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| names  = ''none''
 
| names  = ''none''
 
| aspects = {{Aspect|Narcissus}}
 
| aspects = {{Aspect|Narcissus}}
| arrival = During the Collision, but also long before, and, perhaps, long after
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| arrival = During the Collision, but also long before, and perhaps, long after
 
| owners  = worm architect
 
| owners  = worm architect
 
}}
 
}}
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===Mark===
 
===Mark===
 
# '''Temptation''': '''Union''': FNORD
 
# '''Temptation''': '''Union''': FNORD
# '''Dedication''': '''Union''': I have dedicated myself to the pursuit of greater unity in all its dangerous, pervasive grandeur. I will have to give of myself if I am to rise, or fall.
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# '''Dedication''': '''Union''': I have dedicated myself to the pursuit of greater unity in all its dangerous, pervasive grandeur. I will have to give of myself if I am to rise, or to fall.
# '''Ascension''': '''Union''': FNORD
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# '''Ascension''': '''Union''': Solitude, surrendered! I have let Their first shard into me. I can feel it blossom in the depths of my being into a delicate rose. I won't ever be alone again, and Their whisper will guide my steps. I will have to make deeper incisions if I am to bloom into a garden.
# '''Ascension''': '''Union''': FNORD
+
# '''Ascension''': '''Union''': FNORD, surrendered!
# '''Ascension''': '''Union''': FNORD
+
# '''Ascension''': '''Union''': Secrets, surrendered!
# '''Ascension''': '''Union''': FNORD
+
# '''Ascension''': '''Union''': Thoughts, surrendered!
 
# '''Ending''': '''IN MY DREAMS, MANY FLOWERS''': 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...
 
# '''Ending''': '''IN MY DREAMS, MANY FLOWERS''': 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...
 +
<br>
 +
# '''Descent''': '''Union''': THEY are NNOT to be contained<br>i feel my mind UN-RA-VE-LING<br>i am falling<br>i am drowning<br>I MUST CLIMB BACK
 +
# '''Ending''': '''ALL THAT IS LEFT OF ME''': Where will They find me? I am not here. I've left behind too many parts in my pursuit. Now there is nothing, only Them. They have filled the hollows in my soul like water, now, They are becoming more myself than I am. And all that is left of me is spiraling deeper, deeper, deeper-
  
 
==Servants==
 
==Servants==
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|image      = File:Theirsummon3.png
 
|image      = File:Theirsummon3.png
 
|title      = Splinter-Spectre
 
|title      = Splinter-Spectre
|description = FNORD
+
|description = The Spectre is as human-like as a veil of thick black smoke can be. Sometimes, it speaks, but its voice is so, so distant and its words are so, so flat...
 
|aspect0    = Follower
 
|aspect0    = Follower
 
|aspect1    = Summoned
 
|aspect1    = Summoned
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|verb              = Work
 
|verb              = Work
 
|title            = Summon one of Their shards
 
|title            = Summon one of Their shards
|start_description = FNORD
+
|start_description = Grail for its unorthodox desires, Winter to thwart its advances.
|description      = FNORD
+
|description      = Its arrival is silent. At first, I mistake the Splinter-Spectre for my shadow. Then it begins to move...
 
|aspect0          = Ritual
 
|aspect0          = Ritual
 +
|aspect1          = Knock
 +
|quantity1        = 4
 +
|aspect2          = Grail
 +
|quantity2        = 8
 +
|aspect3          = Winter
 +
|quantity3        = 2
 
}}</div>
 
}}</div>
  
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|image      = File:Theirsummon4.png
 
|image      = File:Theirsummon4.png
 
|title      = Saint Calixtus
 
|title      = Saint Calixtus
|description = "My name is Calixtus. Please, remember it, because sometimes, I can't recall it."
+
|description = "I am Calixtus. Please, remember my name, until I forget it again."
 +
|aspect0    = Tutor
 +
|aspect1    = Vosporo Speaker
 +
|aspect2    = Lamp of Loss
 +
|aspect3    = Thresher of Thoughts
 +
|aspect4    = Narcissus
 +
|quantity4  = 24
 +
}}</div>
 +
 
