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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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ok nvm lore summary was too intriguing not to finish thread bless owlie's brilliance.
for Aventurine, that changes so many things. Is Sleep, then, using One to pull others into this world for Her purposes, or are these Dreams somehow reaching them all and technically bringing them here for another reason, one that Sleep is simply able to exploit for Herself?
He stops along with the other, reactively casting a barrier of gilded gold light around each of them that fades after a moment of transparent visibility. it's not going to stop that thing, but it should ward off at least one hit if either of them gets unlucky enough to be caught.
there's so many questions he has, and none of them seem appropriate for the situation where talking is really not something to focus on. and yet, taking is the only chance they have in the long run.
( What's the force inside you? )
( Did Sleep put it there? )
( Is this event a memory you remove in the form of nightmares? ) ]
...Why does it want to kill you, too, if you're the Dreamer? Obviously, you running away means that if you're killed by it, you aren't going to simply wake up... but how could you even know that?
[ ( You're the only one alive here besides us. Does your Dream pull us in because you're actually crying out for help? ) ]
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all he wants to do is wake up. all he wants is for this to end. aventurine's efforts manage to deter the beast for only a moment, but one bolts, even faster now. away from the questions that overload his senses, away from every soul he has twisted, whether he willed it to happen or not. he bolts from the other vessel's side, in fear that one more soul would be damned for his sake.
the abomination hones its tendril and fires at him, like a missile. it pierces his leg, wraps around his limb, and drags him. he kicks and screams all the while.
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adventurine gets his answer: the entire dreamscape ripples, and one's voice rings like alarm bells, pulling his emotions from their depths. through the cacophony of one's worst doubts, they are made known to all who would listen: i am not worthy. i am hopeless. i will not be missed. i am a burden. i only bring damnation. i am the flood. i am not strong enough. i do not wish to live. then, quieter, something still fighting from beneath the life force being torn from him, his viscera squeezed from their blood supply, wishing to be heard by someone, by anyone because it is something he has never asked, yet now rips through for it to be heard as he scrambles against the tendril's forcible intrusion,:
when one goes shriveled and dust into the wind, leaving the abomination fat with vitae, the dream ceases.
the vessels awaken, eventually, to sunrise. and those who have fallen, a splinter of one's despair. ]
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It hits hard, though: the way the appendages whiz right by him to chase after One like Aventurine himself wasn't even there to begin with. The way One's panic, his fear, his doubts, and his regrets, and his pleas all echo inside Aventurine's eternal chambers until there's nothing but complete silence and one single small voice, the voice of a scared child all alone in the void (left alone, left alone again and again and again. What is this situation, as well, other than being "spared" only to be left alone and behind once more?
"why?".)
When Aventurine wakes up, it's violent ,and he instinctively claws at his own mouth as he gasps, initially not believing it (or any part of his own) could even still be there after witnessing the Abomination turning One to dust.
—And then, without any thought, he quickly stumble$ to his feet, needing to get outside, needing to get away and simply find a wide open place to breathe. ]