[centre][i][b]The Meeting of[/b][/i] [h2]SU’ULEK, Mother of Monsters and Maker of Sorcery[/h2] [i][b]and [/b][/i] [img]https://i.imgur.com/XonJHsx.png[/img] [h2]ROISIN MAGNOLIA[/h2] [b]GLAMOUR FONT and BEAUTY INCARNATE[/b] [b][sup]The LITTLE GOD of the LITTLE THINGS | The FEIGHDFULC MATHAIR | LADY of the FADE | The KHODEXBORNDOTTR LADYPRINCE of the FAE-FINTE | The FAERIE QUEEN | The GREAT VEILED ONE | MISTRESS of the PLACE BETWIXT ALL PLACES HIGH QUEEN of the FAIRIES[/sup][/b][/centre][hr] A great black scaled dragon, Su’ulek, Mother Of Monsters and Maker Of Sorcery heard a mysterious song through the Veil. Searching, Su’ulek was fascinated. The world of the Veil stretched out verdant and flushing with vivacious life before Su’ulek. Trees spread as far as the eye could see – apple trees and pear and all manner of fruiting trees, hazelnuts, great oaks, noble pines, silvered birches, beeches, rowans, hollies, bashful chestnuts, royal sycamores, weeping willows, and much else. Ivies tendrilled up tree trunks and grapes and lianas and other vines yet. And where there was dew, it was of sweetest honey, richest milk, never-intoxicating mead and wine, and ever-pure and cooled water. Plains of colourful flowers sprung where there were no trees. There were rose bushes and rose trees, lilies, daffodils, daisies, buttercups, orchids, and anemones; even in the endless wildwoods the trees had shuffled over to make space for beflowered glades and groves. There the trees and flowers swayed in the breeze. The wind here was sweet on the nose, refreshing in a manner that no earthly wind could ever be. A single breath brought health, youth, and longevity even to the most ailing and ancient of mortal husks. Rivers flowed forth and lakes, mountains could be seen and rolling hills. And as surely as there were mountains, so too were there verdant canyons and valleys through which many rivers flowed and mighty waterfalls thundered. They thundered, those waterfalls, even from the skies, where great green islands floated and decorated the heavens. Off the coasts were islands of magick and marvels, and the coasts boasted mountainous bays and sandy beaches and cliffs and mangrove marshes. Grottos opened their maws onto the waters and out of them subterranean rivers flowed. As for life, birds of glamorous colours flew, butterflies and other vibrant insects, vivid fishes, frogs, salamanders, toads, and innumerable small mammals. Many things that were found on Galbar were found here, all were in their way familiar and yet they were things of glamour and magick unlike anything known to Galbar. Most fascinating of the creatures that called the Veil home, however, were the little folk, the faeries, who bristled with unbridled power and magick. Indeed, they were creatures made entirely of magic! Su’ulek continued past them and did not pay heed to their dancing and flutes and music, or the laughter and dining and drinking. For all their happiness and joy here, there was no doubt that each was a creature of power not to be made light of. Crossing th verdant expanses of the Veil, Su’ulek came to the Sweet River Rois and to the palace of Roisin, the Highholt of Taramanca. No sooner had she arrived when the High Queen herself emerged, the very image of the flowing beauty and delight (although she was extremely small!) For now, Roisin had little to no way of knowing if Su’ulek was friend or foe. Indeed, Su’ulek was not of the old gods who had marked the Khodex; those alone did Roisin Magnolia known. So far as she knew, Su’ulek could have been an Outer Dragon come to eat her as so many had come before! However, as soon as Su’ulek revealed herself, she spoke through hissing breaths. “Creature. What manner of being are you?” She inquired. “Are you one of the old gods that make Galbar their house of worship?” “I greet you with peace, friend,” Roisin spoke, her serene smile apparent even through her veil, her dress glimmering in the sun of the Veil and her covered face glowing with beauty and light, “I am oldest of the gods and youngest too; newborn and anciently old. I was there when the gods marked the Khodex and I was there before all that too, and I was also not there. Does it really matter?” She shrugged, and golden magicks and dust sprinkled everywhere. “I am here now, that’s what matters. I am Roisin Magnolia, daughter of the Khodex, High Queen of the Veil and High Queen also of the Material World; my High Throne in here is within the Highholt of Taramanca and my Throne of Stone there is at Arbor, within the Tree of Life. Beneath my watchful eye, all things are beautified and goodness is mad ascendant. And what of you, great lady - for you seem to me a mighty being, a god in your own right. Who are you?” “I am Su’ulek. I am Maker of the Sorcerous Art. My friends call me Su’ule.” Su’ule responded. “I