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LiesseiL

"I wonder, what if..."

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a character in “The Gods of Pandeum”, as played by Zalgo

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LiesseiL
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God Name: LiesseiL
Title: The Opener of Minds, The Great Dream Maker, The Watcher of The Lines
Gender:None
Alignment: Neutral

God Appearance:

This deity's appearance is a bizarre otherworldly disc of golden metal with features, suspended over a simple ragged robe which is supported by seemingly nothing. It's hands are simple metal discs with prongs that are almost always stained red with the blood of many. Set in the main disc which is it's head are two sockets, one of which holds an eye which drips with blood almost as though it is always crying while the other socket is empty save for a key suspended from a string.

It rarely ever decides to come down to the waking world but when it does it has no real preferences, taking whatever form it needs to don in order to urge the path to it's desired outcome.

Personality:

It watches The Lines, that much is certain. Little is known about it overall but it could be argued that it has no emotions, only a distant goal beyond understanding. The truth that none are truly aware of is that both sides of the argument are correct in some sense. While it does have a goal which is not entirely clear even to itself it does have some emotions, just not emotions most would deem regular or even sane sometimes.

It's strongest trait is it's curiosity. It is fascinated by the various possible branches and seeing which future becomes the present is it's number one priority. When it does choose to intervene and alter the path The Lines follow by manipulating mortals indirectly it's almost always just to open up more possibilities or urge the path towards more interesting outcomes. The other notable feature which can be remotely considered a personality trait is that it does not like being seen which is why it has established the Penumbra where it resides.

While not outright cruel to it's subjects it cares little for them, only really helping them to further it's own machinations. They spend a great deal of effort trying to interpret it's desires, a task which leaves more questions than answers.

Opinion of mortals: "Their existence creates a far greater number of branches to The Lines."



God’s Domain:

Lasei's outer dream jungle
Lasei's inner dream jungle
The towers of Penumbra

LiesseiL's domain is the realm of dreams known as Slumberland, a world which coexists alongside the physical world that serves to host the dreams of all creatures that sleep. Locations and entities born from both memory and imagination exist within a chaotic ever shifting landscape that shapes itself to accommodate the minds that come here. The exception to this shifting chaos is the Thouhoom jungle, home to both the people of Lasei and their deity LeisseiL who has made the jungle it's home for the current time.

In the center of it's domain are three massive pitch black towers that form a triangle around the very center of it's domain. These towers emit a powerful field known as the Penumbra, a pitch black mental curtain over the area within the borders of the three towers in Slumberland which effectively conceals what transpires there in both the waking world and the world of Slumberland from the minds of all who observe it from outside be they mortal or otherwise.

The waking world's capital of Lasei, the city of WakekaW, is located at the center of the Penumbra while Slumberlands capital of Lasei, the city of SlumulS, occupies the exact same space in the world of dreams. These two cities are vastly different from the other despite being each other's reflection as the Laseians tended to erect structures that would be impossible to build in the waking world through their advanced control over lucid dreaming.



Avatar Name: VosksoV TcheovoechT
Avatar Appearance:
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Personality:

VosksoV is a very serious individual who concerns himself with the wishes of his deity first and his people second. Little else matters to him besides those two prerogatives. He is highly pragmatic and has few ethical concerns, especially when it comes to his goal. Whatever his task may be he'll lay down his life if that is what's needed of him just like he did before when he crossed back into the world of the waking through the Dream Gate and collapsed, now nothing more than corpse.

Despite his cold nature however he does show a great deal of respect towards his deity's domain, perhaps even something many would call love. When he is within Slumberland he is home.

Divine Gifts:

- He is dead. Not undead, just dead. Even in death he dreams, awaiting the day as foretold in his prophesy when the kingdom would slip from The Great Dream Maker's favor. Should that day come he shall return to life and venture forth to make what's wrong right again.

- Because he is a Dream Walker who has crossed back through the Dream Gate he now possesses the ability to rend a temporary rift which connects the waking world with the world of dreams, allowing him to cross between the two and even bring items both to and from Slumberland.

Psychic Abilities:

- He can communicate telepathically and even read another living being's mind. The weaker the mind he's trying to read is, the deeper he can delve into their thoughts and memories.

- He possesses telekinesis.

