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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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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. ]
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out pries a tendril. then another. then another, reaching downwards— until the entire moon gives way to a massive black mass of claws, wide, branching antlers of a stag, and six blood red eyes that glow like the sun themselves. in the dream, sleep gains complete form, giant like the very ocean itself and dropping into it like a grand eagle taking claim upon the fish in it before settling tall like a pillar, dwarfing ranni in comparison. and in an ancient tongue, she speaks. ]
In another world
We could have been Sisters,
You and I.
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She gazes upward at the black mass above her, and for a long moment, all she can feel is love. A fierce, obsessive feeling, like an inability to stop tonguing at a rotten tooth, or a clawing grasping hand in a bruising grip. This is similar to the other sensations that have been provoked within her: upon looking at the aurora, upon using the Murmur, upon gazing at the moon for too long. ]
As they say;
like calls to like.
[ Inwardly, she thinks. She collects all of her ideals about being a god, and presents them in neat little thought-package for the god to share in: how she sought to fling herself among the stars so that she would be too far from her world for prayers to be heard, how none of the people in the Lands Between would ever be able to see or touch or hear her. How worship of the goddess of the dark moon, in her time, was uncertain, faced with a lack of real proof of her existence. How she sought to be a cold, logical, unfeeling god, so that she would not be prone to bias and interference.
She presents all of this like a dish served up to dine upon at one's pleasure, waits for the being to eat it, and then asks: ]
Mine own dream was as the cold light of the moon;
distant and chill, as lonely as the stars.
What, then, is thine own dream for thy people?
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To stay.
With me.
It is quite simple, My Vessel.
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This one is petting her the same way a child pets a doll; casually possessive, yet terribly affectionate.
Her gaze sharpens at the answer, interested. ]
Art thou lonely?
To become a god is to strive
for what mortals cannot obtain;
to savor that power is to cling
to something mortals cannot hold.
Canst thou truly say a mortal can be with thee?
Or would thy power burn them to ash?
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Some do,
Some cannot bear the weight of my wonders,
They succumb.
But not all.
And not those who matter.
Did you not realize mercy is mine?
As you are,
No more mortal,
And the span of your days is now unbound.
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Indeed, should thee win my worship,
I wouldst spend time eternal in thy gaze.
But dost thou truly have no care
for those who cannot bear the teeth of thy love?
[ The accusation is not truly personal; Ranni knows exactly what the god means. It is just the destiny of mortals, that some will succeed and some will fall, that some will be as winged birds and some will become earth. But she has... formed a fondness for some of the people in this god's gaze. ]
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I have not the leisure to spare comfort to every trembling thing.
Not when they become another thread in my vastness.
A drip in my rain.
I give my gaze, long and slow,
And some are turned inside out by its length.
My love is a blunt instrument
It mends as it maims
In time.
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they become part of thy self,
and part of thy bloodied love eternal.
[ Now, Ranni understands. In the end, it was all so terribly simple. A god that craves love, who will find that love by any means possible -- either by winning it through fear and blood, or by taking the weak and fallen into her being.
Briefly, her hand tightens where it grips Sleep's hand, and then falls away. Already, she feels bereft with the lack of it.
She does not wish to maintain this connection for very long; to invite a god in all their glory so close to one's mind is to invite madness. So she will, she thinks, say her goodbyes for now. ]
Adore'd god,
I thank thee for thy candor.
As I returneth to awakening,
I will bear thy words in mind,
and give great thought to thy needs.
I thank thee.
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Rested Vessel,
Your gratitude drifts softly into me.
I am unbound.
Carry my counsel into the waking hours,
and when night folds over you again,
I will be there to hold you still.
Worship.