 +
<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription
 +
|verb              = Talk
 +
|title            = Chilly Lessons
 +
|start_description = If I listen closely enough to the stories told by winter sun, I may learn something, at the cost of my soul's withering
 +
|description      = "I will tell you a tale of loss, of division, of wilting. I know it to be a mistake, but I can recognize it as one no longer..."
 +
}}</div>
 +
 
 +
<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription
 +
|verb              = Talk
 +
|title            = Wild Lessons
 +
|start_description = If I give myself to the frenzy, I will learn a wild lesson.
 +
|description      = FNORD
 +
}}</div>
 +
 
 +
<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription
 +
|verb              = Study
 +
|title            = Study Hypothetical Greek with a Tutor
 +
|start_description = "Oh, you want to speak Vosporo? We can help you, but there will be a price to pay, eventually. For now, focus, or your mind will wail for weeks."
 +
|description      = Vosporo, the language of Angelike Makriadi's "Lexicon", of Krysanthos' "In the Maw of Man", of Alkis Senidis' "History of Imagination". Of course, none of these works are considered to be real anymore, but it doesn't stop them from being presented as such."
 +
}}</div>
 +
 
 +
====The Vivisector====
 +
<div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription
 +
|image      = File:Theirsummon4b.png
 +
|title      = Saint Calixtus, the Vivisector
 +
|description = "So many things to dissect, so many incisions to make! Yet, so little time... Don't you agree?"
 
|aspect0    = Follower
 
|aspect0    = Follower
 
|aspect1    = Summoned
 
|aspect1    = Summoned
 
|aspect2    = Tutor
 
|aspect2    = Tutor
|aspect3    = Deceiver
+
|aspect3    = Vosporo Speaker
|quantity3  = 12
+
|aspect4    = Devourer
|aspect4    = Edge
 
 
|quantity4  = 12
 
|quantity4  = 12
|aspect5    = Secret Histories
+
|aspect5    = Edge
 
|quantity5  = 12
 
|quantity5  = 12
|aspect6    = Narcissus
+
|aspect6    = Secret Histories
 
|quantity6  = 12
 
|quantity6  = 12
|aspect7    = Lamp of Loss
+
|aspect7     = Narcissus
|aspect8     = Thresher of Thoughts
+
|quantity7  = 12
 +
|aspect8     = Lamp of Loss
 +
|aspect9     = Thresher of Thoughts
 
}}</div>
 
}}</div>
  
 
<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription
 
<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription
 
|verb              = Work
 
|verb              = Work
|title            = Summon an echo of the Saint Calixtus, Their failed Name
+
|title            = Summon a divisive echo of the Saint Calixtus, Their failed Name
 
|start_description = FNORD
 
|start_description = FNORD
 
|description      = FNORD
 
|description      = FNORD
 
|aspect0          = Ritual
 
|aspect0          = Ritual
 +
}}</div>
 +
 +
====The Crossroad====
 +
<div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription
 +
|image      = File:Theirsummon4a.png
 +
|title      = Saint Calixtus, the Crossroad
 +
|description = "If there is a key, there is a lock molded for it. But what if there is no key for the lock and no lock for the key?"
 +
|aspect0    = Follower
 +
|aspect1    = Summoned
 +
|aspect2    = Tutor
 +
|aspect3    = Vosporo Speaker
 +
|aspect4    = Deceiver
 +
|quantity4  = 12
 +
|aspect5    = Knock
 +
|quantity5  = 12
 +
|aspect6    = Secret Histories
 +
|quantity6  = 12
 +
|aspect7    = Narcissus
 +
|quantity7  = 12
 +
|aspect8    = Lamp of Loss
 +
|aspect9    = Thresher of Thoughts
 
