[center][color=CECECE][h1][b]Yesaris[/b][/h1][/color]

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[h2]Biluda[/h2][/center]

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Homura’s warmth and fiery hair were gone as quickly as she had appeared, and so the Great and All-Seeing Eye was alone once more, an eremite on the forlorn throne of her moon. Still, the words of the newly ordained [i]judge[/i] resounded clearly as Yudaiel vividly relived that moment again, and then again. They echoed a third time, those words: [b]”I have spoken with our vile brother, Iqelis. He was stained by godblood after committing [i]the most grievous of sins[/i]. I ask now, would [i]kin-slayers[/i] such as he be welcomed in this palace?”[/b] Every word carried a thought and conviction behind it that normal dialogue could not; Homura had spoken them within the dreamscape of the ideabstraction, and so Yudaiel had been granted a window into the goddess’ mind and essence. She hadn’t merely heard the words, she had [i]felt[/i] each one as well as the conviction behind it.

She didn’t know. Not yet, at least, but eventually she doubtless [i]would[/i] come to discover what fate had befallen wretched Ashevelen. The Prescient, for all her foresight, had still been forced to act brutally and without finesse, striking first and striking hard so that there would be no battle or rivalry or war, just a clean victory -- a righting of universal wrongs. And yet that had left evidence below on the Galbar’s surface, and that other one, he who called himself Epsilon, was left to stand as a witness also.

Yes, Homura would come to know the truth eventually. Bound by her promise that the moonstone-gift carried, Yudaiel was willing to even [i]show[/i] Homura the truth, if the Red Goddess ever asked to see it. Perhaps through ideabstraction she would manage to convince Homura and all the others of the necessity of her actions, but then that hadn’t worked on the Monarch.

It seemed better to instead try befriending the others, letting favors and kindnesses in the present and future wash away what they might view as the filth of the past… those who could not see and relive the past were bound to care little about it, perhaps even to forget it. And perhaps knowledge of her deed would instill fear and respect into the others, and she would be regarded highly among the pantheon just as her moon commanded a lofty perch in the heavens.

The Prescient ceased reliving that conversation; what was done was done. Ruminating upon it was only useful insofar as letting her determine which forks in the path ahead were best, and she had an idea now. So her thoughts drifted back to Epsilon!

In truth, she understood why the god of knowledge had acted as he did; she could even relate to him and his purpose, could even afford a respect to his aspect that she did not give to many others. Yudaiel was introspective enough to recognize that perhaps he was the second closest to herself, though of course she still cared little for him, or for the wretched fiend that was even closer… and while she possessed empathy, she had little sympathy, and so any kindness or pity was easily set aside. She held a grudge, a vendetta even, against Epsilon for the interference that he had wrought upon her carefully crafted plans... had it not been for the interventions of him and the work of that wretched Fly, she might have been able to fell Ashevelen much quicker. It would have been a cleaner death. There would have been less collateral damage. She would have expended less energy, been able to cover her tracks… all of that had been unraveled by the acts of just two interlopers! Predicting the future was a difficult and perilous challenge indeed.

Still, her vendetta demanded that she take action if only to appease her own pride. What better petty vengeance would there be than to discern Epsilon’s plans and hopes and then insert herself into them, to sow as much chaos and disruption as she could? He was not prescient; he lacked the power to simply look out and See and feel what she had felt. But she could show him, indeed.

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Yesaris, in contrast, cared not for many things. The ongoing disputes and pledges and annoying, annoying announcements bothered them not. All they cared about was their unending hunger, and sure, their most recent endeavor has done some good, but just one group of novice thieves would barely do anything for them. And so they sat, blood caked around their maw and upon their clawed hands as their hundreds of teeth tore into the leg of a fresh kill. It was something, that was for sure. 

They pondered their options, already they had done so much, but their hunger had been settled so little. The great pain that boiled over in their stomach still remained, settled uneasily in their thoughts. Nothing was seeming to work, and it was starting to get annoying for their hungered maw. What to do, what to do, that, was certainly the question.

