Post #2686458 in Divinity: Gods of Pandeum, a roleplay on RPG

Throne Room of the Other Place

((Collab between Seveneleven and TheCrimsonLady))

Anansi sat weaving white webs into angular spirals, idly watching as her twin brother grew more and more impatient. Her pale green eyes flicking over to her twin every so after and he shifted and fidgeted. The polar opposite of her twin, she sat straight, almost curiously, while weaving her webs, her smallest fingers poking and pulling thread to and fro, while also listening to the Green Woman as she spoke.
“Greetings brothers and sisters. I have called you because the Faces of the Oakborn believe the threat that shattered our mind so long ago is on the horizon. We have little information about the threat, other than the fact that it is real and it is imminent.”

“We believe that there may be someone with answers. The true Oakborn may know enough to help us and the mortals defeat whatever great terror will be unleashed on the world."

"We will attempt to repair what damage has been done to our mind and hopefully it will be enough to awaken the Oakborn. For now, go home and do as you will. Indulge in your petty wars and torrid affairs, but keep in mind that we all may only have a limited time left in these worlds."

The darker twin rocked her foot, that was crossed over her copper skin legs, draped with black silk, embellished with a gold band that sat lovingly on her curvy hips, abdomen bare, a golden brazier keeping her modest, that ringed every so often with beads as she moved. Hanging from her arms, was cuffed with a black silk as well and atop her head, sat a regal crown, angular and rounded at all the same much like the webs she weaves, marking her as the Spider Goddess she was.

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"Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boooooooorrrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnngggg! Board, board, boredom, such a bore....dull, listless, lifeless, uninteresting, mundane, humdrum, tedious, monotonous, unexciting, wearisome, tiresome, enervating, uninvolving, unvarying, flat, dreary, unimaginative, uneventful, uninspiring, insipid, absolutely pedestrian, Gods! Yes I invoked myself in vain."

"Well, it's official. I've become bored of even saying the word. Trust me I even tried saying it in many different ways and yet it does not alleviate this absolutely numbing feeling in my head." Palchard spoke aloud so all could hear. Palchard, the God of Mischief, dressed as a demented jester, his garb was adorned with various stripes and diamonds following a distinct asymmetrical pattern. Even his colors follow a certain scheme of red and black alternating between each shape and line. The Mad God sat lazily in his chair inside the Hall with his boots on the table and his body completely slouched. Every bit as disrespectful as one could imagine, his disinterest and continued efforts to entertain himself could be grating to some. At least it seemed to bother Kassius, which he felt a nice ping of satisfaction over that fact.

Sitting next to him was his dear, sweet sister as he lazily turned his head to look at her. He merely grinned that toothy grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. "Hello my sweet...are we also having a most miserable time?" He cooed. "You know, I've been thinking Sis? Why are we stuck inside an old, rotting tree that's inside another, even older, rotting tree or what ever the Hell this place is? I've never understood the Oakborn, the hunk of wood has more voices in it's head than I do." He laughed aloud suddenly. He then stared around at any of the Gods who could be eyeing him with confusion. "Sorry, inside joke, HA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!" He then continued to chuckle to himself.

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It was an odd thing, listening to this, the Oakborn having been seemly attacked by some unknown force. This intrigued her but she didn't show it.
"We'd definitely want to see you whole again. That's for sure. Except for Palchard," The Laughter god teased and Anansi clicked her teeth. She didn't care whether the Oakborn was whole again, she was curious as to how it got that way in the first place.
"Well, it's official. I've become bored of even saying the word. Trust me I even tried saying it in many different ways and yet it does not alleviate this absolutely numbing feeling in my head." Her paler twin said and Anansi merely arched a brow, not looking up from her work. "Then stop saying it." came her simple reply. She turned to her brother, brushing her midnight hair over her shoulder, after setting down her weaving, into her lap, she sighed as he turned to her, grinning his toothy sneer.
"Hello my sweet...are we also having a most miserable time?" He said, and she merely cocked her head.

"Of your doing, Brother..." The Spider Goddess murmured. "You know, I've been thinking Sis?"

"That is never good." She grumbled as he went on. "Why are we stuck inside an old, rotting tree that's inside another, even older, rotting tree or what ever the Hell this place is? I've never understood the Oakborn, the hunk of wood has more voices in its head than I do." He said and she merely pursed her lips. Palchard laughed suddenly calling her from her thoughts. "Sorry, inside joke, HA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!" He guffawed and Anansi, de

"Hush now, brother," She said, he was just about the only one who could draw chuckle from her. "One of ours has been injured, are you not -at the very least- entertained by this, A God, hurt? Do you not find intrigue in this?" She said and leaned into him. her full lips curling into a dark smile, as the Mistress of Lies gaze upon her twin. "What can harm a god but another god, which begs another question..." hissed the Storyteller, leaving him hanging on the answer a moment before she whispered, into his ear. "Who among is not what he seems?" She leaned back, letting that simmer, hoping that her twin would be interesting in who might be the deceiver. That was his area of expertise.

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Palchard shifted his eyes over to Anansi as he smirked. "Oh, you are ever so cheeky aren't you?" He chuckled. He then found himself gazing at the other Gods who seem to be giving their support to the Oakborn's full recovery...well, at least from the ones that could attend. He looked over to the representative of LiesseiL, this began to irk the Mad God. "Hm, why do I have to attend this...rousing reunion, when the masked wonder doesn't!? What makes him so special? And this whole one mind many body excuse is just that...an excuse." He thought bitterly to himself. Finding the echoing of the proxy's voice in his head adding further agitation.

