Prayer of a Thousand Voices

The Fulcrux of Mysrai.
The walls of this rounded chamber are dimly illuminated by burning coals within a copper bowl at the
centre, but remain no more distinct than any of the shadowy carvings upon their surface. At times,
the walls seem as though they are mere veils between open air and the fire-illumined ring: at
others, they are whirling sand or solid stone. Despite this, figures in various races shift and
change, gone in seconds or less, with the only constant remaining the pinpricks of alien
constellations within. The ceiling is a canopy of silk, or veils, or shifting realities, with loose
poppy blossoms floating amidst it, or upon it, in tears of white and red and indigo. Oilslick
patterns ripple across the silken folds of this veil as it flutters between two paradigms. Veils of
reality bounded by skeins of ivory and blood-hued blossoms twist and shiver above a poppy-inlaid
vessel filled with burning coals.

Upon taking a single step within the veil, Avaris immediately comes to a halt, his
antennae turning and twisting about as he extends his wings to a quarter of their span. The myriad
markings of stylised, brightly effulgent eyes swivel and dart about, scanning the area for a time,
before the golden wings fold closed once more. The enormous kephera makes his way further within,
his manner cautious, but determined - The four streaks of sanguine, condensed aether that extend
from behind the layered, bladed crest of gold adorning his brow twitching, ever twitching.
Approaching the bowl, he regards it for a time in mute fascination, watching the ever-shifting
figures that warp and twist ceaselessly. With a slight shake of his great, helm-like head, he bends
at the waist in a courteous bow, the gesture elegant and fluid despite his bulk.

Kneeling humbly, you press your palms together before you and close your eyes momentarily as you
pray devoutly to Mysrai, the Resin Child, "[While not at all hostile, there is a distinct sense of
vigilant readiness to the presence that approaches - A soldier approaching a situation that is all
too unknowable for comfort, a hand not upon their blade, but close to it. The thrumming, vibrating
voice is peculiar in that is comprised of countless individual ones that layer atop one another in a
harmonious chorus, ranging from the deepest bass to a light, steady baritone. All speak in a
respectful, formal manner.] Greetings, Thousandfold. It is unlikely that you know of me, and so I
shall make a brief introduction. I am Avaris, a paladin of New Celest. I come to You for guidance,
if You would deign to grant it to me. I wish to know of Triumvirates, and would speak with You, or a
representative of Your choice, on the matter of Lady Li-Varili, if You are willing. [A pause, in
which the presence seems about to fade, only to steady once more.] Ah. Gurashi speaks very highly of
You. I wished to thank You for treating them so well. Their love for You is plain and bright as day,
and brings them much solace. My gratitude, for being a touchstone for such a kind soul.".

Avaris rises from his bow with equal grace, sparing the peculiar figures one last
look, before he turns neatly, and proceeds through the veil once more. (((Totally went through the wrong veil, sorry Mysrai!))