Whisper worked.
While the others chatted and blustered and merged into new forms, the Lady of Mysteries kept to herself, though took it on herself to watch the others in their antics. In the dark places under the ground, she fashioned a santuary, well-hidden and cloaked by devices magickal and divine. There she began her first attempts at creating servitors.
Her first attempt was fairly dismal, comparatively speaking. Utterly lacking the refinement and grace of the mortal creatures the Allfather had crafted. They did reflect Her strange imagination though...and her affinity for shadow and deception. In the end, she named them Cloakers, and allowed them to remain. They bred true, and began to spread through the caves and caverns of the world.
Her next attempt took place after more research. She commanded one of the older and more capable of her Cloaker pets to go forth at night, and abduct one each of the Allfather's sentient creations. One elf, one human, one dwarf, and so on. It took time, but finally the tasks were done, and Whisper examined each with eyes that saw more than mortal eyes could imagine. She weighed the balance of elements in them. The blending of flesh and Empyreal spirit. And finally, she was ready to try again.
It started as an elf. Its body was mostly earth, with some water, and the essence of Air to give it that ethereal otherworldliness of elfdom. The free-spirited chaotic love of fun. Whisper had a notion though, and reduced the Air...replacing the void there with more Water. The essence of change; of malleability. The result was ugly to behold...but that didn't matter. It wasn't limited to it's own face.
The Doppelgangers were Whisper's pride and joy; her first unmitigated success in the business of making mortals. The cloakers resented them for this favored status, and Whisper quickly sent them forth, to prevent her creations from bickering and to make maximum use of her new spies. The doppelgangers met in secret and lived among the villages and towns of other mortals. Slowly, but surely, they grew.
Satisfied with her work, Whisper emerged from the dark halls under the earth and by night wafted invisibly through the mortal villages and hamlets, feeling their minds around her, reading the tidbits they kept secret, even from themselves. On impulse she leapt into one of those minds, and gathered the random firings of a sleeping brain into something more. Pictures. Yes. Images and meanings. Yes. There was truth here, for she was not the Lady of Fiction...all mysteries grow around a seed of truth. But it was well guarded behind a maze of metaphors and confusing imagery. A second life lived only while asleep. Those who found her hidden truths would gain knowledge, and thus power. In her sanctuary, she fashioned a mirror of silver she took from the moon, and on one side framed it with a white, tapering curve of Astral material and on the other with a smoky rivulet of Ethereal protomatter. The white and dark framings met at the center to form an arch, with the lunar silver stretched between them. Through this, Whisper sent her dreams to a slumbering world. And on occasion, when she saw a certain kind of mind...she stepped into the dream through this device to recruit the mortal to her service; offering power and secrets in exchange for worship and service. Those who swore to her at first served her individually, never exposing their allegience. They were blacksmiths and farriers. Weavers and cooks. Guards, hunters, soldiers. Priests and mages.
Eventually she would have a church, Whisper decided. An established following. Goddesses should have such things, and people expected it. And while they watched her priests and temples...her REAL servants would be watching THEM.
And it came to pass that one day, as her plans grew silently out of sight, Whisper became aware that the Twin Explorers had become One, and been found. Curious, she divided her awareness and attended the event in the guise of a mortal woman. Epheme. Most interesting. She waited patiently, and when the godling was lifted and carried back to the village, she made sure she was one of the 'villagers' who was carrying him. She looked forward to speaking with him when he awoke.
(OOC note: Big post. Lots here. Note that this outlines Whisper's plans over a potentially long period of time. I dont' expect it to take place on a rigid timeline, nor on the same scale that the RP dialogue takes place on. It's just her Game Plan of the moment. Subject to change as the situation changes.
)
While the others chatted and blustered and merged into new forms, the Lady of Mysteries kept to herself, though took it on herself to watch the others in their antics. In the dark places under the ground, she fashioned a santuary, well-hidden and cloaked by devices magickal and divine. There she began her first attempts at creating servitors.
Her first attempt was fairly dismal, comparatively speaking. Utterly lacking the refinement and grace of the mortal creatures the Allfather had crafted. They did reflect Her strange imagination though...and her affinity for shadow and deception. In the end, she named them Cloakers, and allowed them to remain. They bred true, and began to spread through the caves and caverns of the world.
Her next attempt took place after more research. She commanded one of the older and more capable of her Cloaker pets to go forth at night, and abduct one each of the Allfather's sentient creations. One elf, one human, one dwarf, and so on. It took time, but finally the tasks were done, and Whisper examined each with eyes that saw more than mortal eyes could imagine. She weighed the balance of elements in them. The blending of flesh and Empyreal spirit. And finally, she was ready to try again.
It started as an elf. Its body was mostly earth, with some water, and the essence of Air to give it that ethereal otherworldliness of elfdom. The free-spirited chaotic love of fun. Whisper had a notion though, and reduced the Air...replacing the void there with more Water. The essence of change; of malleability. The result was ugly to behold...but that didn't matter. It wasn't limited to it's own face.
The Doppelgangers were Whisper's pride and joy; her first unmitigated success in the business of making mortals. The cloakers resented them for this favored status, and Whisper quickly sent them forth, to prevent her creations from bickering and to make maximum use of her new spies. The doppelgangers met in secret and lived among the villages and towns of other mortals. Slowly, but surely, they grew.
Satisfied with her work, Whisper emerged from the dark halls under the earth and by night wafted invisibly through the mortal villages and hamlets, feeling their minds around her, reading the tidbits they kept secret, even from themselves. On impulse she leapt into one of those minds, and gathered the random firings of a sleeping brain into something more. Pictures. Yes. Images and meanings. Yes. There was truth here, for she was not the Lady of Fiction...all mysteries grow around a seed of truth. But it was well guarded behind a maze of metaphors and confusing imagery. A second life lived only while asleep. Those who found her hidden truths would gain knowledge, and thus power. In her sanctuary, she fashioned a mirror of silver she took from the moon, and on one side framed it with a white, tapering curve of Astral material and on the other with a smoky rivulet of Ethereal protomatter. The white and dark framings met at the center to form an arch, with the lunar silver stretched between them. Through this, Whisper sent her dreams to a slumbering world. And on occasion, when she saw a certain kind of mind...she stepped into the dream through this device to recruit the mortal to her service; offering power and secrets in exchange for worship and service. Those who swore to her at first served her individually, never exposing their allegience. They were blacksmiths and farriers. Weavers and cooks. Guards, hunters, soldiers. Priests and mages.
Eventually she would have a church, Whisper decided. An established following. Goddesses should have such things, and people expected it. And while they watched her priests and temples...her REAL servants would be watching THEM.
And it came to pass that one day, as her plans grew silently out of sight, Whisper became aware that the Twin Explorers had become One, and been found. Curious, she divided her awareness and attended the event in the guise of a mortal woman. Epheme. Most interesting. She waited patiently, and when the godling was lifted and carried back to the village, she made sure she was one of the 'villagers' who was carrying him. She looked forward to speaking with him when he awoke.
(OOC note: Big post. Lots here. Note that this outlines Whisper's plans over a potentially long period of time. I dont' expect it to take place on a rigid timeline, nor on the same scale that the RP dialogue takes place on. It's just her Game Plan of the moment. Subject to change as the situation changes.
)
