Coming out of some discussion from the Exalted Discord... oh, a while ago, I've been poking at this write-up for Isidoros's fetich for a while.
I'm not entirely happy with this and definitely feel she's less of a success than Iudicavisse or Noh, but at this point, it's publish or discard and I don't think she's bad enough to discard.
Demon of the Third Circle
Fetich Soul of Isidoros
When two layers of the Demon City slam together, whole regions are laid to waste. Sometimes these layers fuse into one, but more often they rebound and in this motion the devastation is pulled up into the space between. While it remains in those spaces, it falls under the jurisdiction of Accrevit, she who is the heart of the black boar Isidoros. She exists in many places within Hell. The greatest and oldest of her coalescences rings the sky-rending presence of her greater self, who constantly feeds on the rubble and ruin she has gathered, but she can be found in other places, such as where a titanic hoof has torn through a layer and thrown a pillar of ejecta taller than the Imperial Mountain.
There are great cities in the clouds of debris she rules within the spaces between the layers; their names include Ji Suda, Kashame, Fusu, and what remains of Decanthus which was thrown into Hell by its sun-blessed master in judgement and recently fell out of her orbit. They are all Accrevit. The demons who swarm across her are caught in an endless work to avoid falling back to Malfeas or being caught up in Isidoros's wake and being utterly destroyed. Some poor souls here gaze too deeply into the Black Boar when he comes close, and their eyes forever see his midnight universe; the most unfortunate here learn terrible wisdom and must in their blindness be wary of the eyes of Orabilis who look for illicit sorcerers.
Accrevit takes the human form of a tall, dark-skinned woman dressed in archaic stone armour. When she removes her helm a great mane of blue-white hair escapes, decorated with beads of polished jet and bright amber. Her greatshield is formed of ten thousand roughly-formed rocks orbiting its obsidian boss; her spear is a shaft of terrible dull red light forged by her own hand. She hides her light-devouring pupils and burning irises behind dark glasses or masks, and that is for the best, for to meet her gaze is to see what dwells in the midnight world-lines that lie on the other side of the Black Boar. When she walks the soil of Creation all lines of perspective fall towards her, slowly at first but growing the longer she lingers. There are ancient roads in far-off corners of Creation that still show the warping effect of her tread.
Long ago, when the black boar Isidoros opened his eye for the first time, the demon princess Accrevit was born from the first terrible ray of light to penetrate that midnight universe. If she is to be believed, in that primal innocence she and Isidoros alike were pure of mind and intent, as focussed and direct as the lance she wields. Then one day another who was not Isidoros appeared, and Adcrevit was no longer alone and the newfound storm of the boar's passions shattered all that they had built together.
The lady Accrevit is trapped in her greater self's orbit, detesting his unfocussed sloth, yet can never be freed from it. No matter how far she tries to flee, in the end she will fall back into his company. She has grand and colossal goals that she abandons when she finds some new distraction, and the detritus of her past projects float around her kingdom in the Malfean sky in thick stepped layers around her current one. The scale of her designs is too much for lesser beings to handle: the subjects in her kingdom burn up when they are pulled along in her whims, her forged weapons are too great for lesser beings to lift, her plans are seen from miles away by her foes and pre-empted before they come to fruition. She has waged many century-long wars against Ligier for control of the skies of Hell and oft-times choked light from entire layers but ultimate victory always eludes her. There is always the knowledge that her work will come to nothing in the Boar's maw. Likewise, her time in Creation is always slender, for - barring certain rare astrological conjunctions - she can only enter the world when the fragments of a great city are borne aloft by a cataclysm, and only then for long enough to gather them up herself.
Notes and Abilities: Accrevit wars against her own nature, and the nature of her greater self. She hides her terrible passions behind a facade of cool elegance, and those who observe her from a distance are sometimes fooled. She is wise, but that wisdom simply reveals to her how she fails. For that reason, she is much less active in the affairs of Hell than many of her fellow fetich souls because she trusts not her own judgement.
Sorcerers call upon Accrevit to carry men with them in great endeavours, for the binding aids her in seeing a goal to completion and for that reason she accepts it more than many other mighty demons. She can forge many great weapons of stone even if only the strongest of the Chosen might lift them and colossal structures that dwarf the enterprises housed in them. Still, such proud sorcerers must be wary, for if they should give her a goal it becomes her goal and she will see it through to its invariable shattering. She knows many terrible and secret things drawn from within the realm where the Boar rules, and those who can contain such weighty thoughts within their brains can learn much from her.
Accrevit and the All-Thing: Accrevit is wary of this new great endeavour, fearing pernicious hope. It will be up to the green sun princes to give her reason to risk the revelation of her heart, and she will wait and observe before picking one or two who she might consider speaking to - unless, of course, circumstance brings one into her orbit and they find themselves forever bound. Such situations happen around her more than they should.
Sometimes one of the ever-burning stars of Malfeas are pulled into Accrevit, and she deigns to release them from Orabilis's torment if she finds them interesting. She has never accepted Orabilis's right to set laws on one such as her, and his eyes find no ingress upon her. Such once-star demons are blackened and charred, and — for many of them are lesser demons who thought to reach for the arts of sorcery — they form half-mad schools that dwell upon the ruins of Accrevit and divine terrible secrets from the lidless eye of Isidoros until one of their own eyes reflects only that midnight universe. Such a reprise is temporary, for in time the boar will devour them, but few would return to the layers where Orabilis might find them again.
Some of these heretic demons have been summoned to Creation, where sorcerers — oft-times kindred spirits to these iconoclasts — have learned too the terrible attraction of the boar.
The sorcerer stared too long into the eye of Isidoros, or into their teacher's own midnight eye. Such terrible power will always draw them back. When the sorcerer spends a scene studying strange and potent celestial celestial phenomena, or the reflection of her own twisted eye, she gains 2 Will.
Additionally, a character who has learned this shaping ritual can purchase Evocations for their twisted eye, or learn variant modes for their own charms themed around the terrible crushing knowledge they beheld. Such Charms use the themes of gravitation, attraction, and impulse, whether literal or metaphorical.
Below is an example Evocation, and an example alternative mode for a universal charm.
Gaze Attracting Rift
Prerequisite: Force 4
The sorcerer spends one mote as part of a Performance action. If she beats the Resolve of a character who can perceive her demonic eye, his gaze is captured and he cannot look away from her for the remainder of the scene without taking a hard bargain. This renders him effectively blind (+2 difficulty to all actions that require sight) against any character who is not in his frontal arc — in combat, treat this as any character in the same range band or behind him relative to the sorcerer.
Glorious Exalted Bolt
Midnight Universe Eye (The Eye of the Boar): Jets of terrible power from the sorcerer's twisted eye draw her foes in even as they are crushed. Ignore one soak. Additionally, the weapon gains the pulling tag.
