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, 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

1. Temptation: Unity:
2. Dedication: Unity:
3. Ascension: Unity:
4. Ascension: Unity:
5. Ascension: Unity:
6. Ascension: Unity:
7. Ending: US AND THEM:

Servants

Wistful Dead

Wistful Dead

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.

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Call on Them to raise a corpse to half-life

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.

The corpse jitters to its feet, its muscles tense up once again. Darkness clings to it like mist. I have created a Wistful Risen.

Corpse

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Call on Them to renew the Wistful Dead

Their roots will inevitably withdraw from beneath this one's skin. I cannot prevent this, but I can ask Them to push a little deeper and remain for a little longer.

The risen goes limp and falls onto the ground. Suddenly, it springs up, 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.

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The Oaken

The Oaken

Its hands are branches, its eyes are ponds, its voice is the trill of songbirds.

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Summon one of Their more significant shards

I need to muster enough Heart to match its unrelenting ardor and enough Winter to quell its inner storm.

In the Woods, the Oaken is towering, but here, in the Wake, it takes a much more humble form. Still, one shouldn't touch it.

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Request a Stay of Execution

The residents of the Mansus are not subject to the ills of the flesh. Some of them, sometimes, can extend their protection to those of us trapped out here in the Wake.

The Oaken embraces me with the dancer's grace, but with the blacksmith's grip. I feel something inside me diminish. "We have done what there is to be done," it says. Perhaps this will be enough.

Wild Lessons

If I give myself to the frenzy, I will learn a wild lesson.

The Oaken opens its skin of bark like a book and reveals carvings on its wooden flesh. "Tonight we will be both the teacher and the student," it proclaims.

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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

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

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Items

Tools

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Ingredients

Lilyblood

Anything that comes in contact with this bright, viscous liquid soaks up its color like a sponge.

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Trapezuntine Dust

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Influences

A Murmur

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

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A Call

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

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A Holler

Hues blend into flesh; thoughts

leak out

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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 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

• The Scoriantheme:
• Its Incarnadine Virulence:
• The Harrower:

Secrets

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