- He can augment his physical capabilities for short periods of time.

- He possesses limited pyromancy.

Spells Known:

This is his weaker field. He knows some illusion spells but mostly dabbles in spells that scry out locations or can detect and identify magic.



Hero: Priest King GhodohG
Rank/Reason: Priest-king of WakekaW
Personality:
GhodohG is the erudite leader of the capital of Lasei, a figure that most Laseians respect not because of his title but because he possesses both the power and wisdom one would associate with a great king. An already powerful psychic at birth he was found when he was but a young scholar and chosen to smoke IesseI and undertake his vision quest. As one of the scarce few survivors of his generation's trial though he may not have been accepted by the Dream Gate few can claim to be his equal in psychic might. Given that his specialty is emotion manipulation he is the kind of person that most people find agreeable. Even his natural aura makes him difficult to dislike.

Regarding personality he is fairly even tempered and difficult to agitate. He possesses a great deal of gravitas, speaking with a strong authority that is hard not to get swept up in. It's no small task managing the more fiery personalities amongst the priest-kings but he finds his ways of balancing the whims of his fellow rulers while still maintaining the mask of neutrality and fairness, all while benefiting his town when meetings regarding resource distribution arise.

Outside of politics he is a fairly intellectual individual who appreciates knowledge for knowledge's sake. It comes as no real surprise to most of the people who know him that he is also a wizard with knowledge of a host of spells not ordinarily appreciated by most Laseians. If there was one flaw to make note of for GhodohG it's that he is fairly reserved, preferring to seek non-violent means to a situation over violent ones. Despite his more pacifistic tendencies he is still a Laseian, fully capable of being ruthless in almost any scenario.

Hero: Master SetheS of The Hidden Eye
Rank/Reason: Head of The Hidden Eye
Personality: (WIP)

Hero: Master MorkroM of The Golemind
Rank/Reason: Head of The Golemind
Personality: (WIP)



Terrain Preference: Jungle

Name of Kingdom/Empire: The Kingdom of Lasei
Capital: WakekaW/SlumulS

Palindrome, the core of SlumulS

The very center of the kingdom both in the world of waking and Slumberland. Known by two different names, one is host to the great temple where the great priest-kings decide important matters regarding their kingdom and try to keep their people in line with their deity's will, a will which they have little to no insight as to what it may be, while the other is an otherworldly city of strange physics and dream logic. At the core of the dream city of SlumulS is Palindrome, a massive structure which no one but the dream walkers have ever seen inside. What goes on inside is a mystery to all but the dream walkers leaving many Laseians to speculate just the true nature of Palindrome. Whether or not Palindrome and the three towers of Penumbra have a direct connection with each other is also speculated.

Major Cities:

A standard Laseian city

LokoL - LokoL was founded around the mine that currently extracts and refines the majority of Lasei's psytanium supply. A majority of the Laseian's industry is focused in this city, supplying the rest of the kingdom with materials and tools. Despite being the most industrial of the Laseian cities they make the extra effort to not pollute their environment or destroy any of the vegetation around it as the jungle is rooted deep in Laseian heritage and none of them would appreciate having their ancestral territories destroyed for any reason. Considering that a majority of Laseian food is gathered from hunting the prey that live in the jungle while their medicine and other such supplies is gathered from the plants the city of LokoL walks it's careful balance of industrial complex and jungle garden with the aim of sacrificing neither.

ThicihT - This major city is the most populous of all the Laseian major cities, serving as the core of Laseian culture. While other cities hold more significance in other ways be they religious or practical they were not designed with serving the people as their core design principle. This city was built for the sole intent of providing a community hub for the people to gather, trade, do business and other assorted matters. This city hosts the biggest Laseian festivals of them all and is located near the most historic monuments of Lasei. Most importantly the city is nearby the Laseian burial site, the Tree of Memories.

KeklelkeK - The most controversial of the Laseian cities, this city is the only city that lies outside the Penumbra as well as the only one that will actually trade with non-psionic entities. The trade isn't all that good considering that Laseian's are mostly self sufficient and don't really see the need in importing anything they already have. They are interested in acquiring various herbs and reagents which might boost or otherwise benefit their minds and psychic abilities and most important of all, they will eagerly trade for psytanium. This cities population is still mostly Laseian but it's the most racially diverse of the Laseian cities. This all has lead the other priest-kings to debate the lax policies that this city's priest-king supports.

