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''”The Ink, the Scient, the Many-Armed Author is the Hour patron of writers, archivists, and storytellers. With a hundred quills, its passage through the House is marked by tracks of its scrawling, rambling calligraphy. Herein is a practice that may find some truth amongst its manifold fictions...”''
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-''The Pen, Indelible'' by Dubedat Locke
| title = The Ink
| card =
| quote = "I have that on record. Probably. SomewhereWe call upon The Ink, who does naught but write, who knows only fictions, whose tears are pigment."| origin = Light or Flesh
| titles = The Scient, The Ever Writer, The Many-Armed Author
| names = The Head Secretarian, 'Jos. Cz'The Editorius, Dubedat Locke, Secretarian YossariusDisembodied Voice of Pedantic But Technically True Corrections| aspects = {{Aspect|HeartLantern}} {{Aspect|Moth}} {{Aspect|LanternHeart}}| arrival = The Death By way of a Great Vessel of the PanopticonOrigami
| owners = Leathy Kocktail (Link to your user page here, for example, [[User:Leathy Kocktail|Leathy Kocktail]])
}}
==Description==
===Appearance===
The Ink appears in some interpretations as a man with permanently ink-stained arms and legs. He has no mouth, but his eyes are an ever shifting pool of Aspect Pigmentation, that shifts constantly. He has a seemingly infinite number of arms, and a seemingly infinite number of quills and papers in the folds of his cloak with which he is constantly writing. He has been seen with no fewer than a half dozen arms and no more than a hundred thousand.
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As he has no mouth (that he shows regularly), the Ink communicates by writing his words as a glowing trail in the air.
===Principles===
In order of importance, The Ink is bright and knows much from his duties, and shines that knowledge upon his writing with {{Aspect|Lantern}}. But he is capricious with his writing, Full of fiction and fabulism, and never satisfied with one story, he will drop unfinished drafts and shed his darlings as would a {{Aspect|Moth}}. But if it is one thing that is true for Ink, he will not
<br>will not
<br>will not stop writing. {{Aspect|Heart}}
==History==
===Before He Knewthe Hour===Excerpt from ''"It is said the Scient was one The Tragicall Hiftorie of many who tended a great library. In his historyOne Scholar & One Soldier'', it didn't burnAct II, but simply fell to ruin and neglectScene 5. He stayed in the rubble, writing until his dreams led him to become LongAuthor Unknown."''
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<br>One day, it was said, a scholar decided to put pigment to parchment. Even as their dreams grew strange with his fervor, and a light started to shine from a fiercer place, that scholar did not stop writing. Everything they saw, everything they thought, all streamed into one furious line of ink, charcoal, chalk, and even blood if it was required. He wrote his way into becoming Long with Even as a humble mortal, a fledgling Know, the young scholar teetered upon the fervor precipice of immortality quickly. Caught between a finite Ever After and rising to a higher place, he could not decide upon which ending he wanted, so an ending was chosen on his writingsbehalf. <br><br>But this is only hearsay, fabulism, and rumor.<br> ===NameLong-domHood===<br>There was a Long that, to the frustration of his peers, was rather difficult to qualify, at least in term of the nature of his immortality. He was mute as the Winter, yet constantly followed by the sound of his never ending, fervent writing as endemic of the Heart (And yet, a truly lamentable dancer, according to some accounts). He was flighty and his interest was naturally of the Moth, yet his writing could at times cut with a merciless unkindness, and his publications were in a constant state of ever-changing limbo as he chased his insatiable desire. Some doubt even that publications under his many pseudonyms were even the same author, contemporary Know of the Co-writer's Covenant arguing constantly over most infinitesimal similarities and differences in the the styling, cadence, language.<br><br>The one thing that cannot be denied is the author's longevity and proliferance of their writing. Between the many texts, letters, novels, essays, (and any other written form under the sun), It is easy to say this particular long has easily lived for around two thousand years. <br>It is said as well that the Long could not decide what he wanted, how he wanted to spend his immortality. <br>But<br>The world has a tendency to force decision, in time. ===AscentionAscension===FNORD
==Worship==
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-''What to Do With Paper'' by Jos. Cz
===Cult===
The Co-Writer's Covenant dedicate themselves to fervent writer's salons and the hoarding of all texts, and interpreting the nonsense that comes of both pursuits. Wherever stories are told, text is collected, and books are hoarded, you may find a Covenant.
