𝐧𝐩𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭

[uruz]

Available NPCs
SLEEP ONE TWO THREE FOUR ESPERA

SLEEP

A manipulative enigma with grand presence and power within The Murmur that rivals that of a god, and many already treat Her as such. She is everywhere and nowhere at once. Call to her, and she may answer you. She may even treat you, if you treat her, but be prepared to sacrifice. Painful offerings and loyalty are her favorite gifts of devotion (She's also a hopeless romantic).

The Numerals and Espera seem to despise Her, and One is inexplicably bound to Her. What Sleep has disclosed about Her intentions seem quite simple: Collect more Vessels to host Her power, expand past the Earth She's tied to, and deliver them all from loneliness and prolonged suffering to a divine eutopia only She can create.

For that, She needs One.

ONE

A somber, shy and elusive individual that better expresses himself through poetry and song. One's past is shrouded in mystery, tragedy and his own amnesia, but hinted to hold an incredible power that not even he is aware of. One has devoted his entirety to Sleep through blood sacrifice in an attempt to skew Her attention from the vessels to himself, but whether that was successful or not has yet to be known.

Vessels have been made recently aware that One has suffered Lunar Exaltation before the world was destroyed: An ascension, from mortal to more, and a beacon of power that remains the reason why Sleep seeks to claim him.

TWO

Not much is known about the Numeral Two, other than he is an expressive and unburdened Token, mute but not idle. He was very close to One before being thrown into a voided plane of existence by Sleep's hand, and scattered into fragments. Espera claims he is essential to returning One to his senses and putting an end to Sleep's reign.

Currently missing, but one fragment has been found.

THREE

An impish Offering of the Trickster variant, the Numeral Three has a playful disposition and colorful means of expression. Rather chaotic but not malicious, he takes the form of three-eyed corvids, cacatuas, and foxes with frequency, while answering riddles fuels his permanance for brief bursts. His connection with the Waking World is stronger than Two's, but in no less need of mending.

Currently his appearances are unreliable; He may be seen in shared dreams or when he has enough power to solidify from the Void's realm.

FOUR

The first Numeral to vanish and the last to be found. Not much is known about Four, other than having a very strong connection with Three.

Currently missing.

ESPERA

Revealed to be Nymphai, The Espera were birthed from One's exaltation and were meant to guide him on his journey from mortal to more before being barred by Sleep. She, (or they), is (are) a singular entity of three bodies, which are missing in a similar manner to the Numerals. She has a stronger presence within the Murmur but too weak to manifest physically, and is always watching to aid the Vessels in any way she can.

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[uruz]

● leave a comment with the name of the desired NPC in your subject line.

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● if your roll is a pass, your character will be able to successfully communicate with the NPC.

● if your roll is a fail, mod will automatically reroll for you. rerolls will be done only once every 24 hours. If I am too busy to reroll or roll in that time frame, I will make up for it and roll as many days I missed on the day I am able.

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● TWO, THREE and FOUR are currently unavailable.

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● keep an eye on dates and event posts; sometimes all or select NPCs may or may not be available for a certain amount of time depending on the event.

One

[dethangel]

[It's hard to contact someone you only talked to once and kind of by accident, but Toki's going to try anyway. He hopes the thought of "guy he talked to about music that one time" comes across correctly through the Murmur.]

Hey, uh, are you there? I think I have that song for that lady done.

[Despite everything. Hopefully he doesn't need to write down the actual music, because he can't really do that. It'd be nice to have some recording equipment too, but you use what you can work with.]

Do you think you could tell me if she'd like it?

ROLL: 2

[uruz]

Roll failed. Reroll will be made 24h from now.

Sleep

[sculptedash]

[She’s just going to try and page Dr.Sleep in their language.]

like tendrils we dance through his veins as we bite through the stars and dance and he opens his mouth wide I am so scared will you let me be the last human i understand now I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god

[She isn’t as good at it as an actual Host, but let’s see what she gets.]

