The Symphony Unending

The Symphony Unending
""We call upon the Wind-That-Sings, directing the orchestra of life...""
Origin	Old From-Light
Titles	The Wind-That-Sings, The Voice Incandescent, The Sound Over The Wall.
Names	[WIP]
Aspects
Date of arrival	As old as the First Glory.
Owner(s)	Nephilim

The Symphony Unending (Also known as The Wind-That-Sings, The Voice Incandescent and The Sound Over The Wall) is a Heart-Lantern Wild God Hour created by Nephilim. He is the literal spirit of language and song, and back in the times of the Old Glory, he spoke for it.

Description

The Symphony is sound. It is the music of mortals, and of gods. It is the language of the Divine given form. He is associated with birds, frogs, wind and the sea.

=History

[WIP]

Appearance

The Symphony is, quite literally, sound. He is made entirely of sound. What each person hears in his presence is different, and unique to their personality. However, it is divinity made sound, and its incomprehensible nature will slowly drive most mortals mad upon hearing it. The deaf are immune.

It can also, rarely, take visual forms. The two most common are that of a young man with the tail of a tadpole and golden skin, eyes and hair, who is dressed like an orchestra conductor, and a golden lyrebird made of sparkling wind.

Principles

Music, Joy, Light, Perseverance. And, to an extent, Control.

Worship

Cult

The Symphony is often worshipped by musicians, songwriters, public speakers and all those who make use of its gifts.

The Gilded Society The primary cult worshipping the Wind-That-Sings is this one. It's mostly composed of lone artists seeking a greater purpose.

Mark

1. Temptation: Desire: I have heard the Song of the Wind. It has charmed me, in a way i cannot comprehend.
2. Dedication: Desire: I have decided to become a part of the Symphony Unending.

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1. Ascension: Desire: I've begun to notice sounds i couldn't before. I hear the lyrics of bird-songs and frog-croaks. I know this to be the First Mark.
2. Ascension: Desire: My voice has begun to change, and now, others can only stare and obey when i speak. I hunger for the music i haven't heard.
3. Ascension: Desire: I find myself drawn to the melody of the ocean's waves. My skin becomes soft, slippery, scaled. The face in the mirror appears ever young and vigorous.
4. Ascension: Desire: I serenade the Moon awaiting my ascension. Bridges of sound and string unite my legs, and my hair twists into the curious shapes of a bird's wings.
5. The Charmed Sea: I've become a part of the Voice Incandescent's choir. The spectators lay mesmerized by the slow, graceful movements of my tail swaying to the rhythm. For the first time, i am complete.

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1. Ascension: Desire: I've begun to notice sounds i couldn't before. I hear the lyrics of bird-songs and frog-croaks. I know this to be the First Mark.
2. Ascension: Desire: My voice has begun to change, and now, others can only stare and obey when i speak. I hunger for the music i haven't heard.
3. Ascension: Desire: I find myself drawn to the melody of the marsh. My skin becomes slimy and full of colourful patterns as my legs begin to stretch...
4. Ascension: Desire: I serenade the Moon awaiting my ascension. Webbing of sound and string unites my toes and fingers, and I've found new fins behind my ears.
5. The Leaping Marsh: I've become a part of the Voice Incandescent's choir. The spectators stare in curiosity at my toad-eyes and the markings on my body. For the first time, i am complete.

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1. Ascension: Desire: I've begun to notice sounds i couldn't before. I hear the lyrics of bird-songs and frog-croaks. I know this to be the First Mark.
2. Ascension: Desire: My voice has begun to change, and now, others can only stare and obey when i speak. I hunger for the music i haven't heard.
3. Ascension: Desire: I find myself drawn to the melody of the clouds. My skin becomes rough and scaly as i notice little patches of feathers throughout...
4. Ascension: Desire: I serenade the Moon awaiting my ascension. Wings of sound and string spread from my hips, and i hold the ritual instruments in my new talons.
5. The Boundless Sky: I've become a part of the Voice Incandescent's choir. The spectators stare in awe at the splendour of my complete wingspan, and the variety of my cries. For the first time, i am complete.

Servants

The Iron Aria

The Iron Aria

'"Come to me, let my voice reforge you into something new and beautiful..."'

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9

Summon a bold Name-emanation of the Wind-That-Sings

The candles are set, the influences are felt, and the ritual-room smells of iron and coal...

The Iron Aria speaks with unexpected grace, as her toad-like gaze pierces into my soul. Perhaps i must change indeed, but not now.

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The Starry Sonata

The Starry Sonata

'"Oh, let me take you to the depths of your desire!"'

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12

9

Summon a joyful Name-emanation of the Voice Incandescent

The candles are set, the influences are felt, and the ritual-room smells of wine and sea...

The Starry Sonata is quiet upon answering her call, but her sharply smile has not left her face. A word from her could claim your mind, but with difficulty she contains her bubbly remarks.

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The Silent Orchestra

The Silent Orchestra

'"It is something strange, something hazardous. If only, it could be heard..."'

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9

12

Summon one of the darker Name-emanations of the Sound Behind The Wall

The candles are set, the influences are felt, and the ritual-room smells of frost and perfume...

The Silent Orchestra is many, but it is few. You do not hear the music. It plays for all, yet it cannot be heard. You do not hear the music. Keep denying it, if you wish to keep your sanity.

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The Feasting Serenade

The Feasting Serenade

'"Sing to me, surrender your most beautiful melodies..."'

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Summon a voracious Name-emanation of the Symphony Unending

The candles are set, the influences are felt, and the ritual-room smells of humidity and fine cheese...

The Feasting Serenade is a song of love, but also betrayal and devouring. It feeds on the ambiance, savoring each note as if it were the last. Its talon will not leave your hand.

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Locations

The Mansus

The Concert Hall

A colourful, 18th-century theatre in the Frontier. A sweet song can always be heard from within, even from beyond the Wall.

The Histories

[WIP]

Items

Tools

• The Old Geezer's Shovel
  • Aspects: 12 12

Ingredients

• The Template's Brain Juice
  • Aspects: 1 1

Influences

• A Chill in the Hair (Don't get too greedy with these. Stick to one or two max)
  • Aspect: 71

Books

• The book of cookie recipes
  • Description: It's an old book, okay? A dusty old tome? Made out of cookie batter somehow.
  • Start Text: This is the tale of the skeleton warriors.
  • End Text: The skeleton warriors theme song refuses to leave your mind.
  • Gives: Stuff goes here. Usually lore. Sometimes languages. Sometimes things get really weird. Feel free to get creative.

Rites

• Making of the Hours
  • Description: Ancient ritual conceived by the spooky boys of Uh-Shekel.
  • Requires: Rites are the more unique bits of Cultist Simulator. They may require tools, objects, lores, living beings, and so on. Some of the items used for the rite may be destroyed, and proper aspects are needed. Do specify all the details!
  • Gives: Glorious boons. From summoning to spawning items to other beneficial effects.

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Secrets

• The Template is actually the second coming of Big Clive and your life is a lie.
• It also never liked cookies.
• And it writes steamy fanfics.