The night’s air was more than crisp -- it was bitterly cold, there in the Giantlands. Much of the creatures that inhabited this place were now hiding and slumbering, even though bright, dancing, rays of moonlight twisted between the clouds and illuminated the environs enough for one to get by without much trouble.

Another bite from the carcass did little to satiate the ravenous god. Blood and meat were devoured and dissolved in an instant, and Yesaris left no scraps, yet even these giant beasts were mere morsels... [i]But what if there were things that tasted better than fresh meat, things that were softer too? Things that lacked substance, but that could be digested all the same?[/i]

Yesaris shook their head, trying to grasp their mind away from the strange thought. It was not their own that was for sure, but, it posited an interesting idea, something that lacked substance? But could be digested? Surely there was no such thing, at least, not that Yesaris knew of. And surely if it did, it would not taste better than flesh. No, this thought was of no use to them, they would have to think of something else for their feast. For now, they bit into the hunk of flesh in front of them, savouring the taste upon their tongue.

A pair of blue glowing orbs, shining as though behind a lattice, emerged from one of the nearby bushes. It remained there, silently watching Yesaris. A slight scratching emerged, the wet slick of frozen mud being moved aside as though with a piece of metal. Biluda had arrived, and had come across the bloodied god-creature through following the sounds of its eating. They drew it from the bush, scurried lines in the mud. Yesaris was, too engrossed in their meal at present moment, devouring more and more of what they had, paying little heed to the noises emitted nearby. 

Biluda finished their initial sketch of the creature in the mud, and next took to scratching notes next to the sketch, of what the creature was eating, how it ate, its coloration; they dutifully kept track of it all. They lifted their head to get a better look, shifting their foot -- and then the twig snapped. They had stepped on a dropping from the bush, and its snap echoed throughout the otherwise quiet forest around them. Biluda froze completely still, staring at the creature, seeing if it heard the sound.

The creature’s head shot up to look, a piece of meat stuck mid-bite within their maw. It swallowed the piece whole and scanned the area around them, finally locking in on the bush BIluda sat in. 

[color=CECECE]”Who goes there? Bad luck to disturb the feast of a hungry god.”[/color] They called out, their teeth locked in their eternal smile. 

The answer was immediate, and tinged with disbelief hidden behind a forced passivity, “I speak to a god? One of the creators of the world?”

A chuckle came from the shrouded face [color=CECECE]”Yes yes, we, are Yesaris, and would very much like to know why you disturb our meal.”[/color] they stood up, letting the scattered meat that was in their lap fall to the ground. 

A slight pause from the Kynikos, before the response, their emotion forced down in an attempt to avoid seeming like a threat to the god, “I am Biluda; I heard you eating and came to take notes on you. I assumed you were merely fauna.”

The smiling head turned downwards, then back up. [color=CECECE]”We suppose we can not fault you for that, we care not for the regalities of our kin, not when food is needed.”[/color] They picked up some of the flesh once more, before continuing, [color=CECECE]”Speaking which, what are you? We have not seen your form before.”[/color]

[i]This one is a curious specimen. It sustains itself through eating knowledge,[/i] the lord of parasites suddenly and inexplicably realized. They shook their head again, more of those thoughts, but, eating knowledge? There’s no way. 

Biluda stood up, stepping out of the bush to reveal their metal mask and heavy clothes, their two blue eyes peering out from behind the mask’s lattice as they answered once more, still guarded, “I am a creation of my lord Epsilon, who has.. Cut me free, as it were. Does every creature eat each other?”

The devourer shook their head, [color=CECECE]”No, some eat the plants, our own spawn consumes only small portions, eating slowly from others. Tell us, what do you consume? It is our interest to learn what the other gods let their creations consume.”[/color] 

The response was hesitant, as though Biluda was not sure it was their place to answer the question, “My kind eats new experiences and discoveries. We need not the meat or plants.”

