Gate forms of the Gateworlds

There are fourteen known gate worlds. Almost every one of the planets has several well known gates leading to other worlds. The gates are large distinct features. On each planet, the gates manifest differently, but they are always large, obvious, and highly magical. The gates are almost indestructible by any known methods to the majority of peoples on the Gateworlds.

The gates are different on each Gateworld. On Dra Skan, the gates appear as large concentrations of elemental phenomena. On Rhihhi, they appear as vast arches over 250 meters high at the apex. On the Gateworld of Su Nar, the gates take the form of an immense tree with an arch in its trunk. On Ygm, they manifest as a vast stone skull with the gate as a dark cavern in the mouth. On Meremorn, the gate lies as just the space between two basalt obelisk, with no visible changes between them, so no indication of where the gate is set to lead. On Jard, the gates appear as natural hillocks with a large perfectly circular entrance that leads into a tunnel going deep. On Sacrisca, the the gates appear like Nihongo Torii “spirit gates” in some places, and in others it looks like a Chinese paifang. On New Tellus, the gates take the form of the Indian Torana gate. On Wingard, the gates take the form of a power wheel that is strangely resistant to change from incidental phenomena such as wind and rain; only a conscious action by a thinking being can change the arrangement of colored sand and stones. On Teign, it is a spiral of menhirs with the teleportation point in the center. On Lutin, a gate looks like a small body of water with a river flowing off the water and into a permanent bank of mist. On Spinarr, the gate is a strange combination of shadow and light. The Gateworld of Baem has all of its gates underwater, appearing as  flat topped pyramids where the platform at the top of the pyramid is the point of the gate. On Chin’ka, it is always the exact center of a naturally occurring circular structure of stone. It might appear as a depression, or a small valley surrounded by hills.

Padrech in the study

Padrech took up another piece of parchment. Upon it was a correspondence from one of his many ancient allies. The old desk in his study was covered in such reports and correspondences. 

There was much work yet to be done within the piles of parchment. The Graywalker’s gaze drifted out to the venue beyond the gallery window across the study from his desk. Beyond the window a dark, slow river meandered across a rocky plain, dotted by small groves of trees, all under a leaden sky.

Padrech  became lost in thought for a myriad of moments. The water clock to the left of the gallery window counted off the moments by slow, steady drips. Padrech broke the silence, “Cos, send an expeditionary force from the reserves at Plianta on Chin’ka to the war front on Teign. Our allies there have requested aid in their campaign against one of the wytch lords. “

A disembodied voice responded to Padrech from somewhere near the fireplace at the North end of the study. “Shekineser, should that include any of the magicians of Plianta among the forces?”

Padrech drummed his fingers on his desk top in thought before responding, “That is an excellent strategic suggestion. It is time those thaumaturgist earned their rewards.”

After the brief conversing, Padrech could sense he was now truly in solitude. He stood from his chair and reach for his hat from atop the shelves beside the desk. As he walked toward the door of the study, a raised hand pointed toward the far corner of the room. In a flash of motion, the heavy, wrought iron staff that had stood in the corner flew across the room to smack into Padrech’s extended open hand. His thoughts were already ahead of him as Padrech made his way down the front stairs and toward the main door. The front door of the manor was just opened when Padrech was hit in his midriff by a small, rushing feminine form.

A steady stream of noise in the form of shrieks and laughter flowed from the onrushing girl. “Daddy, daddy! You have to come see the fire scultputre the ifreets and I made down by the river!”

Padrech grounded his staff with his left hand to regain his balance and keep Arylin from completely bowling both of them over into a pile. Any thought of chastising his ward fled his mind. Maybe a war could wait long enough for him to keep the smiles upon his ward’s face.