Turtle Soup (Planescape 3.5e)

[SBLOCK]"Jurden, can you translate? I want to be sure I can trasmit to them my full thought."[/SBLOCK] says Traore to Jurden in the tongue of his omd master.

[SBLOCK]"You talked about Chaos, Evil, Good and Law, or Virtue, Mercy Dutie and Sin. The new world need Nature, Magic, Solar and Ocean spirit. You are creations, familiars, homonculi and equals. You talk by four, always four element to a whole. How so, why there must be four. Two is enough to make a balance, as long as they are opposite. There can be even more, and a balance can be maintained? So, is it for balance?

And what happen to a new creation once it has born? Is it possible to travel between them? And if it is, how can it be possible to do it?

And you told they were all three world-opener. Jurden and Andarin, will they create there own world, or are they the Ocean and Solar spirit that you talk about?

And finally, if those three are not simple watcher, that you too are world shaper, what me and Meenah are suppose to be in this world creation? The elders always told there is nothing that happen without having a good reason. Or they are wrong, or I am curious to know what it is."[/SBLOCK]
 

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The clockwork child appears to understand Infernal, and answers:
Two points create a line.
Three points create a plane.
Four points create space.
Tiny, luminous geometric figures appear in the air to illustrate these points. You are wise to see the Rule of Four. It has been our observation that there are always four points of creation, and that the only true opposites are the absolutes of the Positive and Negative. Opposition is a fiction created to explain and justify conflict. Fewer than four points leads to an incursion of a fourth from outside. More than four points leads to a blending of similar points. We do not know why this is so, but simple geometry is enough explaination for some.

Sysente adds:
Jurden, Andarin, and I will create our own worlds, but we must find a Solar-spirit to fuel them and Planet-spirits to hold them. Your part in this quest is up to you. It is possible to move between Creations; our people have been migrating so for as long as any can remember. Perhaps it is your destiny to bring your people into the new Creation to a new home that we World Openers can create for them. Or perhaps it is your destiny to forge an entirely new Creation with three parts or five parts instead of four.
 
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Traore fell silent for a moment. He move just as if he wanted to speak but seems to stop, just as he changed his mind at the last moment. He seems not plainly satisfied by what he has heard, but he has decide to stay silent for the moment.
 

As he listens to Sysente and the clockwork child expounding their view of the multiverse, Andarin's look of wonder at the experience of First's birth turns gradually to disbelief. The native cynicism of the Cager, suppressed by the surprising experiences of the last half hour, reasserts itself with a vengeance. Standing up, and striding forward, he puts his hands on his hips and addresses the trio of travellers.

"You know, cutters, I think this a peel. You're trying to bob us. I just can't work out the dark of it. We're going to create new worlds? We're going to be powers? Berk, you've been drinking too much razorvine wine."

"Now First here is a wondrous thing - and to be present at her genesis is a privilege - but all the rest of it is just a little too barmy for me. Blue and I are progenitors of new creations - all because some spiny trull hands us some soup, and then gives us the shells of the creatures it's made from? If I swallow that, then I deserve to be taken to Harbinger House."
 
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"Andarin!" Jurden is shocked and outraged. "I would have thought that you of all people would have remembered that Belief is Power! Anything is possible. Fiends rise and Celestials fall. Heck, entire planes relocate themselves based on that very premise. I'm so sick of the blood's attiude... 'oh, the multiverse is out to get me; I'm gonna get peeled'. You know what? No one's out to get you. The multiverse doesn't hate you. In fact, the multiverse doesn't care two jink whether you live or die SO GET OVER IT!!!" Jurden's voice changes timber at the last taking on resonances of a wickedly powerful storm.

A harsh magenta glow, previously not noticable, emanates from beneath his armor & clothes before slowly fading and dying down again. The ghaele looks troubled by his outburst and sits down wearily on a nearby crate."Sorry, I don't know what came over me... perhaps a bit of who I was? ...or who I will become?"
 

"Two weeks before now, mi believe in spiritsd... mean démons, whip and slaves. That was mi world. In two week, mi seen things that no mi people have seen, even think. Why creation of creation so senseless, Andarin? Two weeks ago, would be senseless to mi, just as lizard birth from Rhys, or a city in shape of circle, or small people like you, or music that is not for creating fear."
 