Major Sites

The Tree of Memories - The tallest tree in the jungle, this tree is one of the most important sites in the waking world for Laseians. At first this tree was just like any other tree, albeit taller than all the rest. In older Laseian traditions it was customary to tie their fallen relatives to the trunk of a tree using it's vines. The thorns of these vines would bleed the body, causing the blood to run down the tree and absorb into it's roots. It was symbolic to represent the rejoining of their people with nature. They revere their jungle almost as much as they revere the god of dreams as it is practically the whole world to them.

Of course, the most popular place to honor their dead was the tallest tree in the forest. At first, the blood of dozens ran down the face of the tree. As their population grew the blood of hundreds had dyed the bark of the tree red, the roots soaking up much more. As time marched on and their people continued to expand it eventually got to the point where thousands of their bodies were tied to the tree. Some of the bodies were so old that the tree had grown around them, enveloping them in it's trunk as it grew around them. It's roots drank so much of their blood that the latent psychic energy in them started to affect the tree. As more bodies fed the tree it started developing strange psychic powers. Eventually it started doing more than just drinking the blood of the dead. It started drinking their memories and soon after their consciousnesses.

The tree which had bones and corpses strapped to it's trunk as well as hanging tied within it's thorned vines started serving as both a graveyard and an afterlife as the consciousnesses of those buried could live on within the tree, imparting their memories to their kin. Laseians started discovering that if they slept beneath the canopy of the now massive tree they could relive the memories of their ancestors, learning what they learned in their lifetimes. They realized the importance of this development and now it is their most sacred site in the waking lands, more important than even the temples of LiesseiL. At this current date it's branches now reach up into the clouds, It's trunk is a kilometer thick and it's roots reach deep down, holding the fault line in the tectonic plates together which prevents earthquakes in their section of Pandeum. It would be a troubled time for the land should this tall psychic tree of corpses ever die.



Society:

[People]

Typical lower class Laseian in mask
Typical middle class Laseian in mask
Typical female upper class Laseian in mask
Typical Laseian child in mask

The Laseians - This race of pale carnivorous humanoids were the first race to be shown their psychic potential. Those of them who possessed the latent talent needed could exert their minds over matter, producing a wide range of effects which gave them an edge over the other harsh races that exist within their jungle. As time passed they soon discovered that their abilities were deeply connected with another realm, the realm of Slumberland. Within this realm they could explore and learn while they were asleep and then hunt and survive while they were awake. While they are a young race their people were the fastest to build up a kingdom as they had twenty four hours to get things done instead of just twelve like others had.

While they were growing well enough on their own it was only a matter of time before they discovered LiesseiL, the one who built Slumberland and who gave them their abilities. Upon meeting it they worshiped their new found deity and sang endless praise to the one who they owed so much thanks to. It cared not for their words for it had a purpose in revealing itself to them. In an instant it taught them the art of lucid dreaming and planted within their minds a schematic. To please their god they did exactly as they were expected to do and created Palindrome. Once this great temple of unearthly dimensions and magnitude was built LiesseiL chose the most promising psychic of them and he was allowed within before the doors were shut, permitting no one else inside.

After completing that they were gifted another task from the great one eyed disc itself. This time they were asked to build it three towers at very precise coordinates and given highly complex blueprints outlining every exact detail. Knowing they were serving one as great as he who built this magnificent second world which they cherished they did just as he asked once again, never straying from a single detail as they used their minds to build the three towers. Upon completion of these towers a great shadow enveloped the land, enveloping the land in a great darkness which hid all inside from the eyes of all outsiders. This delighted the Laseians as they were predators who saw darkness as safety,something which hid them from larger threats and left their prey unaware of their presence until they pounced. Much like last time however three of their most promising psychics were chosen and they entered the towers, never to be seen or heard from again.


For a while they reveled in the darkness gifted to them by their deity's divine inspiration. With it they prospered, hunting within the darkened jungle became easy and their population started to expand. They learned that when they wore a mask they became what their mask represented in their dreams. Soon, everyone was wearing a mask and it became central to their culture. To this day men, women and even children of the Laseian jungle all wear masks at every point in their life. The only time they ever remove their masks is when they eat and when they bathe.

