[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLjE4MjEzZi5WbUZqZFdsMGVRLCwuMAAA/gondess-demo.regular.png[/img][/center][hr] It all began with an aborted action. Twas evidence of turmoil within, a storm of heedless emotion within a being wrought of such, framed by little more than the remembered fragments of those it had come to know. Time swept past, the door to a realm barred even to the allies of the Dreaming God, even to his twin. A silent, unseen struggle consumed him, devouring his attention and requiring the entirety of his intent. So turned inwards was the god, its very being inverted by the tumultuous force of its own endlessly vast emotions. [hr] Crashing waves against a stone shore, the rocks of its face jagged and torn--ever-growing moreso over time. Glassine shards of prismatic power contained within a storm of pigment, writhing like angry stigmata upon the inverted skein of the Watcher Within. [center]Neo-Aicheil. Os-fhireach. Aicheil.[/center] Beyond the shores of Galbar's material world, there was a calamity, a great conflagration of the immaterial. Many dreams, thoughts, and minds thrown into a terrible conflict with themselves, plagued by the unleashed agony and wrath of the Dreaming God. Like shattered glass, like twisting fatal currents, like lightning in its suddenness and lethality, the unhinged consciousness wrought eons of suffering and ecstasy in equal measure upon any foolish enough to walk within the Great Weave for too long. Slowly, with the boundless patience of time, the currents and shifting fractals of the Endless Dream began to calm. However, left behind by the calamity was an indelible mark, a change in the Subtle Web of Galbar's Collective Unconscious. It would go mostly unnoticed, but in the Dreaming God, this change was reflected with great potency. [hr] Reforged once again, the shroud of the Dreaming God had been tainted by the nightmare. It was a flowing cascade of billowing pearlescent black, a sheen of red and green upon its form. Like veins, those bloody, sickly colors, they cut jagged patterns into his cloak. They were as shattered glass or fractured stone, and as the Worldweave shifted, so too did the colors, writhing and churning with dis-ease and discontent. The eyes of that most eldritch twin remained shut and tightly lidded against the world. A low hum emanated outwards then, suffusing the Roineagan with a trembling terror. It rattled free all thoughts of peace and set alight a frightful fervor. It spread unending through his realm and past it to Galbar, and then with ease, it teased at eaves and cleaved open the threshold of his realm. Unto Antiquity, it spilled, a churning miasma of frothing sickly power. All it touched warped and curled away as if trying to escape. A mere glance could tell that the essence was a dangerous horrid thing, filled to brimming with malice and endless savage mirth. [center]Wrath. Revulsion. Fury. Discontent.[/center] In the mire tread a figure, his silhouette a rift in the world, as if emptiness could somehow be given form. He pressed forth until he reached the center of that stonework domain wherein deities did dance and dally. Upon the confluence stood the figure, his eyeless gaze turning then to roving. His attention pushed the miasma further out to encompass more of the vast colosseum where it roiled, casting its sickly sensation upon everything it touched. A subsonic vibration passed from the not-throat of that Dreaming God and pressed through the stone of the enclosure unified intent had conjured into being. It cast out, and it touched the thresholds of several realms. [hr] Yamat’s Endless Wastes, perhaps for the first time, came to know a devouring fog. Its drifting black soot and Umbral Star burned down upon that desolate place, yet they could not entirely banish that insidious incursion. Within the roiling fog, eddies of tumorous essence grew, then coalesced into a vast figure, its eyes closed, its cloak marred, its visage once a sea of stars. Now to look upon him would invoke only a sense of emptiness or warped vision, as if a vast lightless void had devoured the nebulae of his deific form. [color=#234C5F][b]“Deity of Tragedy I call upon your muse,”[/b][/color] intoned the Eldritch Twin, his voice stirring the dead air of the place into frenetic motion. Winds swept out, carrying the murky mist that was his essence. The sudden storm invoked by his trespass at first seemed aimless in its vast and trackless dance, meaningless and empty, but as the seconds ticked, something began to resolve itself in that dead-wind movement. Where before there had merely been the absence of things, devoid of life or soul, there existed now a droning noise, a deep-wind rushing sound, which was most unnatural. As if to punctuate the presence of the dread wind, he spoke. [center][color=#234C5F][b]“Pact.”[/b][/color][/center] It said alliance. [hr] Into the Realm of Truth, a divine essence pressed, its nature most familiar. It passed through many mirrors and split a thousand-thousand times, slithering through the empty air as it multiplied. With each reflection, it grew until finally, each thread drew inwards and formed the Dreamer's form anew. [center][color=#234C5F][b]“Twin.”[/b][/color] The presence said. Yet the word was empty.[/center] [hr] In its search, the vast intractable intent of the Dreaming God fell upon the Realm Between and saw in it the remnants of a struggle. The marks of claws, flashes of heat, hatred, and sorrow. Rage and jealousy. [indent][indent][indent]Deep within the mire, Aicheil shed tears. Hidden inside, Os-fhireach clawed at his cage. Just beneath the surface, Neo-Aicheil raved and raged.[/indent][/indent][/indent] Yet, within the mist, eyes closed shut, visage starless and black, a nameless presence ruled. [color=#234C5F][b]“Petty,”[/b][/color] the presence said and its words cut swaths of hateful symbols in the stone. The air screamed and fled, slamming outwards, cracking pillars, and buffeting the walls with tremendous force. Any caught between the center where the presence stood, and the walls would be beset by a terrible pressure, though no violence would befall them. The figure turned and strode forth, the realm of Moonlight his destination. [hider=Summary]The Dreaming God moves to leave his realm, but the action is aborted by the inner turmoil of his warring emotions as he espouses a new power--though it is yet unknown to him. The storm of his emotions infect the Roineagan and spread beyond, riling up a storm within the Endless Dream, proliferating a maddening stream of nightmares. Eventually, the Dreamer emerges from his stupor, apparently stabilized, yet something has changed. Not all is well. Departing his realm, his form changed and his visage surrounded by a swiftly spreading mire of miasmic essence, the Eldritch Twin enters Antiquity, searches, and locates those of his siblings which he desires to entreat--in one fashion or another. He leaves behind him only a deep sense of unease as he seeks out his twin, calls upon Yamat and heads into the realm of the Moonlit Goddess, his intentions unknown.[/hider] [hider=Might Summary][hider=█████████][u]Start:[/u] 5MP, 5DP. -3DP -- Acquire Madness Port. [u]End:[/u] 5MP, 2DP. [i]5/5 Madness Portfolio - Acquired[/i][/hider][/hider]