The Hour called Our Lady of Scars is not as she was, before the Collision. She has been scarred and reduced by the sacrifice she made, to save the Hours and the twin Mansi. She fully expected to die, but she lived. She does not regret what she did, nor what she didn't. Now, she is the patron of the wounded, the scarred, and the mutilated, invoked in moments of weakness and futility. She does not grant strength, not as her father does, though she wishes she could. She grants determination, resolve, the power to persist another day and another day and another day. She also grants the wisdom to know when strength and resolve are futile, when it is better to flee or to cease.
| Her Scarred Serenity | |
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| "Unlike what my father may tell you, there may in fact be prices too great" | |
| Origin | Light |
| Titles | Our Lady of Scars |
| Names | Her Last Scholar |
| Aspects |
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| Date of arrival | Long before the Collision. |
| Owner(s) | A Blessed Feline |
She does ask for small things in exchange, however, though she wishes she didn't need to. A breath here, taken directly from the lungs. A heartbeat there, taken directly from the heart. A twitch in the muscles, as she needs to move more than you need to move, in that moment. She is very sorry.
Contents
History
Apocalypse
Appearance
Her Scarred Serenity primarily appears as an elderly woman, scarred, blindfolded, and clothed in rags. She sits on the cold stone slab intended to be her tomb, attended by servants and kept live through strong magic. She may also appear as a large black bird, blindfolded and incapable of flight.
Principles
Worship
Cults
Servants
Rao, The Last Scholar
Servants
Locations
The Fansus
The Histories
The Summit Monastery:
Items
Tools
Stigmata 12: There are wounds too deep for even Her Scarred Serenity to heal, ones she splits into pieces and gives to her followers to bear.
As a gift: It cannot be healed, only given further. Keep it somewhere where the bleeding won't get in the way
Immaculate Corpse 12:
Ingredients
Influences
Books
Accounts from the Deluge: The Predictions We Made The first of three enigmatic scrapbooks by "Straggler"
Before reading: A combined scrapbook and travelogue by the enigmatic "Straggler". The first volume, written before the Deluge, gathers a haphazard variety of seemingly meaningless and unconnected texts, including receipts, notes, and shopping lists.
After reading: As one progresses through the gathered nonsense, first patterns and then prophecies slowly begin to emerge as Straggler's intent becomes clear. There is no doubt Straggler was an occultist, there is no doubt they knew about Deluge before it happened, and there is no doubt they tried to warn others through this book.
Yields: 
2, Dread
Accounts from the Deluge: The Precautions We Took The second of three enigmatic scrapbooks by "Straggler"
Before reading: A combined scrapbook and travelogue by the enigmatic "Straggler". The second volume, written during the Deluge, gathers a wide variety of seemingly unconnected means people used to protect themselves against the Deluge, including routines, superstitions, and aphorisms.
After reading: As one progresses through the gathered rabble, first patterns and then rituals slowly begin to emerge as Straggler's intent becomes clear. There is no doubt Straggler knew how to protect themselves, there is no doubt they tried to save others, and there is no doubt they, at least to some degree, failed.
Yields: 4, Dread
Accounts from the Deluge: The Losses We Endured The third of three enigmatic scrapbooks by "Straggler"
A combined scrapbook and travelogue by the enigmatic "Straggler". The third volume, written shortly after the Deluge, gathers a wide variety of seemingly unconnected ways people mourned those they lost, including funerary speeches, tombstone inscriptions, and poems.
After reading: As one progresses through the gathered mourning, first patterns and then laments slowly begin to emerge as Straggler's intent becomes clear. There is no doubt Straggler mourned Her Scarred Serenity, there is no doubt they knew they were dying as well, and there is no doubt they wrote the book as penance for their failures, in an attempt to enter the service of that scarred Hour.
Yields: 6, Dread
The Last-Word Tantra:
Before Translation: Enigmatic musings by the deaf monk Atzak concerning a single word once spoken to him by his mentor, in Sanskrit.'
After Translation: A series of warnings, meditative exercises, and protective rites one needs to preform to safely read a "Word of Words", which Atzak claims is important to understand "The grandmother of languages".
Before reading: "The Glory is dead. The goddess Vak is dead. Our Lady is dead. But yet, she will protect the Monastery from the Deluge, as she protects the body from the wound during surgery, as she protects the soul from evil during Mansus-dreams, and as she will protect the mind from the Word I will record. Here are the rites of protection..."
After reading: "Many words can protect, but this one needs to be protected against. Few corpses contain words, but this word contains a corpse. All languages contain words, but this word contains a language. Herein, the grave of threefold Vak, the goddess, the word, and the language."
Yields: Scholar: Vak