Huh, guess those thoughts were right. Yesaris made a note to thank them later. [color=CECECE]”Interesting, we have not heard of that before...are there, more of your kin? It would be a shame that such a, unique, method of consumption, not be used to its full effect.”[/color]

Biluda looked around the landscape for a moment as if looking for more of his kin in the area, before answering, “Yes, I suppose there is. None have followed me this far, but they are out there.”

[color=CECECE]”We see,”[/color] They paused, Biluda might even have sworn that the god’s smile had grown wider. [color=CECECE]”now, this experience eating, does it have to be [i]your[/i] experiences?[/color]

Biluda shifted uncomfortably, “It depends on what you account as my experiences. I could be sustained off of the stories of others or the notes of a fellow explorer.”

[color=CECECE]”Huh, We apologize for the questions, we are a curious sort, much like you.”[/color] They cleaned off some of the blood upon their face, growing deeper in thought [color=CECECE]”Perhaps you’d sate a god’s curiosity, and help out with an experiment we have in mind? You could use it as some of that, new experience.”[/color]

The Kynikos took a step back, their two glowing eyes narrowing slightly, “I’m afraid I would require further explanation.”

[color=CECECE]”Just a test on consumption, new experiences are bound to dry up, but, if our idea works, we might be able to help your kin alleviate that.”[/color]

Biluda shook their head, “You have yet to tell me what you want me to consume. Why?”

[color=CECECE]”As in truth, we are unsure if it’d work, in short, we wish to see if you could consume the thoughts, or memories, of another mortal. Well, less consume we imagine, and more learn from their experiences in a direct manner. If you’d indulge us, we could learn if this is even possible.”[/color]

Biluda crossed their arms, and spoke once more, “Would that not also be achievable through reading their writing, or speaking to them? This doesn’t feel right.”

[color=CECECE]”But you could experience so much more, and through their eyes no less, surely that would be interesting no no? There are certainly memories there that no writing could explain, or what the mortals themselves can’t even write, it’d open so much for your kin.”[/color]

The response was flat, the masked Kynikos still eyeing the god suspiciously, “You’ve yet to mention the catch.”

[color=CECECE]”Well what catch would there be? You do not consume the knowledge as we do with our flesh, you would merely be learning from the deep memories of the mortals, which could be delectable for knowledge eaters like you, you could uncover old memories from wisened sages who might not have the capacity to remember them by themselves, learn the first-hand accounts of warriors just upon their deathbed so that it may be written later in great sagas. Such knowledge could be invaluable, could it not?”[/color] 

Another flat response, tinged with incredulity, “You’ve been trying very hard to sell this idea to me. I do not trust it.”

It was clear at this point the god was getting annoyed. [color=CECECE]”What more could you want, it is test, sating curiosity, we have given all that we may know that would happen, do you not even wish to know what would happen? One test. That is all.”[/color] 

Biluda explained, as they took another step back, “Your insistence on just one test suggests to me that one test is all it takes for the catch to manifest itself. I seek new experiences, but not to the point of foolishness.”

[color=CECECE]”Yes,”[/color] they began, taking their own step forward, a chittering sound beginning to emit from their void of a face, [color=CECECE]”yet it would be even more foolish to deny a god for much longer, wouldn’t it?”[/color]

The Kynikos backed against the bush, as they said, the slightest tinge of fear in their voice, “Ah, so it was never actually a choice. I see.”

The lord parasite chuckled, beginning to close the distance between the two. [color=CECECE]”No, we suppose not, but really, you could’ve made it, so, so, much easier, yes yes. Come now, don’t make it even more difficult.”[/color] They held out one of their arms towards the fearful Kynikos, their ever present smile widening. 

Biluda’s shoulders sagged as they clambered forward; they made no effort to disguise their disgust of the situation, however. Their two glowing eyes narrowed into a glare of hatred as they approached the god, and they held out a hand to accept the offer, with a muttered insult.

