The Grey Mist

A raven hovers in front of Silhouette and gives here a purple enveloped letter letter on to the ground in front of here, imprinted into the wax is a book that is on fire.

Once she takes the envelope he begins to talk "This is an invitation to the Citadel Prophetic. This letter comes from my Lord Duretep the Lost Prophet and Lord of the dreaming and madness incarnate. He would be very glad to have you there, or he wouldn't, but I am geussing he would because he invited you. Just make sure you come, if you don't than he might become depressed and it will rain trout on the Metropolis or he will get angry and it will cause giant screaming flowers to sprout from the ground and eat people, neither are very pleaseant." The raven pauses for a moment and shutters slightly and then continues, "just please be there."

At that moment the raven flies away and begins cawing loudly as if to notify someone of his actions.

Silhouette laughs at Heliasillyel's questions and spins jauntily around in the air. "Can I sing and dance? I invented singing and dancing! Well, dancing mostly. Singing is what birds do. And some sprites. And sirens. And...there's other things too, but dancing's really more entertaining. And..."

She paused at the appearance of the raven, and snatched the envelope from midair as it let go of it in front of her.

"All right, well...we're playing a 'melt all the ice' game right now. Maybe later. Bye!"

Silhouette looked at the other gods then and asked, "What happens when all the ice is melted? How do you know who wins?"

"Ye have all done well," The Forger's voice says wearly. "I must repair the damaged dome but I think that will be all I can do before I need to rest. My power is limited but I can show ye what ye have made so far."

An image appears above the gods of the woorld as seen from above.

"My apprentices labor even now in the southern hemisphere go there to the city they are building for ye and I will return after I have rested."

The Forger's presence soon vanishes along with the globe.

Heliasillyel laughed at the girl-God's words. "Oh dear I have existed for some time and even I do not know who invented those. Here the First Song has already been sung, and it honors the Dark Mother. But you and I can inspire the First Dance. - as she talked, Heliasillyel dimmed her light down to her usual golden glow, and floated in proximity to Silhouette. - This ice melting has become boring, let us start now!"

The Sun Goddess exclaimed and grabbed the girl-God's hands on impulse, and urged her to start dancing. Since they were lacking music, Heliasillyel summoned her favorite instrument: a sunwrought fiddle, similar in make to the Suncaster. The bow took to rapid motions and the fiddle started emanating a merry tune, as the Goddess whirled around, entangling Silhouette's slender form in a rapid dance.

[sblock]Do we even need the perform checks? Also, as a Bard Heliasillyel has learend Summon Instrument, however the self-playing feature doesn't come with the spell. Just treat this as flavor text and don't jump on me saying I'm making my character imbalanced or something [/sblock]

Finally the first dusk comes to the new world as you all finish melting the icecap down to a more managable size. The sky is erie and starless as you have yet to decide on what it is you will put in the dark heavens.

Thought one thing can be seen in the cloudless, starless night. A great greenish gold tear fills the sky running parrell with the horizon. The breach the mighty Urborg Giant caused as it tried to take your new world from you.

"That scar in the sky, shall be called the Gaint's Wrath, and will remind us of the damgers that stalks our world, to stay ever vigilant in the future." declares the shambling giant.

As Lavaria emerges from what is left of the ice caps now shrunk to a more manageable proportion her gate staggered as she expended a massive amount of energy to save the child of God and Goddess alike... she shook her head softly at those assembled as they did nothing really to help her... her eyes were a dark drained red and flared once and once only as she looked over the rest before finding a fissure in the plate of hardened ground of her own creation and quickly made it back into the fiery hells below the crust to rest and regenerate....

"But who won?" Silhouette asked plaintively...and was then sucked into her mother's dance!

From the start it was clear that while the child of the moon was a skilled dancer, she had nothing like her mother's expertise. Though she was quick of movement and reflex, she had that subtle awkwardness common to adolescents, or perhaps a limitation of experience...inevitable from the gap in their ages. For whatever reason, in the end Silhouette couldn't keep up, and had to break off.

"Blah!" the annoyed goddess proclaimed with a furious scowl. "I'm Heliaseelleyelllow and I can sing and dance!" She marched around, swaying her hips in an exaggerated fashion. "I shine and make water melt! I have a really long and overly-hard-to-pronounce name! Bleeeagh!"

As suddenly as it started, Silhouette's tantrum came to an end as she looked out over the world. "This place is kind of boring. It needs more stuff in it."

Ubariya watches as Lavaria emerges somewhat depleted and annoyed and heads off into the depths of the earth. She hopes the goddess of the molten earth isn't too irritated; there truly was little Ubariya could do in the situation.

The rent in the night sky catches her attention and she gazes at it in quiet speculation. "I wonder, could I weave that closed?"

Her attention shifts and Ubariya watches Silhouette and Heliasillyel dance and she bursts out in plain laughter when Silhouette has her outburst. "That's the first true thing I've heard in a very long time. Perhaps we should do something about it."

The Mad God sits in his throne quietly and brooding. There are women made entirely of fire that dance in front of him and slowly change colors as they dance. He does not care for their dance. There are men there that play instruments that have holes all the way down the neck that when opened vibrate strings that make an odd humming noise that when played properly can make any noise imaginable. He cared not for their music. Duretep was growing bored and as such he got up and waved his hand in aq wide arch. The women condensed and returned to the torches where the began and the men melted into paint and returned to the fresco on the ceiling.

"Why did she not come?" Duretep asked himself as he walked along in his citadel. He walked through the hallways made of glass. He walked on the cielings made of water. The whole time he pondered what he should do next and why this being did not come at his beckon. He walked out into the city where the peopl were celebrating the 4 of spades by eating cake with spoons and chasing geese wearing hats. "I don't need her, I have this wonderful place. This place of wonders, I will find her in her sleep at one point and then we will talk. At this point though I might as well celebrate with my subjects." Duretep says in the voice of a child who has no care in the world. Duretep walks through the Market Fantastic and indulges in games, food, clothing, and all of the other pleasures and vices that a market that has everything can provide. On that day the Dreaming grew bright and there was happiness unknown on the waking