They

They are a friend and They want to be friends with you! They have always loved Us! Please, love Them back

They
"We call upon Them, whose roots run deep under the skin."
Origin	God-from-Nowhere
Titles	Them We Us
Names	none
Aspects
Date of arrival	During the Collision, but also long before, and, perhaps, long after
Owner(s)	worm architect

We need it

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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, 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

Cult

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Mark

1. Temptation: FNORD:
2. Dedication: FNORD:
3. Ascension: FNORD:
4. Ascension: FNORD:
5. Ascension: FNORD:
6. Ascension: FNORD:
7. Ending: FNORD:

Servants

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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

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The Mansus

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The Histories

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Items

Tools

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Ingredients

Lilyblood

The precise color of the hours when the air is brimming with wistfulness, and fickle things refuse to end.

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dust

no touchy

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Influences

A Murmur

Passions pull at the feet; hands yearn to feel full.

2

A Call

The chest swells with blood; the world swells with color.

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A Holler

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A Scream

but for now I will remain

in many selves

in many notions

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Books

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Rites

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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

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