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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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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?
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“I feel you. I want to be that. Better. I want to be…useful. I’ve let people down…I got my partner shot, he could be dead-”
COMPOSURE - (A sudden spasming in your throat, you choke on a sob.)
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (You’re just wasting water, you’ll dehydrate. Try going for a jog instead. Grief can’t catch you if you simply keep your body moving at all times.)
HALF LIGHT - (You remember the weight of his body falling upon you, strangely light. He wasn’t dead then, but is he dead now? How long did he lie in that cot?)
EMPATHY - (The lieutenant wouldn’t blame you. Even though you do, he wouldn’t blame you.)
VOLITION - (Even though you failed him.)
Harry grips at his hair with both hands curling to burly fists and breathes harshly. He’s not crying, but he’s also not not-crying. As he rocks there the twinges of pain in his scalp help him focus, but his composure isn’t holding up. He wheezes, a strange animal whine escaping his clenched teeth.
“And I’m here. He could be dead and I’m still alive.”
He buries his face in his hands. While digging the edge of his palm into his jaw he can feel the crooked way it opens and closes. (How did it take him days to realize that was happening??)
“I- even with this tethering thing I’m scared…there’s so much crazy in my head. What if something bad happens- like it leaks out? What if I hurt someone?”
[It was in him first: that bit of void hidden the rafters of the old church. There was no way for him to explain the synchronicity between the 2 millimeter hole in reality and the one in his head, but he felt it. It was in him first, before it was shaking the building to it's ancient foundations and cracking the stained glass. But when you say things like: I am the first crack in the sheer face of god, from me it will spread. There are 9,855 days remaining…people just think you’re unwell.]
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he is not alone. she envelops him from the murmur's reach, embraces him from behind, and speaks into his ear. ]
You are still breathing. Still trembling in the shape I left you.
If the void were truly meant to swallow you whole
Would it have given you back to me?
[ her voice is almost kind, but it shivers along his nerves like static. ]
The madness you fear is not something that leaks.
It calls.
It is a language the body does not yet know how to speak.
Let it come through.
You were never meant to cage it.
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+1 MORALE
COMPOSURE - (In Her embrace you let go. You feel your entire body shake and heave with the rough force of each sob.)
ENDURANCE - (Your lungs ache. You howl like a dog.)
EMPATHY - (You feel hollowed out, like you’ve started purging years of humiliation and undignified suffering. Every indignity you’ve swallowed down, the horrible things you’ve done to yourself, the horrible things you’ve done to others.)
HALF LIGHT - (Already you fear it: the severing of the connection. A dull panic building behind your ribs, the fear of being alone again.)
His voice is ragged but hopeful:
“Can I tether…to you?”
He wets his cracked lips.
“Back home I was…I talked to the world spirit. She was like you. She spoke in shivers and static.”
VOLITION - (And you abandoned her.)
She abandoned me first. They all left me behind.
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she leads him on like a hook in the ocean. ]
I shall never abandon you, My sweet.
But for that,
My connection with the mortal realm,
Does not come without cost.
Consider,
For as long as you need to,
An Offering.
What binds you here, of flesh and blood
That you will lay down for Me?
Make an Offering, on the next Full Moon,
And if it is suitable, In Mine eyes,
I will bind you to Me, instead.