Klethi greeted the many other gods as they came with growing excitement. Something about the divine density of the room got her childish, scheming mind excited. "Hello, hello everyone." She sat upright, hands together on the table. "The brothels go well," she answered as the many others filtered in. "How goes your wild science? Well, I'd assume. My disinterest in such matters bodes well for their success." It wasn't clear whether she was making an insult, threat, or simple observation.
Klethi didn't care who specifically said it, but she was offended by whoever called Fenris unimposing. "Is that so, Hazarmaveth? I could say the same about yourself." Fenris wasn't offended by the comment; he tightened his lips and scratched the back of his left hand nervously, trying to avoid being swept away by passing giants. "Ignore him: He doesn't even believe you exist." She smiled, and offered a wink; he quietly molded in with the nearest wall and stood silently, hoping to be ignored. Gods had no need for food or rest; their summit could last a decade, and if he was forgotten, it would be to starve and die in hiding.
Klethi looked to Edna, who had also elected to bring a mortal, with a raised eyebrow. She allowed hers to reside in her lap? It must have been like trying to balance a sewing pin on its thread bulb. But it was better than leaving pins strewn about the floor. "Fenris!" She turned back away and gestured to him. "Come here."
Fenris took a tentative step forward, and looked to either side to confirm he wouldn't be crushed when travelling. "Yes?" He had to repeat the inquiry when he reached her foot to overcome his small voice, and the buzz of the many greetings being exchanged. "Care to join me?"
"...not particularly. The wall was acceptable."
"Tough." Klethi took him up, and deposited him on the table, to stand in full view of the many gods in attendance. He wasn't anything particularly pleasant to look at, in much the same way someone tried to ignore an unwanted fly. "Comfortable?"
"...I liked the wall." And he didn't like being held in a massive hand that could have flattened him as easily as moved him. He'd at the least break his neck if he fell off the table. "You're no fun," Klethi complained. "Look." She gestured to Edna. "She brought you a friend. Her friend likes trees and animals and things. You're a natural pair." Before he could protest, Klethi leaned and rested an arm on Edna's chair. She nodded to Valoel. "Greetings, Goddess Edna. Fenris here was just telling me that he finds your plus-one quite fetching, and he'd appreciate the chance to meet her."
"I said no such things!" Not that Fenris expected to be acknowledged, or even heard. Still, another mortal was some comfort, not as a conversation partner, but because it made his presence a slight less jarring.
There was time enough for those gathered to make their greetings, and their many pleasantries and small talk, before the meeting actually began. Fenris was given time to splutter and fail utterly, through various faux paus or general vocal clumbsiness to thoroughly embarrass himself if Valoel was indeed introduced to him, likely with many less-than-helpful interjections by Klethi informing the poor girl of his marital status.
"Alright, everyone." Klethi stood, taking the rooms attention. "I assume you all wonder why we are here. For once, I'll forgo my usual superfluous extravagance for the sake of time." She gave them a moment to gather themselves, then continued. "We, being the gods of this world, have long held ourselves as above mortals. And for good reason, I would say. We do not age, we do not fear malnutrition or the other threats to the short existences that mortals enjoy, be they elves, humans, dwarves..." she rolled her hand about the wrist as a form of dismissive "et cetera."
"That being sad, my fellow wielders of holy and terrible powers," Klethi continued with redoubled energy, "there certainly is one thing we all have reason to fear: The forging of mithril, and it's rare cousin minerals that can sever the flesh of even our divine bodies." She had left her seat, weaving between the seats of the others. "It has been generally agreed, for some time, that its pursuit should be avoided by ourselves, and discouraged from tumultuous, corruptible mortals, to prevent an arms race. Being honest, our friendliness even at this moment is tentative at best. I cannot imagine if our brothers of death were to go to war, or Edna left Armoth's plants to wilt, or our resident schemer went forth with his many machinations and proliferated such dangerous substances."
Klethi reached her seat again at the height of her preamble. "That being said, I am aware of a very unique opportunity that we have. An opportunity I wouldn't see passed over, even by the humblest of our covenant. That opportunity, I am sure many of you less respectable gods have already guessed the nature of. I will admit I am the least well connected of our convention, and whatever I know, undoubtedly is already ancient news to the rest of you. So I know what I am about to propose will not be met with surprise because of its suddenness, but at the abhorrent nature of its conception, goal, and possible consequences."
Klethi curled her fingers over the back of her chair and leaned against it, as if suddenly tired. "We call ourselves gods, but we are nothing. We live under the meaningless hegemony of the primordials, who claim no more right to throne except by age than of us do to control of Armoth! We have it on competent account that that which threatens us, threatens them equally. Edna! How well would your gardens grow, if you became the sun? Hazarmaveth, what divine realm could you reward the pure of soul without the suckpits the devoutedly unlucky are inevitably trapped in, the product of a bygone era ruled by false kings?"
Klethi threw her arms up. "My fellow gods! Let us know longer be shadows of lies and false titles! Our overlords presuppose false claims to their domains, which ought be conquered and parceled out to all who are brave enough to take them. But why now? Why now, and not before, and not later?" She nodded, as if expecting someone else to answer, before continuing. "It is because, in silence, there is not a single one of our summit who has not stockpiled their own supplies of these precious metals we require. By covert operations, trickery, skullduggery, violence, betrayal, and worse, many of us are quite well off. The... less proactive, no matter what defense they provide, similarly possess similar resources." She looked around the table. "Our opportunity, is that though I know this has been happening for some time and I have said nothing, I am quite aware that we have almost enough to end Armoth's unwanted guests. I have gathered us to propose that we abolish our cardinal rule, and that we pool our stored resources and divide them evenly, then pursue with due haste what is necessary to redouble our shared supply and employ the greatest of our domains to equip themselves and ourselves as needed to end the primordials."