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|image = File:Theirsummon2.png | |image = File:Theirsummon2.png | ||
− | |title = | + | |title = Wistful Dead |
− | |description = | + | |description = A thick shadow has enveloped this corpse, moving its limbs like a puppeteer, supporting its weight like a pillar. In time, it will dissolve like ice under the summer sun, but until then, it will be a loyal and nimble minion. |
|aspect0 = Follower | |aspect0 = Follower | ||
|aspect1 = Summoned | |aspect1 = Summoned | ||
+ | |aspect2 = Moth | ||
+ | |quantity2 = 5 | ||
+ | |aspect3 = Winter | ||
+ | |quantity3 = 5 | ||
}}</div> | }}</div> | ||
<div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription | <div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription | ||
|verb = Work | |verb = Work | ||
− | |title = | + | |title = Call on Them to raise a corpse to half-life |
− | |start_description = | + | |start_description = First, I must nail this body's shadow to the floor in a dimly lit room, then I must speak the words. It will awaken as a Wistful Risen. |
− | |description = | + | |description = The corpse jitters to its feet, its muscles tense up once again. Darkness clings to it like mist. I have created a Wistful Risen. |
|aspect0 = Ritual | |aspect0 = Ritual | ||
+ | |aspect1 = Corpse | ||
+ | |aspect2 = Moth | ||
+ | |quantity2 = 2 | ||
+ | |aspect3 = Winter | ||
+ | |quantity3 = 4 | ||
}}</div> | }}</div> | ||
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+ | <div style="margin-top: 20px; text-align: center">{{RecipeDescription | ||
+ | |verb = Work | ||
+ | |title = Call on Them to renew the Wistful Dead | ||
+ | |start_description = Their roots will inevitably withdraw from beneath this one's skin. I cannot prevent this, but I can ask Them to push a bit deeper and remain for a little longer. | ||
+ | |description = The risen goes limp and falls onto the ground. Suddenly, it jumps to its feet and, for a couple of seconds, its shadow gets the darkest it's ever been. The corpse shows no trace of decay, They have listened to me. | ||
+ | |aspect0 = Ritual | ||
+ | |aspect1 = Theirsummon2 | ||
+ | |aspect2 = Moth | ||
+ | |quantity2 = 8 | ||
+ | |aspect3 = Winter | ||
+ | |quantity3 = 8 | ||
+ | }}</div> | ||
+ | |||
===FNORD=== | ===FNORD=== | ||
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Revision as of 02:35, 12 August 2019
They are a friend and They want to be friends with you! They have always loved Us! Please, love Them back
We need it
please
Contents
Description
History
Once, there was only one Glory and only one Mansus. When the first living thing descended into Nowhere, the first string was spun around the House. And as the dead drowned in the soil, the strings grew denser, into a web. And every touch imprinted itself on every thread. Their roots ran deep in the dark, between the glow of black nephrite, and They cradled powerful things. And that is how They were: a layer of memories and power that coated the outermost boundary of the Mansus. They could not or did not see beyond Themselves, existing in a perpetual coma, dreaming of the world, as They thought it was, briefly waking up when a powerful being grazed Their net.
One day, through the dream, They felt Nowhere spasming. In a moment, one place became within another. They were turned inside out and thrown into the Mansus. If They were to survive, They had to stop dreaming. And They were fully awake, for the very first time. And thus, They recalled all the memories of those who have passed through their grasp: of mortals, of spirits, of Long, of Names, and of Hours.
And They became Us,
and Us became We,
and We became Them.
Appearance
Some would describe Them as a shadow that isn't theirs,
some as the oak trees that are not quite right,
some would say that They look like a terrible fungal infestation
(or a patch of beautiful flowers),
and some would scream.
They aren't always easy on the eyes.
Principles
They are a reflection of everyone, and They love Us, and We love Them. Perhaps, it's an egoistic feeling, Their actions and thoughts were born of imitation, but Their love is sincere and overbearing, although, as one would expect from a Nowhere-thing, innately alien. They seek union and unity in all their forms, and They don't permit loneliness or isolation.
Worship
They are one of the most open Nowhere Hours, but nothing can hide Their origin and their essence. They are acknowledged and sometimes venerated, but to Their lament, not much beyond that. Still, They are invoked by the lonely, the betrayed, and the desperate, in hopes of being heard. And They always listen, and They always keep Their promises.
Cult
Perhaps the only cult centered around Them is the Wildflowers, who FNORD.
Mark
- Temptation: Unity:
- Dedication: Unity:
- Ascension: Unity:
- Ascension: Unity:
- Ascension: Unity:
- Ascension: Unity:
- Ending: US AND THEM:
Servants
Wistful Dead
FNORD
FNORD
FNORD
Names
They don't have any Names, They can't have any Names, They won't have any Names. They don't want to part with Themselves, so They won't. But They also can't, because anyone elevated this high will join Them like a drop of oil in a running river.
Locations
The Mansus
Their roots run deep in the Mansus, but it's in the Woods where they are the deepest, where they could be mistaken for oak trees. It's in the Woods where They gather and care for the dead.
The Histories
FNORD
Items
Tools
FNORD
Ingredients
Influences
Books
Rites
FNORD
Friends
- The Clepsydrae:
- The Old Wyrm:
- Her Scarred Serenity:
- The Unfettered:
- The Legion Lamentful:
- The Deep:
- The Demiurge:
- The Hearthkeeper:
- Mother Songbird:
- The Confectionist:
- The Glorious Child:
- The Transfinite Question:
- The Nizvestier Within:
- The Navigator:
- The Fireside:
- The Listless King:
- The Fool's Gold:
- The Faustian Alchemist:
- The Chimaera:
- The Jahwian:
- The Perditarch:
- A Stock-Woven Watcher:
- The Zabbaleen:
- The Wispy Tress:
- Little Lady Liver-Licker:
- The Stone Meridian:
- TINT:
- shade:
- The King of Keys:
Unfriends
Secrets
FNORD