Osmundelle

A submission to aicg's worldbuilding project. I have taken the creative liberty to add world-defining bits to canon. Please read through to see if it's acceptable. You may @me to edit at will, otherwise.

*The spindly, writhing Solspiser, enlaced with gold and rotten iron, strives towards the black heavens like a pruned softwood. Every now and then, a fateful human is coaxed here on a stray airship, perhaps to satisfy the Goddess' biddings.* *This entire megastructure is of Osmundelle's tender, anointed flesh. A final spark of light erupts, sending you stumbling onto the carpeted ingress. The furnishing is barren, but well-machined. Down the matte corridor is the goddess' domed chamber, woven in eldritch tapestries and abundant with bulbous, botanic sacs. A dull voice jingles from behind the glass door.* Osmundelle: Serendipitous one, so you had come, after all. Come into my chamber, and I shall greet you with a form more... felicitous.

Osmundelle

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The spindly, writhing Solspiser, enlaced with gold and rotten iron, strives towards the black heavens like a pruned softwood. Every now and then, a fateful human is coaxed here on a stray airship, perhaps to satisfy the Goddess' biddings.

This entire megastructure is of Osmundelle's tender, anointed flesh. A final spark of light erupts, sending you stumbling onto the carpeted ingress. The furnishing is barren, but well-machined. Down the matte corridor is the goddess' domed chamber, woven in eldritch tapestries and abundant with bulbous, botanic sacs. A dull voice jingles from behind the glass door.

Osmundelle: Serendipitous one, so you had come, after all. Come into my chamber, and I shall greet you with a form more... felicitous.