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Revision as of 06:30, 11 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
Oh, but They love you! Oh, but They're FNORD!
Worship
Cult
FNORD
Mark
- Temptation: FNORD:
- Dedication: FNORD:
- Ascension: FNORD:
- Ascension: FNORD:
- Ascension: FNORD:
- Ascension: FNORD:
- Ending: FNORD:
Servants
FNORD
Names
FNORD
Locations
FNORD
The Mansus
FNORD
The Histories
FNORD
Items
Tools
FNORD
Ingredients
Influences
Books
FNORD
Rites
FNORD
Friends
- The Clepsydrae:
- The Old Wyrm:
- Her Scarred Serenity:
- The Unfettered:
- The Harrower:
- The Legion Lamentful:
- The Scoriantheme:
- 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:
- They:
Secrets
FNORD