ROLL: 17

[uruz]

[ and like the very boom of a swarm's thousand voices, she spreads her presence like a vast night blanket in space's expanse.

she sounds (and feels) amused. ]

Teeth of God.
Blood of Man.
I will be
What I Am.

Sleep

[merged]

[ There’s no concealing the fury burning within her, no way to quell the blaze roaring through her veins. That’s why, the moment she presses the mask against her face, her first instinct is to reach for Sleep. The very source of her ire. ]

I want to speak to you. [ She never utters Sleep’s name, but her intention hangs heavy in the Murmur. ] Let me speak to you.

ROLL: 4

[uruz]

Roll failed. Reroll will be made after 24h.

Sleep

[opheliac]

[she isn't actively seeking out for sleep, jinx cares very little for Her unlike everyone else who wish for answers and a way out. no, who jinx is fishing for is a voice, her voice specifically to give her a sense of guidance and strength. she used to hear her older sibling so clearly when she needed her, but now the younger's been bouncing from "connection" to "connection" for something familiar. doors are being flung open, stairs are getting climbed as she scans in every nook and cranny for vi.]

Not her, not her, not her, not her. That's not her, Not her either.

ROLL: 10

[uruz]

Roll failed. Will roll again tomorrow.

One

[dethangel]

[While Toki's really only been talking to this guy through the Murmur, he kind of gets the vibe based on things that it's that dude over there. He's pretty far away, and while Toki's used to shouting over party stuff, it's waaay easier to just try and reach out through his mask. He's more confident about it this time, now that he's been able to reach him on purpose before.

What better time to try and pal around with a guy than at a party?]

Oh! Hey! Is that you up there? You go to these things a lot?

[On his part, he gives out the sense that he's been in... technically similar situations. Both being at fancy parties... and being inappropriately on the phone in the middle of fancy parties.]

ROLL: 1 (haha)

[uruz]

Roll failed. Will roll again tomorrow.

sleep

[deathstealer]

[ As their collective consciousness shifts into a dream once more, Ranni looks at upon it as an opportunity. Though the moon was present in reality, she'd had no magic with which to reach it -- or so she suspected. Here, in the dream where her magic was restored to her, was the best chance to reaching out to whatever lay within.

A god, she suspects. Something outer, and alien. Perhaps a foreign invader to this world whose arrival drove it to ruin, or something long buried whose ascendance changed everything.

The black ocean beneath her feet is calm, with only the smallest of ripples. Elswhere, others drown. Ranni will help then soon enough, if she can. Before then, she must attempt to connect with this moon. She has been connecting to her own lunar entity since she was a child, the Dark Moon of the Lands Between, and so it is a relatively simple matter to settle into the same internal outreach, gazing up at the moon and stretching out toward it.

There, she does not speak. Rather, she offers something of herself: the chill taste of her magic, scraps of memories of her childhood and her scheming as she grew older, the ascendence of her godhood. A little get to know me, in hopes that the moon might offer the same back. ]

ROLL: 1

[uruz]

Roll failed. Will roll again tomorrow.

Espera

[sculptedash]

[Look. To say that the last dream felt normal would be far from the truth. But there was something off that Ash had trouble putting her finger on, and the people around her didn't quite seem to be feeling it the same she was.

...She didn't exactly want to ask The Guy sitting at the party. That was more direct than she wanted go, and it might be a little too close to the source of the issue. So she's going to try for someone else today.

She knows how she reached out for Sleep the last time- So she's just going to try something similar.]

Would you like to dance I have always been dancing we must keep dancing even when we are just tendrils?

Did you get that?

Because we're at at a party. Dancing.

ROLL: 5

[uruz]

Roll failed. Will roll again tomorrow.

One

[longwillows]

[Kalmiya has not forgotten their first exchange, the hand left outstretched and untouched, the connection of shared pain made bitter at the back of the tongue. She has also not forgotten the vile, bloody tendrils of this world's moon and the demanding madness that was the harbinger of so much suffering: You still have something left to give.

