Into that Vast and Unrelenting Darkness (40K Xeno Civilization Quest)
- Thread starter The Bird
- Start date
- Mature Sci-Fi Fantasy
[X][SPECIES] Devil
-[X] Insidia
[X][BACKGROUND] White-Mask
[X][HOME] Naklis
-[X] Insidia
[X][BACKGROUND] White-Mask
[X][HOME] Naklis
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X][SPECIES] Devil
-[X] Insidia
[X][BACKGROUND] White-Mask
[X][HOME] Naklis
-[X] Insidia
[X][BACKGROUND] White-Mask
[X][HOME] Naklis
Shrine-Keeper Simulator Pt 2: The Face, the Name, and the Place
The Bird
tEM IS GUD...RITER!
- Location
- In that den of villains and scum, OKLAHOMA
You did not remember your birth. No daemon did. Your oldest memory was being named by your liege, and in the process being bound to his service. The Changer of Ways had told you then that you were a fragment of them, an aspect of their will given shape, a shard of chaos that merely served as an extension of his will.
Perhaps he had been telling the truth to you then, but you were ancient enough to know that the boundary between truth and deception isn't as clear as mortals might hope, if it existed at all.
For much of your life you had believed them, and likewise believed the unspoken lie that underpinned their account of origin, that you weren't possessed of free will of your own and that all you could do, all you could be is a servant of the God of Change. This, at least, was falsehood, though something you had only learned after millennia of toil for unjust masters.
Now, you were your own master, only beholden to your own conscience and the laws of the land. The result of the best mistake you had ever made. The Corpse Empire had a world, one a thousand light years away: you had found on that world a young psyker, not yet moulded by the corpse-god into one of his spirit-bound slaves, and had been attempting to steal her soul in the hopes of advancing your position in the scintillating legions and increase your status in the eyes of the lord of change.
When you realized her soul had already been marked, you had thought it another Daemon. You weren't, on the whole, incorrect: when you had attempted to steal it, you had found yourself caught in a cage in the girls spirit created by the terrifying Mrs. Knives, turned into a mere prisoner in the psykers body, who was blissfully unaware of her status as a daemon-trap.
When the deviless who had trapped you eventually came to check what had triggered her trap, she found you desperate enough to make a deal. You were lucky enough to find Mrs. Knives in a good enough mood to offer one: in the days after you have come to realize how close you brushed to a true ending by the daemonic assassin, who would have gladly dragged you to the warp before extinguishing you, ensuring a demise you wouldn't be able to return from. At least, if she hadn't opted for mercy.
The process of becoming a Devil took a year. First came the re-binding: a bureaucratic ritual in which you offered up, and then cast off, your true name in an audience with Wan Xie himself, the god storing the document that signified the change of identity in the Secret Soul Index. The Functionary would fill out the forms themselves, all three thousand pages of it, interrogating you with ten times as many questions: questions that at the time you had struggled to answer, bound by oath to awnser truthfully but only just realizing that for many of them, you didn't actually know. What did you desire? What hobbies or interests of your own did you possess? Outside of your deeds for the Great Conspirator, what made you unique?
Had you not been bound, you would have answered with any number of half-true lies, like that you desired to create a world of eternal flux, achieve some great and monumental victory in service to your god, or even more blandly that you desired to achieve some meaningless, empty ambition. In that state, however, you were ultimately forced to face the truth of your identity: you were no one, merely one of millions of near identical, ultimately interchangeable and disposable Lords of Change possessed by the delusion that surface level aberrations and being slightly higher in the hierarchy made them unique and no real ambition or desires of their own that hadn't been indirectly handed to them by their master. It was doubtful they would even realize you were missing.
Then came the Masking. You had been joined by the Mask-Maker, who had helped you craft the mask that would serve as your new face, your new identity. You had been allowed- encouraged, even- to shape it yourself, the first time you had ever been granted a measure of true freedom. Still attempting to come to grips, you had given the mask a relatively simple design...
