"You have a designer in Your city. This is all Your fault."

Shulamit

Before I forget! An old log of Lady Kalikai, Lady Terentia, and the Crooked Gentleman!

Like. Before Shulamit was a demigoddess, I think. Highly likely.

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A brilliant flash of white light erupts above the city of New Celest and fades

to reveal the form of a massive white axe hovering in the sky.

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament,

"Oh Kalikai! Come out...."

A myriad of fiery sparks race across the sky, painting the western horizon a

blazing red as Kalikai, the Crimson Eye reveals Herself to mortal perception.

An energetic burst of deafening sound crashes across the sky as the voice of

Kalikai reveberates, "What? I was sampling this fine whiskey.."

Corvin's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Nertoth arrives from the west.

Nertoth blinks.

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament,

"You have a designer in your city. This is all your fault."

You blink.

"Eep!", you scream in fright.

You quickly duck down.

You say, "Must find a hiding spot."

You flail about helplessly.

Looking slightly worried at the situation, you quickly hide behind Elana.

You whisper, "Please don't hurt tooooo much."

An energetic burst of deafening sound crashes across the sky as the voice of

Kalikai reveberates, "Really, eh? Maybe I should get that shard to design you

some proper outfits, eh? Something with feathers and bright colours would fit

you perfectly."

Elana's eyes sparkle with amusement.

"Heh heh heh" Xypher chuckles.

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament,

"If she designs that, I'll kill her children. Maybe she'll learn how to brew

something proper for you to drink."

Musingly, you say, "While that would look nice, I think I'd be dead before I

made a single stitch."

You say, "Not my kids!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Elana boldly steps in front of you, warding off danger.

An energetic burst of deafening sound crashes across the sky as the voice of

Kalikai reveberates, "Hmm.. you know Bluebells, I do think you want this outfit

badly. I might just commission it now, eh?"

You say, "I'm not all that good with alcohol. Hrm."

Blossom in the Sand, Elana Ildaine says, "Though I know I'd likely regret it in

the end."

"Uhh..." you stall.

Elana thrusts her palm towards her forehead and hits it with a resounding

*smack*!

The late afternoon sky is shadowed with currents of changing paradigms as the

Crooked Gentleman reveals Himself to perception.

You blink.

Blossom in the Sand, Elana Ildaine says, "The Lord-and-Lady."

(The Veiled): You say, "Greetings, Lady-and-Lord Mysrai."

(The Veiled): Mysrai says, "Greetings, My Baker."

(The Veiled): Mysrai says, "It seems your services are needed."

Blossom in the Sand, Elana Ildaine says, "This is quickly escalating into a very

high voltage situation."

Elana's eyes sparkle with amusement.

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament,

"Maybe I'll blame Lyria."

(The Veiled): You say, "I think the request of my services will likely leave me

or my children quite dead."

Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as

the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "So profligate for one who is not

Your Own, Sister. But We can deign to lend Our services to You - for an

appropriate price, of course."

An energetic burst of deafening sound crashes across the sky as the voice of

Kalikai reveberates, "Oh do feel free, eh? Lyrpuff will love it."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

(The Veiled): Mysrai says, "Our Sister will watch over Our Own, My Shulamit."

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament,

"Of course, she isn't Mine. Hm.. Now that Duke, however.."

(The Veiled): You say, "I do worry about oh no Pesupesu!"

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament,

"What a fascinating idea, Mysrai. By the way, what are you today?"

"Heh heh heh" Xypher chuckles.

You say, "No, Pesupesuuu."

Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as

the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "I am of Myself and unto Myself,

Terentia."

Sparks of blazing aether flare into being, whirling erratically before

converging into the form of Kalikai.

You curtsey respectfully before Kalikai.

Elana kneels before Kalikai, swearing her allegiance to Her.

Elana stands up and stretches her arms out wide.

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says to you, "Found. You."

Kalikai grins broadly, a mischievous look entering Her green eyes.

Xypher bows respectfully to Kalikai.

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament,

"I think I know a dwarf who'd be fascinated with your consistent inability to

find a gender to relate to."

Kalikai reaches over and ruffles Xypher's hair fondly.

You say to Kalikai, "I am not hard to find, Lady Kalikai."

You fret over everything that might go wrong.

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says to you, "Eh of course now, but at least you have

the sense to not try and run, yes?"

Kalikai takes a long draught of a dramatic lemon and bitters whiskey.

You say, "It would be pointless."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye raises Her bottle and thwaps you on the head.

"Eep!", you scream in fright.

Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as

the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "We find little need to conform to

Your narrow definitions of physical being, Sister."

You have emoted: Shulamit rubs her head, murmuring softly.

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says, "Oh quit fretting, yes? I mean what could go

wrong? You die, your children die.. hardly a reason to worry, eh?"

You say, "Erm...erm...but I like being alive. And I like my children and husband

being alive too."

Kalikai takes a long draught of a dramatic lemon and bitters whiskey.

You nod solemnly.

Elana peers about herself unscrupulously.

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the firmament,

"Yes well, there's a reason I had to protect you, and you just..you know. Think.

Now, I have to go find a certain bouncing, singing Progeny of Bollikin. If

you'll excuse Me.."

You say, "Oh no Pesuuuu."

A brilliant flash washes across the horizon as the large axe above New Celest

fades away.

You say, "Please be safe Pesupesu."

