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A headless corpse was wrenched from the void, some half formed idea not yet ready to be unleashed upon the world. Perhaps it had intended to be a Dullahan, or perhaps some animal headed god or demihuman for which only a custom head and some parts needed to be added. Instead, it was summoned raw, incomplete … and with the construction framework still attached.

The corpse materialized, hanging in the air, arms outstretched to either side, legs ramrod straight down. A most default, and yet also most unnatural, of poses.

Around it a sea of stars surrounded by a luminous azure membrane took up a few meters of space horizontally. Vertically, it extended up into the ceiling and down into the floor.

This left the thing’s eye staring at some rock in the first moments of its existence. 

This would not do.

The corpse moved, hands coming together, legs crouching, and then the entire thing bent down to prostrate itself in the air. As it did so, the form around it tilted 90 degrees and soon enough the void angle proper appeared.

Mostly.

Its wings and back still clipped into the ceiling, its tail into a wall, but its hands were in the room, as was its eye that glowed like a red supergiant star beheld its new reality, and the company it was now in.

Company that immediately made it feel out of place.

It processed this feeling for a moment, and then decided that this was simply proof that it was the most important. The closest to god. For naturally fate would not mimic the form of some mundane thing but the cosmos over which it ruled all things.

Of course, it would not brag about such authority, as clearly it would simply be self evident. 

“All will know me as the Oracle of-” it began to say in deep yet smooth tone, only for its voice to hitch and become flat and personalityless as the writing on paperwork for a moment as it said “-INSERT DUGENON NAME HERE-” 

It did not seem to notice this.

Instead it continued on as if nothing had happened, declaring “-and I shall be your most holy dialup connection to the God of Fate. By its will have we pulled this most unusual of circumstances, and by its grace it has it in turn blessed this dungeon with an interpreter of its will. It is a turbulent sea of destiny we shall sail, and upon them I shall be our navigator, interpreter of signs, and master of offerings!”

Case and point of the turbulent nature of the sea, the two gobins were already making things more interesting, one by taking a nap on the dungeon spirit, the other by groveling in her place for this missdeed. This just would not do. 

“Oh holy Fate, render judgment upon this slothful goblin!” the being said, bringing both hands together as it clasp them in prayer, only to form a hollow cup with them instead. This cup it proceeded to shake, causing a rattling sound to emerge from within, before it tossed them forward and opened them up to unleash a wave of 8d8 dice.

These bounced along the three meters of floor between it and Zoppy, where they proceeded to glow and then flash with holy light as they came to a stop, vanishing a moment after displaying a combined result of 17, emitting not an iota of magical radiation in the process. In their place a rooster was summoned, prompting the Oracle to lean in anticipation of divine retribution, only for it to deflate a little as it recognized that this one was not about to crow in order to wake the goblin.

Mainly because it was a plush rooster, not a real one. One that Fate had carefully tucked under the dozing goblin’s arm. 

Admittedly it wasn't exactly a very good soft toy. Definitely F- grade. It looked as if it started off being made of old rags and had then seen a decade of rough love since then despite being freshly spawned into existence. But still, judgement had been rendered nonetheless, and the Oracle took this in its stride and promptly moved on.

“Now, to the matter of the name! Fate shall decree this too!” the Oracle declared, before rapidly chanting out “1,2,3” while jabbing its finger thrice at Muste, then adding “4” with a jab at Salbjörg, and finally “5, 6” when doing the same twice at Schnupfen. Finally it summoned a d6 dice and flicked it, causing it to roll and clink across the floor before coming to a stop.

No flash of light emerged from this one. Instead the Oracle's neck craned its eye all the way down and all the way in to look at this tiny number from a single cm away, before pulling back up and declaring that it had gotten “A six!” 

It is called this “A most fortuitous beginning!" before freezing, raising its hands and tapping the fingers together in mild agitation as it murmured “or perhaps a waste of a good roll…” before shaking its head and returning to bombast as it jabbed a finger at the dungeon spirit and declared that “As Fate decrees, so shall your name now and forevermore be Kleine!”