The Hidden, The Hunted and a Widow
UlthThe Maw opens itself, crooning to the Forgotten...offering him sweet oblivion.
Come throughand the Forgotten comes closer, its singing turning into an odd high-pitched yelping.
Pass beyond and join your brethrenThe crooning is increasing...yet somehow the frantic yelping song has something attractive to the maw...it feels the need to forget its hunger, feels drawn towards the Forgotten to forget its hunger if even for a moment...
Let the song pass onBut the song does not pass, it increases, and the maw starts to be drawn towards...no, into the Forgotten as its chittering mandibles are clattering an ever faster staccato-tact.
Forget.and Ulth forgets. It forgets its hunger, entwining itself with the Forgotten, making its voice stronger and clearer than before with a new, more melancholic note added, hungering for company...
End.Ulth is gone. The Forgotten has changed too, it looks weakened by the experience but its voice rings out clearly awakening other things...and it is no longer alone.
HestallIn the long-forgotten plains a being was awoken by the combination of Ulth's hunger and the memories of the Forgotten. Hestall awakes at the poisonous swamps, The Wild Hunt begins once more.
Cyddenye, Kakarix, ManagoneAs the Suitor sits, he feels something is awry, but it is too late. Voidborn fall upon him and a being he recognized from Ages long past started to devour him. Dragged into a dance with oblivion against his will the Suitor, experienced as he is nonetheless takes the lead, the other gods floundering against his sheer ferocity. Yet even though his power is immense he is worn down by the three gods and finally devoured.
NogisFollowing the Scent proves easy and in the darkest parts of the Writhing Sea you find the Hunted. A beast of magnificent proportions, the dread of every seaman, yet it seems to be eternally running from an inevitable fate. Even as you discover it, even your divine sight is obscured by a black mist ejected towards you.
VexesThe Air is still, nothing moves...and nothing happens. It seems odd, calm, but finally the senses of the Vexes pick up something...hidden in the air.
Tellorus, Karokassa and NilonixFed by the essence of the Scholar, The God of Knowledge creates a mighty tome, a thing of much wisdom and knowledge, yet such a thing of power takes its toll, imbuing it with the very essence of himself, Tellorus is greatly weakened. Karokassa creates similiar artifacts of power. The Void Stave, though not as potent as the Tome of Knowledge is still a thing of immense power, although it might not be enough to stop Nilonix.
And even as the Void Stave is created, the Pillars of Revelation appear all over The Unnamed , starting to record secrets and arcane knowledge, to which only Karokassa is privy. Same as with the Tome these creations consume a great deal of Karokassas power.
When Nilonix tries to steal the Tome he finds the gods working together, throwing their power at him. But it is not enough. The attack was too sudden for them to muster sufficient power without endangering themselves to the Voidspawn. The Tome is stolen and then consumed by Nilonix. And with that, the first great artifact is destroyed. The result is immediate, a resonance from the tome goes out to the crystals which screech as if in pain before hundreds of them explode, sending shards flying into the sea, creating a reef.
Ulth has been absorbed by the Forgotten
Hestall, the God of the Wild Hunt has been awakened.
The Suitor has been consumed.
The Hidden has been found
The Hunted has been caught
Tellorus creates the Tome of Knowledge, an artifact of Great Power (1 Divine Power, Arcane), which is immediately consumed by Nilonix. The freed up energy creates the Keening Riffs.
Karokassa creates the Void Stave, an artifact of Great Power (1 Divine Power), It is a channeling device meant to allow easy amplification of power used via it, and allow the perfect replication of creations created through it. It is also quite easy to add more power to, due to it's nature being that of emptiness and holding things, though it was originally meant to be at least partly to record knowledge.
Karokassa creates the Pillars of Revelation(1 Divine Power, Knowledge) . They are many things; laboratories, observation posts, watchtowers, spy-glasses, and more. linked to Karokassa, they continuously stream knowledge, learning about the world, and it's secrets. They can also be used in a more specific capacity, to uncover what is hidden, search for what is lost, analyze the unknown, or conduct experiments to discover what has yet to be learned.
Tellorus and Karokassa Fail to stop Nilonix from feasting on the Tome of Knowledge (1 Divine Power each and the Void Stave)
Vexes
Voidborn
Nogis
Voidborn (weakened)
Kakarix
1 Divine Esssence of Form
2 Divine Essence
Life
Managone
1 Divine Essence of Form
2 Divine Essence
Artificial Life
Tellorus, The Spark
1 Divine Essence of Form
2/4 Divine Essence
Void Stave
0/1 Divine Power
Karokassa
1 Divine Essence of Form
0/3 Divine Essence
Pillars of Revelation
1 Divine Power
Knowledge
Cyddenye, the Mother of Sins
1 Divine Essence of Form
2 Divine Essence
9 Demigod Essence
Sentience
Nilonix
Voidborn
Knowledge
Hestall
1 Divine Essence of Form
The Parched
Great Power is not always a blessing and all too often the cost for gaining what we seek is higher than the actual prize...
Titanic Essence (Brittle)
Fire
The Forgotten
Memories of Old awakened anew...
Titanic Essence (Brittle)
Earth
The Maiden
The Misery, the Hardship, the sadness are also part of it...
Titanic Essence
Death
The Hunted
A sudden drop into sullen swells, ten fathoms deep...
Titanic Essence
Water
The Hidden
There are those who hide from fate, in the hopes of escaping it, but as so often we are found eventually...
Titanic Essence
Air
The Grey Land
Indistiguishable, Grey, Formless, a land plagued by its own memories.
An area of dirt and stone, with Large Pillar like grey leafless trees. In it's center a massive poisonous swamp has grown
The Parched Pole
A Land in dire need of water, once can almost feel the water on his tongue before it is removed beyond grasp...
glass plains, sand plains, lakes of molten rock...and a single small oasis like a cruel joke.
The Writhing Sea
One cannot shake the feel of being hunted...
a vast ocean in constant agitation.
The Eastern Jungles
Life is vibrant here...too vibrant. Something is off.
A massive, slowly growing jungle
The Southern Crystal Plains
revebrating with the knowledge of a long dead scholar, much knowledge can be gleaned here...or one can be driven insane
Vast plains of crystal formations which hum with memories of research, then desperation, then madness and finally a deadly struggle
The Keening Reefs
revebrating with knowledge lost, the keening can drive a sailor insane...
Crystal Reefs surrounding the Southern Pole which hum wih memories of unrightfully stolen knowledge and a deep sense of outrage
The Scholar
Doom. An inescapable fate or punishment. Some try anyway.
The Suitor
The sweet kiss of oblivion this one seeks, dancing eternally, hoping for that final endless embrace.
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