Innverse Stats | 10.31

Name	Text
Kasigna	The Crone was speaking as two dead goddesses observed the chaos in the [Palace of Fates]. The eyes of the transmundane had fixed upon this conflagration of destiny’s threads. To them, it was an endless knot of possibilities twisting and intersecting in ways that they should not. A puzzle; a vortex beyond which no one could see.
[The Palace of Fates]	The Crone was speaking as two dead goddesses observed the chaos in the [Palace of Fates]. The eyes of the transmundane had fixed upon this conflagration of destiny’s threads. To them, it was an endless knot of possibilities twisting and intersecting in ways that they should not. A puzzle; a vortex beyond which no one could see.
Kasigna	However—this. This madness was beyond even what had stymied Kasigna, the Two-in-One, at the Winter Solstice. The inflection point then had been the sundering of countless fates, the theft via Skills of the Bloodtear Pirates. That had already been an event horizon that had stymied even the Goddess of Death’s ability to see past.
Kasigna	However—this. This madness was beyond even what had stymied Kasigna, the Two-in-One, at the Winter Solstice. The inflection point then had been the sundering of countless fates, the theft via Skills of the Bloodtear Pirates. That had already been an event horizon that had stymied even the Goddess of Death’s ability to see past.
Oberon	It was unprecedented. Mad. His fingers were in this. Oberon’s. Again, to go back to analogies, it was as if he’d stood up from the chess game and upended the board for everyone playing.
Oberon	“The King of Promised Lands. The Lord of the Summer Court. The Eternal Trickster. The Champion of Hunts. The Sovereign of Causes.”
Kasigna	The Maiden whispered, and a harsh voice cut her off as the Crone snarled.
Oberon	Her recital of the…less-dignified titles awarded to the Faerie King, Oberon, was still laced with nerves. One did well not to even think his name.
Oberon	Her recital of the…less-dignified titles awarded to the Faerie King, Oberon, was still laced with nerves. One did well not to even think his name.
Kasigna	The Maiden knew that well, but she could not help but shake her head and dissent with her other self.
Titania	“He is weak. Sundered of his other half in Titania. She is dead. His realm is nothing more than an emptying haven for fools. I—we—warned him ages ago that his commitments to the many realms his feckless subjects meddle with would lead to this. The Fae of Avalon are doomed.”
Avalon	“He is weak. Sundered of his other half in Titania. She is dead. His realm is nothing more than an emptying haven for fools. I—we—warned him ages ago that his commitments to the many realms his feckless subjects meddle with would lead to this. The Fae of Avalon are doomed.”
Kasigna	Strangely, neither Kasigna was happy about that. It was a bitter thing to say, even for the being who had fought so long against the King of Faeries. The Maiden went back to watching, silent, and the Crone joined her.
Kasigna	Strangely, neither Kasigna was happy about that. It was a bitter thing to say, even for the being who had fought so long against the King of Faeries. The Maiden went back to watching, silent, and the Crone joined her.
Kasigna	Kasigna peered over the edge of nothingness, watching as a little girl—Mrsha?—and a Goblin [Tattooist] ran into a door of the future. To her eyes, the gap between realities splintered into a nebulous, half-formed reality literally created days ago.
Mrsha	Kasigna peered over the edge of nothingness, watching as a little girl—Mrsha?—and a Goblin [Tattooist] ran into a door of the future. To her eyes, the gap between realities splintered into a nebulous, half-formed reality literally created days ago.
[Tattooist]	Kasigna peered over the edge of nothingness, watching as a little girl—Mrsha?—and a Goblin [Tattooist] ran into a door of the future. To her eyes, the gap between realities splintered into a nebulous, half-formed reality literally created days ago.
Liscor	It wasn’t ‘complete’. The world existed only around Liscor at the moment, but the more beings that entered the world, the more it had to be spun out, literally created wholecloth. A being was doing that—the Grand Design of Isthekenous. The second one.
Grand Design of Isthekenous	It wasn’t ‘complete’. The world existed only around Liscor at the moment, but the more beings that entered the world, the more it had to be spun out, literally created wholecloth. A being was doing that—the Grand Design of Isthekenous. The second one.
Isthekenous	The strain. The effort and the masterful creation in real-time by Isthekenous’ servant was beyond incredible, even to Kasigna. Most gods had to work off templates when creating something as fundamental as reality. Many cribbed notes from each other or just copied outright. The average time for a divine being to create a reality was about ten Earth days, and that was a basic world.
Kasigna	The strain. The effort and the masterful creation in real-time by Isthekenous’ servant was beyond incredible, even to Kasigna. Most gods had to work off templates when creating something as fundamental as reality. Many cribbed notes from each other or just copied outright. The average time for a divine being to create a reality was about ten Earth days, and that was a basic world.
Isthekenous	The Grand Design (Second Edition) was beyond a master. As it had been made. It was twice-bitter, then, to see it executing the very ideas that Isthekenous had proposed. It could duplicate itself, literally shape and guide multiple realms. The Crone’s lips twisted with both desperate hope and regrets.
Kasigna	The Grand Design (Second Edition) was beyond a master. As it had been made. It was twice-bitter, then, to see it executing the very ideas that Isthekenous had proposed. It could duplicate itself, literally shape and guide multiple realms. The Crone’s lips twisted with both desperate hope and regrets.
Oberon	“Oberon.”
Grand Design of Isthekenous	One Grand Design of Isthekenous.