}}</div>
 
}}</div>
  
 
<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription
 
<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription
|verb              = Talk
+
|verb              = Work
|title            = Chilly Lessons
+
|title            = Summon an unexpected echo of the Saint Calixtus, Their failed Name
|start_description = If I listen closely enough to the stories told by winter sun, I may learn something, at the cost of my soul's withering
+
|start_description = FNORD
 
|description      = FNORD
 
|description      = FNORD
 +
|aspect0          = Ritual
 
}}</div>
 
}}</div>
  
<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription
+
====The FNORD====
|verb              = Talk
+
<div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription
|title             = Wild Lessons
+
|image      = File:Theirsummon4c.png
|start_description = If I give myself to the frenzy, I will learn a wild lesson.
+
|title       = Saint Calixtus, the Sequence
|description      = FNORD
+
|description = "Some things have no trail, yet still, there is ripple."
 +
|aspect0    = Follower
 +
|aspect1    = Summoned
 +
|aspect2    = Tutor
 +
|aspect3    = Vosporo Speaker
 +
|aspect4    = Deceiver
 +
|quantity4  = 12
 +
|aspect5    = Heart
 +
|quantity5  = 12
 +
|aspect6    = Secret Histories
 +
|quantity6  = 12
 +
|aspect7    = Narcissus
 +
|quantity7  = 12
 +
|aspect8    = Lamp of Loss
 +
|aspect9    = Thresher of Thoughts
 
}}</div>
 
}}</div>
  
 
<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription
 
<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription
|verb              = Study
+
|verb              = Work
|title            = Study FNORD with a Tutor
+
|title            = Summon an obstinate echo of the Saint Calixtus, Their failed Name
|start_description = "FNORD? Yes, I get by in FNORD. I can teach you, if you have FNORD as a grounding. But if I hear one crack about FNORD, it's off."
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|start_description = FNORD
|description      = "One cannot speak FNORD for long without FNORD. It FNORDs the FNORD, FNORD FNORD FNORD FNORD."
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|description      = FNORD
 +
|aspect0          = Ritual
 
}}</div>
 
}}</div>
  
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==Locations==
 
==Locations==
 
===The Mansus===
 
===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.
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====The Grove Entangled====
 +
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 Grove Entangled where They gather and care for the dead.
 +
 
 
===The Histories===
 
===The Histories===
 
FNORD
 
FNORD
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==Items==
 
==Items==
 
===Tools===
 
===Tools===
FNORD
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<div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription
 +
|image      = File:Theirtool.png
 +
|title      = Budding Earthbone
 +
|description = Sometimes, Their passing digs up Earthbones to the surface in places still reeling from great disasters. Even rarer do they blossom. Under no circumstances should it let to be taken root.
 +
|aspect0    = Tool
 +
|aspect1    = Narcissus
 +
|quantity1  = 8
 +
|fansus      = 4
 +
}}</div>
 +
 
 +
<div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription
 +
|image      = File:Theirpainting.png
 +
|title      = "They"
 +
|description = When one would lose themselves in the woods it would have been expressed like this. But no longer.
 +
|aspect0    = Tool
 +
|aspect1    = Narcissus
 +
|quantity1  = 12
 +
|fansus      = 4
 +
}}</div>
 +
 
 
===Ingredients===
 
===Ingredients===
 
<div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription
 
<div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;">{{ElementDescription
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==Friends==
 
==Friends==
* [[The Clepsydrae]]:  
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* [[The Old Wyrm]]:  
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* [[They]]:
* [[Her Scarred Serenity]]:
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* [[Humming From Elsehere]]:
* [[The Unfettered]]:
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* [[The Briarsalt]]:
* [[The Legion Lamentful]]:
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* [[The Transfinite Question]]:
* [[Deep|The Deep]]:  
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* [[The Nizvestier Within]]:
 +
* [[A Stock-Woven Watcher]]:
 +
* [[The Fulminate]]:
 +
* [[King of Keys|The King of Keys]]:
 +
* [[The Wispy Tress]]:
 +
* [[The Scoriantheme]]:
 +
* [[The Modiste-and-Mannequin]]:
 +
* [[The Zabbaleen]]:
 +
* ---
 +
* [[The Harrower]]:
 