She is not anyone's to give. Certainly not One's, no matter how wretched a reflection he is of what she could have been.

Forgiveness and redemption are well outside of her purview, no matter what the devotees of Terin believed. Change and choice, however, are worth her efforts. Even if she cannot return these things to One, she must try to preserve them for the other dreamers, and she is utterly unwilling to have them wrested from her own self.

This, rather than her anger, is at the forefront of her mind when she approaches One's pedestal with purpose; though she hasn't seen his physical form before, the energy she had touched previously is unmistakably familiar as she nears. From the bottom of the pedestal, she extends a hand above her head, palm facing upwards and fingers relaxed in invitation.

While her voice lilts playfully, the eyes that peer through her butterfly-shaped mask are sharp with intent.] I think I'd like a partner for this dance. Would you indulge me, One?

ROLL: 17

[uruz]

[ one doesn't immediately move or answer. there's a long pause, the weight of his silence stretching into uncomfortable as his physical form takes route on the pedestal he was put on. his gaze lowers from beneath his mask, not submissively— but indeed, to assess her request as if it were a challenge in itself.

kalmiya destabilizes him by even asking, to say the least. he would have to become part of something, not sieze it. he would occupy the same air, the same moment. he would become part of something, not the center of it. ]

Do you know what you ask of me?

One

[sorte]

[ The Abomination hunts, and Aventurine finds himself stuck at a crossroads. Whereas before there was no one, now in this dream there's a person that matters to him and several more that matter to that person. So, while running until waking up seems like the best option, the person that's important will stand and fight even if it's hopeless.

Aventurine approaches that whom seems to be drowning in his hopelessness with it pouring out as sobs—the masked and cloaked overseer of this ordeal. The gambler himself is unwilling to lie down and join in with the choir just yet. ]

You. How do we stop it?

ROLL: 19

[uruz]

[ this is his nightmare. these are his sobs and chokes that resound. this is an intimate part of one that was not meant to be shared, but then again— does he have control of that in the wake of the dreams? one has fallen from his pedestal, now on the ground with the rest of them, fleeing— a vessel catches him. he could only grimace. ]

There is no stopping it. [ his breathing, erratic. he cannot wake up. he must wake up— but he can only squeeze at the sides of his masked face, cling to the solid foundation. ] I should— I should have . . . It is my fault. All of it . . . I am not worthy—

[ the abomination hones its havoc; it has its attention all on one. ]

One

[merged]

[ Sharon watches from a distance, gaze drifting across the Vessels displayed on their pedestals; she studies them, her judgement clear as day. She wonders if they simmer with rage? Burn with hatred? Or have they surrendered, left to rot in obedience?

Each step down toward them is deliberate and verges on predatory. Restrained violence radiates from her posture. She stops at the foot of the pedestal where One sits elevated above the others, sanctified by height alone. She tilts her head back and stares as if weighing every possible choice: what line to cross, what risk she's willing to bear. ]

Why do you sit higher than the rest? Does she like you best?

[ How do you hurt a god? You tarnish their symbols, dismantle their favorites, and watch the cracks spread. ]

ROLL: 15

[uruz]

[ one has not seen to this one before; not directly. but her ire feels . . . familiar. like a phantom pain. a bruise. something he does not want conflict with. and thus, he avoids her gaze— not out of submission, but out of acknowledgement and respect. the guilt fillows him forever. ]

She favors me. [ and with a cautious addition, quiet like a hush: ] I . . . Cannot seem to turn away.

[ he knows she is a bad omen for him, everyone who has known him, knows. and yet— he cannot let her go. ]

One

[dethangel]

[Upon waking up, one thing is certain: Toki needs to check up on his friends who seemed to have been having some trouble during the dream, and after that little jam session, there's no doubt that he considers One to be one of them.

He knows something had happened with Kalmiya, based on flashes through their Tether before it had been so rudely ripped from him, and he's pretty sure he'd glimpsed One running around after that whole giant creature debacle. Of course he's going to check on him.

It's easy to reach out, just as he's done before. He can hear him.]

