The Grey Mist

[Voda Vosa]

Finally she turns to the One and the Many. "You wish no followers? How is it that you exist as a god without worshipers?"

"We are our own followers, we are Geas entirely. We are many, but we are one. We are our own source of power, hence we shall never wither." states poetically the plant god.

 

[Myth and Legend]

The Smiling Maiden nodded towards her sister with understanding, and touched her shoulder gently as she flew by. Ubaryia's natural form was much larger than Heliasillyel's, which made the contrast between the two Goddesses even more apparent.

"Being your own followers is very self sufficient. But also very boring." mused the Sun Goddess with an abscent look on her face, as she regarded the huge avatar of The One and the Many. She then flew above, towards the domed ceiling, inspecting it on a whim and perhaps inspired by Silhouette's antics.

"A door to my realm. Silhouette you speak of finding the paths - perhaps you can assist?"

A row of stained glass windows made up the base of the dome, and light shining trough them, enriching the vividity of the colours and pictures. One of the images in particular depicted a sunwrought staircase, leading off towards the heavens. Heliasillyel flew closer and observed it with curiosity, a strangely familiar energy surrounding the image.

 

[GlassEye]

Though the theoretical state of the One and the Many's godhood is interesting to her Ubariya inwardly agrees with Heliasillyel that being your own followers, or possessing them so utterly that it is nearly the same thing, deprives a god of one of the many sources of amusement over the eons. But then, surely the One and the Many would find her method of obtaining worship equally unsatisfying. She nods in acceptance of the One and the Many's statement. "A good thing for us all that you are eternal."

Heliasillyel's explorations around the base of the dome catch Ubariya's attention. She watches with great interest and then begins peering up at the beautifully crafted windows. From below she sees a particular one, one with which she feels an affinity with, showing a sheer mountain, black and forbidding, but with a full moon above shining its silver light down upon it. As she stares at the glasswork it seems to shift and suddenly she is looking at the Cradle itself with its profusion of jungle. Tilting her head the image shifts again and she seems to be viewing tunnels and waterways within the Black Mountain. "Fascinating..."

Ubariya shoots a sheet of webbing up to the base of the window and attaches it to the back of her chair. Scuttling up it with ease she goes for a closer look at the window that depicts her home in such detail. She touches the glass with one hand not sure what to expect. "Interesting discovery you have made, Sister."

 

[HolyMan]

[sblock=OOC] Sorry slow to keep up with this but I thought you all could entertain your selves for a few days. Guess not so let's try this...

Current occupants at the city are, The One and the Many, Lavaria, Heliasillyel, Ubariya, and Silhouette. Duretep has yet to leave the dream realm and Torath went off alone to meditate (or so he said) [/sblock]

The group of gathered gods continue to talk for another hour or more without really accomplishing anything. They have found the access "doors" to thier homes but as yet they are incomplete and need time before they are usable.

Suddenly the floor, walls, and ceiling start to vibrate. A low rumble accompanies the shaking and the chandiler in the ceilings center falls breaking into a million crystal pieces.

The shaking becomes more violent and debris start to fall from walls and ceiling. And the acommpaning rumbles becomes loud crashes as if the building were being hit by a mountain.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Walls of stone, crumble to dust. Was this meant to last?" without wanting it, the one and the Many has said his first rhyme. He moves out of his spot, and goes out, to see what was happening to his new dependencies.

 

[Shayuri]

"It's a trap!" Silhouette blurts with sudden delight, and she circles the room once before zipping towards a newly broken window to see what's going on outside!

 

[Myth and Legend]

"Oh how interesting." remarks Heliasillyel as she flies out of the window, to see what is shaking the building with such force. Normally the Goddess would have clarvoyance for miles around herself, but such were the limitations of this new existence. And she liked the refreshing aspect of a mortal-like adventure.

[sblock]I haven't leveled up.. I will do so tonight. I have 3 characters to choose spells for and that takes too much time to do at work. Plus I'm contemplating switching Battle Sorc for normal Sorcerer, if HM would allow it.[/sblock]

 

[GlassEye]

Ubariya likewise exits the building though on her feet and dodging falling plaster and glass rather than flying. She's tired of waiting on the Forger, positively anemic with the worship she has been receiving (that is to say, none) and with this latest distraction, sorely irritated. Her spear is firmly clutched in hand as she leaves and she is ready to come into her own as the god of death should this be something else to delay her in reaching her goals.

Face contorted into an unpleasant snarl, she growls, "What is it now?!"

 

[HolyMan]

Exiting the building the group discovers a mob of Titans gathered. Some are busy hammering the building with sledges while others look on.

The Forger's apperentices look to be trying to bring the building down.

 

[GlassEye]

"What is the meaning of this?!" bellows Ubariya. She addresses one of the apprentices that is standing and watching, not one of the ones bent on destruction.