Yesaris took the hand, their smile as wide as ever, and clearly ignoring the insult from Biluda. They let go, and turned back around to survey the surroundings. [color=CECECE]”Now, we just need to find ourselves a Bjork, you wouldn’t happen to know any good places?”[/color] they asked, turning back towards them. Biluda shrugged, tilting their head to further make their point that they didn’t know.

They then followed up, “What is a Bjork? I’ve not seen anything other than simple creatures. Are they one of the woodland animals I have scared off?”

Yesaris shook their head [color=CECECE]”No no, they are not animals, beaver folk, unsure if other sapients around, so they best bet for this test.”[/color]

Biluda responded, their voice still tinged with hatred, “So, are you expecting me to find one, or do you already know where they are?”

[color=CECECE]”We know their direction, we just came from some, were good starts for fun. We’re sure they won’t mind another visit from us.”[/color] They looked around once more, before finally settling upon a direction deeper in the cold lands. [color=CECECE]”Should be, that way, come come.”[/color] They began to walk in that direction, clearly intending for the knowledge eater to follow them, regardless of if they wanted to or not. 

It took the two wayward beings a while to find what they were looking for. Though it was aided by the light of the moon. But it was certainly there in front of them, a fairly large wooden dam built upon one of the many rivers that criss-crossed the region. No light emitted from within, and there was none outside the dam either. It looked as if the entire area was empty, or more likely, fast asleep. 

[color=CECECE]”Good, good, this will make it easier for us. Come now, we have work to do.”[/color] 

Yesaris crept towards the dam, slowly twisting their body into a new shape, within seconds their insectoid form had been replaced by that of a beaver, a long white streak in their fur, and a rotten wooden walking staff in their hand, yet, that horrific smile remained. They briefly turned to Biluda, before speaking in their same harsh voice. 

[color=CECECE]”The plan will be simple, we’ll sneak in and find ourselves a sleeping host, and from there, you do your thing, and we get the results, simple simple.”[/color] 

The god didn’t wait for a reply from the knowledge-eater, and promptly worked their way into the dam. Leading Biluda silently through the tight wooden pathways carefully, so as to not disturb the sleeping Bjorks that lay within. It did not take long to find a suitable host, a bjork sleeping within their own little cove of the dam, it was minimalist, with little beyond a few tools and smatterings of clothing. Yesaris knelt just next to the Bjork, gesturing their hand to the sleeping creature, instructing Biluda to go ahead, and perform the test. 

Biluda hesitantly reached their hand out to the sleeping Bjork; their glove lightly imprinting on the creature’s fur. They felt a tug, as instructions came to them, foreign to their mind. A light glow emerged from under the palm of their glove, bathing the room in a dim light. Biluda could feel the folds of the Bjork’s mind, and they ran through the memories, both vivid and faded. They could afford to cherry pick, to avoid too much damage.

One memory would do, one that would not be missed. Biluda snatched out a two-day old memory of the Bjork’s breakfast, and found it particularly feeble. It did not fill the Kynikos, but that was the point. They went to pull their hand away: their hand did not move. Their gaze slammed over, finding a fuzzy hand clasped on their shoulder. The god was grinning at them, a horrific, unnatural grin that should never have fit on the face of a Bjork, disguise or not.

Biluda grabbed their trapped arm with their other hand, desperately pulling at it. They tried to scream, but found the sound did not emerge. They could not feel their hand beyond the steely, unbreakable grip of the god. Memories flashed through their head as the world spun. With horror, Biluda realized the source: The god had taken control of their hand. Their mind swam with crisp mornings, the taste of a fish, the Bjork’s secret love, the vagaries of birth.

