The Ink

”The Ink, the Scient, the Many-Armed Author is the Hour of writers, archivists, and storytellers. With a hundred quills, its passage through the House is marked by tracks of its scrawling, rambling calligraphy. Herein is a practice that may find some truth amongst its manifold fictions...”
-The Pen, Indelible by Dubedat Locke

The Ink
""I have that on record. Probably. Somewhere.""
Origin	Flesh
Titles	The Scient, The Ever Writer, The Many-Armed Author
Names	The Head Secretarian, 'Jos. Cz', Dubedat Locke, Secretarian Yossarius
Aspects
Date of arrival	The Death of the Panopticon
Owner(s)	Leathy Kocktail (Link to your user page here, for example, Leathy Kocktail)

Contents

Description

Appearance

Principles

History

Before He Knew

"It is said the Scient was one of many who tended a great library. In his history, it didn't burn, but simply fell to ruin and neglect. He stayed in the rubble, writing until his dreams led him to become Long."
-'The Pen, Indelible', Dubedat Locke
One day, a scholar decided to put pigment to parchment. Even as their dreams grew strange and a light started to shine from a fiercer place, that scholar did not stop writing. Everything they saw, everything they thought, all streamed into one furious line of ink, charcoal, chalk, and even blood if it was required. He wrote his way into becoming Long with the fervor of his writings.

Name-dom

Ascention

Worship

"My delight is in the written and the document, the memo and the parchment. His joy is the act of writing and the act of writing is my joy."
-What to Do With Paper by Jos. Cz

Cult

The Co-Writer's Covenant dedicate themselves to fervent writer's salons and the hoarding of all texts, and interpreting the nonsense that comes of both pursuits.

Servants

• The Secretarians

"With his many Arms, the Author lifted up the Beasts of the Wood to stand, to speak, and read as Humanity does. In gratitude, they are his editors, his assistants, his secretaries. They always bear the faces of the furred beasts: the rodent, the canine, the feline, the animals found in the countryside. I have found they appreciate pats considerably less then their counterparts outside of the House."
-The Pen, Indelible, Dubedat Locke

"I never truly liked [Secretarians]. Intelligence gave them airs of sophistication that I've never much cared for, even before my arrival. They do serve well as entertainment, however. There is a way to distract them from their duties, if you've the right bait..."
-What to Do with Paper, Jos. Cz

The Secretarians are animals who find their way into the Wood of the Mansus, and are uplifted to immortal spirits by the Ink. They claim to be human, all go by the name 'Secretarian', and (almost) all are fiercely loyal to maintaining the cleanliness and organization of the Scriptorium. All Secretarians put special care into their fashion and presentation, although they often appear about 50 years behind the current fashion and may fudge some details.
The Ink is fairly lackadaisical and hands off (So to speak) with his servants, their true master being the Head Secretarian. When a Secretarian finds themself in opposition with the Head, they either choose to leave the Scriptorium forever, or are forced by a breach of 'code'.

Names

• The Head Secretarian - - A Jackal-Headed scholar who leads the effort to curate the work in the Scriptorium. He has read more of the Ink's work than anything living, or dead. He is a very busy Dog-Person, but may spare you some time if treated with respect. The Head Secretarian is not known for his humility.
• "Jos. Cz" - - Somewhere in the marked halls of the Scriptorium is a woman who built and destroyed lives with her correspondences. Her poetry and prose wets the appetites of even the strongest mortals, and many are lost in her eternal letters of longing. If you catch her attention correctly, she may send you such a letter.
• The Editorius - - Upon wings of parchment, the Editorius rises with the thinest of blades to cut down the darlings of the writer. They are viscious. They are unforgiving. They are one of the judges that which all those who wish to enter the Ink's service must appease before they are graced.

Longs

• Dubedat Locke - - Once a distractable and eccentric playwright of ambition, his writings tell of far off places and fantastical journeys, horrid beasts and a terrifying Wood. Be careful about his publications, lest you fall in. Newly Long, he is eager to speak of his many imagined paths with anyone who would listen.

Locations

The Mansus

The Scriptorium

The Scriptorium’s spires are only of the finest, diamond hard paper mache. They rise from the Edifice, just below the reach of the Arbory, covered in the scaffolding of the lesser Know. They seek to learn of the Ink’s secrets.

The Many Armed Author leaves the door open to all when he passes. As many as could safely be allowed streamed into the paper lined walls, the infinite halls of bookshelves and reference guide. The Last Library was open, much to the Secretarians’ chagrin.

In the tower's cavernous chambers and winding staircases, all can hear the quiet whispers of writing implements scratching upon every conceivable surface and material. Cutting the ambient skittering of quill across parchment is the fervent discussions of the all of the Scriptorium's inhabitants. Secretarians heckled the Long for their drafts, Know followed single run-on sentences that stretched from outside the gates to into deep within its non-euclidean structures. It always smells of freshly printed paper, the acrid waft of ink, and the iron of blood and sweat shed through impossibly hard work and impassioned projects. Within one of the larger departments of the cathedral like tower, a space filled with shelves and desks from every era of literacy, works the tower's Master.

Books

• The Zeroth Indictment (Indictments correspond to hour number. Everyone gets one but you can have more books than just that)
  • Description: It's an old book, okay? A dusty old tome? Made out of...flesh? What the.
  • 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

• In a History where life was Fleeting but Intense, a soldier named Λυσανδρος visited a scholar at a Library often. The only times the scholar left the Library was to walk along the harbor with the soldier.
• A scholar once had a little tabby cat he cared for. their name was λίγος. The scholar tried to name them אבי, but it didn't stick.
• No one knows why the Secretarian's are all so fiercely loyal to their Master. Except for the Head Secretarian.