| title = Abbess Sunset
| card = File:Abbess.png
| origin = FNORDfrom-Light
| titles = Abbess Sunset <br />The Sun-Eyed Maiden <br />She-Who-Vowed
| names = ''none''Thurifier, Aspergifer, Shangdi-Zhi, Nushen Hao, Kuma
| aspects = {{Aspect|Lantern}} {{Aspect|Edge}} {{Aspect|Winter}}
| arrival = circa FNORDprehistoric
| owners = [[User:Anaconda With Sword|Anaconda With Sword]]
}}'''Abbess Sunset''' ('''The Sun-Eyed Maiden''', '''She-Who-Vowed''') is the Twelfth Hour of the Fansus, created by [[User:Anaconda_With_Sword|Anaconda With Sword]]. Her aspects are [[:Category:Lantern (Vol. III)|Lantern]], [[:Category:Edge (Vol. III)|Edge]], and [[:Category:Winter (Vol. III)|Winter]] in decreasing order of importance. Abbess Sunset primarily presides over the journey of the soul after death, but is invoked by doctors, priests, caretakers of the dead and by those seeking to learn the future. Military strategists and teachers of the arts of combat also call upon her.
'''Abbess Sunset''' ('''The Sun-Eyed Maiden''', '''She-Who-Vowed''') is the fnorth Hour of the Fansus, created by [[User:Anaconda_With_Sword|Anaconda With Sword]]. Her tarot card aspects are [[:Category:Lantern (Vol. III)|Lantern]], [[:Category:Edge (Vol. III)|Edge]], and [[:Category:Winter (Vol. III)|Winter]] in decreasing order of importance. Abbess Sunset primarily presides over the journey of the soul after death, but is Justiceinvoked by doctors, priests, caretakers of the dead and by those seeking to learn the future. Military strategists and teachers of the arts of combat also call upon her.
== Description ==
Her form is a bundle of carved bones, wood, and other mismatched bits and pieces tied together with a tarnished silver chain; hardly anything one might expect of a Name of the terrible Dusk-Archer.
=====Shangdi-zhi=====
''"Please keep moving."''<br />
Aspects: {{Aspect|Winter|12}}, {{Aspect|Edge|12}}; Devourer<br />
Temptations: Unsummonable
The delicate Shangdi-Zhi patrols the wall around the Abbess' domain, aided by mirrors and mazes of bronze that bewilder and disorient any that would breach the wall and avoid the Gate and its Guardian.
This little paper Name is sometimes many things, and yet he is sometimes but a single thing. Right now he is a single, origami mantis, made of paper as sharp and sturdy as the finest steel.
=====Nushen Hao=====
''A grinding of gears. Nothing more?''<br />
Aspects: {{Aspect|Heart|12}}, {{Aspect|Lantern|12}}; Deciever<br />
Temptations: Unsummonable
The watchful Nushen Hao keeps count of the Dead, those within the Abbess' domain and those that are bound for it but not yet within the walls. Sometimes, when the Abbess is occupied and the need is great, it leaves the ground.
A blue metal loops and twists around itself like a tangle of vines, or a bramble thicket. At the very top, Nushen Hao's great unblinking eye stares towards the path which all the Dead must walk. Sometimes it pulses out eldritch messages to the sepulcher beyond.
=====Kuma=====
''Silence, as always and as ever.''<br />
Aspects: {{Aspect|Winter|12}}, {{Aspect|Heart|12}}; Devourer<br />
Temptations: Unsummonable
The weary Kuma once bore a different name, in another time, but there is only one who would remember that now. Sometimes it lifts itself up from the soft earth and trundles one place or another in its mistress' service. Usually, it sleeps.
The mossy rubble was something, once. Here and there one can trace out the carvings left behind by those Dead and Dreaming who didn't know better than to leave the traces of their existence behind.