Hey. You doing okay?

ROLL: 16

[uruz]

[ one had awoken from his nightmare with a shift in his core. in his mind's eye, the after images of playing music with toki reminded of his nights with two, three, four— kalmiya's demise with sleep, reminding him of all the loves that were pushed away from him. or rather . . . he pushed them away. the worst of the matter had not been the rupture of these tethers. is was the slow decay of them.

he felt them eroding, barely hanging on by a single thread each. was it worse? what has he done, to bring about such cruelty to the new vessels? to bring them here at all? his guilt grows all the more.

his eyes open. he misses them. he reaches for them after what felt like too long a time wrapped in the dark. the sun rises, as a result. he sings. and someone reaches back to him. tentatively, one too, reaches back, gentle in soul after being crushed too many times, like sonar bouncing off walls. ]

As always. [ he is always . . . hanging in there. this was just another night for him. ] I am . . . Sorry.

One | The Night Does Not Belong To God (day 4+)

[aeviternitas]

[ It has lingered in his mind, a dream of ruin after the dream of dying, before his mind wrested itself into a preserving wakefulness. It has bothered him.

His posture in the swell of the Murmur mimics that of life now, and life before: poised in an unadorned chair of wood long dry, worn and pitting, hands delicately resting on the arms, head bowed as if in repose, or waiting. His hair like curtainfall sweeps around him and pools on the floor as his back and his feet.

He reaches for that emptiness that he has thought of so often it has become as familiar: a grief that bubbles just beneath the surface, but spills more readily than his own.

His head lifts, Sleep's half-veil clattering softly with crystals that serve no purpose in an absence of light. He does not need say the man's name; his attention is singular, seeking, focused. His voice is like untempered steel cooled too quickly, brittle and threatening to crack despite the strength lent to its sound. ]

Is this destruction truly yours alone? Or only the guilt?

[ The sky that broke with the force of cataclysm the likes of which the Forsaken has not seen in a thousand years; the power contained seemingly in a single Vessel that only the fury of clashing gods at their most raw could wreak; humans that fell beneath a thrall of worship the most vain of gods could only dream of. ]

ROLL: 4

[uruz]

Roll failed.

SLEEP

[commitments]

[ He will be trying to reach her during the night! ]

... You're still there, aren't you? Answer me.

ROLL: 19

[uruz]

[ the night is when she is full again, the night is when her silence breaks. he reaches, and what bounds back to him is an expanse so great it rivals the space the stars inhabit. ]

And answer I shall.
Are you prepared to receive me,
Vessel?

One

[licensetotrill]

[ What's a bard supposed to do, when music is in his head so frequently? Alright, music is often in Jaskier's head. Almost always. But it's usually his own - either in full or in partial as he works out new songs, rolling their rough edges around in his mind until it's something polished and as close to perfection as he can make it.

And this is lovely. Haunting in a heartfelt way. If things weren't so dire, Jaskier would be content to sit and listen often. As-is, instead as the month passes he sings back, too. Sometimes One's own song back at him, a prefect repeat like a songbird. Other times with varying tempo and beat. Other times one of Jaskier's own. You know. Variety. Spice of life and all that. ]

ROLL: 4

[uruz]

Roll failed. Will try again tomorrow.

ESPERA

[hongtian]

[ Devotion. Warmth. Light.

It has been months since Ruhong has felt these things to such a degree, but inch by inch they return: sunrise, beautiful and multicolored, the melting of ice and frost. Most incredibly of all—light, no longer merely flickering in the palm of her hand but steady, gentle, and persistent.

When Espera's voice echoes through the network, Ruhong is nearly overwhelmed by the sensation. She cannot remember the last time she felt such a flood and certainty of devotion, bathed as she is now in the sunlight of dawn and the dulling of Sleep behind this brilliant emergence of light and hope. A plea from another entity. And with this comes a certainty that fills Ruhong to her fingertips: The Great Light is fighting back.