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says, "Oh trust Me, being alive is overrated, eh? My

Cadre constantly tempts Me to send them to the Fates. They seem to quite enjoy

it at that."

Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder.

Blossom in the Sand, Elana Ildaine says, "Well... if the Lady Terentia does

decide to go on a killing spree, She'd have to face me first."

Kalikai grins mischievously at Elana.

A rumble of amused laughter answers this, the afternoon sun growing brighter as

the energies descend in a vortex into the city of Gaudiguch.

Reality blurs between ephemeral paradigms as Mysrai emerges from thin air.

Xypher Stormcrow says, "Well, those of Your following do not fear to die."

You curtsey respectfully before Mysrai.

Xypher bows respectfully to Mysrai.

Elana curtseys respectfully before Mysrai.

Kalikai gives Mysrai the once-over, eyeing Him suspiciously.

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says to Mysrai, "I tell you, it's an excellent idea."

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says to Mysrai, "Have you seen how Bluebells runs

around lately? She has no sense of fashion at all!"

You whisper to Mysrai, "That is the awesomest suit ever."

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman grins broadly, exposing row upon row of sharp,

glittering teeth.

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "Indeed."

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "Our Sister grows large for Her armor,

perhaps. We have thought of suggesting such a thing."

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "Feathers would be most appropriate."

You have emoted: Shulamit waves her hands around slightly, before shoving them

in her pockets, trying to smile calmly at the gathered gods.

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones to you, "To aid the gods is no light

request, Our Shulamit."

Nodding eagerly, Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says, "Indeedy. Bright feathers.

Perhaps purple ones, yes?"

You say, "Ah, ah."

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "Purple would be most pleasing. A dark

shade of purple."

Elana purses her lips, deep in thought.

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says, "And red. Never forget red, blue and yellow."

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "Perhaps pink as well."

Elana nods her head at Mysrai, showing her acceptance.

Pondering softly, you say, "Small gems woven unto the feathers that tinkle

softly?"

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says, "And excellent idea!"

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "We would not be opposed to small,

beveled mirrors."

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says to you, "Softly? Pah. Only the brightest and

biggest will do!"

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "We believe mortality calls these items

sequins."

You say, "Ah, I've seen those one some other suits."

You have emoted: Shulamit starts pulling out sheets of paper, starting to get

absorbed into designing things.

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye takes another long draught of whiskey and pinches Her

nose thoughtfully.

You say, "Where was the sheet of paper..."

Euterpe, Muse of Music gives Shulamit several sheets of spare paper.

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says to Mysrai, "What else.. eh? Perhaps a fruit hat?

It might fit perfectly if done right."

Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder.

Elana purses her lips, deep in thought.

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "Perhaps a hat with two swords perched

atop."

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "Perhaps the swords will spin."

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says, "Pink swords."

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says, "With feathers."

Mysrai nods solemnly.

You say, "Now that would certainly get me and all my descedents killed to the

seventh generation if I did a fruit hat."

You say, "Pink...swords. That spin."

Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder.

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "Death is but a brief journey into the

realms of non-perception, Our Shulamit."

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "Our thread shall guide you back, of

course."

You ponder the situation.

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says, "Indeedy. You shall have My blessing as well."

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says to Mysrai, "We will need something for our dear

Bluebells to ride upon. Walking is so yesterday, don't you think?"

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "Indeed."

You say, "So it, ah. You want me to design a dress that has sequins, lots of

bright feathers, and chimming beads, with a hat made of two spinning swords?

That are pink? Just to...remember this."

You have emoted: Shulamit starts writing on the paper furiously.

Blossom in the Sand, Elana Ildaine says, "A pink pony would probably look

striking."

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "Matters call Our attention."

Mysrai reaches out to tenderly cup your cheek in His hand.

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says to Elana, "Excellent idea, shard! We'll make it a

plush pony. Can't have Bluebells hurt herself by accidentally being thrown off,

eh?"

You take a deep breath and allow your mind to calm, and your crystalline body

begins to shift in colour.

Elana grins and nods at Kalikai.

You smile softly at Mysrai.

Mysrai, the Crooked Gentleman intones, "Know that Our hand and Our eye remain

upon you, Our Own. Have faith in your gods."

Elana curtseys respectfully before Mysrai.

Kalikai takes a long draught of a dramatic lemon and bitters whiskey.

A wry smile spreads across Kalikai's face.

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says to you, "I will be looking forward to see what you

design, eh shard? You've given plety of ideas to work with."

You say, "Of course, Lord-and-Lady Mysrai."

A shivering of energies whispers across Mysrai's form, dark copper burning to

soot as He grins broadly, one star-struck eye lowering in a wink.

Reality solidifies, mending itself into a single paradigm as Mysrai departs.

You say to Kalikai, "I'll try and make the gown as....interesting as possible."

You nod solemnly.

A wry smile spreads across Kalikai's face.

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye says, "Excellent!"

Kalikai, the Crimson Eye has bestowed Her divine truefavour upon you. It will

last for 1 month.

Threads of fiery aether coalesce around Kalikai, enshrouding Her form whole

before bursting in an explosion of jittery sparks and fading from view.

You have emoted: Shulamit sits down, sketching upon a dress, mumbling about

lines and sizes to Euterpe.

Arix

this must be old, look at all these different gods being active and stuff

Shulamit

It is! Second sentence says it's an old log!