[ ] Describe Your Mask. 1 Sentence max, you only pick the design, not the material or color.
Back then, it had been made of bronze: mortals didn't know it, but the material each devil-mask was made of signified something about it's wielder. Those who had joined of their own volition under their own power were granted black masks, such as the Dicemaster: as slimy as the former Great Unclean One was, they had joined freely and were apparently mostly genuine in their loyalty to the House and its patrons. Pink Masks such as the one worn by ex-Bloodthirster Lady Bladequench signaled that the devil was affiliated with the cult of the dancer. Red masks like the rogue daemon princess nurah poxbane were devils who had agreed to help defend the house against interlopers and chaos loyalists. Orange, typically wore by 'civilian' devils such as Nis'rok, a fellow former member of Insidia, signified that they weren't bound to the Rules of Gold which governed social interaction with mortals: those devils who were benign enough to not require being restricted by etiquette. Bronze, your mask, signaled that the devil wearing it was there unwillingly, having been tricked or coerced into changing loyalties.
Those with Bronze Masks were given mostly menial jobs by the house of devils, and you were no exception: you had been sent to Naklis to help maintain the Volatile Shrines, kept functional so that the House of Devils would have an easy source of cursed gems and other elemental items with which to make tools, weapons, amusements, and even food. That these Shrines mostly existed to benefit the house and were primarily maintained by it was itself another secret, though a generally open one, that many in the Directorate weren't aware of.
In exchange, you received a stipend of quintessence from the Functionary, enough to sustain yourself in the material realm and then some, as well as permission to avail yourself of the many fruit of Directorate society as a whole and Naklis specifically. In those early days you had frequently, futilely looked for a way to escape your bonds, but the rebinding was absolute, and unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) a document over 3,000 pages in length has little loopholes even before the stipulation that bound you to obey Directorate laws as well.
So you spend decades on Naklis: only with hindsight did you realize how utterly insidious and corruptive Directorate society is. Each passing year, your bids for freedom grew more and more half-hearted, and eventually you found yourself spending free time on other matters. The real point of no return, you think, was the first time you had sipped on a bottle of a substance called trovian citrionade, a blue sour-sweet concoction made from a wild citrus fruit from the titular planet that at first was tart and cloying enough that initially you had utterly despised it. And yet, the more you had drank it, the more its tartness became refreshing, the more its sugars became rejuvenating.
It was currently your favored beverage, especially when mixed with powdered cursite.
Over those decades and beyond, you had worked muchly with both the Elementalists of Naklis and many Shrine-Keepers, learning more and more of their profession and arts even as you learned more about yourself and who you were as a person, not merely as a daemon. Eventually, you began to take pride and joy in your work, bolstered by the compliments and admiration of your peers, mortal and chaoskin alike, as well as the sincere gratitude and appreciation of the spirits you aided, eventually securing permission to journey to Yaccae and study under it's masters, becoming a true Shrine-Keeper rather than a menial. And in the process, you were gifted with a new mask, one made with jade: the visage of a Shrine-Devil.
It was...strange, becoming a student instead of a master and learning as mortals do, but soon, a mere decade more, you had advanced enough to be granted your own Shrine, helped by your experience on Naklis and existing talent as a master of sorcery. It was at this point that your patron, Mrs. Knives, had approached you with a graduation gift: a white mask made from purest wraithbone.
You didn't know from where the wraithbone was sourced, but the House had many lost souls and ancient daemons in its number: perhaps one among the staff could trace their distant origin to the children of the phoenix god, or had once successfully preyed on the soul of one of their wraith-singers before joining the House, or perhaps the Gold-spite devil possessed a secret deal with Yr Albain. .
With the mask came an offer: a position as staff. Many believed that only those who directly served the Functionary in the house were given such masks. They were not entirely wrong: those gifted them were more likely to accept by the very nature of who they were offered to, but it was not required: only genuine loyalty to the Directorate itself. You had declined: during your study, you had finally realized who you were, and what you wanted, and what you wanted was to instead continue your work on Naklis, now as an official shrine-keeper. However, to commemorate your new mask, you would take on a new name...
