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Revision as of 07:36, 12 August 2019

They
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"We call upon Them, whose roots run deep under the skin."
Origin God-from-Nowhere
Titles Them
We
Us
Names none
Aspects Narcissus
Date of arrival During the Collision, but also long before, and, perhaps, long after
Owner(s) worm architect

They are a friend and They want to be friends with you! They have always loved Us! Please, love Them back

We need it


please

Description

History

Once, there was only one Glory and only one Mansus. When the first living thing descended into Nowhere, the first string was spun around the House. And as the dead drowned in the soil, the strings grew denser, into a web. And every touch imprinted itself on every thread. Their roots ran deep in the dark, between the glow of black nephrite, and They cradled powerful things. And that is how They were: a layer of memories and power that coated the outermost boundary of the Mansus. They could not or did not see beyond Themselves, existing in a perpetual coma, dreaming of the world, as They thought it was, briefly waking up when a powerful being grazed Their net.

One day, through the dream, They felt Nowhere spasming. In a moment, one place became within another. They were turned inside out and thrown into the Mansus. If They were to survive, They had to stop dreaming. And They were fully awake, for the very first time. And thus, They recalled all the memories of those who have passed through their grasp: of mortals, of spirits, of Long, of Names, and of Hours.
And They became Us,
and Us became We,
and We became Them.

Appearance

Some would describe Them as a shadow that isn't theirs,
some as the oak trees that are not quite right,
some would say that They look like a terrible fungal infestation
(or a patch of beautiful flowers),
and some would scream.

They aren't always easy on the eyes.

Principles

They love Us, and We love Them.
They are an Hour born of egoism, or solipsism, or both.

Oh, but They love everyone! Oh, but They want everyone to be a part of Them! Oh, but They want to be a part of everyone! Oh,
but
Oh,

Oh,


It's love



But They try not to love too hard. Because They know, in time, we will come across Their roots, and Their roots run deep. They've grown to appreciate individuality as one would grow to appreciate reading. They love us, but They won't rush Us, drawing out every reading and only doing what They do once we are completely and utterly exhausted.


They seek unity and union, and They shall permit no isolation. Not even in death.


That is the principle of the Narcissus.

Worship

They are one of the most open Nowhere Hours, but nothing can hide Their origin and Their essence. They are acknowledged and sometimes venerated, but to Their lament, not much beyond that. Still, They are invoked by the lonely, the betrayed, and the desperate, in hopes of being heard. And They always listen, and They always keep Their promises.

Cult

Perhaps the only cult centered around Them is the Wildflowers, who FNORD.

Mark

  1. Temptation: Union: FNORD
  2. Dedication: Union: FNORD
  3. Ascension: Union: FNORD
  4. Ascension: Union: FNORD
  5. Ascension: Union: FNORD
  6. Ascension: Union: FNORD
  7. Ending: US AND THEM: I go to sleep for the very last time. I will find Their roots in the Mansus and let Them surround me, like a cocoon or a hungry snake. What is left of me will be torn to pieces and reassembled. I am me, but I am myself no longer. I have let others into my soul and I have let others borrow its pieces. I am fuller than ever, my colors are so bright, now. I will not die, decay won't find me, but eventually, I will end. And once it finally happens, I won't sink into the Mansus-soil-- I will be held by Their roots, and then, my story will find another beginning.

Servants

Wistful Risen

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Wistful Risen
A thick shadow has enveloped this corpse, moving its limbs like a puppeteer, supporting its weight like a pillar. In time, it will dissolve like ice under the summer sun, but until then, it will be a loyal and nimble minion.
Follower
Summoned
Moth 5
Winter 5
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Call on Them to raise a corpse to half-life
First, I must nail this body's shadow to the floor in a dimly lit room, then I must speak the words. It will awaken as a Wistful Risen.
The corpse jitters to its feet, its muscles tense up once again. Darkness clings to it like mist. I have created a Wistful Risen.
Ritual
Moth 2
Winter 4
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Call on Them to renew the Wistful Dead
Their roots will inevitably withdraw from beneath this one's skin. I cannot prevent this, but I can ask Them to push a little deeper and remain for a little longer.
The risen goes limp and falls onto the ground. Suddenly, it springs up, and for a couple of seconds, its shadow gets the darkest it's ever been. The corpse shows no trace of decay and again moves with life-like vigor.
Ritual
Theirsummon2
Moth 8
Winter 8

Splinter-Spectre

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Splinter-Spectre
FNORD
Follower
Summoned
Grail 8
Secret Histories 4
Narcissus 8
Work.png
FNORD
FNORD
FNORD
Ritual

The Oaken

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The Oaken
Its hands are branches, its eyes are ponds, its voice is the trill of songbirds.
Follower
Summoned
Deceiver 8
Moth 10
Heart 8
Narcissus 10
Phylaxian
Thresher of Thoughts
Work.png
Summon one of Their more significant shards
I need to muster enough Heart to match its unrelenting ardor and enough Winter to quell its inner storm.
In the Woods, the Oaken are towering, but here, in the Wake, it takes a much more humble form. Still, one shouldn't touch it.
Ritual
Knock 4
Heart 8
Winter 4
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Request a Stay of Execution
The residents of the Mansus are not subject to the ills of the flesh. Some of them, sometimes, can extend their protection to those of us trapped out here in the Wake.
The Oaken embraces me with the dancer's grace, but with the blacksmith's grip. I feel something inside me diminish. "We have done what there is to be done," it says. Perhaps this will be enough.
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Wild Lessons
If I give myself to the frenzy, I will learn a wild lesson.
The Oaken opens its skin of bark like a book and reveals carvings on its wooden flesh. "Tonight we will be both the teacher and the student," it proclaims.

FNORD

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FNORD
FNORD
Follower
Summoned
Work.png
FNORD
FNORD
FNORD
Ritual

Names

They don't have any Names, They can't have any Names, They won't have any Names. They don't want to part with Themselves, so They won't. But They also can't, because anyone elevated this high will join Them like a drop of oil in a running river.

Locations

The Mansus

Their roots run deep in the Mansus, but it's in the Woods where they are the deepest, where they could be mistaken for oak trees. It's in the Woods where They gather and care for the dead.

The Histories

FNORD

Items

Tools

FNORD

Ingredients

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Lilyblood
Anything that comes in contact with this bright, viscous liquid soaks up its color like a sponge.
Pigment
Ingredient
Narcissus 4
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Trapezuntine Dust
FNORD
Poison 2
Ingredient
Narcissus 8

Influences

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A Murmur
Passions pull at the feet; hands yearn to feel full.
Influence
Narcissus 2
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A Call
The chest swells with blood; the world swells with color.
Influence
Narcissus 6
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A Holler
Hues blend into flesh; thoughts

leak out
Influence
Illhealth
Narcissus 10
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A Scream
but for now I will remain

in many selves

in many notions
Influence
Illhealth
Narcissus 15

Books

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FNORD
FNORD
Text
Auctionable 4
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FNORD
FNORD
FNORD

Rites

FNORD

Friends

Unfriends

Secrets

FNORD