Kasigna

The Crone was speaking as two dead goddesses observed the chaos in the [Palace of Fates]. The eyes of the transmundane had fixed upon this conflagration of destiny’s threads. To them, it was an endless knot of possibilities twisting and intersecting in ways that they should not. A puzzle; a vortex beyond which no one could see.

[The Palace of Fates]

The Crone was speaking as two dead goddesses observed the chaos in the [Palace of Fates]. The eyes of the transmundane had fixed upon this conflagration of destiny’s threads. To them, it was an endless knot of possibilities twisting and intersecting in ways that they should not. A puzzle; a vortex beyond which no one could see.

Kasigna

However—this. This madness was beyond even what had stymied Kasigna, the Two-in-One, at the Winter Solstice. The inflection point then had been the sundering of countless fates, the theft via Skills of the Bloodtear Pirates. That had already been an event horizon that had stymied even the Goddess of Death’s ability to see past.

Kasigna

However—this. This madness was beyond even what had stymied Kasigna, the Two-in-One, at the Winter Solstice. The inflection point then had been the sundering of countless fates, the theft via Skills of the Bloodtear Pirates. That had already been an event horizon that had stymied even the Goddess of Death’s ability to see past.

Oberon

It was unprecedented. Mad. His fingers were in this. Oberon’s. Again, to go back to analogies, it was as if he’d stood up from the chess game and upended the board for everyone playing.

Oberon

“The King of Promised Lands. The Lord of the Summer Court. The Eternal Trickster. The Champion of Hunts. The Sovereign of Causes.”

Kasigna

The Maiden whispered, and a harsh voice cut her off as the Crone snarled.

Oberon

Her recital of the…less-dignified titles awarded to the Faerie King, Oberon, was still laced with nerves. One did well not to even think his name.

Oberon

Her recital of the…less-dignified titles awarded to the Faerie King, Oberon, was still laced with nerves. One did well not to even think his name.

Kasigna

The Maiden knew that well, but she could not help but shake her head and dissent with her other self.

Titania

“He is weak. Sundered of his other half in Titania. She is dead. His realm is nothing more than an emptying haven for fools. I—we—warned him ages ago that his commitments to the many realms his feckless subjects meddle with would lead to this. The Fae of Avalon are doomed.”

Avalon

“He is weak. Sundered of his other half in Titania. She is dead. His realm is nothing more than an emptying haven for fools. I—we—warned him ages ago that his commitments to the many realms his feckless subjects meddle with would lead to this. The Fae of Avalon are doomed.”

Kasigna

Strangely, neither Kasigna was happy about that. It was a bitter thing to say, even for the being who had fought so long against the King of Faeries. The Maiden went back to watching, silent, and the Crone joined her.

Kasigna

Strangely, neither Kasigna was happy about that. It was a bitter thing to say, even for the being who had fought so long against the King of Faeries. The Maiden went back to watching, silent, and the Crone joined her.

Kasigna

Kasigna peered over the edge of nothingness, watching as a little girl—Mrsha?—and a Goblin [Tattooist] ran into a door of the future. To her eyes, the gap between realities splintered into a nebulous, half-formed reality literally created days ago.

Mrsha

Kasigna peered over the edge of nothingness, watching as a little girl—Mrsha?—and a Goblin [Tattooist] ran into a door of the future. To her eyes, the gap between realities splintered into a nebulous, half-formed reality literally created days ago.

[Tattooist]

Kasigna peered over the edge of nothingness, watching as a little girl—Mrsha?—and a Goblin [Tattooist] ran into a door of the future. To her eyes, the gap between realities splintered into a nebulous, half-formed reality literally created days ago.

Liscor

It wasn’t ‘complete’. The world existed only around Liscor at the moment, but the more beings that entered the world, the more it had to be spun out, literally created wholecloth. A being was doing that—the Grand Design of Isthekenous. The second one.

Grand Design of Isthekenous

It wasn’t ‘complete’. The world existed only around Liscor at the moment, but the more beings that entered the world, the more it had to be spun out, literally created wholecloth. A being was doing that—the Grand Design of Isthekenous. The second one.

Isthekenous

The strain. The effort and the masterful creation in real-time by Isthekenous’ servant was beyond incredible, even to Kasigna. Most gods had to work off templates when creating something as fundamental as reality. Many cribbed notes from each other or just copied outright. The average time for a divine being to create a reality was about ten Earth days, and that was a basic world.

Kasigna

The strain. The effort and the masterful creation in real-time by Isthekenous’ servant was beyond incredible, even to Kasigna. Most gods had to work off templates when creating something as fundamental as reality. Many cribbed notes from each other or just copied outright. The average time for a divine being to create a reality was about ten Earth days, and that was a basic world.

Isthekenous

The Grand Design (Second Edition) was beyond a master. As it had been made. It was twice-bitter, then, to see it executing the very ideas that Isthekenous had proposed. It could duplicate itself, literally shape and guide multiple realms. The Crone’s lips twisted with both desperate hope and regrets.

Kasigna

The Grand Design (Second Edition) was beyond a master. As it had been made. It was twice-bitter, then, to see it executing the very ideas that Isthekenous had proposed. It could duplicate itself, literally shape and guide multiple realms. The Crone’s lips twisted with both desperate hope and regrets.

Oberon

“Oberon.”

Grand Design of Isthekenous

One Grand Design of Isthekenous.

10.31 – Pt. 1

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