Fate and Faith
18th of November 2006 A.D.
OK, I can handle this, I just need to explain stuff about the outside world and then we can handle the underground dragon tolls. At least that had been the decidedly non imperial sounding thought when you turn on the projector for that apparent universal denominator of culture and technology, the slide show.
"There are worlds beyond this one and I was born to one of them, a water world, sapphire marble against the void of utter blackness vaster than the mind can grasp. I was born the daughter of a man and a woman as men and women find themselves in this world into a world where the Wheel does not turn and death comes for all at the end of what would be one turning. I was both a magician in a world where magic itself is hidden from the eyes of the populace least they lash out at that which they do not understand onto the ruin of all. I was born anew n a moment of despair in a place of cold and darkness as you see me now..."
Into the utter silence, between the soft light rays you motion down at your armoured form, then raise a hand to trace one of the twisting horns of your helm. As your fingers skim the tip of it a breath goes out, the only sound in the chamber, perhaps the only sound hat
could be in this place and in this moment.
A little shorter, a lot lighter and a good bit more human looking your start to peace around the chamber, keeping your eyes on each of the five in turn. "I know how to talk to people, how to read them. Well I am talking to your right now aren't I?" The smile you give Ancient Luc, Arte's drone and Ekel is no chance thought thing. "Some would say that I should not speak so frankly, that I should keep the die under my hand. Well those people, they don't really know how to lead do they? Part of leading is knowing when to let go, who to trust."
You sweep the room from augmented spy to singing sensation holding her breath.
"I trust you all, not because I know you all utterly to the depths of your souls, but because I like all of you have faith."
"Hail to the Empress! Under the banners United we march!" Logistician of the Unstoppable Company calls out, loud and ringing into the still air, his upper hands held aloft, fingers splayed out in the five point symbol of unity
Which of the remaining four takes up the call next is something only Guardian of the Brazen Flower and his fellow Security SUTRAS could adjudicate and with tight margins indeed.
Doing your best not to hyperventilate at the scale of your success you start explaining... reality: demons and angels, fey ward and the watch on the walls of reality, vampires and wizards. On and on you talk until your voice is horse, pausing only so long as it takes you to gulp down some feather tree sap, the fact that someone had to tap a hundred foot tall fern like a maple to get the stuff only barely registering. You explain who Harry is and what 'wizard' means in detail, if perhaps not as much as the Exarch of Scrolls would prefer, you explain who your father is... by now they had been battered with so many revelations that this one only earned a gasp from Wati and finally you explain why you popped into your throne room with two unconscious friends.... seeking sanctuary.
"I was looking for a place to get my bearings, rest, regroup, I found more, so much more , but I cannot stay cannot linger forever soul coiled round and round itself. I can and I will return, but for now lets see about spending the time I do have here in the most efficient manner."
"I see you have learned the wisdom of thrift Divine Majesty, both with your time and with your words," Ekel replies. He has a dazzling bright smile in the light of his hologlyphic tattoos. Switching to his native Journey Cant he adds: "Let us push back the curtain of white."
Seeker speech is not the only local tongue you speak and so you understand the meaning of it, In the depths of antiquity, before the points of the pentagram had been mapped out, before the tunnels has been scouted and the cities united even in trade explorers set out from the City of Journeys to carve out a patch not just through the caves or even the jungles, but though the wastes whose touch is death even. And you understand too the deeper meaning: We will not balk, not even at the peril of death unasked for.
"So about that underwyrm trade dispute..." you begin but Sesil cuts you off.
"With all respect and reverence unceasing Majesty to the black pits of the Labyrinth with trade disputes, there is an entire world of potential allies and trade partners awaiting envoys..."
"And an entire world of foes awaiting slug and shock-sword," Ancient Luc finishes, with the thump of ancient steam pistons. So while you go off to speak to the people in more detail than your coronation allowed the Exarchate and their staff of sorcerers thaumaturges, spirit binders, engineseers, diplomats and anthropologists pour over the data you have given them that they may suggest a course of action.
How much of yourself to your reveal to the population at large?
[] All of it, it seems to have gone well so far
[] Don't mention being born mortal, in a way a part of you was not after all, that is what Usum is
[] Prepare people for the revelation of other worlds but be vague on the details
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OOC: Surprise second update in a day, I used to churn these out a lot back in the day, maybe I can get back in the habit... starting on the 25th at least, I will be traveling again on the 24th. 