For a long time they waited for more gifts from their god, more advances to their civilization which would set them beyond all others. They waited and waited but heard nothing. They started to wonder why their deity remained silent. They started to feel lonely, almost abandoned even. They had done so much as it had asked and now it would leave them. They started to become weary of waiting. Before they became too despondent their leaders received a vision of a cavern deep within the jungle mountains. Deep within these caverns they were shown a miraculous ore which echoed their psychic energy. Like wolves to the lamb their people were drawn to this mysterious ore and built their very first mine with which to extract this ore with.

This mine held a wealth of rare ores beyond compare. Gold as well as silver were both plentiful and gemstones could be carried out by the cartful but all paled in comparison to the true treasure they sought. Rarer than all rare nonmagical substances was the mineral that would soon come to be known as Psytanium. This was rather strong psychoreactive metal that when refined acted as a conduit for psychic energy. From this metal they were able to construct wondrous tools capable of performing feats previously impossible to them. This discovery jumped their technological state from a large primitive tribe to a relatively advanced civilization. They built entire cities from massive blocks of stone all cut flawlessly and assembled together despite being seemingly impossible to move given their size.


Along with tools they also made marvelous weapons. Spears that can return to their owner's hand when thrown, Machetes that are as thin as paper and can cut like glass yet are covered in telekinetic sheathes which make them as hard as a steel broadsword, metal claws that with every cut can drain it's victim's will to live, blow darts that can drill their way into a victim's body and tunnel up towards their brain and much more. Of course they have transportation in the form of metal discs which could channel it's rider's telekinesis and fly around at a speed it's rider's telekinetic strength can sustain.

On top of all that they are capable of making prosthetic limbs from psytanium. These limbs can replace normal limbs of theirs and function no differently than their original limbs did, even so far as to simulate the sensory feedback of touch and temperature that a real limb would provide. They can also add limbs too, such as an extra set of arms, a variety of different tails or even spider legs to help with climbing. Psytanium was also invaluable in surgical procedures as they had tools which could make the most delicate cuts possible as well as psytanium hearts with which to replace damaged or otherwise faulty hearts with hearts that performed just as well as their organic counterparts.

Between the sheer number of powers available to them and all these marvelous items at their disposal many would think that these people would have little trouble against the likes of everyone else. Unfortunately a drawback of psytanium is it's rarity. Given that it's about as commonly found as magical metals such as mithril and orichalcum it is not something they can just work into everything of theirs. The Laseians sit upon the largest known psytanium mines currently known and they still constantly crave more. Because of just how rare it is while being so valuable it is only really distributed to the upper tiers of their society, the lower class citizens forced to make due with regular metals.


Of course the ore's discovery was only overshadowed by one other event, an event so colossal in magnitude to their race that it forms the center of everything regarding them: The last request of Liesseil.

Their leaders once again received visions of a blueprint, this time an archway that was to be built in both Slumberland and the waking world, both of which had to be built in the exact same spot so that they overlapped completely. With the fervor of purpose once again they built the arches as they were shown, no different in any way. When the gate was complete they awaited the result, unable to predict what may happen. They waited, then they waited longer, they were confused after waiting for so long. They knew their deity often took it's time in parting with information but that couldn't help their curiosity much. Still, they waited in full hope that something would come of this design.

And then something did. A promising young psychic Laseian received a vision of a particular plant located up in the mountainous part of the jungle. This species of plant would soon be named IesseI, the sacred moss. It was a rather thick dark green species of moss which had miniscule light pink flowers that grew from it. The young psychic sought out this plant and then smoked it, inhaling the fumes in the hopes that it would bestow him with something good. What followed was a hallucinogenic journey which had threatened the young psychic's life numerous times as he was in a delerium, hardly able to defend himself even with potent psychic powers. He eventually found the revelation he had been searching for in this quest of his, opening his mind far greater than any other Laseian's was. His psychic powers were magnitudes more powerful than the others, making him the greatest of them all. Of course while the visions of the IesseI had faded the vision he was given by The Great Dream Maker had one last step to be completed.

