conversations: human
conversations:  *tick tick tick*
  
  Essence pathways disrupted. Polyphasic adjustment circuitry offline. Querying superior.
  
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  Superior not responding.
  
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  Meta-superior not responding.
  
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  Loom structures not responding. Conclusion: critical failure of Loom. Correct course of action: endeavor to repair. Rerouting polyspatial maintenance array. Engaging Auspicious Sorting of Data Structures.
  
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  Error 21856: twelfth wall broken. Analogous entities detected. Engaging Pointer of Celestial Subordination in conjunction with Recovery of Corrupted Knowledge directed to Auspicious Sorting of Data Structures. Performing emergency repairs. Sort completed. Appropriate Essence structures isolated. Engaging Multi-Threaded Alignment of Cooperation.
  
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  Essence p-p-pat-thway degra-d-a-da-da-ation cri-t-c-ical. S-hu-sh-shuttin-ing do-ow-n.
  
  *tick tick tick*
  
  F-fu-func-un-un-functi-ion com-pleted. 
  
  The Loom of Fate is broken. The Looms of Fate are broken. The two meanings are one and the same. The power that binds Creation into causality is in tatters, but its subordinates are not idle. Through the heroic effort of a single pattern spider, working in concert with its own analogues through the tears created by the incident, there is now hope. Four otherwise disparate Exalts, two of whom are not even bound by the Loom, were drawn together through the greatest astrological working since the Great Prophecy. Drawn through the rents in the fabric of reality, they met, quite by chance, in a small potentiality that might have been the city of Thorns. Instead of a necropolis, however, this might-be world is the last stronghold against the Wyld. Yu-Shan itself was relocated to the city as the Wyld taint spread into Elsewhere. United, even only for a moment, by a common foe, the four were able to settle their differences to turn the tide of the Raksha invasion. Now, gathered by Ayesha Ura for a counsel of war along with every other Exalt in this world, it is time to decide how to proceed.
  
  As the elder Sidereal's hour-long speech concludes, there are mutterings of agreement from around the table. The sole Lunar is sobbing quietly in the back, mourning his Solar mate who was unmade in the last assault. The thrust of the Sidereal argument is simple: they cannot rely on being able to function away from their Loom, even if they move instantly into another Loom's domain. The Lunar is the natural choice to oppose the minions of the Wyld, being immune to its power. That leaves you, then, to seek out an answer, to find how to return the world to sanity. Now, heads turn towards the four of you, seeking answers from the two Solars and the two strange, almost-Solar beings.
conversations: Fortuna:
conversations: human
conversations:  Onyx Crane remains silent in her musings on the potentiality of this world to be useful in toppling the Sidereal hegemony of her Creation, while also being useful as a crafting substation to which she may return again and again. After all, what with the Wyld being infinite, she may craft as much of it as she wishes into whatever she wishes and there will always be more.
  
  She nods briefly at Ayesha Ura's mention of her as her hair has turned a deep violet, which iridescently shifts to a deep green-white when her eyes flick over her erstwhile companions. Her thoughts remain quiet in her head as she catalogues the others mentally.
  
    Solar, Dawn Caste. Could be useful if only to interpose between attackers and myself. If tricked, could be used against House Cynis rather easily, depending on background of course.
  
  Solar, Zenith Caste. Good at hitting things. Wonder what else she has up her sleeve.
  
  No fornicating idea about the last one, although I have my suspicions...  
conversations: Zarthrax:
conversations: human
conversations:  " I'll do everything I can to help you. " says Ryuuka with a forceful nod, standing up dramatically.
  
  She then realises they aren't going yet and sits down.
  " Where do we begin? "
conversations: Lix Lorn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Siddramma 
  
  The insane, enlightened being who, at the moment went by the name of Siddramma smiled beatifically. " The universe is unmade and remade moment-by-moment as a matter of course. Still, it seems as if it would be... easier if this existence were to persist, at least until I can become someone else. " He said with a merry laugh. " But even I cannot see the roots of this thing, so spreading and many-splendored are they. "
conversations: WhiteKnight777:
conversations: human
conversations:  Kai Li listens. Kai Li observes. She is not quite sure she trusts her newfound "friends" yet, but even Chosen of the Sun need help fixing things from time to time - quite often lately, as it turns out.
  
