*Those remaining on the island of the Endless Falls are witness to the arrival of the githyanki party in all their savage splendor. They arrive by gate, far beyond the borders of the isle, in a neat twisting of space that you may not have noticed, had there been anything but nothingness to conceal it. A party of githyanki sail through with grace, holding up a precise formation against the disorientation of having neither sky nor ground. Then again, they do have practice at it.*
*The party consists of eleven individuals. Four are warriors, two men and two women, in the elegantly decorated and elaborate armor of their kind. The bear gleaming silver swords in their hands, marked with arcane runes. These are clearly the special silver swords that are capable of severing the silver life-cord of those traveling out of their bodies on the planes. Their forging is a secret known only to the githyanki, and there are other, stranger powers these swords are said to possess. Two are in heavily-embroidered trailing robes, bearing jewel-encrusted staves in their hands; clearly arcanists of a stripe. Two others were robes of a more somber hue and severe cut, with far less embroidery, their ornaments being their skins, tattooed more elegantly than any court gown. Swarms of gems circle about their heads like tame insects. Most likely these are the psions. One wears light chain armor, concervatively decorated, with a bow in her hands, and a huge quiver of arrows upon her back. As she draws closer, it's clear that her armor extends over her entire body, and worked into it are the images of a thousand vanquished foes. The next is a man wrapped in pale straps, his hands gleaming with metal bindings, belts of metal encircling his body at specific intervals. He carries no visible weapon, but has a stance of complete insurance in himself. The last is the most decorated, his robes putting the arcanists' in the shade with their splendor, his impressive height exaggerated by an elaborate headress that gives an impression of the Gith queen on her throne.*
*The group floats down towards the isle slowly, missing nothing, and pause about a dozen feet above the surface, clearly waiting for you to make the first move.*
Wrahn said:
Rahveon bows to the tiny celestial, ”We seek the resting place of eleven deities who were of the Endless Falls and we destroyed along with it. We suspect they are in their own divine realms, but we are unsure of their location.”
“Any information you would have on this or that would be relevant to our quest would be greatly appreciated.”
“The Eleven are Sava, Illion, Wiqu, Predara, Topan, Virgo, Muthor, Ekuna, Xelcule, Orphaldo, and Brath.”
*The little coure nods, and seems to be thinking, a wealth of knowledge present in her guileless blue eyes.*
"
I know their places, and I know their names! Let me go and write them down for you!" she says, and then is off like an arrow. Surprisingly, she is back nearly as fast, bearing a scroll longer than she is. Opening it up, you see the names of the eleven gods, each name spelled out in special runes. Below it lie the names of planes, sketches of maps, names of geographical features. It's not precise, and it's obvious that a learned being, like a wizard, would be able to make the journey shorter by using the inscribes names.
"
Those that are left with the gods may move them slightly from time to time to hide them from enemies, but they should be close. Remember to let them know your intentions clearly, for they will be awfully jumpy right now," she warns.
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