Willard
As promised, the Archfiend returned, ready to begin her true work.

A boiling mass of smoke seethed forth from a patch of shadow to smother a full fourth of hall in darkness, the air filled with bitter volcanic ash. A moment later, the cloud parted like a pair of vast jaws, and out strode the familiar black-horned figure of the tyrannical demoness, ruler of the Crown and would-be Queen of all creation.

Majesty dismissed the ashen cloud with a casual flick of her hand, allowing it to bleed away into the demiplane from which she had conjured it. As the smoke slithered off to its unseen realm, the goddess was revealed in full, a statuesque blue-skinned woman now dressed for a formal occasion. A blood-red dress shirt, a sleek black suit jacket and trousers, and a pair of fine gloves were her choices for tonight, along with a pair of dark and polished Oxfords for her shoes. Last but not least, she'd made up a fine circlet of gleaming white metal to serve as her crown, its edges placed carefully between her silky black hair and curving horns.

*She* Certainly looked fine enough, in her opinion, but that alone would not do. This simple wooden furniture hardly suited gods like her, and another small gesture immediately corrected the aesthetic of the hall around her. Long red carpets draped themselves across the floors, while plump scarlet cushions and tablecloths materialized upon each of the chairs and tables. As an afterthought, she added a few wide plates here and there, and filled them all with a wide variety of sweet and delicious fruit. Still hardly *Enough* For a meeting of divinities, but it was taxing to do even this much with mortal technology still as stunted as it was... While the gods didn't need it, though, the gesture mattered.

With everything (more or less) in place, the Archfiend strode up to the center of the hall, and raised a clenched fist high above her head. Her fingers uncurled, and several bright sparks came streaking out, each one zipping forth along a different path that took them out of the hall and down Gaia's trunk to the mortal realms beneath.

Invitations, delivered to those deemed worthy. Others would come, no doubt, and she could field those as they arrived, aligning them within the bounds of her plans. Everything so far had built up to this... Time to play her hand, and see what cards fate dealt her.
Joseph
Mr Bones had sensed a large amount of activity coming from the hall of the gods. It was a bit too much *Change* For it to merely be new gods testing out their abilities. There was purpose behind it, a method to whatever was going on. And so he ascended to the hall, looking at its new appearance. Something was definitely going on here. Something was definitely going on, and he was determined to figure out what it was. The skeleton entered the hall, looking for whoever may have created the new decorations. Hopefully it wasn't Silly, it seemed like the kind of thing that she'd do.
Elizabeth
*He began to approach this unfamiliar but large house as they felt there form naturally shrink as per there wishes, making them only around 9 feet tall instead of around the height of a two story building. They neared the source of the energy as the entered the hall, there many mouths went silent as if in curious respect and its tendrils reached around curiously as it's goat like eyes looked around the building,*
Tiffany
A ritual. To make **Magic!?** Now that was something Bea could not pass up. A squirrel came running down Gaia's branches, its fur a lovely shade of lavender and its eyes shining like headlights. Scampering towards the floor, tail bobbing behind it, it looked tiny compared to the hall's lavish decoration. Bea wasn't a grand god. She was just loud.

**"Hello!"** The squirrel yelled, jumping down from the branches as it neared the bottom of the hall, transforming into a young, girl in midair. She landed, her cloak flaring behind her and her starry eyes alight with excitement. Bea had arrived.

She glanced around the hall. *Huh, she decorated. I didn't know we were allowed to do that,* Bea thought. The little goddess stuck out like a sore thumb. She wore a hot pink shirt tucked into a blue tutu. Her hair was unruly as usual, and her feathered cloak made her outfit far too busy to be fashionable. But of course, Bea didn't care. She had the fashion sense of a ten-year-old which, let's be honest, was very appropriate for the type of god she was.
Nathaniel
Travelling quickly through the void, Wyrd's half-form appeared in the halls of the gods shortly after he received his summons.

Straightening to his full height, the great deer took in the congregation around him. There were a few gods he didn't recognise, including a monstrous being that he made a mental note to introduce himself to later, as well as some that he did. Among them were Mr Bones, who he greeted with a quick nod from across the room, and of course Majesty herself, the one who called them there.

"Your ambition has exceeded my expectations, dear sister." Wyrd said to the cruel goddess as he approached. "I suppose I should have seen a ritual coming. I look forward to your... Pitch."
Ralph
Soldr was a bit more recent as far as the gods went, having just been reborn about six months ago. That said, even he was aware of the commotion occuring at the hall of the gods. Instead of teleporting, he'd made the trek on foot, though done so quickly. As he entered the hall, he looked around, eyes wide in amazement.

