>>5188881Chaos gives way to a strange sort of order as the magic returns to Bandru’s Empire.
A queen dethroned and replaced with another, riots that stretches across the country, martial law enacted, groves despoiled, all manner of chaos and disorder resulted from the fall, but now begins the slow climb back up to reclaim the dryads prior glory as the mightiest race on Syph.
Action 1 and 2: Totemic Locus
Queen Sylvea has ascended to the Oaken Throne, and with her comes a new decree, that no further spirit-bindings may take place until the issue with them disturbing balance has been rectified.
With that, she enters slumber, leaving the task to her ancillaries and council.
This decree is divisive, some seeing it as necessary, some viewing it as only slowing the empires recovery.
Voices work day and night probing the unseen and interviewing spirits, geometers and shapers team up to chart spirals across acres of blueprint, all for the planning of a way to fix balance.
The idea comes together, to form a gate into the unseen directly. Using specifically placed totems in a constant motion that chart courses around the bounds of the gate, moved by impossibly intricate clockwork machinery according to the unseen geometry of that other world, a bridge may be built directly allowing spirits to cross over into our world, effectively merging the two worlds into one, impossible perfect balance achieved, within a very localised area of course.
With the creation of such a device balance would not be shaken when these spirits are fused to objects as the spirits are not ripped across the boundary or bound somewhere they do not belong. The rings would also be provided with an industrialised method of acquiring powerful spirits for their works rather than tracking them down over great distances. All this allows for Mote’aide and related spirit-fused works to be produced without causing harm to the dryads religious ethos, and also allowing for far more of them to be produced.
It is seen as drastic, but the empire must get back on its feet no matter what, and so a site is laid out for its construction next to the great industrial heart of the rings for spirits to flow into the world and then through the great shapers halls.
The great rumbling from the mountains disturbs the Sennites, just out of one disaster and into another. They make preparations for another collapse, soldiers rallied, dryads called from the canopies and great beetle herds armoured up in case of more rioting.
Meanwhile word from the Sennite expedition to gryphon peak is seen as a rare glimmer of good news, forest meats and honey are sent up as the dryads establish themselves a little in the region, but larger scale plans to court the gryphons are delayed until next Tyrn due to the collapse.
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Rumour please
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The dreamer awakes, Ash’sen in a state of repair, raucous banging as things are slowly put back together. We ask how to prevent the magic vanishing again.