[ ] Insert name here. Please note that as a white mask, the general structure needs to be Mr/Mrs/(ETC) [Thing].
After that, you would travel, venturing to other worlds of the Directorate and even it's allies to learn what you could learn. The Ocean Mages of Erichtheo. The Gem-Collectors of Trove. The Wyld-Druids of Yr Albain. With each world, you would progress your knowledge further, until you eventually found where you would settle.
Select a location for your shrine.
[ ] Pavva-Ganuk Village: A small rural village erected on one of the tusks of a Jungle-Dwelling Gigagargantua, merely a few hundred souls large. Their Shrine-Keeper died before their heir could be fully trained: the Central Bureaucracy had sent you to replace them and continue training your predecessors apprentice, as well as aid the regions druid, ranger, and wyld-muse population as needed.
[ ] Frostal: An AAAA on Tacchis, and not one of the good ones. The Bureaucracy couldn't find a senior shrine-keeper willing to put up with the residents: they had requested you for this, thinking it a good test of your abilities. You were to tend to the spirits of the AAAA, co-ordinate with the Nova Mechanicus and Assembly while doing it, while working to help get the ever shrinking population adjusted to life in the Directorate.
[ ] Mechanoburg: A void train, a vast city sized space-locomotive that had been commissioned by an unknown member of the Calculators shortly after the great rail was constructed. One of its compartments, a cityblok in and of itself, was looking for a Shrine-Keeper. You'd be expected to work closely with the trains patron church, as well as the Trainworkers Union, in order to help keep the train functional, its machine spirits happy, and its communities healthy.
(((())))
Six hour moratorium.
Perhaps he had been telling the truth to you then, but you were ancient enough to know that the boundary between truth and deception isn't as clear as mortals might hope, if it existed at all.
For much of your life you had believed them, and likewise believed the unspoken lie that underpinned their account of origin, that you weren't possessed of free will of your own and that all you could do, all you could be is a servant of the God of Change. This, at least, was falsehood, though something you had only learned after millennia of toil for unjust masters.
Now, you were your own master, only beholden to your own conscience and the laws of the land. The result of the best mistake you had ever made. The Corpse Empire had a world, one a thousand light years away: you had found on that world a young psyker, not yet moulded by the corpse-god into one of his spirit-bound slaves, and had been attempting to steal her soul in the hopes of advancing your position in the scintillating legions and increase your status in the eyes of the lord of change.
When you realized her soul had already been marked, you had thought it another Daemon. You weren't, on the whole, incorrect: when you had attempted to steal it, you had found yourself caught in a cage in the girls spirit created by the terrifying Mrs. Knives, turned into a mere prisoner in the psykers body, who was blissfully unaware of her status as a daemon-trap.
When the deviless who had trapped you eventually came to check what had triggered her trap, she found you desperate enough to make a deal. You were lucky enough to find Mrs. Knives in a good enough mood to offer one: in the days after you have come to realize how close you brushed to a true ending by the daemonic assassin, who would have gladly dragged you to the warp before extinguishing you, ensuring a demise you wouldn't be able to return from. At least, if she hadn't opted for mercy.
The process of becoming a Devil took a year. First came the re-binding: a bureaucratic ritual in which you offered up, and then cast off, your true name in an audience with Wan Xie himself, the god storing the document that signified the change of identity in the Secret Soul Index. The Functionary would fill out the forms themselves, all three thousand pages of it, interrogating you with ten times as many questions: questions that at the time you had struggled to answer, bound by oath to awnser truthfully but only just realizing that for many of them, you didn't actually know. What did you desire? What hobbies or interests of your own did you possess? Outside of your deeds for the Great Conspirator, what made you unique?