Andarin: "Blue and I are progenitors of new creations - all because some spiny trull hands us some soup"
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Sysente laughs at Andarin's outburst. She seems relieved and suddenly relaxes. You know what? I'm feeling the same way. See, I've been told this line for years; my parents believed it, and my grandparents believed it before them, so I've spent my whole life waiting for this moment, listening to them and to these two preaching about it. She waves off the child and the angel, who suddenly shrink back and regroup, dismayed. Aphnan ambles over to her on its tiny smoke-legs and she picks it up and places it on her knee.
She watches the crystal dance playfully through Jurden's responce, and sighs. I guess I just feel sort of cheated. I've spent my whole life as the 'chosen one,' destined to create a new world for our people. Now that it's happening, I'm just confused. My world-creating shell has been handed down to me like a holy relic, and here they're handing them out without question or reservation.
For the first time, the angel steps forward speaks to her (in Celestial)
[SBLOCK]None can predict the path of their quest; you must awaken your world one step at a time, shell-carrier.[/SBLOCK]
Sysente sighs again, snatches Aphnan, and stands abruptly.
Jurden, your words and conviction are appreciated, but Andarin has a point that I cannot ignore. I would speak with the "spiny trull" who gave you these shells, if only to better understand what is going on. Will you help me find her? I guess that you have questions of your own.
 

Unable to keep his attention on the conversation, parts of which he cannot even understand, Rhys watches the dragon. Noting its apparent interest, the Fey-Touched approaches it cautiously.

“I’m Rhys Danil, but I suppose you already know that.”

Rummaging through his satchel, Rhys pulls out a small piece of salted beef and offers it to the hatchling, “Hungry?”
 

The dragon's long tongue flicks out and takes the beef from Rhys' hand. The tongue is not forked, and has a surprising raspy texture like the tongue of a cat. The taste of meat is a curious thing to the newborn dragon, and its eyes dart about as it slowly chews the offering and smiles.

Sea makes a few gestures, casting some sort of spell. The mote-filled mist around the dragon glows for a moment, and you can almost make out runes before the light fades and Sea's eyes open and she speaks in Sylvan, to Rhys:
[SBLOCK]Her name is Rhinisshar, but you may call her Nish for short. Look, she likes you.[/SBLOCK]
The dragon clambers into Rhys' lap, nosing at the satchel. She seems more curious than hungry, and is not nearly so delicate as she looks. Sun and Sea are now standing over Rhys approvingly.
[SBLOCK]She will learn to fly soon. We will help you look after her until then, at which point she will stay or go as she chooses.[/SBLOCK]
 

Lobo Lurker said:
"You know what? No one's out to get you. The multiverse doesn't hate you. In fact, the multiverse doesn't care two jink whether you live or die SO GET OVER IT!!!" Jurden's voice changes timber at the last taking on resonances of a wickedly powerful storm.

A harsh magenta glow, previously not noticable, emanates from beneath his armor & clothes before slowly fading and dying down again.
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Andarin turns towards Jurden as he speaks, his eyes widening a little as his companion shouts at him, and his hand straying towards the whip at his side.

Then his look hardens and he stands full on to the eight foot ghaele, and proceeds to give him a dressing-down. "Pike it, cutter! Don't tell me I have to believe every sod who crosses my path. And don't lecture me on the nature of the multiverse. There's a difference between knowledge and wisdom. If I want to learn discernment, I'll go to a greybeard, not to a berk who puckers up to a succubus!"

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Sysente laughs at Andarin's outburst. She seems relieved and suddenly relaxes. You know what? I'm feeling the same way. See, I've been told this line for years; my parents believed it, and my grandparents believed it before them, so I've spent my whole life waiting for this moment, listening to them and to these two preaching about it.

She watches the crystal dance playfully through Jurden's responce, and sighs. I guess I just feel sort of cheated. I've spent my whole life as the 'chosen one,' destined to create a new world for our people. Now that it's happening, I'm just confused. My world-creating shell has been handed down to me like a holy relic, and here they're handing them out without question or reservation.

Jurden, your words and conviction are appreciated, but Andarin has a point that I cannot ignore. I would speak with the "spiny trull" who gave you these shells, if only to better understand what is going on. Will you help me find her? I guess that you have questions of your own.
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Responding to Sysente's words, Andarin relaxes a little and nods in understanding. "Yes, that's it. It's not enough to believe something because we're told to. That sort of blind faith" - here he glares at Jurden - "brings nothing but grief. But an enquiring mind, and a willingness to embrace a truth which matches the integrity of our experience - even if it challenges it, is the way to enlightenment. And power."

"So if you want to seek the one who handed out these shells to us, then I'll journey with you - because despite my 'caginess' I do want answers. We could just go to the Indeps, since Bi, the wood gnome druid who gave them to us, holds to that faction - but I guess you want to go direct to the source. Either way we'll have to go back to Sigil. And since the way back is closed to us, we'll just have to go ahead - through the coils of the World Serpent."

"Now come on Blue, you barmy sod - get over it!" With that, he takes out his recorder and begins to pipe a cheeky little tune, which those in the know recognise as a popular ditty of the Hive - The succubus sulks OR Where did I leave my lip gloss?
 

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