== Locations ==
===Books===
* The Eleventh Indictment** Description: This indictment has been written on a delicate, rice-paper scroll, bound with a silver chain. The calligraphy is beautiful, and the illustrations bring to mind heroes and myths more than they do murder.** Start Text: The story begins with a warrior-monk travelling to a new land in order to ply her trade. She befriends her shadow, and swears to at least tolerate her shadow’s brother. The first task set to her by the eight emperors and empresses of the land is to slay ten demons plaguing the populus.** End Text: After slaying fiends and monsters for the rulers, the warrior is set to a final task. In order to properly become one of them, they demand that she sacrifices her shadow to become the new sun. Out of love for her shadow, she and her shadow’s brother mutually slay the eight emperors and empresses.** Gives: FNORD
== About the Wassail ==
=== Who They Blame ===
Assuming that each of the Nine was slain by a different sword, more than the Weft and the Warp are to blame. She names a different killer for each of the Stones, although she has been known to change her mind based on new information.FNORD
=== What They Hide ===
She was created to fulfill a singular purpose. Did she ever manage to complete her singular task?FNORD
== Relationships ==
* [[The Piper]]: You could have stopped it. Surely, you could have stopped it. I don't understand why you didn't.* [[The Firstborn]]: On any other being, that tenacity would be endearing. Still… Maybe it would be boring without him. ''Maybe''.* [[The Weft]]: There was no justice in what you did. Perhaps there was justification, but you had no right to take vigilante action.* [[The Distinguished]]: This seems like it will go wrong, in a hundred thousand ways. And yet, she kept her vow. And yet, she always retrieves each soul, and mourns when they are damaged, and chides them when they are stained. I await the disaster. I cannot permit myself to like one who will be concluded without return.* [[The Prince Consort]]: FNORD* [[The Warp]]: There was no justice in what you did. Perhaps there was justification, but you had no right to take vigilante action.* [[The Hill-Queen]]: Individuality of thought and spirit is what makes a psychopomp’s job necessary. Without it, my cycle becomes meaningless. And the bitch scares my Shadow.* [[The Captain]]: I might understand, at least in pieces. Honestly, I cannot even tell if it was hypocrisy or not. I certainly cannot blame you for your feelings. But what you did? There was no justification in that.* [[The Tessellate]]: A child of the Hematite. She does good works, but the Hematite was always so... I worry about her. It's just hard to start the conversation I would wish to have.* [[The Solemn]]: My shadow, my friend, and my erstwhile companion. Our friendship is a complicated thing, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. The best thing that ever came of this place.* [[Brother Grimalkin]]: The Solemn precedes him, and he precedes me. It’s an extremely complicated thing. But, I’d rather him caterwauling than him dead. He is important, not that I'll ever tell him that. A good cat, I suppose, on a very short list.* [[The Skinner Box]]: The Omnipede wants it put in the Ossuary. The Blight-Abiding wants it for whatever reasons the Coward Sun might have. If it comes to it, then I'll bring it to the Omnipede myself. But I'd like to know what it does, what it did, first. Even if I can't understand.* [[The Stillwater]]: It’s not the Tenfold Suns. That is the best thing I can say about it. I never served this one, thankfully.* [[The Heart-Felt Fantasy]]: I do not understand. Maybe I never will understand. Perhaps I am wholly incapable of comprehending it. My Shadow likes it. The Omnipede likes it, too. That’s good enough for me.* [[The Gilded Insect]]: What an ass. He scares my Shadow, he toys with the Cycle's corpse, and worst of all I have to pretend to tolerate him. Someday, someday I will be permitted to shoot him.* [[The Mechanism]]: What. What?* [[The Dongolopticon]]: I am not as offended by its return as I was by the Blight-Abiding’s, but the Dead should stay Dead.* [[The World-Carver]]: Thief! If I catch you, I’ll bring what you stole back to my Shadow, and do not doubt that I’ll bring your head with me to give to Grimalkin.* [[The Eye]]: Don’t fuck this up, or I’ll shoot you down, too. I killed nine suns before you, and I do not fear killing eleven.* [[The Recollection]]: Speaking of things that ought to stay Dead; this and what it attempts to revive.* [[The Millions-Upon-Millions]]: The bodies go to the Omnipede, at death, and by the Omnipede they are recycled and returned. It’s a sensible cycle.* [[]]: FNORD* [[The Blight-Abiding]]: Die. Die. Die. And then die again. And once you die, stay dead, damn you. I’ll shoot you again, don’t think that I won’t.* [[The Cantharide]]: Leave my Shadow alone. Do not touch him, do not gaze upon him, do not even hear his voice, or I will kill you.* [[]]: FNORD* [[]]: FNORD* [[]]: FNORD* [[The Fruitbat]]: A decadent thing, lost in its own intoxication. There's nothing that requires my action. But I would like it to stay away from me.* [[The Mare-Night]]: She’s endearing. It’s odd, truly, for one such as her to have such optimism and compassion, but I do hope she keeps it.* [[The Stillborn]]: Why? Why? Why? It shouldn’t be. I ought to shoot it down once again… But Gravedigger says not to. I suppose, as long as it doesn’t eat anyone, it can stay.* [[The Weave]]: FNORD* [[The Tenfold]]: My former Lord and Master. Father of the Damned Suns. My feelings are complicated, even now.* [[The Hematite]]: FNORD* [[The Mangled]]: Dearest Father of Heroes, dearest Mother of Monsters, dearest, dearest, dead.* [[The Cycle]]: Perhaps the Omnipede would be upset to hear this, but I don't particularly miss the Cycle. I much prefer the Omnipede.* [[The Bait]]: FNORD* [[The Unmade]]: FNORD* [[The Avulsed]]: Dearest Mother of Heroes, dearest Father of Monsters, dearest, dearest, dead.
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