The Centriole

The Centriole
"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
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

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

Why bother worshipping a fallen idol? Why not lend it a hand instead?

Cult

The Centriole may not be there to guide them anymore, but Our Thunder's Humble Messengers will not cease their Search.

Mark

A scar on the skin.

Then on the world.

Servants

Names

Kertap the Old, who leads the many.

Locations

The Mansus

Nothing remains.

The Histories

Nothing matters.

Items

Tools

Broken_not.

Ingredients

Wasted_not.

Influences

Dispelled_not.

Books

Burned_not.

Rites

Forgotten_not.

Relationships

Unmade_not.