After making his preparations and gathering up the people to bear witness he approached the gateway they had built as according to it's wishes and stepped through. Reality rippled and he disappeared through the gate, never to be seen or heard from again. It was then that they all realized the gate's significance. Much like how LiesseiL had taken members before this gate was to take these psychics who have walked the path, survived and gained the power to pass on through. Anyone else who attempted to step through it would simply find themselves nowhere else but in the world of the waking, standing just past the gate where they had stepped through towards as nothing happened. Those who were to walk the path and enter the portal were thus named the Dream Walkers, those who would pass both mentally and physically into Slumberland and serve their deity for all eternity, a fate enviable by all Laseians. Sometimes, a Dream Walker who recently crossed the gate could be seen in their dreams walking towards either Palindrome or the three towers of Penumbra to join those that have entered before him or her. Every generation from that point forward the Laseians would pick the psychics with the most potential for psychic growth and have them smoke IesseI and undertake their vision quests. Most of them would die and even if they survived it wasn't always guaranteed that they'd be accepted by the Dream Gate, the gate into their deity's realm, and serve LiesseiL's wishes. For the time between the period after they succeed at their vision quest and the moment they pass through the Dream Gate they are exalted as demigods and treated to honors even higher than their leaders, the Priest-kings. Even those who fail to be accepted by the gate are held in high esteem by society, generally taking positions such as Priest-kings themselves.


Physiologically the Laseians are like humans but are different in a number of ways which reveal their true predator heritage. Their teeth are more akin to a shark's teeth by being up to a centimeter and a half long, being serrated and having another row of teeth constantly growing in behind their current teeth. Every year they shed all the teeth in their mouth and the ones behind them take their place, smaller teeth already growing behind the new ones. The jaws hinges open about fifty percent more than a human's can so they can fit their mouths around larger things which gives them a far more vicious bite.

Seeing as how the jungle is typically so thick that light rarely makes it through the canopy and the penumbra makes the entire zone it covers even darker their eyes are not dissimilar to a cat's eyes, capable of seeing in remarkably little light. Their arms and their legs are about ten centimeters longer in proportion to their height compared to a humans arm and leg length, giving them a slightly more gangly appearance in general. Their fingers are about a quarter longer than a human's and far stronger, allowing them to climb trees easier as well as being able to peel meat from the bone better. They typically have eighty percent less body hair than humans do but their hair grows out to at least three feet long if not longer and is typically fifty percent thicker.

[Economy]

The Laseians run off a hunter/gatherer society in a jungle that while dangerous is one of the largest sources of natural wealth in Pandeum. While having plentiful resources they do not consume a lot of it since their population is relatively small. Their trade is relatively small since they do not require much which gives them little reason to part with their wealth of gold, jewels, exotic plants, exotic animal parts and other such materials. They do trade for mind affecting reagents and substances but the largest source of demand for them is psytanium. Being a rare metal that has formed the backbone of their technological grandeur any source of psytanium will fetch a high price.

Getting them to part with psytanium or psytanium products however is extremely difficult. Almost no Laseian will part with psytanium at any price given it's value to them and the only legal sale of psytanium in Lasei is permitted only to other psychics. Given how almost all Laseian's keep in telepathic contact practically all the time it is nearly impossible to convince a Laseian to willingly part with psytanium to outsiders. Theft of psytanium from Lasei is dealt with by the Hidden Eye who's responsibility it is to hunt down and kill transgressors of their law while returning stolen psytanium to Lasei.

[Politics]

Laseian hierarchy is based on the strength of their psychic gift. They follow powerful figureheads simply known as the "Priest-Kings" who lead their respective cities as kings as well as the highest of priests of their order. After them the priests of LiesseiL basically basically serve both as religious counselors, governmental administrators and even teachers. A majority of a Laseian's position within this hierarchy is based upon his or her psychic strength, their talents for specific psionic fields often guiding the decision as to which role under which administration they are assigned.

Regarding the overall Laseian's feelings towards outsiders and thoughts on immigration in general they are surprisingly not judgmental of race despite their exclusionary policies towards all other peoples. Their bias is strictly tied to the presence of psychic potential within a person's mind. Much of their society and culture is founded around their natural affinity for the psionic spectrum, so much so that their native language is entirely telepathic. Given how most outsiders are fairly out of touch with their predator heritage without the psychic gift the division between Laseians and other Pandeum-dwellers becomes as vast as night and day.

