Run By: Soldier of Misfortune (3 xp)

Players: Clan Clan

Synopsis: A mysterious void in the Loom! What's the cause?

 

 

The width and breadth of Creation is great, but never too great for a Sidereal to be assigned to some dinky little corner of it to find out what's going on there.

 So it is that the town of Zalda in the Hundred Kingdoms' paperwork somehow finds its way through the Bureau of Fate with twice the usual cumbersome speed - perhaps four times - and into the hands of someone who can do something with it. A tiny town according to the paperwork, it has no more than fifty people, with a small god in charge of it by the name of Zaldari (the town was apparently named after him) who has at least four censures for various actions, including (but not limited to) theft from the Unconquered Sun. However, he has since reformed, and so it is that the Sidereals are willing to send an agent to check out the problem he's stamped on his paperwork:

 The Loom is gone.

 

When papers get handed to people they usualy are just getting about to clearing their desk. Clan Clan was handed this as a substitute for a tissue. Then once they realized what they gave her, tells her to that she should check that out. Of coarse the snot runined the paperwork, and now has to start from scratch. Scratching her head she wonders to the viewing room to see what the matter is. Wearing her per-usual kimono, save in heaven its made out of seafoam green water that swirls about her. "Hello spiders how are we today?" she leans over for a look into the endless loom.

 

There's a very small slice of the Loom simply -gone-. The pattern spiders are scrabbling around it, but not actually interacting with it. It's as if the town's fate had simply been...

 Unwritten.

 "Disconcerting, isn't it?" Harmonious Sword of Heaven inquires. The Sidereal woman settles down next to Clan, "Zalda's plea seems to be correct. Are you planning to check it out?" The woman runs her fingers through her short blue hair as she arranges her kimono politely.

 

Giving it her experts eye, collecting all the data she can form the lack on anything. "Like I have a choice, some times I wonder if my coworkers give me all this hard stuff because they know I'm a bleading heart." she sighs and give the man a wave. Asking a spider if the string just broke or vanished then is off with a splash of her watery atier. The few little fishes that float in her dress float up her midsection and finds a place to hide as she casts her cloud and wooshes through heaven to the closets gate.

 

The Spiders chitter that nothing is wrong. How unusual.

 Clan Clan finds the gate open, the Celestial Lion guarding it giving a pleasant nod at the pretty young thing as she passes through.

 She's deposited close to the town's location. It's a short walk - maybe a half-hour's time - to reach the town. The Unconquered Sun gleams high in the sky, proud and victorious as he ever is.

 

That kind of distance is nothing when you have a super speed cloud to take you anywhere. Not feeling she had the time, she has yet to change and fingures her clothes with not be the weirdest thing if the loom ripped apart. Hoping she can handle this herself. Hoping off as she gets close. Tying to be stealthy at thea very least.

 

It's easy to reach the town without anyone noticing - they all seem to be going about their business normally. In fact, on the ground, literally everything looks absolutely normal - and it seems to be, to Clan's senses. No demons, no ghosts, no shadowlands.

 

Off to the next thing then. The local god. Trying to figure out were he is located with the smeared papers. As she wonders looks about in general, keeping out of the sight of the locals. After all a girl with a cat tail, a kimono made of water with fish swimming in it looks fairly odd. "Were are you Zalda?"

 

"Here I am," the god replies. He's dressed in an elegant robe, splendid and sewn with some very fine orichalcum threads; his eyes sparkle, literal jewels implanted in his reptilian face. For all the world, except for the massive wings, he looks like a Dragon King; he even has a neat little tail wagging back and forth. "I didn't expect them to send someone so soon! Are you here about the Loom, I hope?" Zalda blinks his gemstone eyes at her.

 

Clan clan's ears perk as the god pops up behind her. "Oh there you are, are you ok?" the little serenity looks over the distressed god. Tail wagging behind her. "I am." instead of bowing or holding forth a hand she gives the reptile a big hug. Keeping the embrace in attempt to comfort the god. "My name is Clan Clan chosen of serenity, at your service. How might I be of service?"

 

The reptile blinks at the odd reaction. "You're an odd one amongst the chosen," he admits, looking her over briefly. Zalda crouches to all four and steps back a bit, like a lizard skittering on a wall, his wings beating briefly. "I don't know, really. I don't know what caused it. I just woke up one day and felt...free. Like the Loom had been ripped away."