===Servants===
*'''The Secretarians'''
''"With his many Arms, the Author lifted up the Beasts of the Wood to stand, to speak, and read as Humanity does. In gratitude, they are his editors, his assistants, his secretaries. They always bear the faces of the furred beasts: the rodent, the canine, the feline, the animals found in the countryside. I have found they appreciate pats considerably less then their counterparts outside of the House."
<br> -''The Pen, Indelible'', Dubedat Locke
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-''What to Do with Paper'', Jos. Cz
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====Names====
* '''The Head Secretarian''' - {{Aspect|Lantern}} {{Aspect|Secret Histories}} - A Jackal-Headed scholar who leads the effort to curate the work in the Scriptorium. He has read more of the Ink's work than anything living, or dead. He is a very busy Dog-Person, but may spare so if you some time if treated with respect. The Head Secretarian is not known for his humility.* seek to enter the Ink'''"Jos. Cz"''' - {{Aspect|Heart}} {{Aspect|Grail}} - Somewhere in the marked halls of the Scriptorium is a woman who built and destroyed lives with her correspondences. Her poetry and prose wets the appetites of even the strongest mortalss service, and many are lost in her eternal letters you must be worthy of longing. If you catch her attention correctly, she may send you such a letterhis time.<br>
* '''The Editorius''' - {{Aspect|Moth}} {{Aspect|Edge}} - Upon wings of parchment, the Editorius rises with the thinest of blades to cut down the darlings of the writer. They are viscious. They are unforgiving. They are one of the judges that which all those who wish to enter the Ink's service must appease before they are graced.
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* '''Disembodied Voice of Pedantic But Technically True Corrections''' - {{Aspect|Winter}} {{Aspect|Heart}} What? How did this get here? Why won't they shut up? Why won't they '''leave me alone!'''
====Long====
* '''Dubedat Locke''' - {{Aspect|Secret Histories}} {{Aspect|Knock}} - Once a distractable and eccentric playwright of ambition, his writings tell of far off places and fantastical journeys, horrid beasts and a terrifying Wood. Be careful about his publications, lest you fall in. Newly Long, he is eager to speak of his many imagined paths with anyone who would listen.
==Locations==
===Books===
* '''The Zeroth Indictment (Indictments correspond to hour number. Everyone gets one but you can have more books than just that)Pen, Indelible'''** Description: ItLocke's an old book, okay? A dusty old tome? Made out surprisingly brazen account of the history ofhis chosen Hour barely escaped censorship by claiming it is completely fantastical...flesh? What Those in theKnow know better.** Start Text: This is He speaks of a king who folded a grand structure of paper, the tale bipedal pets he kept to maintain it, and how to glean truths from a trove of the skeleton warriorsfictions.** End Text: ''"The skeleton warriors theme song refuses Author's servants know the Pen's mind. It is said you need a bright a big enough disarray and a big enough opening to leave your mindtempt them out of their homes."''** Gives: Stuff goes here. Usually lore. Sometimes languages. Sometimes things get really weird. Feel free The Rite of the Secretarian's Sorting, {{Aspect|Lantern}} '''Lore 6'''<br>*''' What to get creative.Do with Paper '''** Description: FNORD** Start Text: FNORD** End Text: FNORD** Gives: FNORD<br>*'''The Tragicall Hiftorie of One Scholar & One Soldier'''** Description: FNORD** Start Text: FNORD** End Text: FNORD** Gives: FNORD
===Rites===
* Making The Rite of the Hours=Secretarian's Sorting** Description: Ancient ritual conceived by the spooky boys of Uh-Shekel.** Requires: Rites are the more unique bits of Cultist Simulator. They may require tools, objects, lores, living beings, and so on. Some of the items used for the rite may be destroyed, and proper aspects are needed. Do specify all the details!** Gives: Glorious boons. From summoning to spawning items to other beneficial effects.FNORD
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