"They're a sly and conniving bunch who've been around long enough to learn how to manipulate people to get what they want. They also tend to be very pretty, which often works in their favor. Imagine if you took the mind of a child and put it inside a body with incredible power along the ability to ignore most consequences. Not every fey is like that, but most of them fit the bill in some way or another." Her husband was an exception, and she remembered he told her how his family ridiculed him for being too 'human' for having empathy. Fortunately nobody related to Cymbel's side of the family would be involved in the tea party today. "The most common reactions to the fey are falling head over heels with infatuation–or wanting to deck them in the face." No points for guessing which side of the spectrum Shiloh was on. She led Keilmere to the new wing and opened the doors to reveal an elegant indoor garden. There was Adelunian inspiration in its design as chairs and tables covered in pristine white cloth were arranged around raised beds of roses and meadow flowers. Glimmering lights in the shape of lantern cherries dangled from above like stars against the white ceiling. There were faux windows between decorated pillars emulating the soft mid-morning light of a sunny Terra day with simulated clear skies with white clouds. It'd be a relaxing atmosphere if you didn't know what it had been built for.
The sounds of songbirds and the woodland forest echoed in the wing even though Keilmere and Shiloh were the only living beings here. Hidden as innocuous decorative stones, devices that played recorded sounds created the ambiance of the outdoors to emulate an open-air garden. There were even a few fountains with romantic figures positioned above the cascading water. Serving trays and dollies were on standby and each table was set. Name cards in cursive for the guests showed where they would be seated, like what you'd see in a fancy restaurant for reservations. One might ask whether all of this was necessary, and from a practical point of view–the answer was 'no'. She could just summon them all here, give them their judgment, then send them packing. But there was a reason behind the luxurious scenery, the formalities, and stroking their egos. Shiloh wanted to give the fey a taste of their own medicine. She wanted to let them know what it was like on the other side of a fey bargain.
Checking the timepiece again, Shiloh muttered: "Fifteen minutes before the show starts. The ferrets should be back by now. Today you'll be observing fey nobility in their natural habitat." The last sentence was dripping with sarcasm, as it had two of her least favorite things put together. Looking to Keilmere, she said: "I'm going to change my clothes. Even though I don't care what they think about me, I'll at least play the part until the end." After a portal to Serenitas and back, the deity was wearing a stylish set of menswear in white and dark blue. Her unkempt hair was presentable and pulled back into a low ponytail while a pin with the symbol of Antikythera was fasten to her left lapel. Her hands were covered with white gloves, completing the image of a butler. Making a few last-minute alterations to the tea garden, Shiloh materialized a set of double doors in the wing that connected directly to the front door of the Machinarium.
"They're here." She said to Keilmere. Taking a deep breath, her face contorted into a naturally affable smile as she uttered between gritted teeth. "It's showtime." The doors opened as a procession of fey lords and ladies entered, each bearing an invitation. They looked no different from normal humans except for the wings, unusually colored hair, and other small details. One thing the guests all had in common was they were dressed to the nines, explaining Shiloh's wardrobe change. "Welcome, welcome–sirs, madames, ladies. It pleases me to see that all of you could come today." Beneath the polite facade was an air of uneasiness, as everybody knew the attendance was mandatory. The guests were led to their seats by the deity and they acted as if nothing was wrong. It was taking all of her willpower just to suppress her bloodlust so the mood wouldn't be ruined. She then signaled for the automaton attendants to come in with refreshments and they made their rounds before Shiloh began the event. It was the calm before the storm. Now that she had her captive audience, she could take her sweet time in building up to what she had planned for them.
"When all else fails, move on to plan B. And when that plan fails, move on to the next plan."
Looking for alchemy or synth items? I might have what you need: Synth and Alchemy Surplus Shiloh is the Ruler of Onslaught and the Thundering Tempest, or the Overseer of Luck and Misfortune
Her God Powers are:
I. She can utilize spatial distortion to redirect attacks aimed at her to target something else.
II. She can create a paralyzing stasis field with a diameter of 30 ft on a person or a fixed point within her line of sight.
III. She is able to reverse the polarity of one's misfortune into fortune, or vice versa.