 "It's very unnerving."

 

"Well your right. There is nothing here. In the loom that is. The Spiders claim nothing was. Its very unnerving." sypmothising with the little lizard. Full cherry lips pull to a warm smile. "Dont worry though the loom is my specialty. Now tell me can you still exert control over your domain?" one ear canting up wile the other is level with her eyes. "Has worship changed her of late?

 

"No, no!" The god shakes his head, another pair of arms extending and resting on the ground to give him an odd snake-insectoid appearance. "They are good Immaculate worshippers as they should be, Chosen. They give obeisance to me and to the Dragons, I swear." He crouches. "Nothing has changed of late to my knowledge. But..." He sits, crossing all his arm/legs and thinking. "I...do remember...the night before it happened, there was a strange light piercing up into the dome."

"It was from the center of town," he adds helpfully, "I think."

 

"Don't worry your not under investigation yet." Resting a hand on his shoulders to let him know its ok. "We know you've been very good of late and have reformed." looking up to the heavens then towards town. "A light you say? Well! There we go a lead!" spinning on the heal of her geta and taking a step towards town, then looking at her dress. "Am I over dressed? Should I go with something more simple? I don't want to alarm them."

 

"You may wear as you like, Chosen!" Zalda chirps, his tongue flicking out once and scrabbling over towards the small town's center. "They will not care. They know well that I entreat strange visitors often! I am a caring god, yes yes." He licks his nonexistant nonlips, blinking gemstone eyes at her.

 

 With his approval, she skips forward. Though in her head wonders who he is entertaining so often in the public eye. Less walking than almost gliding into town with her grace. Head leaning in this way and that with her cat like curiosity. Till the god leads her to the center of town. The people are almost ignored as is she for the most part, the arcane fate pulling most of the attention away. Though some still see her and can't help but gawk.

 

The god paces around the dead center of the town. "I think it might be a broken demense," he offers helpfully, "But I defer to your expertise, O Chosen."

 

-= OOC =- Clan Clan uses her exency for 5 auto successes

(Judge) Clan Clan rolls 9: [ -1- 2 2 3 5 6 6 6 8 ]

        Resulting in 1 successes.

 

The missing Loom...isn't missing. It's simply been...

 Relocated? That sounds like a good word for it. Clan Clan can tell that whatever hit this place didn't kill or edit the loom at all, simply cut it, undamaged, and dragged it down.

 Down. She can confirm that it's -below-; the Loom that should govern this area, overlaid atop the Loom that should govern its underground, a straight hole all the way down to...

 ...what?

 

"Weird." squatting down and brushes at the dirt, Clan rests her hand there. "Well I think I know were the strands went ... Is there anything under the town? Sewers? Drains? First age whats-it?" looking up at the lizard who paces. "Your sanctum perhaps? It seems it all got moved underground. I've never even heard of that happening. I mean cutting a- well anyway." she stands back up straight and nods. moving about, looking at places that might have a basement. There has to be a way down.

 

"No, no. Not my sanctum." Zalda follows after her on all six legs, his wings folding up like a beetle shell made of skin and scales, "My sanctum is in the tower. But there is a cave underneath - I didn't think to check it. It's been here since as long as I can remember," he clarifies, leading her towards what looks like a storm cellar and throwing open the doors. It's dark down there, and it feels very...unusual....very twisted-up and knotted to Clan's sensibilities.

 "Here, here. Here is the way down. Old Maruki built his home over it, but I left the way down open. Good thing, eh? Eh?" The god grins a toothy reptile grin at her.

 

"Very Very good. I'm not one who likes to dig." Clan not being built like a hard worker, more like what is expected of a bureaucrat, given a very attractive one. A shiver goes down her spine as she enters the celler, the hair on the back of her neck on end. Even her tail is puffed out. "Feels ... odd down here. How about you?" looking to the god and she steps further into the dark. Plaicing her hands together and concentrating a blue halo appears over her head providing light.

 

"Very odd," the god agrees, "I don't like it." He preens at the praise, scampering along behind her as the blue light lights the way into the tunnel. It's a very small tunnel, but not one so small that she has to get on all fours. Zalda crawls onto the roof of the tunnel. "Lead on. I would offer, but I have no light," he says sadly, and seems to mean it - he doesn't seem like a cowardly god.

