The Mosqueteer is the hour of Mosquitos, addiction, memory and Labirynths. He guards The Pools of Blood, where all of the forgotten memories condense into blood, and he harvests them.
| The Mosqueteer | |
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| Origin | Stone |
| Titles | The Mosquito, The Gourmand, The Banqueteer |
| Names | THE HIVE |
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| Date of arrival | Long before The Firekeeper |
| Owner(s) | User:Doktor |
Contents
Description
History
The Template manifested from the Glory's old grandma and guides all aspirants since that day.
Appearance
He is said to take form of both a man and a mosquito, with beauty that makes sanity dissapear and blood denaturate. He is always surrounded by swarms of giant Mosquitos, but the buzzing comes only from him.
Principles
The Mosqueteer lords over Mosquitos, their addiction to blood and the memories that are contained in it.
Worship
Cult
The Beekeepers are a cult devoted to harvesting, tasting and distilling of all kinds of essences. Most of the mortals that worship him come from upper class, pushed into searching for new pleasures by ennui. They are often good at hiding their beliefs from The Order, forming secret societies some of which have lasted millenia.
Mark
- Temptation: Melange: I could experience things, which variety is unimaginable to others
- Dedication: Melange: I have dedicated myself to the immortal pursuit of variety.
- Ascension: Melange: I drank The Mead and now I Remember. I feel the taste of those who surround me and my mouth craves blood.
- Ascension: Melange: My appendages have grown longer and thinner, I can smell taste and see blood
- Ascension: Melange: Now I can only drink things that contain blood, and those around me hear constant buzzing
- Ascension: Melange: There are mosquitos that burrow inside me, laying their eggs in my lungs, feeding my stomach with blood they harvest.
- Ending: I have been bloated with blood and expiriences, until i burst like an egg, releasing all of them. They wander around The Wake and The Fansus, reaching all the histories, and the deepest frontier until they converge again, in the birting ponds at The Hedge. My new body is beatiful in its multitude, magnificent in its hunger. I will not grow old. I will fly The Hedge, feasting, growing. Perhaps I will rebel. Perhaps, one day, I will rise even higher.
Servants
Names
The Old Geezer
Locations
The Mansus
The Hedge
The Mosqueteers domain is The Hedge, deep in the frontier, where flowers have blood instead of nectar, which scent gets more and more alluring.
The Histories
The year was 285124 and the template did a thing that was important.
Items
Tools
- The Old Geezer's Shovel
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Ingredients
- The Blood-Honey
- Aspects: 6
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Influences
- A Chill in the Hair (Don't get too greedy with these. Stick to one or two max)
- Aspect:
71
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Books
- The book of cookie recipes
- Description: It's an old book, okay? A dusty old tome? Made out of cookie batter somehow.
- 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
- The Template is actually the second coming of Big Clive and your life is a lie.
- It also never liked cookies.
- And it writes steamy fanfics.