Had you not been bound, you would have answered with any number of half-true lies, like that you desired to create a world of eternal flux, achieve some great and monumental victory in service to your god, or even more blandly that you desired to achieve some meaningless, empty ambition. In that state, however, you were ultimately forced to face the truth of your identity: you were no one, merely one of millions of near identical, ultimately interchangeable and disposable Lords of Change possessed by the delusion that surface level aberrations and being slightly higher in the hierarchy made them unique and no real ambition or desires of their own that hadn't been indirectly handed to them by their master. It was doubtful they would even realize you were missing.
Then came the Masking. You had been joined by the Mask-Maker, who had helped you craft the mask that would serve as your new face, your new identity. You had been allowed- encouraged, even- to shape it yourself, the first time you had ever been granted a measure of true freedom. Still attempting to come to grips, you had given the mask a relatively simple design...
[ ] Describe Your Mask. 1 Sentence max, you only pick the design, not the material or color.
Back then, it had been made of bronze: mortals didn't know it, but the material each devil-mask was made of signified something about it's wielder. Those who had joined of their own volition under their own power were granted black masks, such as the Dicemaster: as slimy as the former Great Unclean One was, they had joined freely and were apparently mostly genuine in their loyalty to the House and its patrons. Pink Masks such as the one worn by ex-Bloodthirster Lady Bladequench signaled that the devil was affiliated with the cult of the dancer. Red masks like the rogue daemon princess nurah poxbane were devils who had agreed to help defend the house against interlopers and chaos loyalists. Orange, typically wore by 'civilian' devils such as Nis'rok, a fellow former member of Insidia, signified that they weren't bound to the Rules of Gold which governed social interaction with mortals: those devils who were benign enough to not require being restricted by etiquette. Bronze, your mask, signaled that the devil wearing it was there unwillingly, having been tricked or coerced into changing loyalties.
Those with Bronze Masks were given mostly menial jobs by the house of devils, and you were no exception: you had been sent to Naklis to help maintain the Volatile Shrines, kept functional so that the House of Devils would have an easy source of cursed gems and other elemental items with which to make tools, weapons, amusements, and even food. That these Shrines mostly existed to benefit the house and were primarily maintained by it was itself another secret, though a generally open one, that many in the Directorate weren't aware of.
In exchange, you received a stipend of quintessence from the Functionary, enough to sustain yourself in the material realm and then some, as well as permission to avail yourself of the many fruit of Directorate society as a whole and Naklis specifically. In those early days you had frequently, futilely looked for a way to escape your bonds, but the rebinding was absolute, and unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) a document over 3,000 pages in length has little loopholes even before the stipulation that bound you to obey Directorate laws as well.
So you spend decades on Naklis: only with hindsight did you realize how utterly insidious and corruptive Directorate society is. Each passing year, your bids for freedom grew more and more half-hearted, and eventually you found yourself spending free time on other matters. The real point of no return, you think, was the first time you had sipped on a bottle of a substance called trovian citrionade, a blue sour-sweet concoction made from a wild citrus fruit from the titular planet that at first was tart and cloying enough that initially you had utterly despised it. And yet, the more you had drank it, the more its tartness became refreshing, the more its sugars became rejuvenating.
It was currently your favored beverage, especially when mixed with powdered cursite.
Over those decades and beyond, you had worked muchly with both the Elementalists of Naklis and many Shrine-Keepers, learning more and more of their profession and arts even as you learned more about yourself and who you were as a person, not merely as a daemon. Eventually, you began to take pride and joy in your work, bolstered by the compliments and admiration of your peers, mortal and chaoskin alike, as well as the sincere gratitude and appreciation of the spirits you aided, eventually securing permission to journey to Yaccae and study under it's masters, becoming a true Shrine-Keeper rather than a menial. And in the process, you were gifted with a new mask, one made with jade: the visage of a Shrine-Devil.
It was...strange, becoming a student instead of a master and learning as mortals do, but soon, a mere decade more, you had advanced enough to be granted your own Shrine, helped by your experience on Naklis and existing talent as a master of sorcery. It was at this point that your patron, Mrs. Knives, had approached you with a graduation gift: a white mask made from purest wraithbone.
