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]

[ after a moment of watchful consideration, sleep's eyes narrow as if her smile pulls too wide (although nothing flashes, but . . . something certainly shifts where her mouth should be, clicking and crunching like bone. a claw extends, to begin twirling the vessel's hair like a doll, or a child— something sleep may take care of. possess. control. ]

To stay.
With me.
It is quite simple, My Vessel.

[deathstealer]

[ Ranni stays still, allowing the god to toy with her hair. The motion itself is curious; what god reaches out so? What god cares so much about its subjects that it touches them like this? Even the gods that she knew, the ones that selfishly hoarded their subjects and smote them down when they dared stray from the god's golden path, even they did not have so personal a touch.

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?

[uruz]

[ what beautiful curls, she makes with her claws. like the waves of the black sea she embodies. glowing jellyfish hover beneath them, each a different light. they all gravitate to the base of her presence, keeping alight the locks of her darkness like a beacon. sleep pretties her up, bounces her locks on ink black palms and caresses her porcelain face of perfection. ]

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.

[deathstealer]

[ Curious, Ranni reaches outward with one pair of hands, porcelain fingers brushing over black claws. The mere touch is-- overwhelming, in a sense. Beautiful, and terrible. ]

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. ]

[uruz]

[ sleep emits a sound— not unlike a purr; the more touch is given, the more possessive she becomes; in her weaving, she creates a braid. ]

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.

[deathstealer]

Ah, even in their weakness,
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.

[uruz]

[ ah, so soon. her claw curls, drags lightly across porcelain. ]

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.