[Tre]

"To be forever woven into the tapestry."

After the profound events at Mount Pavonis and the invocation of Aemir, with the notable presence of Gala and Enarr, the city of Londo staunchly stakes its claim. It remains steadfast in honoring its origin, meticulously gathering forces and resources for a daring endeavor—an expedition that will lead them into the mysterious veil and realm of Gala. Their objective: pilgrimage and trial.

Seeking a blessing for their city and a firm establishment of their status as a Gala state, the pilgrimage involves an earnest effort to win the favor of the Lady of the Veil. They are prepared to make sacrifices of any magnitude necessary, ensuring the Pantheon's vigilant gaze remains on their city throughout its existence.

Residents of Londo are invited to join this expedition, embarking on a long and challenging journey!


While acknowledging the inherent risks, both the council and the chairman have unequivocally addressed the city's populace, urging them to be prepared to stake everything. This bold initiative draws inspiration from Jokul himself, propelling the city to new heights of enlightenment

Attendees: LONDO

Danger Rating: HOD

Themes: Gala , Veil, Adventure , Enlightenment , Blessing , Purpose

DM: ???

[Chance]

The Invocation of Aemir: The Miracle of 2097

A festival that was many decades in the making, led by Jokul and the heads of House Mikos, Kyria and Loki. Fragments of the Ten gathered in one place; some taken forcibly in battle, others willingly offered in years past, and a Thousand Prayers concentrated at the beacon of Mount Pavonis, once the seat of the pantheon. 

Heralded by the appearance of Enarr and Gala, what followed was the shape of Amier appearing in the distance. All corruption in the vast region was immediately cleansed and new life sprung up by the divine influx of magical area.

The runegates within the Tower of Aetius were scrambled, distorted. The connections of the Descendants instantly severed. What will become of them, and those trapped within Meranthe, soon to be revealed.

Points of convergence scattered across the west. Unstable spikes of miracle energy. 

One in particular appears to the Foreseers of Gala, a 'star map' beckoning them towards the spot where the midnight light shines upon.  Follow the pixies. What will they find there... ?

The gathered aether converges, as the final page of the Book of Amier is read through amid the ritual. Surges of stardust and goldlight continue to drift off of him, then it is felt.

High above, the clouds began to part, blues and greys peaking through. Swirling, massive silhouettes of titans form in the sky; their shadow cast over the Tower of Aetius, dwarfing even the wonder. A sense of overwhelming fear and awe as these figures watch from above, becoming more visible, slowly; two in particular stood out, a man formed of deep bronze and the swirling, feminine galaxy-formation behind him, Enarr and Gala. Their presence is felt and resonated deeply.

A storm begins. The sound of thunder and the crack of lightning upon the land; the ocean crashing in behind.


The storm persists; the wind howls and lashed about the region, near taking people off their feet, arcs of lightning twisting from the titan of bronze; like daylight he comes, and behind him is the night, Gala. It blends together in a symphony of color that paints the sky, and wisps of ethereal fae formed like a thousand butterflies setting forth, messengers of the beyond.

The air was too thin to breathe, and the weight of the world was suddenly upon your shoulders.

Jokul's fingertips turn to stone, one by one, as the lifeforce of the Nephilim of Amier is expended. A golden hand- the size of a country- reached down from above, the gravitas of intention felt upon the Grimnir. It beckons him in a summons.

At the same time, the convergence of Aether within the Giant formed visibly, like an echo fo the soul. It parts from his chest, literally; the drip of godblood pouring from now broken ribs. It forms, present, in gold and green and blue and red and silvers and-- it takes itself higher, growing, blending with the faithly invocation and all that there is.

The storm persisted. From the rain plants instantly grew. One might spot a nearby demon imp, lurking, watching, only to wince and regress as the creature is transformed into something else, a lush coat of black growing from leathered skin, and it scuttles away like a squirrel; All across Pavonis, the same occurs, in the presence of the pantheon.


Parts of the once Emperor continued to turn to stone, soon as high as his neck, as the summons ensues. Miracles both large and small present. Nearby flowers turn gold, and the tarnished join the cycle of life once more.

Any person close with witchcraft feels their presence instantly sever in the face of the pantheon; much like the rest of the west, here, holyground once more. New lifeforms forming from the bodies of demons.

As gatherers of much of the faith of the Invocation, and perhaps why Gala is present above; the Mikos couple feel her presence closely. A goldbloom forming in each of their hands.

More flowers spread out amid the crowd. One might grow near you, if you're so fortunate.

The fae-messengers float about, carried on pixie wings. Their voices are high-pitched, sing song, 'Amier returns', 'May he rest', 'It's been so long', 'Pavonis is blessed'. Noisy and unpredictable, but soon flying away - to who knows where - as quickly as they came.