Turtle Soup (Planescape 3.5e)

"Ouédro Garaté, Co Goromché"

OOC: Traduction from Tribespeech: [SBLOCK]By the ancestors, I can't beleive it.[/SBLOCK]

"Mi drunk... what happen? What that? How can transform?" asks Traore, standing up and walking slowly and a bit unsure of his footstep to the circle of people. He put his hand on Jurden shoulder, to maintain his balance, and stare at the new creature.

"Beautifull, powerfull, strange..."
 

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Traore takes a few moment to understand what she just said. "Hmmm... and what turtle saying?"

"Something munch munch about a fluid sea worm munch crucifying shells in the sun..."

Then Meenah freezes in terror at the awful sight of Rhys expelling the thing, and as she is just about to shrug the horror off, she again freezes (this time in awe) at the sight of the dragon's birth. She intends to say something colorful to express her amazement, but only manages to utter a "Wow...".
 

[Andarin]"Rhys, stop holding out on us! What did she say? What did you say? Give, you sod! Tell all! How am I supposed to sing this song if I don't know the words!!"

Inconsciously ignoring his friend, Rhys stares at the wyrmling in silence and awe. The dragon’s beauty is stunning and its potential is clearly visible. Rhys wonders what the implications of its birth might be. A creature such as this may not be safe. There are those that might covet its power.

[Andarin]"Rhys, some of us don't speak their tongue. Fill us in, will you?"

Distracted from this thoughts, Rhys considers what had been told to him. The words burned in his mind, never to be forgotten. The Fey-Touched faces his companions, new and old and with a serious look on his face says, “The following was told to me. I leave nothing out because any of it may be of importance".

Your pain is not without purpose; you have released the wyrm within your spirit. It was your shell that opened the way that brought us here. Your dragon-spirit shall open the way for the First as well.

Rhys pauses to let his words sink in and then slowly continues, “You have a good heart, Opener... The world of Rhys shall be a place of great peace and beauty”

Letting his gaze wander back to the First, the Fey-Touched says, “I fear for our friend here. There are those that will covet him.”
 

Jurden turns to the golden-honey people and the clockwork child. "Are you here for this purpose or are you just bystanders like ourselves?"

"You're right Rhys, it's probobly best if the Guvners, the Fated, and the Athar never know of this little guy's existance... not to mention fiends of any type."
 

Jurden:Are you here for this purpose or are you just bystanders like ourselves?

Sysente answers; Bystanders? You are more than that, my friend. You and your musical friend are, like myself and your friend Rhys here, world-openers; the prime movers who will bring life and nature and form from the void. She reaches within the folds of her clothing and produces a turtle shell of her own. Unlike yours, hers looks ancient, like a fossil or crumbling relic of a lost civilization. She replaces it reverently before you can get a closer look.

It is odd that you should know so little about what has taken place. We shell-carriers are Prime worlds in the making, simply by virtue of attending a simple party. I suspect this is an intentional attempt to sow unconsciously-born worlds, a recipe for chaos. My companions have sailed the stars, dreamed their way across the pearl-bright ocean, and sought for two lifetimes the birth of a new world. They, along with my parents and grandparents before them, guided by prophecy, left our Creation far behind to be present at the union of Creation we have all just witnessed. It is our sacred duty to ward against universal anarchy and wickedness by representing Ma'at within.

What we know as Ma'at is all but unknown to your great wheel of Creation, just as what you know as Good will be unknown in this new Creation. Just as every soul is unique, every Creation has a unique soul of four parts. We believe that Ma'at, our highest virtue, must be offered to every new Creation as one of those parts, as was done at the birth of our own. The world that will grow within me shall be that offering.


The First (which is about the size of a large dog) acknowledges Jurden and Andarin with cat-like affection, but seems fixated on Rhys and the Turtles.

Sea addresses Rhys' concerns (in Sylvan);
[SBLOCK]You are a man of high honor, Rhys world-spirit. My descendants will honor and defend your body and the soul of the First with all they have to give. You share the dragon's fate; the dragon is to be Magic; you are to be Nature; all comers will seek to covet your bounty, but you will both outlast all injury as long as you refrain from anger and malice.
[/SBLOCK]
Sun adds:
[SBLOCK]And retain your will to fight.
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"...so ...this is a world waiting to be born? ...And it's mine?" Jurden turns his shell over in his hands as he stares at it. "I feel kind of bad for my world. I'm kinda screwed up, at odds with even myself. I'd hate to see what kind of world that would create."

"So, this Ma'at... it's some kind of virtue? What do you believe are the four parts of the soul?" He knocks on the shell and listens to the sound. "How does it work? We go back to the world womb or something? ...maybe Neth knows what to do..."
 

"Well, I'm confused. I don't like to admit it, but I am."