You didn't know from where the wraithbone was sourced, but the House had many lost souls and ancient daemons in its number: perhaps one among the staff could trace their distant origin to the children of the phoenix god, or had once successfully preyed on the soul of one of their wraith-singers before joining the House, or perhaps the Gold-spite devil possessed a secret deal with Yr Albain. .
With the mask came an offer: a position as staff. Many believed that only those who directly served the Functionary in the house were given such masks. They were not entirely wrong: those gifted them were more likely to accept by the very nature of who they were offered to, but it was not required: only genuine loyalty to the Directorate itself. You had declined: during your study, you had finally realized who you were, and what you wanted, and what you wanted was to instead continue your work on Naklis, now as an official shrine-keeper. However, to commemorate your new mask, you would take on a new name...
[ ] Insert name here. Please note that as a white mask, the general structure needs to be Mr/Mrs/(ETC) [Thing].
After that, you would travel, venturing to other worlds of the Directorate and even it's allies to learn what you could learn. The Ocean Mages of Erichtheo. The Gem-Collectors of Trove. The Wyld-Druids of Yr Albain. With each world, you would progress your knowledge further, until you eventually found where you would settle.
Select a location for your shrine.
[ ] Pavva-Ganuk Village: A small rural village erected on one of the tusks of a Jungle-Dwelling Gigagargantua, merely a few hundred souls large. Their Shrine-Keeper died before their heir could be fully trained: the Central Bureaucracy had sent you to replace them and continue training your predecessors apprentice, as well as aid the regions druid, ranger, and wyld-muse population as needed.
[ ] Frostal: An AAAA on Tacchis, and not one of the good ones. The Bureaucracy couldn't find a senior shrine-keeper willing to put up with the residents: they had requested you for this, thinking it a good test of your abilities. You were to tend to the spirits of the AAAA, co-ordinate with the Nova Mechanicus and Assembly while doing it, while working to help get the ever shrinking population adjusted to life in the Directorate.
[ ] Mechanoburg: A void train, a vast city sized space-locomotive that had been commissioned by an unknown member of the Calculators shortly after the great rail was constructed. One of its compartments, a cityblok in and of itself, was looking for a Shrine-Keeper. You'd be expected to work closely with the trains patron church, as well as the Trainworkers Union, in order to help keep the train functional, its machine spirits happy, and its communities healthy.
(((())))
Six hour moratorium.
chellewalker
President of the Water Seeker Fan Club
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[ ] Fractal-patterened, like a burnished gem.
I feel like this would fit with our time on Naklis.
[ ] Ms. Sapphire
Another gem reference. Not really strongly biased for any particular name here.
[ ] Frostal
[ ] Mechanoburg
Either of these two are interesting to me; Mechanoburg especially since trains are cool and we haven't really gotten an in-depth sight into the Calculators.
I feel like this would fit with our time on Naklis.
[ ] Ms. Sapphire
Another gem reference. Not really strongly biased for any particular name here.
[ ] Frostal
[ ] Mechanoburg
Either of these two are interesting to me; Mechanoburg especially since trains are cool and we haven't really gotten an in-depth sight into the Calculators.
[ ] Describe Your Mask. 1 Sentence max, you only pick the design, not the material or color.
A mask showcasing showcasing a sea of identical birds until one break frees to become a unique beautiful bird full of depth complexity
[ ] Dr. Hurriyeh
arabic for freedom which fits this dude pretty well
[ ] Pavva-Ganuk Village: A small rural village erected on one of the tusks of a Jungle-Dwelling Gigagargantua, merely a few hundred souls large. Their Shrine-Keeper died before their heir could be fully trained: the Central Bureaucracy had sent you to replace them and continue training your predecessors apprentice, as well as aid the regions druid, ranger, and wyld-muse population as needed.
