ALATHEIA
Nestled between nowhere and anywhere lies the haven of Alatheia, occasional home to the distinguished, the disparate and the dilettante. A sumptuous pleasure-palace sprawling across time and space, dedicated to the titillation and gratification of all appetites. If it cannot be found here, it cannot be found anywhere.
Cut off from the universe and everyone in it, Alatheia is the latest dalliance of a goddess known only as She Who Must Be Obeyed. Recently ascended and still rambunctious the goddess seeks to provide an isolated, safe environment for those She deems worthy to enjoy it. Every nuance of decor, morsel of food or drop of wine has been hand selected by Her to provide the perfect environment for those who are not normally afforded the luxury to relax and forget the world exists for as long as they wish. Due to the exclusive nature of this unique sanctuary it is impossible to detect or contact through any means except direct petition to the goddess, allowing the guests complete sanctity of thought and body whilst they enjoy the facilities. It is equally inaccessible for transport to or from, including teleportation and similar, except via the handwritten, individually-tailored invitations issued by Her and Her alone to those who take Her fancy.
Once one has received one of these thick, beautiful cards it is a simple matter of caressing the effigy of the woman embossed upon it in shimmering ink to find oneself upon the clean, wooden deck of a simple, single-sailed boat.
The boatman is a tall, slender man with bright blue eyes and a quick wit, seemingly utterly human in aura and demeanour. He guides the boat with a long, wooden staff which parts the thick mist like a veil to reveal the beautiful and majestic building which, at least theoretically, houses Alatheia.
As the boat gently bumps the outer wall the door swings silently open, huge, stained-glass windows staining the hallway a myriad of bright colours. The boatman secures the boat against the threshold and gestures you inside with his staff, the sound of beautiful music and pleasant laughter rising to meet you as your feet touch the marble floor.
A footman appears seemingly from nowhere as the boatman takes his leave. Any superficial clothing is taken silently and efficiently before you are politely gestured deeper inside the building. Stepping through an ornate, oak doorway you can see a wide, open staircase which spirals up out of sight from a chequered floor.
The number of doors off this section varies from none to 7, and each visit will yield a different number of options, but the sounds seem to be coming from higher up. Following the thickly carpeted steps up to the first balcony brings you to Nachash, the ultimate destination of many visitors. It is an opulent bar and bordello offering the best range of food, drink and company available, with elaborate floor shows and stunning dancers constantly performing for the amusement and arousal of the guests. Whether it is conversation or copulation that you require it can be found here, but this is by far not the only option…
Alatheia is a labyrinth of passages, stairways, doors and levels which are constantly shifting and changing to suit the needs of the patrons. If one has been invited then it is easily navigated. Knowing what you want and then opening a door will usually lead you straight to the best option to fulfil your desires. This includes any other place, space or time, except the divine realms and blessed planes. Be warned, however, for these external doors are all one-way only. A card can return you to the sanctuary, but circumstances may be somewhat inhospitable if you choose somewhere inappropriate.
In Alatheia no door is locked nor portal barred, except one. This marks the entrance to the goddess’ private chambers which house Her avatar whenever She pays a visit to Her establishment. Whether they are in use or not they are always locked and guarded by a silent, immobile, armoured figure clutching a huge, ornate sword. Large braziers on either side constantly burn flakes of an unidentifiable, silver substance, the thick, sweet smoke hanging in the air like a phantom caress to the senses.
As Her word is incontrovertible law inside the confines of Alatheia this portal cannot be breached unless one has been invited – a rare honour indeed. It is best if faced by this particular doorway to simply pay one’s respects and move on, lest you draw Her unfavourable attention.
Nestled between nowhere and anywhere lies the haven of Alatheia, occasional home to the distinguished, the disparate and the dilettante. A sumptuous pleasure-palace sprawling across time and space, dedicated to the titillation and gratification of all appetites. If it cannot be found here, it cannot be found anywhere.
Cut off from the universe and everyone in it, Alatheia is the latest dalliance of a goddess known only as She Who Must Be Obeyed. Recently ascended and still rambunctious the goddess seeks to provide an isolated, safe environment for those She deems worthy to enjoy it. Every nuance of decor, morsel of food or drop of wine has been hand selected by Her to provide the perfect environment for those who are not normally afforded the luxury to relax and forget the world exists for as long as they wish. Due to the exclusive nature of this unique sanctuary it is impossible to detect or contact through any means except direct petition to the goddess, allowing the guests complete sanctity of thought and body whilst they enjoy the facilities. It is equally inaccessible for transport to or from, including teleportation and similar, except via the handwritten, individually-tailored invitations issued by Her and Her alone to those who take Her fancy.
Once one has received one of these thick, beautiful cards it is a simple matter of caressing the effigy of the woman embossed upon it in shimmering ink to find oneself upon the clean, wooden deck of a simple, single-sailed boat.
The boatman is a tall, slender man with bright blue eyes and a quick wit, seemingly utterly human in aura and demeanour. He guides the boat with a long, wooden staff which parts the thick mist like a veil to reveal the beautiful and majestic building which, at least theoretically, houses Alatheia.
As the boat gently bumps the outer wall the door swings silently open, huge, stained-glass windows staining the hallway a myriad of bright colours. The boatman secures the boat against the threshold and gestures you inside with his staff, the sound of beautiful music and pleasant laughter rising to meet you as your feet touch the marble floor.
A footman appears seemingly from nowhere as the boatman takes his leave. Any superficial clothing is taken silently and efficiently before you are politely gestured deeper inside the building. Stepping through an ornate, oak doorway you can see a wide, open staircase which spirals up out of sight from a chequered floor.
The number of doors off this section varies from none to 7, and each visit will yield a different number of options, but the sounds seem to be coming from higher up. Following the thickly carpeted steps up to the first balcony brings you to Nachash, the ultimate destination of many visitors. It is an opulent bar and bordello offering the best range of food, drink and company available, with elaborate floor shows and stunning dancers constantly performing for the amusement and arousal of the guests. Whether it is conversation or copulation that you require it can be found here, but this is by far not the only option…
Alatheia is a labyrinth of passages, stairways, doors and levels which are constantly shifting and changing to suit the needs of the patrons. If one has been invited then it is easily navigated. Knowing what you want and then opening a door will usually lead you straight to the best option to fulfil your desires. This includes any other place, space or time, except the divine realms and blessed planes. Be warned, however, for these external doors are all one-way only. A card can return you to the sanctuary, but circumstances may be somewhat inhospitable if you choose somewhere inappropriate.
In Alatheia no door is locked nor portal barred, except one. This marks the entrance to the goddess’ private chambers which house Her avatar whenever She pays a visit to Her establishment. Whether they are in use or not they are always locked and guarded by a silent, immobile, armoured figure clutching a huge, ornate sword. Large braziers on either side constantly burn flakes of an unidentifiable, silver substance, the thick, sweet smoke hanging in the air like a phantom caress to the senses.
As Her word is incontrovertible law inside the confines of Alatheia this portal cannot be breached unless one has been invited – a rare honour indeed. It is best if faced by this particular doorway to simply pay one’s respects and move on, lest you draw Her unfavourable attention.
