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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]

[i]This is the story of the thing in the forest. This is the story of the thing that sees us, the unseen, and which we, the unseen, cannot see. This is the story of the shadow of the shadow, the echo of the echo, the horror of the horror. It is the story of the awe maker, the child taker, the eye waker: it is the thing that sees.

We did not marvel much in those days and only knew one thing: we were made to evolve. We were the silence of the forests. We were the shadows of the trees. We were seeing and unseen, eating and uneaten, hearing and unheard. In our simplicity we knew nothing of ourselves - we did not see the tree, we did not see the forest, even ourselves we did not see. We saw in a shallow sort of way, without registering or knowing. But when the shadow of the shadows shimmered in the deathlight, when the echo of the echo rumbled in the jungleheart, when the horror of the horror stalked us, saw us, heard us, then we learned to see and then we learned to hear. Our eyes were wide then, we saw what we never before could see. It was fear. It was terror. We saw the trembling droplet on the edge of the smallest leaf dangling on the furthest branch at the highest point of the greatest tree. Terror gave us sight. Horror gave us sight. Wonder gave us sight.

Perhaps we saw it once. We saw it in the deathlight, when even light was dying. We saw it when the jungleheart was quiet. It was the silhouette of a silhouette, the thought of a thought, the memory of a memory. But it held something - pink and red and loud, fleshy unlike the flesh of the trees, veinous without the veins of the leaves, earthy with the stench of rust. And in the cries of that symbiote we heard it, and its speech was thus: [b]'I was the hidden jewel of the worlds, and I have come forth a wonder yet hidden; and I have come for no other purpose than to be known. Behold me ye who are above and who are below, ye who are granted the beholding arts: your perfection is in knowing me!'[/b]

Our perfection is in knowing you.[/i]

[list][*][hider=Summary]Interacting with [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5388066]this post[/url] by Timemaster. A story told from the perspective of the early Umbra. While their purpose until then had been evolution, Wonderboi now elucidates and defines it: if evolution is to be perfected, then their perfection is in knowing him. Umbra will now have a general preference towards evolving in ways that are conducive to spiritual and esoteric pursuits, ultimately aimed at being able to behold Wonderboi.
It also turns out that Wonderboi stole Zylana's unborn baby and is just walking about with it.[/hider]
[*][hider=MP and AP]Wehi Tama starting: 0 MP / 1 AP
1 AP: Inculcate within the Umbra a predisposition towards wondering, marveling, and seeking out the spiritual illuminations that will enables them to truly behold WONDERBHOI.

Ending Wehi: 0 MP / 0 AP
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