was just enjoying that wondrous music. As beautiful as my own screams.” Su’ulek complimented, not realizing her words sounded like an arrogant insult. However, she continued. “I could listen to your song for countless hours.” Roisin’s veiled face brightened at Su’ulek’s words, showing no sign of having taken any offence. Indeed, if her face could be seen she may well have beamed. “Your love for beauty is heartening, Su’ulek! Sometimes the eye and the ear are so tainted by the many miseries and traumas the world throws one’s way that neither eye nor ear nor tongue nor even touch can recognise beauty. Your ears knew beauty, however, and so followed it; and now your tongue is an overflowing river of generous praise. You have in you, Su’ulek, the threads of a beautiful heart - there is no doubt!” The pleased goddess invited Su’ulek to descend with her and the both of them sat by the Sweet River Rois. “But what is this Sorcerous Art that you speak of, Su’ulek? My knowledge encompasses many wondrous arts of beauty and glamour and the many ways of magic, but of these Sorcerous Arts I am admittedly ignorant!” “Sorcery is a form of magic that taps into the inner will of the mage. They channel their own will to control magic. This magic causes a subtle change within the sorcerer, which, if not checked, will change them irrevocably. It is a powerful gift, and blessing I’ve given to the world of Galbar.” Su’ulek declared. Roisin nodded along. “That sounds mighty indeed! Not even my glamorous arts can be called upon by mortals at will; for that they need careful study and magical tools. Do you not fear, my dearest Su’ulek, that such magic tied to will alone may allow those who are perhaps not fully matured to access terrible magicks? Is it wise that those who have strong will but little wisdom should wield such great powers? I fear that such will bring you into ill-repute, when in reality you are a music-loving adorer of beauty and goodness!” As Roisin spoke, she dipped her feet in the river and gently waved them here and there. “Dear Roisin! If ever there was a goddess that was foolish, it is I. I seem to not have wisdom, yet I only have what mortals call “intelligence”. Anyway, I’m sure that this will work out. Surely the mortals will not destroy themselves. Would it not only be foolish, but vapid to do so?” Roisin reflected on Su’ulek’s words for a few moments, then spoke up. “It may strike us as such, but I have witnessed beings of great knowledge and a certain degree of wisdom throw themselves and their own into the jaws of perdition; I have seen beings older than time and wiser than either you or I heft the warspear and cry bloody murder. It is a sight to quell the warmth of any throbbing heart. If that is so of creatures such as the Outer Beasts and their mighty and knowledgeable Outer Gods, what of mere mortals? How are we to leave them with such great power and simply trust that they will not destroy themselves? Must we not give them guidance on how and why to create, rather than destroy, even as we give them such arts as Sorcery and Glamour and all the ways of magic?” The Little god of the Little Things seemed now to be musing to herself, but at the last she turned back to Su’ulek and directed the question to her. “I see. I will take this advice into consideration. Anyhow, I would like to leave the Other Side and see my creations first hand. Would you like to see my children?” Leaving the searching questions and weighty matters of power and responsibility to the side for the moment, Roisin nodded and arose. “Of course, it would please my heart. But you must forgive me if I cover myself and am utterly veiled, for one look by any being other than a god on me is quite sufficient to slay them on the spot! Some beauty is not made for mortal eyes.” [hr] [centre][b]The East River Delta[/b][/centre] Disguised as an old woman Slith with Roisin Magnolia tucked into her hood, Su’ulek slithered to what passed as a large city on the Eastern River Delta. . . Sithari, the city was called. It had many thousands of inhabitants, and slaves came from all over Galbar. Humans, and others. Not realizing that these were enslaved beings, Su’ulek nonetheless finally made way to a Shrine built by the Slith Lugal, the King of Sithari. Cetanu was the Lugal’s name. He had developed a kind of Sorcery that could be used to accelerate the change into monstrous beings by the Sorcerer. Cetanu looked at the bloody altar, and his student was seen raising a curved dagger over the Human woman’s terrified body. Su’ule was concerned. The old Slith woman raised a crackling, aged voice in protest. “Ssstop!” She demanded. The authority in her words caused Cetanu to halt the ritual. “Old woman, if you were not a gray scale, I would behead you where you stand!” Cetanu declared. “What is the meaning of this, Gray