The next realization hit. The god wasn’t making them take just some memories, no, Biluda was taking [i]everything[/i]. They slammed their first against Yesaris’ grip, but the Bjork hand stood still as though Biluda were nothing more than a breeze. Unfamiliar sensations were flooding their head, as they took an involuntary gasp for air that they did not need. The Bjork wasn’t moving, they weren’t breathing anymore. Biluda fell to their knees, gasping as their body tried to make use of lungs that did not exist. There were no memories left in the Bjork, so Yesaris had made Biluda take something else; the deep-seated memory of the muscles and the bones.

Biluda couldn’t feel Yesaris’ grip release. They collapsed to the floor, catching themselves only barely with their hands in an instinctive motion as they gasped. They retched, though nothing came as there was nothing within to regurgitate. The identity of the Bjork clashed in their mind, fighting to free itself from the confines of the memories of Biluda.

Yesaris merely watched Biluda writhe upon the ground. Their eyes wide in interest and fascination, their smile widening as it always seemed to do. They allowed the knowledge-eater to suffer through their new sensations for a moment, before finally poking them with their rotten staff. [color=CECECE]”We’re going to guess by your reaction, it is quite the new sensation. We’re sure you’ll become use to it in a few mere moments, but, we must know if they taste good.”[/color]

Biluda slowly sat back up, hazily staring at the Bjork laying dead in their bed. It looked almost peaceful; as though their body had simply stopped. The Kynikos did not answer the question, but rather said, their voice hateful, “You’ve turned me into a murderer.”

[color=CECECE]”Now we wouldn’t call it [i]murderer[/i] per say, yes, that feeding may have been a bit, overboard, but moderation is a lesson best learned rather quickly, besides, you didn’t murder that creature, merely, fed off of them.”[/color]

Their gloved hand raised to point at the body in the bed, unbreathing. The Bjork’s heart was still, their brain nothing but inert matter now. Biluda breathed, “They’re dead. You forced me to murder them. Everything they are is gone and will never leave me.”

Yesaris turned towards the lifeless body, poking it with their staff as well, [color=CECECE]”At the very least, death in sleep is a calm, peaceful way to go. But we should not worry about that, what we’re here for is what you’re feeling, the sensation, the [i]taste[/i] especially.”[/color] Their eyes were wide and filled with curiosity.

Biluda silently stood up, shaking their head as they turned away. They muttered, “If you really want to know, I’m sure you’ll just pluck it from my head anyways. Leave me be.”

[color=CECECE]”Hmmm, we suppose we could, it would not be difficult to begin with,”[/color] They tapped upon their chin some, before beginning to transform once more, this time into a large, almost dog sized, white bat, with that same, horrid grin plastered upon it, [color=CECECE]”Besides, we’re sure we can find some of your kin for further tests, but, for now, you have done your end of the test, so, we shall leave you be; try not to get too hungry.”[/color] 

They stretched out their wings, suddenly shooting themselves past Biluda, down the wooden tunnels of the dam, off to continue whatever their plans were. Surely to feed upon more and more, and corrupt more to their ways.

Biluda, for their part, gave one last glance to the Bjork, laying dead in their bed. They shook their head in disgust, and walked out of the dwelling. The moon lay high in the sky, but they would need to flee if the death was to be blamed on luck rather than malice. Taking the route that Yesaris first showed them, they made their way out of the town, floating in the middle of the lake, and swam to the shore. They put distance between them and the Bjorks, walking for hours into the night.

Once Biluda had come to a suitable distance, they stopped, sitting against a tree as they looked up at the moon. A queer thought entered Biluda’s mind; it seemed almost as though the moon was looking back. Of course, it was easy to feel as much with that great big spot in the middle of it that resembled the pupil of an eye, but this time something felt [i]different.[/i]

And that was the last thought Biluda had before being gripped by some unseen power. The Galbar now longer held sway over Biluda, whose body suddenly seemed to yearn to be united with the moon. Slowly for a moment, but then with increasing rapidity, Biluda was wrenched upward by a pull that could not be resisted. Biluda was a murderer, and guilty no doubt; but they were hardly ready to surrender to their fate. They grasped at whatever they could reach; tree branches whipped by them, then open air. Hands grabbed nothing, wisping through the clouds as though they were never corporeal to begin with. With a sense of sardonic amusement, the Kynikos realized even now they were classifying that information away. They looked down at the clouds receding below them, however, and any amusement vanished.