 

"Ok but let me know what you do about the cave on the way. If it forks or something. I don't want to get lost." Slipping into the passage, its small but Clan Clan is a mear four nine so it feels cozy at the worst. Squeezing as two rocks push the tunnel tight and ducking at the right times.

 

The tunnel opens into a small cavern - and it is a cavern, a wide, tall cavern with a pool in the center. Instinctively, the god rears onto two legs, a hiss licking across his face. "What sorcery is this?" He murmurs, sounding terrified.

 For in the center of the pool, a small beam of light pierces up and into the ceiling, and within that beam of light is a snarled-up tapestry that could only be one thing, one perfect, undamaged, unchanging little ball of Fate.

 The missing loom.

 The light pierces down, as well, not disturbing the slick pool of water even a bit. It is stable, perfect, like a museum's case, but instead of an exhibit, it ensnares the Loom itself.

 "Who has this sort of power?" The god whispers, crawling towards the pool hesitantly.

 

"I would say its prety if I wasn't worried about who has to unravel that." Not afraid in the least of the strange power that seems to hold the fate. "I wonder if I can move it ... and just kind of take it back to the loom?" walking about the pool seeing if she can reach the light with her hand.

 

She cannot quite touch the light. The pool is too wide for that.

 Zalda frowns and scampers onto the ceiling. "I have an idea. Hold onto my middle arms, and I'll hang you down so you can see what it is," he offers.

 

"Good Idea." Clan Clan reaches and takes the gods arms, happy to see how prone to team work he is. Kicking her Geta off her feet she goes barefoot, they would likely just fall off anyway. "Now take me a close as you can, though keep your distance who knows what it can do."

 

The god complies helpfully, crawling them up onto the ceiling without effort. "You are very light," he offers politely, and apparently means it as a compliment, "Your mate must be very pleased by this." His gemstone eyes flicker as he moves, lowering her as near as he can. "Here you are, Chosen. What do you make of it?"

 

(Judge) Clan Clan rolls 8: [ -1- 3 3 3 7 9 9 <10> ]

        Resulting in 5 successes.

 

"Sorcery your right. Ok take me down, I'll try a counter magic first. Hopefully it wont explode on us." Waiting till she is down again. "It could be a screwy artifact making a sorcery effect but a counter spell is worth the effort. Placing her hands together as if in prayer the blue halo getting brighter, a corona of electric blue light surrounding her. Case mark of Venus floating just infront of her head. Tendrals of her blue essence move out and try to work into the magics that hold it.

 

The light collapses, and the Loom springs back into existence in a heartbeat, the god immediately sighing in relief. "You did it," he says quietly.

 And then the pool parts down the middle, revealing a small cup.

 "What...what is that?" Zalda inquires.

 

"Could be the focus for the spell left over." she says with a shrug and wades into the pool to check it out. Giving it a look over before trying to pick it up and looking it over. "Maybe moving it will keep it from happening again. The real question is who caste the spell?"

 

Zalda keeps his distance as Clan Clan lifts the cup; the light seems to be contained within the very chalice, a wonderous object.

 "This is my legacy," a voice echoes in her head.

 "This pillar is my legacy. There...are seven more across creation." The voice sounds repentant, sad, but it's a hollow, meaningless sort of sadness. "The Loom must be excised. It stands in my way, and I will be the-." The voice cuts off.

 Nothing more.

 Zalda approaches hesistantly, crouching near Clan Clan. "Do you know what it is?" He asks.

 

Clan just shakes her head. "No clue, though I bet we will find out after we find a few more. Hope I can stop them before they get this bad." taking out some paper from her water Kimono, some how its not wet and writes down some info. "Any other problems file the normal paper work and forward a copy to me so something gets done about it in a timely fashion. Anything else I can help with wile I have the time?" she pockets the chalice into her dress.

 

"No," Zalda smiles, "You have been a great help, Chosen. Do go on - your duty is done here, and I am ever the obedient servant of the Beauracracy. Thank you for your aid." With that, the god scrabbles out of the cave, leaving Clan Clan alone with her thoughts.