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Endbringer QUEST | The Last Among Beasts!
Worm
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Come...
You awake, your mind clouded with the haze of chaos... the stark confusion of will that comes from the depths of slumber though the ancient cold while a broken lullaby etches away at the edge of your senses. You feel the creep of energy flood though obsidian veins, even as you adjust to the warm of a terrestrial embrace once more. You have not been planet side in hundreds of Millennia.
Challenge...
You hear it calling; the alien hot need, forged in a world awash with abundance... you feel the vital throb of command. It is a taste of void and ash. You remember your ancient creed, one of many packed in as grand cells against a wall of cells, consuming all resources till every world was covered. But now you are here in this rich/fresh place, so full of vitality and power... you remember the careful caress of the group mind, its work meticulous and complete as it turned its attentions to your form, crafting and shaping it with absolute intimacy. You remember the satisfaction of your completion, yet another tool in its arsenal made... every one of them a grim mirror of things the dominant sentients of the planet both worshiped and feared.
Want/Desire/Need...
Stored away your crafted forms were launched to barren worlds for storage, your hungry shards sent the same places each to sup upon the stores of energy inherent planet side a living world. Each of you would hold a purpose in the creator's grand design, each one made to meet with her objectives to understand her desires, and to fight as her hand in shaping the conflicts to come. She made you mightier than needed be, but gives you ways to adjust yourself. You are her weapon against fragmentation, her sword of unity... and you are the last of those crafted. The creator stares into the dream of a distant tomorrow... her powers crafting you directly as she stares, watching her future plans unfold she makes you her last contingency. You are to be her perfected touch to her perfected world... Until all things go wrong with the world at once.
STRONGER... must be STRONGER...
There was a jolt... the world lurched all at once as the creator broke against the planet which she came to conquer... Her all Seeing Eye cast too far into the future to know that the present was a danger. Her eager need for the incredible value of the new shard which she'd gained clouding judgement to the point of reckless suicide. And even as she impacted, the nano-seconds ticking by, you felt something strange stir within you an evil sound to that which could not hear, a wicked light to that which could not see... the ominous darkness... inherent in the path towards the end and in that you know yourself damaged, broken... poisoned. You feel yourself suffering the dire effects of catastrophic collapse echoing across your form even as you are flung though your waiting launch portal due to the impact. Damaged and bereft of the mother you slumber.
Need More, NOT STRONG ENOUGH... UNLOCK REBUILD UNLEASH...
Again you feel it. That Parasite tingle, that wierdling touch which is akin but alien to the mother creator. The small soft thing who commands as the mother would is mixed, jumbled and confused. Its mind cries out for a challenge... its mind calls out to save those who fall in the midst of such challenges. It is... strange. The creator crafted you in a manner not akin to your brethren. You were made of her perfect vision you were sculpted in manner far stranger than your sibling shards... crafted in a manner halfway between an idol and an emulation of the alien things.
...AWAKE.CHALLENGE.FIGHT.UNLOCK.MORE.COME.AT.ME!ARISE...
You arise.
And in your mind cold intellect runs, there a mission. There is an objective... and the broken song prods on even as you take stock of what you are... of how the mother has crafted you, shaped you, and unleashed your potential.
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Alien/Curiosity/Strangeness~
An unfamiliar emulation begins... directing your mind to examine your body for no reason beyond that it desired to know. The very idea of desire is alien to your existence, it is a thing of the Creator and the Unmaker... it is a thing which you could not identify with any true directive... there is much missing from the impact of the crash, cracks healed over which burned the bridges of memory away...
But you know at your depths, the shard(s) from which you were crafted... and slowly the greater part of yourself recovers and digs in to the world upon which you'd fallen. Even as the lesser you learns more about its power and begins to journey towards its purpose.
Choose 2 Shards:
[]Crafter (Served as entity shard customization shard)
[]Warp (Allowed the entities manipulate space for its circulatory systems)
[]Integrator (Allows disparate functions to work smoothly together no matter their distance apart.)
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Administration
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Link Node
[]Preserver (Manipulates time to 'harden' defenses against otherwise catastrophic attack)
[]Liar (Aggressive editor shard, allowing an entity powerful camouflage functions and mimicry of systems)
[]Adaptor (Aggressive editor shard which allows an entity to rapidly search its information libraries for solutions)
[]Investigator (Allows the entity to 'fill in missing information' at all levels of interaction)
[] Customize your own Shard/s (Name it, give me a functionality it would have served in the entity, and how it achieved the effect)