"Then of course Kassius must open his big, fat mouth, cocky little fly he'll get his someday." Still, Palchard just merely grinned at the Sunbearer showing no ill will towards him. "Why yes, of course, an improvement I say! I mean really, it's quite the fulfilling sensation to listen to a being that can carry on an argument with themself!" Palchard spoke whilst having chuckle. It was then his attention went back to Anansi who had some interesting words to speak.

"Hush now, brother," She said, he was just about the only one who could draw chuckle from her. "One of ours has been injured, are you not -at the very least- entertained by this, A God, hurt? Do you not find intrigue in this?"

"Mild intrigue I suppose." He said nonchalantly. "And of course another God's pain is another God's treasure." He chuckled. "What can harm a god but another god, which begs another question..." hissed the Storyteller, leaving him hanging on the answer a moment before she whispered, into his ear. "Who among is not what he seems?" It was then Palchard leaned in closer to his sister as he looked over to her.

"An interesting proposition my dear. Of course my first guess would be myself, but, then again I don't recall shattering any psyches that weren't a mortal's." He mused as he looked around the room. "I was pondering this earlier but it is rather peculiar LiessieL himself would not come to this...party, despite how much fun we are all having. But, no, he sends one of his little faceless minions to come in his stead and expects us all to be satisfied with that. Such poor taste that is." He speculated. He then looked over at Kassius, the drunk of a God, he didn't see much potential out of him to do this sort of thing. He then looked over Laylandra, while he didn't expect her to have done the action, it does raise the question however as to where Kairos is?

"Yet another God who decided he was too good to come, look over next to Laylandra." Palchard spoke pointing at Kairos's empty seat. "This one didn't even have the courtesy to insult us with a substitute, instead he doesn't have a presence here altogether! Of course I guess he expects his Twin to do all the work... a shame siblings don't get along famously like ourselves?" He trailed off almost sing-songly. "Still mighty suspicious and the Storm God is rather...capricious." He added. He looked over to Houdan who seemed rather intensely invested in what the Oakborn is saying. Houdan does have the strength and the mind for such an act he supposes. Yet it seems farfetched.

He then looked over to Krieg. Yes, the only other God he believes that would have the audacity to do such a thing. He does have the motive of being quite bitter over his lessened state of being. Perhaps he was so angry he decided to split the Nature Deity's consciousness into many little ones? "Well we have the God of War here, he certainly has his reasons for doing such a thing...I mean just look at him!" He said pointing at Krieg. "Then there's you. What have you been up to little Sis?" He snickered at her.

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Anansi gave her brother a fang-toothed smirk. "I am the Narrator, Brother, not a Character." She told him simply. She'd honestly hoped this would keep his mind occupied not his mouth, but at least he was no longer complaining, though she knew that wouldn't last. "You've mentioned near everyone, everyone but the love goddess, but she'd sooner bed the Oakborn than harm it." She said, her eyes moving to the goddess who was idly playing with her Avatar's hair, looking nearly as bored as her mad brother. "Are you going to investigate this matter?" She asked him. "Since it was on your mind." She added as one of her ilk crawled from her dark locks and up and over her shoulder. She looked over, smiled softly, before scooping the eight-legged creature into her palm and set it upon the table. "I could aid you in this, it would be a good story to tell."

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Palchard laughed aloud at Anansi's retort, "Fair enough...though I wouldn't put it past you. Quite the fable it would be, the Spider frightens the Tree so much it split it's bark many-fold!" He snickered. He arched an eyebrow once Anansi decided to mention the Goddess of Love, including her among a list of suspects in this scheme. "Oh please, I figured she wasn't even worth an honorable mention." Palchard groaned as he waved off the notion with his hand.

Palchard then rested his elbows on the table instead of his boots as he laid his chin down upon his open palm. Already he was losing interest once more in these matters. Though he would applaud whoever confesses to the crime and declare them his new best friend but since he was not the one to do it, he found it hard to even care.

"Are you going to investigate this matter?" She asked him. "Since it was on your mind." She added as one of her ilk crawled from her dark locks and up and over her shoulder. She looked over, smiled softly, before scooping the eight-legged creature into her palm and set it upon the table. "I could aid you in this, it would be a good story to tell."

Palchard lifted his head at this proposal as he looked over to Anansi and grinned. "Hehe, sticking our noses where they don't belong?" He then laughed, "What good are our noses if we cannot do that very thing?" He chuckled. "Fine...an inquisition is far more entertaining than a council meeting anyway." He said with a smile as he stood up. He then clapped his hands together drawing the attention of the other Gods to himself. "Well thank you for my daily dosage of doom and gloom! I'll be sure to watch for any suspicious characters while I'm away!" He addressed the Oakborn in a very sing-songly manner. "But for now, I shall take you up upon your offer and indulge in my assortment of torrid affairs and petty wars! Besides, I fear the world has grown rather dull in my absence!" He continued to hum as he turned on his heels in a very comical fashion. "Shall we take our leave, dear Sis? After all, you have people to scare and I have people to deceive." He then laughed a rather sinister laugh as made his way towards the exit.

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Anansi watched her brother raise and make a grand show of his exit, and she merely chuckled in response. "Very true." She said, and rose, in a more graceful manner then her twin, scooped up her spider before sauntering behind her brother without a mention or acknowledgement to the others. There was really no need for it and Anansi was never one to waste a word.

Snippet #2686458

located in Pandeum, a part of Divinity: Gods of Pandeum, one of the many universes on RPG.

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