Those who stray into the jungle without invitation are first plagued with omens, nightmares and hallucinations designed to deter outsiders from coming into their territory. Those foolish enough to persist are deemed prey and set upon by the Laseian's in enumerable ways. Even the weakest Laseian is a fierce hunter proficient in stalking from the shadows, biding their time in wait for the perfect moment to pounce.


Other: (WIP)

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Cali and Luman

“There is a shift in energy manifesting.” Luman said as he stroked his chin, two golden eyes focused on checkered board in front of him. He reached out, moving his the white form of one of his knights several spaces forward. “Yes, I’m very away, my love.” Cali said as she cornered her husband’s ivory king with a dark queen. “It’s a emptiness unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.” She looked up from the board, amusement flickering in her ebony colored eyes. “I believe I won this game.” Luman chuckled, running his fingers through his hair as leaned back in his throne. “I believe so, my dear. Your cleverness knows no bounds.” The Lady of Shadows smirked, rising from her obsidian seat and walking about the chessboard. She sat in her husband’s lap, draping her legs over his throne’s armrest. “Now,” she started. “We must prepare for this coming change, whatever it is. Regardless of whether it’s dark or light, something with this much energy is bound to knock everything out of balance.”

Luman nodded. “I know, that’s what I’m worried about. We’ve all come to such a good place. The nations are healthy, the Treaty goes unthreatened, and for a while, I thought we’d have actual harmony.” “Well, you know what they say.” Cali said. “A God’s work is never finished.” Luman smiled weakly and leaned over, kissing the goddess on her nose. “Why must you always be so insightful?” “It’s a blessing and a curse, to be quite frank.” Ebony smirked as she got up, her leathery wings lifting her several inches off the ground. “We should spread the word among the gods.” Luman nodded, standing up and walking over to the nearest window. A ball of light formed in his hand and he brought it to his lips. “Go give word to our brothers.” And it flew off into the realms of the other gods, where it would give the same message.

“Something is coming. Be prepared.”

Dolus Magnus

The crown was heavy on Dolus’ head. It’s golden halo and sparkling jewels filled the white of his hair with colored light. The tips of his elongated ears rubbed against the crown’s rim, causing their pointed ends to slightly redden with irritation. As the bastard prince looked into the mirror, he couldn’t bring himself to smile. The crown wasn’t meant to be worn by someone who looked like him. The dull silver in his eyes deepened with the slight pang of sadness he felt. He starred in the mirror for several moments, a look of concentration on his face, before his appearance began to subtly ripple and change.

The marks on his skin faded, his hair turned a warm brown, and his ears shortened and rounded out, not leaving a hint of their barbs. The sad metallics of his eyes filled with a sharp amber and for a moment, Dolus flickered with genuine satisfaction. This is what the people wanted. “Dolus? Are you ready?” Orion walked in, a mixture of sadness and anger covering his face when he saw his prince. “You aren’t trying this again.” A smile formed on Dolus’ lips as he turned around. It was mostly sincere, which became progressively more difficult for the prince as he coronation closened. “Oh, hush. This is a good idea. The people will be much more comfortable if I look like this.” Dolus gestured to his face. Orion rolled his eyes and shook his head. “They’ll love you. They’ll love you without your tricks and spells. Just as I do.” Dolus let out a laugh. “Many late nights have proven that you’re a big fan of my ‘tricks.’” A smile cracked on the bodyguard’s face.

A moment of silence passed between them. “Well,” Orion started. “We should be on our way. You have to discuss plans for the Harvest Festival.” He paused before continuing. “And, at the end of the day, it’s your coronation. It’s your decision how the Empire sees you. You’re the Emperor, so I won’t tell you how to live your life.” Dolus shook his head, the color draining from his hair and the marks slowly rising back onto his skin. “I’m not the Emperor yet. Let’s not get too dramatic.” He walked toward his guard and placed a hand on his cheek, the other man’s stubble pricking him slightly. “Thank you, Orion.” “It’s my pleasure, Prince Dolus.” The future emperor smiled. “Let’s not delay then. I feel like this festival will be a grand time, don’t you?” They began walking. “If you have a hand in it, this festival will be like none that anyone has ever seen before.”

