Alatadriel, 20 AP The Capital City of Al-Sinai, The Palace of Imperator Thrang.
The palace was full of hustle and bustle as servants carried extravagant trays of delicatessen meats and imported fruits, closely followed by servers carrying buckets full of expensive wines, and kegs of ale. Tables carefully covered in carefully woven linens from the Ahorca, and silverware made by the finest smiths of The Twin Furnances. Roast pig, stuffed pheasant, honeyed pastries, and scrumptious chocolates. As minstrels played soft, soothing music to the babbling song of the fondue fountain. An absolutely decadent and over the top feast awaited in the halls of The Palace. Outside, awaited every important noble, mercenary, path follower, priest, mage, smith, and even an assortment of peasants that could present a gift of suitable respect to the goddess. All of the gods were invited to celebrate the birth of a new demigod into the world... Except for Yir. No one could figure out how to send a letter to the sun.

Alatadriel sat atop a balcony overlooking the gate, Magus sitting slightly to the right of Alatadriel holding their baby girl in her hands as Alatadriel looked down to a pocket watch in her hands. "You know, I don't see any reason, that we have to start it at a specific time?" Magus said. "Shouldn't our days be based around the sun instead of some arbitrary time that we placed on the day?"

"It's a new system that I'm trying. I think a 24 hour day is really going to catch on in the next age?

"The next age? Geez, I didn't know things took so long to catch on." Magus looked over to the clock in her hand. "So, how do you make the little spokes go around anyway?"

"So..." Alatadriel thought for a moment "This is probably why it's going to take so long to catch on. But, more or less.... Eh, it'd just be easier if I showed you." She opened up the watch case. "So, it's like a collection of wheels, but they interlock with each other. And if you set them up just right, you can turn one wheel, and that wheel will time up just right with the 24 hour day."

Magus looked impressed as the small gears continued to slowly turn together all at once. "Oh, is that what you're doing when you go back to that forge of yours? I didn't know you could make something so uniform, and small. How do you hammer out the really small ones?"

"Oh, I've just been using a really small hammer and a really small file... Oh, I kind of forgot that humans can't really do that type of precision with their hands. It will probably take a lot longer than I thought... Maybe I should make some sort of machine to do that for humans?" Alatadriel quickly brought out a papyrus scroll and pen. Drawing hastily on the sheet. "Some sort of bladed instrument perhaps... No, you'd need more than that. Maybe we could take a bladed extrusion, and have some sort of pressing mechanism. A bit like pressing clay into shape... Oh, but to create the gears we'd need uniformity in the metal. Like a parchment of metal, but how would I be able to do that?"

"dear, this is all very important. But I think you missed your cue." Alatadriel paused for a second, looking towards her wife. "You're sure you want to be here? I know you don't really like parties, but it is customary we greet our gue-"
Magus waved away her concerns. "It's... Definitely daunting. But the attention can be nice, I'll need to get used to this kind of stuff anyway with my celebrity, and everyone has to meet darling little Rosey and plus," Magus weaved her hand into Alatadriel's "I'll have you by my side. So everything will be good."
Alatadriel planted a kiss on Magus's forehead. "There's no place I'd rather be either.

Alatadriel took a look at her watch to realize that opening it stopped the hands from moving. "Drats, you're... Probably right." Alatadriel motioned downward as the guards dropped the bridge to the palace. Large swathes of men and women moving, encouraged by guardsmen as the gods and their entourages made their way into the castle. Nobles and priests familiar with tradition and decorum lead the crowd into kneeling down to one knee as these impressive beings walked into the castle. Many people praying, nobles particularly were making shows of their piety. Some bowing their heads into the mud and dirt below to show their fragility before the gods.
After the citizenry patiently waited for the present gods to enter into the castles, they stood back up, but guardsmen still held back the mass as the nobles were escorted into the castle, presenting themselves before any of the more base citizenry was allowed to enter.
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18 AP/14 DC: create a Demigod-Rosalin Ravenhold +2 Willfulness.
Little Rosalin 'Rosey' Ravenhold just turned ten days old today, and as is customary in The Empire. A celebration is called introducing for introducing the mother back into their normal lives as months of seclusion (Other than family members) are typical tradition before the birth. Believed to be good for the health of the mother and baby.
Due to her divine blood though Rosey is a bit different than other children
+2 Foxes. Rosey inherited her mother's fox-like features. Bearing three white tails, and a pair of fox ears along with a keen sense of smell and hearing. Though not the same sharp facial features of Nerasuss.
+2 Fire. Fire runs deep within the blood Alatadriel and so does it too with the child leading her to have a more aggressive, and fiery personality. Rosey will one day grow up to be defiant, stubborn, maltempered, ambitious, and blunt.