Am-Henuset, the Musician
Called the First Wave and the Dream-Eater, Am-Henuset is the first musician, who first coaxed music and the magic of Nomenclature from dead matter. They are arrogant, and wear like a cloak the fact that they - alone of their brothers - attempted to dissuade the course of action which led to the great betrayal. They have a fatherly affection for those who accept them as muse, but a hatred of those who reject them - and little love for the Philosopher or their minions. They teach the secrets of mystical music, and their students can wring symphonies from poured sand, and break minds with a rattle.
Hakkar-Zoser, the Keeper
Most primal of the Temakh, Hakkar-Zoser deals in the wordless, primordial sensations evoked by ritual and revelation. They rejected Irem, and many times suggested that the Shan'iatu tear it down and return to the wild, but nevertheless found themselves tethered to it, as a shadow is tethered to the foot. The Hive-Soul is wild, unpredictable and utterly dismissive of civilized niceties, seeking the primal power within the heart. Father Scarab teaches the secrets of ritual, revelation and self-transformation, and his disciples can bridge the divide between men and beasts and tear open the howling heart of humankind to reveal what lairs within.
Kehetkhat, the Dancer
Kehetkhat seeks self-annihilation, to live up to their title of the Vessel of Celestial Motion and express the primal power of the cosmos through dance and physical embodiment. They were the physically-strongest of the Temakh, able to shake the earth with their tread and fall like lightning upon mind, body and soul as the Thundering Cage. Their disciples once shared their fervor in full, performing the Nomenclature with their entire bodies, but time has worn away some of that passion. Nevertheless, they remain the masters of certain arts of embodiment and possession, trapping and making use of ghosts and spirits as few others can.
Neshebsut, the Philosopher
Called the Thousand Eyes in One and the Void-in-Hand, the Philosopher questions all. Through their rhetorical art, they dissect the universe to find its truest essences, and in so doing deconstruct the very pillars of empire and society. One who listens to the Philosopher will have her faith murdered and her eyes opened to the vast and uncaring cosmos. Their students follow this course as well, destroying structures which stand in the way of the true insights they seek - but the secrets they learn along this path can excise souls and certainty alike.
Nephir Un-Ankh, the Poet
Perhaps the most demanding of the Temakh, the Verse That Speaks Itself wishes nothing less than control - of their servants, and of the world. Fortunately, their attention is as fragmented and incoherent as any of the Temakh, but when they can focus, they demand demands obedience. The Tale Without End has mastered the power of the spoken word; the Utterances were its creation, or so it claims. With the power of their words they are born and born again, and can command the very will of others.
Siranuthis, the Singer
Close kin to the Musician, the Voice of Forever cares little for subtlety. They can often seem reticent or reserved, preferring not to act until the opportune moment. When they choose to unleash their power, however, it arises from their open maw like a gale, a pillar of flame, the very death-scream of a god. The art of the Howling Stone is song, sigh and scream, regardless of words or musical accompaniment. Their Deceived share in their temperament, often fading into the background until their moment comes, whereupon their arias can shatter souls as much as glass.
Tutkepertanu, the Painter
The Painter is also called the Truth-Maker, and for good reason. Their mission is to depict truth, to open the eyes of mortals to the true shape of the world. Often that requires allegory; there are hues mortal eyes cannot perceive, and sights which are not wholesome to the mind. Even cloaked in metaphor, however, truth is truth, and the Image of Primordial Woe depicts it - or transforms reality to conform to its image. Its servants have learnt this power as well, and can wring beauty and horror from mud and gypsum and depict the soul in painting-form.