So she, a paladin of the Path of Light, firmly devoted to her faith and suddenly more gripped by hope and warmth than she has been in some time, reaches back. ]

I will help you. I will help you. I am sorry I did not understand before.

ROLL: 7

[uruz]

Roll failed. Will roll again tomorrow.

SLEEP; around week 4.

[opheliac]

[well, she stumbled upon sleep the first time by bouncing around on accident. so here she goes, doing the same method and going straight to the point too.]

Silco and Vander. Where did they go?

ROLL: 8

[uruz]

Roll failed. Will roll again tomorrow.

One | after her murmur post

[merged]

[ Unlike the last time Sharon reached out to One, this time she comes through the Murmur with her fire tempered, freshly doused—some of those memories hit too close to home. There's less venom in her tone, but the wariness remains, sharp as ever. ]

Why did everyone who died to that fucked up thing get a memory of yours? [ She wonders if it was deliberate. ]

ROLL: 9

[uruz]

Roll failed. Will roll again tomorrow.

One

[guidingbookworm]

[There were too many haunting similarities between Sleep and the Nameless Goddess of his world. He was afraid to have those similarities confirmed so he stayed away from Sleep and her followers, but after dying to the Abomination he couldn't get One's memory out of his head.

He hadn't meant to reach out to One. He knew it was dangerous but the fight between One and Two reminded him of the rift that formed between him and Altair and he couldn't remain silent.]

I know how Two feels, that fear as someone precious to you pulls further away so you lash out, desperate to keep them from slipping away. But I also know what it feels like to believe you are nothing without the goddess whispering in your soul.

...Are you alright? Did that thing take your regrets as well?

ROLL: 14

[uruz]

[ he is receiving a lot of attention lately, and one's natural instinct is to shy away at this point. abrupt reachings towards his steady song will have him present, but hiding, much like a child would when startled by strangers. behind the protective wall of his timidness, poking his head out from behind it and watching, carefully, if it was okay to come out, to respond.

this vessel has him watching with worried attention. he died, rhen. he saw something that belonged to him. he saw, what he thinks, is one of many arguments he's had with two.

one's heart aches. two. ]

It has . . . Done something. [ but one is not all knowing. everything he has learned after his dream, it was through them. the shrug and lost shake of his head is audible. ] Perhaps I have done . . . Something.

[ the sun has returned. he sings. something has shifted, but he is too afraid to answer to it. ]

I am sorry.

One

[longwillows]

[It is not an immediate thing. Kalmiya needs time and space to recover from what has been done to her, to at least patch up the holes if not fill them before she tries again. But partway through the month, when the sunlight is strongest, One's song is answered with the soft trill of flutes. Sprinkled with bells. Underlined with strings.

Even wounded, Kalmiya's presence is a vibrant one. The primal wildwood heartbeat still resonates within the song she offers—not something she has the technical skill to play on an instrument, but the sound of her heart, open to a page more easily understood by the one she intends to read it.

In that regard, the instrumentation has nuance that it didn't before. A slight vibrato to the flute. An insistence in the strings. Fear and desperation for connection, wrought by Sleep's massive, cruel hands. But they cannot outshine the clarity of the gleaming bells—joy, whimsy, and above all, love.

The impression of a hand offered, steady despite what trembles underneath.

She cannot force One to take it. It may be that he never wants to speak to her again. But she must make one thing clear.

As clear as the bells, as clear as new daylight breaking into a cloudless sky:] I'm not giving up.

ROLL: 14

[uruz]

[ and when it does, an anchor in one's gut drops. so much that, he forgets to sing. startled, by a presence so strong despite the blow delivered. it makes one feel shame. that he could not do the same, already so broken before sleep had appeared that he folded, so easily. she knew all his secrets. all of his darkness. she molded him, wrapped him, and seduced him and he simply folded.

when the startle lifts, one hums rather than uses his voice; it is shy and too humble all over again, a hand that he sees in the form of bells and flutes, strings and more, and he is too small, too afraid to take it again without consequences. the grandeur of the chorus overshadows the dwindling notes of his hum. ]

You should not wish to speak to me again.