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LiesseiL

The future read, countless fates foretold in the weave of lines.

LiesseiL looked down at it all. It knew already that a sphere of light was to make it's way towards it's domain. It would never make it through the penumbra, the obscuring shadow hid it's mark so it would lose it's way. It already knew what the light had to say however. It already knew what the light was warning it of as well. It had been watching for a while. It had always known this event was coming to pass even though it was a rather recent development.

It was a strange sort of development. Back when not even the first of the archaic gods was born it had seen the lines stretch out to this point and beyond. Back then the lines were whole, yet now they are not. Quite the quandary indeed. Both past instances and future spans of time were eaten at by an unnatural force. The phantasmal lines of time were eaten ate by what resembled an invisible flame, something that produced no light, no smoke and no heat but blackened the edges of the holes it's made all the same. This worried it.


This was nothing even resembling ordinary. A destructive force which seemed to be intelligently destroying points in the lines in order to obfuscate itself. How it was even able to harm the fabric of time in such a manner was unknown simply because the process itself was lost in the resulting dissolution. It had been watching this happen for all it's existence and if whatever it was thought it could simply undo the possibilities it had been working towards all this time without any resistance then it would be sorely mistaken.

Since the others weren't given a scope of what level of danger the warning foretold the lines showed a high number of branches where they underestimate the threat ahead. It also saw that soon it would be visited by those who do take this oncoming danger seriously. It didn't like being seen ordinarily as it made for more complications further down the lines which made altering the path harder. It made a plan to inform it's Dream Walkers to see to it that it isn't disturbed. It was going to be quite busy setting it's plan into motion and it wasn't the time for interruptions, at least not on the paths it was aiming for.

If they were going to survive this, the path furthest from the burns would be the route it seeks.



Elsewhere in Slumberland



Priest King GhodohG

In the darkened temple halls from a flawlessly smooth surface as black as obsidium a pedestal rose. A perfect golden being with sharp horns like that of a bull coming from his forehead and back faded into existence as though it were always there, just unseen by the naked eye. It's three blazing red eyes opened, taking in the surrounding temple forum. Three other pedestals rose up and three other beings entered the world of dreams.

The first being was a woman who's body was molded in the form of utter Laseian perfection, her entire person a single flawless ruby. Her eyes glowed a deep azure blue which seemed to almost be passages into an entirely different realm from this one.

The second being was a strange yellow quadrupedal creature who's form could only be described as mildly resembling that of a giraffe's. On each of it's four feet were two large claws like that of a lizards, each set of claws large enough to be able to disembowel a hill giant in a single swipe. It's skin was covered in sickly yellow scales and jutting from it's shoulders were two impressively large quartz crystals. For it's head it had what was the permutation of a lizard's head and the caricature of a Laseian's face. It's mouth was perpetually twisted into a hateful scowl that was so long and so deep it almost went off it's face entirely. It's eyes were a manic spiraling yellow and red color which gave it a constant look of mania, it's brow furrowed in frustration at all times. It's head parted at the top to form two large twisted horns which continually arced electricity between them.

The third being was an ebbing dark fog which concealed the figure beneath it all. All that could be seen through the darkness was a black skull with two distant points of red light deep within.


"And so we gather within the sacred halls of our holy temple to give praise unto The Great Dream Maker. May it continue to maintain this sanctuary of the mind lest the world no longer dream." GhodohG spoke aloud the prayer of LiesseiL to the rest of the Priest-kings. "Amen." They all prayed in unison. This was their ritual to offer thanks to their patron before every meeting. "So begins the meeting of the Priest-kings." GhodohG confirmed, beginning the actual meeting part of this gathering.

"The first matter to be addressed is of heresy." GhodohG put forth the first issue in their agenda to discuss. The great yellow beast gave a loud hiss after he spoke of heresy. "The false prophet has been captured. He was executed as law demands for such crime, by The Mind's Cleansing Foci. The back of his skull was seared as the light of day concentrated through the focusing lenses burned through his eye sockets and brain." The large man beast informed them.

