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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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But wrath does, indeed
Turn your mind rigid.
Fetal.
Would you like to test such foolish doubts?
It costs nothing.
Unless,
You would be content,
With missed opportunities.
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Wishes don't come true, or happy endings. And you wanna know what else isn't real? Gods. You're just some magic user who's playing pretend and thinks people will be stupid enough to buy your tricks.
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You will be wasting bullets, Dearest.
You have already been swallowed whole,
Absorbed,
Remade in My image.
Such sharp teeth, so pretty in My jaws.
You need what Runeterra could never give you.
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I'm not in anyone's image but my own.
[â and silco's but she's not going to admit that to Her.]
Right, and this hellhole you put me in is such a big improvement over Zaun. Nice try, Lady.
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Do you feel it, yet?
The power that stirs within you?
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Reach within the depths of oceanic tides.
My dear Token,
Where the water runs at your command,
It is a piece of Me
that I have giften you.
cw: spoilers and bad thinking
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You still have something left to give.
If you do not see it,
I do.
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Don't come crying to me when you get disappointed.
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I, on the other hand, will love you.
You are perfect just as you are.
1/2
...
2/2
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I feel you at the seam, where you almost split.
I know the shape of your fear.
I know the way you do not break when I press against you.
I know the part of you even you refuse to see.
That is more truth than your name, your past, your petty history.
That is why I call you perfect.
That is the part I love.
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If you do not confide in me,
Dear Vessel,
I soon shall give you reason to believe.
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Like daggers
Pressed close to your ribs
And yet I delve deeper
No matter the amount.
I will always be here.
[ sleep gives a soft, gentle kiss the the crown of powder's head, a pressure that hugs sweet, and with that, her grand presence vanishes. she becomes as wide as the sky above, her concentration at this focal point within the murmur diminishing. ]