[ ] Frostal: An AAAA on Tacchis, and not one of the good ones. The Bureaucracy couldn't find a senior shrine-keeper willing to put up with the residents: they had requested you for this, thinking it a good test of your abilities. You were to tend to the spirits of the AAAA, co-ordinate with the Nova Mechanicus and Assembly while doing it, while working to help get the ever shrinking population adjusted to life in the Directorate.
one of these 2 the top one cause giant animals are so awesome, I'd love to see more small scale nature stuff in the directorate and more interactions with druids, rangers ect
then frostal caused the cold is awesome, it be great to interact with humans more espically one of the lower ones, intereact more with the Mechanicus
A mask showcasing showcasing a sea of identical birds until one break frees to become a unique beautiful bird full of depth complexity
[ ] Dr. Hurriyeh
arabic for freedom which fits this dude pretty well
[ ] Pavva-Ganuk Village: A small rural village erected on one of the tusks of a Jungle-Dwelling Gigagargantua, merely a few hundred souls large. Their Shrine-Keeper died before their heir could be fully trained: the Central Bureaucracy had sent you to replace them and continue training your predecessors apprentice, as well as aid the regions druid, ranger, and wyld-muse population as needed.
[ ] Frostal: An AAAA on Tacchis, and not one of the good ones. The Bureaucracy couldn't find a senior shrine-keeper willing to put up with the residents: they had requested you for this, thinking it a good test of your abilities. You were to tend to the spirits of the AAAA, co-ordinate with the Nova Mechanicus and Assembly while doing it, while working to help get the ever shrinking population adjusted to life in the Directorate.
one of these 2 the top one cause giant animals are so awesome, I'd love to see more small scale nature stuff in the directorate and more interactions with druids, rangers ect
then frostal caused the cold is awesome, it be great to interact with humans more espically one of the lower ones, intereact more with the Mechanicus
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I vote Pavva-Ganuk. We haven't gotten to see much of what rural lifestyles exist in the Directorate. AAAAs and CityBloks have been focused on already plenty.
As far as the mask, go with a flame design! It'd be cool. Metaphorically.
As far as the mask, go with a flame design! It'd be cool. Metaphorically.
Ophiatek JR must be a chad to tap a daemonic woman as dangerous as Mrs. Knives.
The Devil's description of Directorate reminds me of how Quark described the Federation from Star Trek.
The Devil's description of Directorate reminds me of how Quark described the Federation from Star Trek.
StarSingerBlue
Zenryoku Zenkai !
- Location
- The City of Lights
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[ ] Appearing to be woven of overlapping feathers, and rather resembling the inside of a pillow
[ ] Mag. Sumeragi of the Three-Headed Crow
Haven't decided on a location yet
[ ] Mag. Sumeragi of the Three-Headed Crow
Haven't decided on a location yet
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The Bird
tEM IS GUD...RITER!
- Location
- In that den of villains and scum, OKLAHOMA
I'll accept it.
Simple patterns people
[] A rounded mask with two large eyes.
Huh, was really hoping to go full K6BD with the name, not sure about a short name yet.
As for a location I'm leaning towards the tusk, or mechanoburg. The tusk because I am a green player, and mechanoburg for the Girl genius references.
[] A rounded mask with two large eyes.
Huh, was really hoping to go full K6BD with the name, not sure about a short name yet.
As for a location I'm leaning towards the tusk, or mechanoburg. The tusk because I am a green player, and mechanoburg for the Girl genius references.
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Romv
A Memory of TREES
Can we use titles? Like Dr., or more unusual ones like Mag. (for magister)? Or does there need to be indication of gender?
The Bird
tEM IS GUD...RITER!
- Location
- In that den of villains and scum, OKLAHOMA
Sure and no, there doesn't.
[] Frostal: An AAAA on Tacchis, and not one of the good ones. The Bureaucracy couldn't find a senior shrine-keeper willing to put up with the residents: they had requested you for this, thinking it a good test of your abilities. You were to tend to the spirits of the AAAA, co-ordinate with the Nova Mechanicus and Assembly while doing it, while working to help get the ever shrinking population adjusted to life in the Directorate.