The air around them began to thin, though this was of little concern to them; the sun sat on the distant horizon, revealed as Biluda left the curvature of the Galbar behind. It was hazy, covered by a blue glow emerging from the planet. They spun around as the atmosphere pulled on them, their vision rapidly switching from the Galbar to the moon above. Their arms flailed, almost involuntarily as their body gained momentum in its spin.

There was a shift, but it was imperceivable at first; with the heavenly bodies so massive and yet so far, it was difficult to even discern any translational speed, much less quantify it. Still, Biluda’s velocity was lessening, until it eventually became nothing and the lone kynikos was left stranded in the libration point between the moon and the Galbar; the two bodies’ gravity perfectly countered one another’s pull, and after a time, Biluda realized that all their motion relative to either of the two had been arrested. When a fish was similarly caught within a maelstrom, it could thrash and flail and try to swim its way out of the whirlpool -- and perhaps meet with some success -- but here, any such efforts would be utterly futile. There was nothing, not even air, to push against. Even if there were a way to move, the islands within the black void of space could offer no refuge to a trapped fish; to fall back upon one was surely to die.

So this was it, then. Nothingness! Imprisoned in a void with nothing to touch or feel. There was also precious little to so much as look at, once the awe-inspiring view of the heavenly bodies and the countless arrays of stars eventually started to sink in, grow old, and become trite. One could only marvel at something for so long before it lost its luster, after all. Subconsciously, Biluda had been trying to look away from the ominous moon with its many scars and cracks and craters; its face was eerie from below the Galbar’s night skies, with the one great crater that resembled a pupil, but from here it was more disconcerting still.

Eventually something compelled Biluda to glance back towards the moon, though, and a flicker of motion disrupted the monotony and stillness! Light reflected off a small, distant object that was rapidly approaching from the direction of the moon. As the object drifted ever closer, its pinprick of light became a discernable shape -- humanoid, with four limbs and a head. But it did not so much as twitch as it raced ever closer, so stoic that it might have been a corpse, or a statue.

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[i]But it was not a corpse, and not quite a statue. It was an empty shell, an immaculate suit of achromatic plate beneath bleached cloth, complete with a snowy mask adorned only with argent leaves and flowers. And as it came closer, it suddenly halted within arm’s reach, and it called to Biluda.[/i][/center][/hider]

The Kynikos reached out to the body, feeling it as their mind worked. Biluda was not slow on the draw; they understood what was happening. What use would an empty body be to a Kynikos except to inhabit? Their mind whirled, however, at the unspoken question: who, or what, was giving them the body? With a glance down at Galbar, and a half-hearted glance up at the moon, Biluda abandoned their old form.

The transfer of essence to a new body was not comfortable without the distraction of inspiration. Their soul felt squeezed, the work was tiring, and they could feel pressure in the back of their mind. Their old form slowly lost cohesion, the cloth fluttering loosely as the magic that glued it together vanished. Metal and wood floated absently across the void. Finally, even the glowing blue eyes behind the mask vanished, sucked through the cloth and out the arm, into the new body.

They opened again; two glowing pinpricks out of the hauntingly white mask. The ruin of the past form drifted slowly away, looking feeble and small. Something was different about this new one; it carried a power to it, and memories also.

These memories were alien, and their arrival was strange and abrupt. One moment there was nothing, and the next held understanding of all that had transpired, memories of a goddess muddling subtly into the mixture of Biluda’s own and that of the poor bjork’s. Biluda recalled a horrible, bitter rivalry – a vendetta, no less – sworn against Epsilon, her very creator. She recalled watching the Academy from afar, observing the discord among the ranks of Kynikos as they had looked to the moon as a crowd (and Biluda down there among it) found strange inspiration from the moon… she had not directed or caused whatever affected the kynikos, but it had given inspiration, as well as a desire to claim some of the Kynikos for herself, to turn them against the Academy and bring it to ruin from within. So she had Seen what had to be done, and guided Fate such that Biluda happened to chance upon Yesaris in the dead of night, and such that that god came to think of a means through which the Kynikos might be twisted into something different, something deadlier, something stronger – call them the [i]Keftes.[/i]

And then of course there was the familiar and fresh memory of abducting Biluda into space – a good demonstration of power, and a way to all but force compliance even if that shock and awe was not enough – and then of shaping that suit of white armor from the moon’s rock itself, imbuing it with divine power, and propelling it to Biluda: the prime keftes, first of many, chosen champion, the one to bring low the Academy.

Yes, this moon goddess was insidious and manipulative, perhaps even worse than Yesaris, but there was nothing to be done; the moon would watch, and its will [i]would[/i] more likely than not be done; the moon goddess simply Saw too much and could reach too far to be defied for long. It was disconcerting to think about, so Biluda fled, instinctively conjuring some power from the new moonstone simulacrum and using it to soar back down to the Galbar, leaving the old body and innocence and normality forever behind, stranded in the dead of space.

[hider=Summary]
Yudaiel worries about her place in the pantheon and how to exert power from the moon.
She has no immediate solutions for the matters so her mind drifts to Epsilon, who up and took the Codex from her.
She decides she understands why Epsilon took the Codex, but is frustrated he intervened and decides to fuck with him.
She does so by beaming ideas into Yesaris’ head, who is currently chilling and eating an animal in the thousand lakes area.
Yesaris doesn’t understand the visions at first, and continues eating.
Biluda comes across Yesaris, attracted by the sounds, and starts observing them eat.
Yesaris doesn’t notice until Biluda snaps a twig, then orders them out.
Biluda explains who and what they are, and Yesaris finally figures out what the visions means, and, completely unaware they’re from Yudaiel, decides to turn Biluda into a memory-eater.
Biluda, understandably, does not trust Yesaris. They argue back and forth for far longer than a god should let a mortal mouth back, and eventually Yesaris snaps and tells Biluda it isn’t a choice.
They find a Bjork through sneaking into a Bjork lodge. Biluda reluctantly begins memory-eating and eats a tiny, inconsequential memory.
Yesaris takes control and forces Biluda to eat literally all of the Bjork’s memories, nearly replacing Biluda’s identity with the Bjork’s. The Bjork dies because Biluda also ate the muscle memory, so the Bjork’s heart stopped pumping, their diaphragm stopped moving, so on.
Most memory-eaters will not be able to do this, and definitely not in such a short time. This is a special case due to Yesaris taking control.
Afterwards, Yesaris fucks off and after some guilt, so does Biluda.
Biluda gets sucked up into space by Yudaiel, who presents them with a brand spanking new moon body.
Seeing no other choice, Biluda accepts and moves to the new body. They inherit a few memories from Yudaiel that they can’t really make sense of, and fly back down to the surface.
As a champion, Yudaiel has implanted in Biluda’s mind to be a direct opponent of the academy.
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[hider=Vigor Expenditures]
Yudaiel begins with 3 vigor.
1 is spent making Biluda a champion.
Yudaiel ends with 2.

Yesaris Start=9
1(Discounted from 2)-Teach Kynikos how to become Keftes, ie: memory eaters. In addition to sustaining themselves on knowledge, they can consume memories from other sapients.
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Biluda
+1 base for post
+1 for being main character of post
+3 for post length
-2 spent on the extraordinary feat of flying back to the Galbar from outer space.

3 Spirit Remaining

A divine quest has been given: Biluda is to somehow disrupt the Academy and make Epsilon really angry.[/hider]