| The Centriole | |
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| "We call upon the Centriole, who is revolving; who hides and preserves; who cannot be extinguished." | |
| Origin | God-from-Stone |
| Titles |
The Monolith The First Thought The Word Unwritten |
| Names | Kertap the Old |
| Aspects |
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| Date of arrival | Long before the dawn of man |
| Owner(s) | worm architect |
| The Centriole, our thunderous annalist, is gone, but not forgotten, | but notnotnotnotnotnot | |||
| is revolving | but notnotnotnotnotnot | |||
| is deep | but not forgotten | |||
| and maybe they remain | yet |
Contents
Description
History
The Centriole was here, always. Until it was no longer.
When the Houses collided, it clung on, it made a sacrifice, a desperate attempt. And it survived.
But not for long. It was devoured. Though, it knew when to honor the Feast and when to honor the Birth. She devoured it, but was devoured in return.
As its last gambit, the Centriole went Nowhere, marking the beginning of the Search.
It is not alive, it is not dead, it is revolving still. One day, perhaps, it will come back.
They have to know. It has to tell them.
They have to know. It has to tell them.
They have to know. It has to tell them.
THEY HAVE TO KNOW. IT HAS TO TELL THEM.
THEY HAVE TO KNOW IT HAS TO TELL THEM
THEY HAVE TO KNOW IT HAS TO TELL THEM
Appearance
Entwined, cylindrical, organic, plentiful. That was the Centriole. May it never stop spinning.
Principles
Secret Histories, for the mysteries, secrets, and hidden truths of the world that it collects.
Heart, for its desire to preserve and pass them on.
Worship
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Cult
The Centriole may not be there to guide them anymore, but Our Thunder's Humble Messengers will not cease their Search.
Mark
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Servants
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Names
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Locations
The Mansus
Nothing remains.
The Histories
Nothing matters.
Items
Tools
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Ingredients
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Influences
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Books
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Rites
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Relationships
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