Scale?” Gray Scale was a respectable name for an elder in the Sithari, and surrounding cultures. Yet Su’ulek was not pleased. “You raise your knife to sacrifice an intelligent creature!” Su’ulek accused, while Roisin bobbed up and down in her hood. “Mother Su’ule would be angered!” She stated matter of factly.” At this accusation, Cetanu almost laughed, but one of his few redeeming features as a person was respect for the old. He responded, “Humans and other slaves have no rights. They are as cattle for the glory of the Slith! Su’ule has given the Slith dominion over all inferior life.” “Yet for the Gray Scale’s sake I will not draw out her suffering.” The Lugal stated. At this, Su’ulek was angered more. “I am High Priestess of Mother Su’ule! It is her word that you cease these bloody sacrifices. They are not sacrifices, but murders!” The Lugal, Cetanu was not yet losing patience, yet he could be cruel, even compared to others of his kind when he was. He was however, a little frustrated. “Old woman, I know all the priests and priestess of Sithari and the East Delta. I have never known you.” Su’ulek was now frustrated. “Child!” Su’ulek spoke in anger, her reverberating words of power filling Cetanu with terror, he recognized Su’ule’s voice. “Do as I say!” Cetanu’s green, scaled head began to turn white, as he screamed. Though he lived, he was terrified of Su’ule’s anger. That would be the last lawful blood sacrifice in Sithari. Furious, Su’ulek vanished. She was now considering bringing a curse to the city. Before she did, however, Roisin Magnolia was by her side. She floated about the great dragon’s head and whispered words and magicks of calm and forgiveness. “You see Su’ule?” The Little god cooed, “It is what we were talking about: without guidance mortals will invariably go forth and destroy one another. What use then are curses and anger? Let it not be said that the wrath of Su’ulek descended before she taught the people how to be good! I say this: teach them what beauty is, and in that I will aid you. Let them know what it is to have a beautiful heart, a beautiful soul, and what it is to be good so they may strive towards it. Then, and only then, once they have known what goodness is and still stray from it, will they deserve punishment. What do you say?” Su’ule was considering bringing a curse to Sithari. The curse would have infected the entirety of Galbar, however. Before she did, however, her new friend Roisin was indeed speaking to her for mercy. “Very well, friend. I will stay my hand, as I sometimes do not know my own strength. In seeking to destroy the wicked, I may harm the innocent. I may bring a lasting change to Sithari and the other Slith, rather than a curse, I must create a choice.” [i]One Year Later, At The Academy Of Virtue[/i] “Cetanu has made substantial strides towards his journey.” Su’ule spoke, pleased. “He’s still a long long ways away from achieving his destiny. However.” Roisin Magnolia sat on the dragon goddess’ shoulder, and nodded. “The Academy is making strides in spreading beauty and virtue, and the Crown of Wisdom rests easy on the head of Cetanu. These are auspicious times indeed.” [hider=Summary] Su'ulek and Roisin meet, they become friends right off the bat. Su'ulek and Roisin go to Galbar and monitor the Slith. Su'ulek is humiliated and disappointed, and thinks about cursing the civilization of the East Delta, but Rosin stops her. Su'ulek and Roisin create an Academy of Virtue to teach the Slith and mortals to become good people, and Su'ulek creates a magic crown for the Lugal. [/hider] [hider=Su’ulek MP]-2 School Of Virtue: The Academy Of Virtue. The Academy of Virtue is a school that Su’ule’s followers use to teach mortals, especially Slith, how to act and become moral and ethical. Honorable conduct, courtesy, and compassion are all three core tenets taught from the city of Sithari, so that the mortals can change to become better people. Due to Roisin’s Beauty domain, the final ritual of the disciples from this school can shed their skin (if they are Slith) and become beautified Rainbow serpent people if they have successfully become virtuous. [2/4 towards Change domain] -2 Crown Of Wisdom: The Crown Of Wisdom simultaneously transforms the Lugal/King, etcetera’s character to become more moral, and ethical over time, while decreasing their vices, so they change to become a perfect ruler, morally speaking, so they can rule with integrity. [4/4 towards Change domain] -4 Claim New Domain (Change): This domain is meant to manifest Change at its core. To become something “Other”. For example, this Domain would be a highly sufficient domain for transmutation magicks, alchemy, the change of seasons, regular chemical reactions, etcetera. 12 MP -2 Crown of Wisdom, -2 Academy Of Virtue(s) - 4 Domain Of Change = 4 MP left [/hider]