* [[The Demiurge]]:
 
* [[The Demiurge]]:
 
* [[The Hearthkeeper]]:
 
* [[The Hearthkeeper]]:
 +
* [[Her Scarred Serenity]]:
 
* [[Mother Songbird]]:
 
* [[Mother Songbird]]:
* [[The Confectionist]]:
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* [[The Old Wyrm]]:
 +
* [[TINT]]:
 +
* [[The Demarq-s]]:
 +
* [[The Faustian Alchemist]]:
 
* [[The Glorious Child]]:
 
* [[The Glorious Child]]:
* [[The Transfinite Question]]:
 
* [[The Nizvestier Within]]:
 
* [[The Navigator]]:
 
* [[The Fireside]]:
 
* [[The Listless King]]:
 
* [[The Fool's Gold]]:
 
* [[The Faustian Alchemist]]:
 
 
* [[The Chimaera]]:
 
* [[The Chimaera]]:
 
* [[The Jahwian]]:
 
* [[The Jahwian]]:
* [[A Stock-Woven Watcher]]:
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* [[The Legion Lamentful]]:
* [[The Zabbaleen]]:
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* [[The Fireside]]:
* [[The Wispy Tress]]:
+
* [[The Fool's Gold]]:
 +
* [[The Stone Meridian]]:
 +
* [[Shade|shade]]:
 +
* [[The Listless King]]:
 +
* [[The Crimson Temptress]]:
 
* [[Little Lady Liver-Licker]]:
 
* [[Little Lady Liver-Licker]]:
* [[The Stone Meridian]]:
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* [[The Clepsydrae]]:
* [[TINT]]:
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* [[The Navigator]]:
* [[shade]]:
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* [[The Perditarch]]:
* [[King of Keys|The King of Keys]]:
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* [[The Confectionist]]:
 
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* [[The Toymaker]]:
===Unfriends===
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* [[The Mannequin-and-Modiste]]:
* [[The Scoriantheme]]:
 
 
* [[Its Incarnadine Virulence]]:
 
* [[Its Incarnadine Virulence]]:
* [[The Harrower]]:
+
* [[The Unfettered]]:
* [[The Perditarch]]:
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* [[The Shattered Star]]:
 +
* [[The Welkin]]:
 +
* [[The Abstraction]]:
 +
* [[Deep|The Deep]]:
 +
* [[The Tatterdemalion]]:
 +
* [[The Ash]]:
 +
* [[The Chainbinder]]:
 +
* [[They]]:
  
 
==Secrets==
 
==Secrets==
FNORD
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* Sometimes, light may cast a shadow.

Latest revision as of 22:10, 29 September 2019

They
They.png
"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: I have dedicated myself to the pursuit of greater unity in all its dangerous, pervasive grandeur. I will have to give of myself if I am to rise, or to fall.
  3. Ascension: Union: Solitude, surrendered! I have let Their first shard into me. I can feel it blossom in the depths of my being into a delicate rose. I won't ever be alone again, and Their whisper will guide my steps. I will have to make deeper incisions if I am to bloom into a garden.
  4. Ascension: Union: FNORD, surrendered!
  5. Ascension: Union: Secrets, surrendered!
  6. Ascension: Union: Thoughts, surrendered!
  7. Ending: IN MY DREAMS, MANY FLOWERS: 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...


  1. Descent: Union: THEY are NNOT to be contained
    i feel my mind UN-RA-VE-LING
    i am falling
    i am drowning
    I MUST CLIMB BACK
  2. Ending: ALL THAT IS LEFT OF ME: Where will They find me? I am not here. I've left behind too many parts in my pursuit. Now there is nothing, only Them. They have filled the hollows in my soul like water, now, They are becoming more myself than I am. And all that is left of me is spiraling deeper, deeper, deeper-

Servants

Wistful Risen

Theirsummon2.png
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
Work.png
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
Work.png
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

