The Unhinged | Epic
Jan 13, 2019 10:08:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 10:08:14 GMT -7
[/i], a stretch of ghost country on the edge of Shinwa No Kuni. Far from the fragmented mortals you infiltrate. All your efforts as One are nothing, Nothing, do you know? Do you hear your shift-siblings? Have you become deaf to their calling? No. Impossible. How long since you've last let the Shift Song take you? How long since your siblings shared in your fleshening?ETHAMATHITHUIN
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Kedoin No Zuruel En'Artifex, Assassin XIII.
REPRIMAND. IMPUDENCE. DISORDER. CALM.
The Other, Thane'qass, is Hidden, as always. But It is always nearby. It is Many. You are One, of Many. Know It in the shadow places between worlds. Know your Elder. Know your place.
This is the Land of Myth. There are no direct access-ways that lead one here, only the power of your Clan Elder could have reached through reality and grasped hold of you, pulled you in, or down, or beyond. Those who were with you last have made the journey here, as well - but what can a mortal being do, other than stand in awe at the Great Old One?. You have not been made to leave behind your equipment or weaponry - what use could one have for these, amongst the All Hive? Amongst kin? Amongst the Many.
You can sense them. All around you. Other Kedoin. They are the rocks and trees. Apparition-like phantoms that waddle the barrier between visibility. They are the walls, and are on the walls, and clinging to the floating stone monoliths rising in the aura of Vhaal'stech. They are the smoke abutting false tarpaulin bivouacs formed of dirty geysers. They are Vhaal'stech. It's great open mind, an organic brain composed of hundreds of your siblings, compressed into the size of a building, injecting its whining word-sensations into your thoughts. You can hear them all, besides you, filtering through your recollection without interest. The hive speaks and sways, and in its eldritch mechanical movements you are only a single gear turning. But you have been called here for a reason.
REPORT. INFORM. RELEASE.
You were summoned, as all Kedoin eventually are, to report to your Clan Leaders what you have learned in your travels, and how these things are of benefit to the All Hive. Vhaal'stech does not speak to you, does not address you directly, does not need to. It does not even do something that could be considered looking in your direction. It gestures at the rocky wasteland encircling it, at the impossible landscape swollen like a bruise on the skin of wrecked earthen valleys, at your siblings in their shift-thrall convulse and converse. It expects an answer, even if you do not understand the question. What has your time among the humans taught you, One of Many?
It must know!
Skulking Shinzu
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