Sleep

[tequila_sunset]

“I think I hear you in everything. Maybe I’m just crazy. I feel lost. I know you want me here but what do you want me to do?”

ROLL: 18

[uruz]

[ a lost soul does not go unnoticed by sleep. she preys on them. she sinks her teeth with an enveloping presence, one that cannot yet touch but one that is felt, all consuming but only barely kept out of a physical plane. her voice is layers upon layers of hushes, of voices, ]

I wish for you to bloom
To your greatest potential,
My sweet.
That we may all be made whole
Again.
You were lost
But you are found
With me by your side.
In your ribs.
In your very blood.
What do you wish for?

Espera

[inverseye]

Miss. I want more stuff.

[ A little while after she told them about the water plant, enough time for it to not blow up in the groups face, Espera will get an abrupt request over the murmur. As if Saheon hasn't been badmouthing how untrustworthy she is all month... His greed is unlimited. ]

You knew about the water plant, but you must know more. [ She's a local(?) after all. ] What do you want for it?

[ She already traded information about water for saving her friend sooo... ]

ROLL: 6

[uruz]

Roll failed. Will roll again tomorrow.

SLEEP

[sorte]

Reigning Empress of the Night, how might a humble servant entice you to spare a few words in his direction?

[ because the sundowning of week four, along with the visions and everything else really just is enough for him to gamble. ]

I wish to inquire about your favored vessel.

ROLL: 17

[uruz]

Beloved Vessel,
Sycophancy will only earn you so much
Before my river runs dry.

[ this is her home. she knows what you want. she is nestled between your ribs.

but she is curious, now. ]

Inquire.

One

[sculptedash]

[It takes Ash a little to find the courage to start asking questions. Actually forming tethers had been a terrifying experience for her. To let people in and judge her for who and what she is. But it hadn't been a breaking point for her either. So maybe it was time to reach out a little further.]

...Do you mind if I ask a few questions?

I feel like we have a few things in common. First Vessel, and Invictus' chosen child some to have some overlap. We're pretty pro at ruining worlds by the looks of it.

Espera said you suffered from your own demise. Something about Decay-

Would you tell me what happened? How you got this way?

ROLL: 19

[uruz]

[ in any of one's distant singing, humming, even clicking keys on an old piano is interrupted, he stops, almost immediately like a songbird caught, and all there is left to do is startle enough to fly away. that's almost what happens; ash cuts in with questions, and one recoils into his reticence.

it goes without saying, it takes a while for him to respond back. a few beating moments, like the pauses between fidgets. ]

My Tethered have disappeared. It was . . . By choice. [ mostly. he doesn't remember. ] We have not severed. And thus . . . The thread decays.

ONE

[snaggletooth]

[ Songs exist to say something.

Some are shallow, some are deeper.

His own were fathomless, the only place he felt safe telling the truth. To sing night after night after night, this person must also have things in his heart that are dying to be free. That, or Ivan is simply comparing him much, much too much to himself.

A piano joins.

It's not perfect. Some notes are missing, lost to the time the instrument was left sitting in the dark. And much is improvised, most likely different from the intended soundscape. He can follow the specific lulls of the stranger's voice, but the rest is his own invention.

Sometimes it sounds like more than one person is playing, too many chords pressed at once; what a gift to music six arms are. ]

ROLL: 13

[uruz]

[ silence comes like a thunder crack. immediate, cutting. for moments, one almost feels like he is hearing things, but no— it is another vessel, and just as jaskier had done, they play his own song back to him. the notes, tried and sometimes wrong, are a symbol of trying, of effort, and for what? to speak to him. to speak, in the same language.

the effort to see into the window of his mind. and so, one joins, and sings back, falling in line with keys, mishaps, and more momentum to his siren's song. there is a strained shudder to his voice. some cracks he is not quite trained to sing through. but it comes, more passionate. more raw.

and it is clear that, he is moved, and he is here. ]

So give me The Night
The Night,
The Night.