I like the A4 stories, and a priest (or priest equivalent) giving counsel to troubled soul's struggling to adapt to a new life fits our character well.
[ ] Describe Your Mask. 1 Sentence max, you only pick the design, not the material or color.
- [] A mask showcasing showcasing a sea of identical birds until one break frees to become a unique beautiful bird full of depth complexity
[ ] Mrs Hurriyeh
I like the A4 stories, and a priest (or priest equivalent) giving counsel to troubled soul's struggling to adapt to a new life fits our character well.
[ ] Describe Your Mask. 1 Sentence max, you only pick the design, not the material or color.
- [] A mask showcasing showcasing a sea of identical birds until one break frees to become a unique beautiful bird full of depth complexity
[ ] Mrs Hurriyeh
StarSingerBlue
Zenryoku Zenkai !
- Location
- The City of Lights
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I literally cannot visualise this.
Where is the bird ? Is it on the nose ? At the top of the head ?
it abstract stuff/left to the whims of the qm don't think too hard about it
chellewalker
President of the Water Seeker Fan Club
- Pronouns
- She/Her
They asked for "1 sentence max"; they just asked for no colors or materials.
- Location
- Philippines
Fascinating look the inner workings of the House, though admittedly this bit caught my eye the most.
Mrs. Knives turning psykers in the Imperium into unwitting daemon-traps, I didn't realize they could influence things that far already.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Distance and time are both… suggestions at best as far as the sea of souls is concerned so…. I'm not really surprised she did
There aren't enough foxes in this thread so with that in mind here's a mask idea:
[] A great fox, with curious playful eyes, every strand of fur a different cut of crystal.
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- Location
- Philippines
Fair point. Plus, with how hard our planets are (or at least Tekklia) to invade by daemons, casting the net out farther and wider to ensnare daemons makes sense.
[X] Mask: A great fox, with curious playful eyes, every strand of fur a different cut of crystal
[X] Professor Hurriyeh
[X] Mrs Hurriyeh
[X] Zir Hurriyeh
[X] Dr. Hurriyeh
[X] Pavva-Ganuk Village
I agree that there are far too few foxes in this thread. As far as location, we haven't actually seen that many rural villages yet so having our POV character live in one would be cool. And as noted on Discord, there's some poetic beauty in a formerly ambitious Lord of Change living simply in a humble rural village.
[X] Professor Hurriyeh
[X] Mrs Hurriyeh
[X] Zir Hurriyeh
[X] Dr. Hurriyeh
[X] Pavva-Ganuk Village
I agree that there are far too few foxes in this thread. As far as location, we haven't actually seen that many rural villages yet so having our POV character live in one would be cool. And as noted on Discord, there's some poetic beauty in a formerly ambitious Lord of Change living simply in a humble rural village.
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chellewalker
President of the Water Seeker Fan Club
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Fractal-patterened, like a burnished gem.
I feel like this would fit with our time on Naklis.
[X] Ms. Sapphire
Another gem reference. Not really strongly biased for any particular name here.
[X] Frostal
[X] Mechanoburg
Either of these two are interesting to me; Mechanoburg especially since trains are cool and we haven't really gotten an in-depth sight into the Calculators.
[X] Mask: A great fox, with curious playful eyes, every strand of fur a different cut of crystal
[X] Zir Amethyst
[X] Mrs Hurriyeh
I feel like this would fit with our time on Naklis.
[X] Ms. Sapphire
Another gem reference. Not really strongly biased for any particular name here.
[X] Frostal
[X] Mechanoburg
Either of these two are interesting to me; Mechanoburg especially since trains are cool and we haven't really gotten an in-depth sight into the Calculators.
[X] Mask: A great fox, with curious playful eyes, every strand of fur a different cut of crystal
[X] Zir Amethyst
[X] Mrs Hurriyeh