Soldr may have stood out from the other gods in that he looked more or less human. He was a tall, strikingly handsome man, about 6'4. He had long, soft black hair and tan skin. Two things gave away his divine nature: His irises were a brilliant, ruby red, his pupils slit like a serpents. On his back, meanwhile, he had a pair of small black batlike wings. He was built, like someone who had lived their life fighting, lean sleek muscle covering his body. He had thick, muscular arms, nicely sculpted abs, and scars from various battles trailign along them both.

Since he'd first spawned from the world tree, Soldr had managed to acquire some clothes that reminded him more of home. He was wearing furs from beasts he'd hunted himself. He had fur boots, as well as a pair of bracers. A cloak covered much of his chest, though left his abs exposed, while around his waist he had a pair of shorts and a fur loincloth. 

Looking around, he saw all manner of characters. The one who first caught his eye was the one who started the meeting. His eyebrows raised as he saw her. She was pretty, but she also carried herself with a confidence that immediately stood out to him.

"You're the one who called the meeting here, right?" He asked. He had a deep voice, with a slight growl to it even when he was being friendly. Like if fire could talk.

"Name's Soldr. It's nice to meet y-Oh, hello." Soldr said when the squirrel jumped down and turned into a child.

"Huh, sure you're old enough to be here?" He said with a smirk, lightly teasing her.
Dale
He had felt it more than he had seen it: celestial noise, activity in the Hall of the Gods. Whatever was happening here, whatever was drawing the attention of so many gods, could not bode well if ignored. So, drawing most of its attention together, Rav'nixander made its way to the Hall. Physically, the shape of a shard of crystal no bigger than the fingernail of the average humanoid would be no remark but that tiny piece thrummed with the dense energy of a new but still respectable god. Rav'nixander chose a careful spot hovering in the center of the room, able to watch silently for now as whatever would happen was likely to get underway.
Ralph
Suddenly, Soldr grinned as he saw something out of the corner of his eye. That crystalline glint was unmistakeable.

"Hey! Rav'ni!" Soldr said, waving the crystal god over. "What're you doing here? Good to see you, man." It seemed that Soldr knew the levitating prism that had just floated in.
Josephine
As Calena was wandering on her journey, part of her drew closer to the World Tree, as all journeys in some way shape or form led back to her Mother. She gazed up towards the magnificence of Gaia and felt a surge of power emanate from the Hall of the Gods where she had first met Triticea and Crucia. Bright motes of light made their way down the trunk of the World Tree and out, one of them stopping directly at her feet. 

Calena sensed that this was the work of another sibling, one that she had not met. Looking up, Calena realized that multiple motes of light had left Gaia. 

*Perhaps she would soon meet even more siblings.*

Looking down at her ratty boots and mud covered clothing, Calena willed her clothing to be softer but still powerful. Soon her tunic and pants became a slate grey dress with silver threads lining the edges, and her hair was still braided but less messy. Her satchel and staff remained but were now more polished and clean. It was definitely imposing... But it could be better. 

Calena closed her eyes, and soon after a circlet made from pliable twigs sat upon her hair. All kinds of flowers were woven into the piece, lavender, oleander, wolfsbane, and hawthorne: all flowers that could be used in herbal medicine, some healing, some harming. A perfect representation.

She began to climb the branches and made her way into the Hall of the Gods, where she saw many creatures that she knew were other children of Gaia. She stood quietly just inside the door and scanned the room quickly. The only one she personally recognized was Bea, who was chaotically perfect in pink and blue. But there was a skeleton, a black-haired humanoid, an extremely large deer (deer creature?), a blue-skinned woman, and... A floating crystal?

*Well, Gaia's children can take whatever form they like...*
Cynthia
A spherical cloud crackled and hissed with lightning as it rocketed around the branches, zapping past Gaia without even warming the branches, despite the electric comet that blazed past.

Then, as it neared the Hall of the Gods, the cloud dispersed, unravelling and being absorbed into the cloud robes of the Sky God. He made his way to the Hall, looking almost the same, except for a couple of things: In the deity's robes, constellations now danced and drifted. 

Second, lightning was frozen, and was placed around his neck like a chain, and what it held in the center was a frozen star: icy blue.

He walked into the Hall, and looked around, taking note of the deities. He was somewhat surprised to see a child, but then understood when he saw her own shining eyes. So that's who Majesty mentioned.

Speaking of, he looked around, and nodded to Majesty as he took in the sights, patiently waiting for whatever would happen next.