Theirsummon3.png
Splinter-Spectre
The Spectre is as human-like as a veil of thick black smoke can be. Sometimes, it speaks, but its voice is so, so distant and its words are so, so flat...
Follower
Summoned
Grail 4
Heart 4
Moth 4
Secret Histories 4
Narcissus 8
Phylaxian
Thresher of Thoughts
Work.png
Summon one of Their shards
Grail for its unorthodox desires, Winter to thwart its advances.
Its arrival is silent. At first, I mistake the Splinter-Spectre for my shadow. Then it begins to move...
Ritual
Knock 4
Grail 8
Winter 2
Talk.png
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.
FNORD
Talk.png
Wild Lessons
If I give myself to the frenzy, I will learn a wild lesson.
FNORD

The Oaken

Theirsummon1.png
The Oaken
Its hands are branches, its eyes are ponds, its voice is the trill of songbirds.
Follower
Summoned
Deceiver 8
Moth 8
Heart 10
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
Talk.png
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.
Talk.png
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.

Saint Calixtus

Theirsummon4.png
Saint Calixtus
"I am Calixtus. Please, remember my name, until I forget it again."
Tutor
Vosporo Speaker
Lamp of Loss
Thresher of Thoughts
Narcissus 24
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Chilly Lessons
If I listen closely enough to the stories told by winter sun, I may learn something, at the cost of my soul's withering
"I will tell you a tale of loss, of division, of wilting. I know it to be a mistake, but I can recognize it as one no longer..."
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Wild Lessons
If I give myself to the frenzy, I will learn a wild lesson.
FNORD
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Study Hypothetical Greek with a Tutor
"Oh, you want to speak Vosporo? We can help you, but there will be a price to pay, eventually. For now, focus, or your mind will wail for weeks."
Vosporo, the language of Angelike Makriadi's "Lexicon", of Krysanthos' "In the Maw of Man", of Alkis Senidis' "History of Imagination". Of course, none of these works are considered to be real anymore, but it doesn't stop them from being presented as such."

The Vivisector

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Saint Calixtus, the Vivisector
"So many things to dissect, so many incisions to make! Yet, so little time... Don't you agree?"
Follower
Summoned
Tutor
Vosporo Speaker
Devourer 12
Edge 12
Secret Histories 12
Narcissus 12
Lamp of Loss
Thresher of Thoughts
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Summon a divisive echo of the Saint Calixtus, Their failed Name
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FNORD
Ritual

The Crossroad

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Saint Calixtus, the Crossroad
"If there is a key, there is a lock molded for it. But what if there is no key for the lock and no lock for the key?"
Follower
Summoned
Tutor
Vosporo Speaker
Deceiver 12
Knock 12
Secret Histories 12
Narcissus 12
Lamp of Loss
Thresher of Thoughts
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Summon an unexpected echo of the Saint Calixtus, Their failed Name
FNORD
FNORD
Ritual

The FNORD

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Saint Calixtus, the Sequence
"Some things have no trail, yet still, there is ripple."
Follower
Summoned
Tutor
Vosporo Speaker
Deceiver 12
Heart 12
Secret Histories 12
Narcissus 12
Lamp of Loss
Thresher of Thoughts
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Summon an obstinate echo of the Saint Calixtus, Their failed Name
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.

Poor Calixtus...

Locations

The Mansus

The Grove Entangled

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 Grove Entangled where They gather and care for the dead.

The Histories

FNORD

Items

Tools

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Budding Earthbone
Sometimes, Their passing digs up Earthbones to the surface in places still reeling from great disasters. Even rarer do they blossom. Under no circumstances should it let to be taken root.
Tool
Narcissus 8
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"They"
When one would lose themselves in the woods it would have been expressed like this. But no longer.
Tool
Narcissus 12

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
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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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In Our Dreams, Many Flowers
An esoteric, secretive novel in verse by Elena Řezníčková, a Czech mystic, artist, and poetess. Later she regretted the decision to publish the book and set on a mission to burn every single printed edition. This is one of the few copies that survived the author's hunt.
Text
Auctionable
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Read "In Our Dreams, Many Flowers"
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Rites

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Friends

Secrets

  • Sometimes, light may cast a shadow.