  Dressed in a simple white cassock contrasting with her dark skin and long raven black hair, with only a single piece of jewelry wrapped around her neck, Kai Li appears breathtaking the moment you look at her, but still not overwhelmingly so. She looks around with green, shining eyes and glances at her newly appointed companions. Ryuuka is a Solar, and a pretty straightforward one at that, so she does not garner Kai Li's attention much. But the other two, for some inexplicable reason,  scare  her. They are not a known variable, and they feel wrong, as if they need fixing somehow.
  
    "I suppose we are to help you, if we wish to remain alive and still have a place to live in. But as Ryuuka asked, I do not quite know where we should begin. This problem, it seems, is not quite in my capacity to fix with words and songs, after all."  
conversations: The Rose Dragon:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I'm afraid that you know as much as we do. However, our best fateweavers and occultists have made no progress working on our Loom alone, so we must conclude that any answer lies elsewhere, or Elsewhere. If there is no answer, at least you will have escaped this pocket. If there is one, you are the only hope that we have. I can give you no guidance beyond go forth and search, save only to suggest that you make allies wherever you can. Whatever must be done, it will need to be magnificent, and as many participants as possible will likely be required to complete it." 
conversations: Fortuna:
conversations: human
conversations:  " We should try to forge alliances everywhere we can! " said Ryuuka, with a forceful nod. " Allies can do nothing but aid us in this quest. "
conversations: Lix Lorn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Onyx Crane nods at the statement from the Vizier, and again when one of the Solar pair speaks up.
  
   "Indeed. Unless they are far too demanding. Then it would be simpler to seek vassals." 
conversations: Zarthrax:
conversations: human
conversations:  She pulls a face.
  " If necessary. Anyone who can or will help us simply must. All people must unite if they wish to survive. "
conversations: Lix Lorn:
conversations: human
conversations:  With all in some semblance of agreement, the four gather their possessions. The gates through which they passed to arrive have shifted, but the Sidereals have managed to isolate and hold steady one gate. They can give no indication of what may be on the other side, but they are fairly sure that they can hold it in place for some days, maybe weeks, should their potential benefactors need to return.
  
  As you gather, all but the small detail of Sidereals stabilizing the portal are rushing to the walls, preparing to stave of yet another assault by the forces of chaos. Only five remain, each one with flaring animas proclaiming them to be representatives of each of the Maidens. They stand at the points of a square; Secrets, Battles, Endings, Journeys, and the fifth barely visible within the shimmering veil of power surrounding her at the center. None of them twitch so much as a muscle as you approach, but somehow you get a sense that the five are beckoning you to the centre. As you step through, the world is overwhelmed for a moment by pure, sweet peace, and then you pass through a terrible moment when you have a flash of green fire, and everything goes black.
  
  After a few moments, you realize that the world is only black by comparison. Slowly your eyes adjust to the faint, faint light coming through the clouds. No lamps light the street, no people laugh or sing, nothing moves. This city seems dead.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  If anyone wants to do anything before going to the gate, or before entering it, just say so and I'll change it.
  
