The world, a playground for gods. That's like some would see it. But not so Tiāncái. For her, it was an ocean of possibilities. Many of them dark, others too light to look at them. But there was one kind of people that seemed to have what it took to become her children.<br/><br/>Before the other goods could corrupt them, to good or bad, Tiāncái hid the fae in her own cloak. Sending them dreams of a place deep in the forest. A place free of the corrupting vines, a small light in the darkness. Hidden away from those blinded by greed and their vices, but also from those blinded by zeal and overly "good intentions". It was only open a small place, but large enough for those that belonged to the Elysium. There she waited for them, took her time to teach and form her children, mold them in the shape that fitted their spirit.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: Tinci rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 14, <br/>Total: 14</div></div>