"You say that we're world-shapers, world-openers; that the First here is the first dragon - of a new world? Or is First also the world in creation?"

"My music, Blue's strength, Rhys's dragon spirit - do these open the world, or shape the First? What of you? What of Sun and Sea? And what is this Ma'at you keep mentioning? A world without Good? Is it also without Evil? What happens when such a place collides with the Planes? Is it a place - or is it a state of mind? Is this an Indep ploy? It feels more like the Xaositects at work - except, somehow, more wholesome."

"Who are your companions, and how come you look so like the cutter with the bird hat, when he's at least as old as your grandfather?"
 

"What... How... You..." Traore seems confuse by what Sysente is telling. He became mute and listen to her. During all the time she speaks, he is concentrated to listen her, but his eyes can't move from the dragon. Coming from a world where the destruction rules, where the new born are already slaves, the craft are meant for war, seeing the creation of a new world of good seems just impossible.

"Ouédro Garaté! Co Goromché, Compi Lé Diébougou Déoula"

OOC: Traduction from Tribespeech
[SBLOCK]"By the ancestors! I don't beleive it. How can they create a world?"[/SBLOCK]


Ask Traore without even be aware he just ask the question in tribespeech.
 

Considering carefully what Sun and Sea have just told him Rhys decides to keep it to himself. Their message seems to be mixed- both good and bad. Sun’s proclamation is especially troublesome to the Fey-Touched. Conflict comes, it seems and Rhys hopes to be ready. Glancing at his companions he wonders what exactly their role will be in all of this. As Sysente has said, they all have their part to play.

Smoothing his long jacket, Rhys glances at the others and then asks Sysente, “Do you think that the Gibbous pod and the others of his ilk were here because they knew of this? From what I have heard their appearance and numbers is unprecedented in Sigil. Does that which they have come from pose a threat to the First and the Creation?”
 

Jurden: I'd hate to see what kind of world that would create.
Perhaps fathering your world will help you reconcile your conflicts. That is their purpose after all; Prime worlds exist to balance and harmonize the spiritual quartet of their Creation.

Jurden: So, this Ma'at... it's some kind of virtue? What do you believe are the four parts of the soul?
In addition to Ma'at, which is Virtue, our ancestral Creation is based on Mercy, Duty, and Sin. We cannot return there until our task here is complete; we must do our best to find a place for Ma'at within the four forces of this new creation, just as we have done on the Great Wheel over the past generation.

Jurden: How does it work?
Sysente and her companions consult with the turtles in Draconic and translate the gist of the following into Common so all can understand:

Celestials are the creators of worlds, so they must complete the process. Mortal's nature and dragon's magic are not enough; each world needs a planet-spirit to hold and protect it, and a solar-spirit to infuse it with energy. Sun is to be infused with the solar-spirit. Sea is to be infused with the planet-spirit.

Some solar-spirits provide energy to a 'harem' of planet-spirits, others are faithful to just one. A planet-spirit can also nurture multiple worlds, but such an arrangement is a challenge, requiring different 'natures' to share a single planet.

Andarin: "You say that we're world-shapers, world-openers; that the First here is the first dragon - of a new world? Or is First also the world in creation?"
According to Sysente and Jurden's translation of their Draconic discussion with the turtles, the dragon represents the magic of the new world. Rhys himself represents the nature of the new world. If they can find a planet-spirit and a solar-spirit to 'sponsor' them, they will be able to open a gate into their new world in the new Creation. The consequences of this are unknown, but many greybeards across the planes assume that doing so will grant god-like power. A more pressing question is the nature of the new Creation.

Andarin: "A world without Good? Is it also without Evil?"
New Creations are not without good and evil or law and chaos; they are just not defined by them. Alignments and the planes themselves are defined by different sets of concepts, but all concepts exist there just as they do on the Great Wheel. Virtue, Mercy, Duty, and Sin are no strangers to the Great Wheel, but they are not its defining forces as they are in the Creation that Sysente and her companions hail from.

Andarin: "What happens when such a place collides with the Planes?"
(Sysente is greatly amused by this...)
You must be from Sigil. Your fair city is not the center of all Creation as its favored scions seem so fond of thinking. It is the center of one Creation, the Great Wheel. The Great Wheel is one fish in an infinite ocean of Creations, each with their own defining forces, and while the Great Wheel is a grand and powerful and influential Creation prone to devouring and assimilating other Creations, (you sense more than a hint of wry resentment) it is not the only one. Indeed, this new creation is one of the Great Wheel's children, a rebellious and divergent offspring with a new identity.

Andarin: "Who are your companions, and how come you look so like the cutter with the bird hat, when he's at least as old as your grandfather?"
We are his creations, his familiars, his homonculi, and his equals. We are of one soul, but four minds, the better to comprehend and offer Ma'at to the four forces of this new Creation.
 
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