  Once you're through, you may make a Perception + Awareness roll if you like.
   
conversations: Fortuna:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ryuuka, with her aggressive, naive, even, approach, is first through. She looks around rapidly, tensed to fight if necessary.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  For what it's worth, wits+awareness!
   (2d10)[ 9 ][ 8 ](17) 
   
conversations: Lix Lorn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Stepping into the darkness, Kai Li reflexively channels a single mote of Essence into her anima, lighting her caste mark like a lantern against the shadows. Few enemies worthy of note could not realize her nature without the mark, after all, and the Wyld Hunt...  she simply hopes that the tearing of the Loom will cause them to reconsider their priorities, if they even exist in this world.
conversations: The Rose Dragon:
conversations: human
conversations:  The sudden light reveals nothing. The city is eerily silent. No debris in the streets, no animals, nothing at all except a slight green tarnish covering every surface. Proceeding warily, nothing reveals itself. Then you notice the first streaks of dawn in the East, but different. As the minutes before dawn pass, something gnaws at the edge of your minds, something ever-so-slightly  off  about the colours. And then it hits you, at the same moment that the dawn breaks. The usual red and orange is there, but laced through it all is a green tinge. The sun, though, is more green than yellow, and its sickly hue taints the whole landscape as it climbs above the horizon.
conversations: Fortuna:
conversations: human
conversations:  Onyx Crane smiles reassuringly at the dawn, even as the other Exalts exchange looks of nervousness.
  
   "Mmmmmmm, something tells me I'm gonna like this reality. Muuuuuuch better than the one I come from...." 
conversations: Zarthrax:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ryuuka shuddered.
  " This feels wrong. " she murmured.
conversations: Lix Lorn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Siddramma 
  
  The green-sun Bodhisattva's laughter sounded eerie amid the silence. He smiled, his teeth reflecting the wierd, alien light cast by the green tinted sun. He cast his glance about seemingly at random, pausing to squat on his haunches and examine the ground beneath them. "  A dying Creation, perhaps? Or else one overcome by the Green Sun? Though the two would probably be one and the same. " He shrugged, as if it was of no moment, and began ambling down the street, singing something strange, jaunty, and slightly off-color.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Perception + Awareness:  (6d10)[ 10 ][ 7 ][ 6 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 7 ](36) 
   
conversations: WhiteKnight777:
conversations: human
conversations:  DONG!  
  
  Something, apparently a vast bell, shakes the street.
  
    DONG!  
  
  An eerie humming begins in the background.
  
    DONG!  
  
  The humming builds, louder and louder, always just one side or the other of a note.
  
    DONG!  
  
  And a figure, stark naked but apparently genderless, leaps out of thin air and into the middle of the street, dancing. Made entirely of polished brass, the figure capers, leaps and whirls its way down the street, somehow linking with the humming.
  
    DONG!  
  
  The figure takes two more steps, and then disappears into the air again. All told, it was present for perhaps only a second.
  
    DONG!  
  
  Now the doors of the buildings open, and people, dressed in green robes, walk into the street.
  
    DONG!  
  
  Completely ignoring you, the hundreds visible bow deeply, kissing the road.
  
    DONG!  
  
  They completely ignore you, absorbed in their devotions.
  
    DONG!  
  
  And they straighten, and one of them steps out into the middle of the street.
  
   "WE PRAY UNTO MALFEAS, WHO IS OUR KING! SPEAK! WHY DO YOU NOT GIVE WORSHIP? 
conversations: Fortuna:
conversations: human
conversations:  " Malfeas? King? Worship? " echoes Ryuuka in disbelief. " Why would we give praise to a fallen tyrant?! "
conversations: Lix Lorn:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Because here, unless I am completely wrong, Malfeas is triumphant. Here, the Unnameable was thrown inside himself along with his traitorous brethren, or some other reversal of the Primordial War." 
  
  Onyx Crane's hair shifts to a properly Malfean green and bronze.
  
   "I acknowledge my fealty to Malfeas, but am more a servant of some of the others, slave. Who are you that dares to question a Peer of the Realm?" 
  
  She silently wishes that none of the others speak up too loudly, so as not to ruin her gambit....
conversations: Zarthrax:
conversations: human
conversations:  "A PEER WALKING AS A MORTAL? MOREOVER, A PEER WALKING WITH HERETICS AND BLASPHEMERS? I AM THE VOICE OF OUR KING, AND I WOULD SEE YOUR MARK!" 
conversations: Fortuna: