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[h1][sub]WEHI TAMA[/sub][/h1]
[b][sub]HE STRIKES WITH THE SWORD OF WONDER | GOD OF THE CHILDREN | HE HAS BEHELD | AWEBRINGER[/sub][/b][/centre]


[b][u]Aspect[/u][/b]
[INDENT]There are two kinds of things in the world: those that fill with wonder and those that are filled with wonder. Wehi Tama is that wonder. The sea is not by its nature wondrous; Wehi Tama is the wonder of the sea. The sky is not by its nature wondrous; Wehi Tama is the wonder of the sky. The mountains are not by their nature wondrous, nor are the rivers nor the lakes nor the birds of murmuring colours nor even the eyes of mortalkind and their limbs and their great hulking forms or lithe agile ones; Wehi Tama is the wonder in all things. He is the wonder of the world.

Wehi Tama gives all things the quality of being wondrous and enables whatever he pleases to feel wonder. Being wondrous is a quality while being filled with wonder is a feeling, an emotion. Wehi Tama's aspect, therefore, grants him authority over elements of cognition and perception even as it grants him power over physical reality. He weaves wondrousness into the tapestry of the world, causes mortalkind to feel wonder, and can well bring forth their feelings of wonder - the flights of their souls and imaginations - into the physical realm. Those taken up by wonder may not know what is the product of their wonderstruck minds and what is reality! Are the mountains of vapour on which I tread a mere dream or do I truly jump between the stars? Does yon bright moon smile down on me and hither thither dance or have I eaten of the purple-shroom? Is that a child on yon distant cloud- a child of marvel, a child of miracle! And is that a sword he brings, a sword of flame- he strikes! he strikes with the sword of wonder![/INDENT]

[b][u]Persona[/u][/b]
[INDENT][i]Adaptable. Adventurous. Amiable. Charismatic. Confident. Contemplative. Courageous. Creative. Curious. Daring. Energetic. Imaginative. Aggressive. Boyish. Mystical. Arbitrary. Boisterous. Dogmatic. Egocentric. Meddlesome. Obsessive. Wilful.[/i]
In the lap of unliving aeons I have slept... I have been caused to sleep. And I thought I would sleep forevermore, my fate thus halted, the age of wonder stilled, the marvels of the world nevermore to be beheld. But behold, I have awoken - you bring me forth, Anath, you stir me once again. I have awed worlds before, I have beheld with the eyes of crazed wonder - I have struck with its sword, I have slain the lifeless corpses of those who could not marvel. I am come, Anath, you have brought me forth! I strike with the sword of wonder.[/INDENT]

[b][u]Base Form[/u][/b]
[INDENT]Wehi Tama is a wonder to behold. He takes on the mortal shape of man - or rather, when man was first created in the first of all worlds, he was made in Wehi Tama's image. Wehi Tama is the wonder of the divine shape; the divine shape is the wonder of the mortal form. But Wehi Tama is not only a wonder to behold, his speech is wondrous, his strikes are wondrous, wonder is the movement of his eyes, wonder is the parting of his lips. He strikes with the sword of wonder.
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[b][u]Myth[/u][/b]
[INDENT]It was fifty winters ago. The moon was a grinning blade in the heavens, the night was darkness all. I had not seen eight summers. The trees were calm, I remember it well. There was no breeze. But it was winter, and the windless night was cold. And yet, for all that darkness, the moon was a blade in the skies. Oh it was bright. And as I walked from tree to tree, their leafless branches like wizened hands reaching for heaven, the darkness only thinned. When I came to a clearing it was the day in the midst of night, and in the heart of that pulsing clearing was a wolf as white as snow. Its eyes were of emerald and claws obsidian. It struck only once- what sweet child of eight summers could resist such a being?

And yet, and you can laugh all you like, I did. You think these scars are the marks of blades? You think a sword touched me at the walls of Bilar? A pox on your thoughts - no mortal hand, nor yet a mortal blade nor mortal arrow nor mortal spear has struck me once in these fifty summers. Only the wolf struck me. Look here, see my face, look here where it bit, here where it drew flesh from the bone. And look here too - see, this? You will not find a blade like it in all the world. I drew it from the jaws of the wolf as we wrestled in the night of light. It growled and I croaked, it struck and I staggered - but watch me swing, oh sword! Do you think my finest day was at the fields of Quattan? Aye I struck down fifty men that day, I swam in blood, I drank of skulls - but no. My greatest glory was my first, for it was no wolf that I fought but god! Oh, you laugh, but I tell you: he struck with the sword of wonder.[/INDENT]

[b][u]Musical Themes[/u][/b]
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