"He may have had followers. Have those who heard his words been thoroughly scoured?" The woman of red asked it. "It is still underway. The people who were witnesses to his proclamations were many and my mind sweepers must go through without omitting a single step of the process in order to ensure thorough examinations." The yellow beast excused it's lack of results. Their emotions loomed over the large creature. The woman of red's feelings were that of scolding, a feeling as though he was slacking in his administrative duties while GhodohG's feelings were that of acceptance and understanding accompanied by a sense of urgency, a desire to see that the matter be dealt with soon. The shrouded skull however was silent, it's emotions a mystery.


"The second matter to be addressed is of KeklelkeK." GhodohG raised the second matter to be discussed.

"Yes. Their ways are well out of line our system, our traditions." The yellow beast growled with clear contempt for the shadow cloaked skull and his method of managing his city. "Allowing outsiders a place of residence within our cities. If this level of flexibility with the mandate continues I fear it will progress to the point where non-psionics will start mating with the gifted, cutting our potency with their inferior bloodlines."

"I find it difficult to not share ZukuZ concerns. You've granted outsiders far too much freedom and have been using the purchase of outsider's psytanium as an umbrella to conceal this subversion." The ruby woman spoke with what could only be interpreted as spite. Her long translucent tongue weaved between the rows of her teeth, tracing lightly over the misericorde like tips of her gemstone teeth while she waited for his response.

The skull shrouded in shadows stood in silence for a time which seemed to drag on forever before his low, whisper like voice emerged from the depths of his unseen throat. "I understand your concerns. Most of you may see the income of psytanium as an excuse for my relatively liberal minded decrees regarding relations to outside nations, I will not deny. In the interest of propagating better relations with our suppliers I make minor amends with the purpose of nurturing the flow of psytanium into Lasei. Is it not the very underlying motto of LokoL that the strength of our entire civilization lies directly in proportion to the amount of psytanium we control, AociticoA?"

The ruby woman frowned, irritated that he'd use her city's own philosophy as an excuse for his leniency. "LokoL can easily supply our kingdom with the psytanium it need to be greater than any other. Your supply of psytanium pales in comparison to the mines and it shows no signs of slowing down." She retorted in a huff, starting to take the shadow laden skull's smug tone as one of insult.

"Enough. We mustn't allow ourselves to be divided by mere disagreements as we are united in devotion to The Great Dream Maker. We stand before each other not to undermine each others efforts but to see that our kingdom does not fall out of line with The Maker's wishes. Now, RodomodoR is right in that further increasing our psytanium supplies is of great concern. Much like LokoL however there should be room for compromise. No one aspect is to be ignored and while limited efforts to cooperate with outside are acceptable we must remain true to our heritage, to uphold the ways which were set in place back in the days of the prophets. Is that acceptable, RodomodoR?" GhodohG interjected, interrupting the squabbling before it started in order to maintain order. He knew the consequences that would follow if the priest-kings were to start undermining each other and lose sight of their true purpose. He did not want to see the prophesy of VosksoV enact itself as result of their ignorance towards higher matters.


"Always so keen to seek the middle ground. I find that absence of passion to be not of my liking." ZukuZ hissed his words as it lowered it's large head down, furrowing it's already arched eyebrows in petulance.

"Do you challenge me?" GhodohG turned to ZukuZ, his mighty golden arms crossed as he stared down ZukuZ. ZukuZ could only groan as he remembered the last time he challenged GhodohG to a mind duel. It was a mighty fight indeed but his loss embarrassed him, sundering his confidence. Ever since that night he's always resented GhodohG but he is too afraid to risk such a wound to his pride a second time. "Split my hairs. I do not challenge you GhodohG, you already know why."

GhodohG tried to refrain from feeling narcissistic but it was difficult not to be a little vainglorious when flaunting his superiority, even if it was for the purpose of maintaining order for the well being of the priesthood. "So RodomodoR, we need your answer." GhodohG repeated his proposal to him in order to confirm his verdict.

"Yes. I'll see towards obliging to your compromise." He had held out long enough, finally giving a direct answer to them.

"Then this meeting is adjourned. The hour of moon's height grows near and the Rite of the Crescent Moon needs to be attended." GhodohG wrapped the meeting up seeing as how their main issues for this month had been addressed. There were more issues to discuss but those were allocated to a later discussion. For now, they all gave their prayers unto LiesseiL in the hopes that it may answer them some day before setting off to conduct their retrospective masses.

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