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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CC3Ka8r73r8][color=#8CAAA0]Theme I[/color][/url] [color=#EEB22B]♦[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSYJBmIcTf4][color=#8CAAA0]Theme II[/color][/url] [color=#EEB22B]♦[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lT5YuJo0G0][color=#8CAAA0]Theme III[/color][/url] [color=#EEB22B]♦[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asV1S7KMtU0][color=#8CAAA0]Theme IIII[/color][/url][/sup][/center][hr][hr][center][hider][sup]Tall-ee kay kai-she-ah   May-eye Tah lure-ee[/sup]
[h3][color=#EEB22B]Aspect[/color]
[sup][color=#EEB22B]♦[/color][color=#8CAAA0]Quintessence[/color][color=#EEB22B]♦[/color][/sup][/h3][color=#EEB22B]♦[/color]
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[indent][indent]Drawn from the living, possessed by the dead, and pervasive throughout the primal fabric of existence, quintessence is that which animates, allows potentialities, and narrows the gaze of fate. From this essential component of the cosmos, identities arise bearing the living unto their vessels. Irreducible and infinite, quintessence is a wellspring of unknowable power, continually differentiating and iterating upon itself to fill all life with an essence that persists. Through this power, borne of it and serving as its source, the Progenitor of Breath may become many things. Through their Aspect, the Progenitor unifies each Conscious Spark with a web of tangled threads, each a path they might walk, every strand someone they might become. As the Weaver, Tali-Maei can view the potential paths of all who live; they may alter these probabilities or sunder any threads they choose.

Yet, Tali-Maei is more than the Weaver; so too is she the Womb of Souls, from which every animating spark was born. Through this facet, the God of Quintessence may imbue life into the lifeless or youth into the old. With this power, so too can the nature of a being's essence be changed, granting any number of banes or boons. Thus, Tali Kei Kyshi'a--Maei Ta' Lhuri--is the source from which all souls were derived, whether one was aware of it or not. Yet...as the Arbiter of Axiom--the principles by which all must abide--so too may the ensouled become empty husks at the Arbiter's command.

Through understanding, one may glean Tali-Maei as the source of souls, and so too the Weaver of their fates. She is the Mother and her warmth; He is the Judge, the Scales, and the harsh Blade of judgment. After all, what one has created, so too can they destroy. What one has given, so too can they reclaim. Such is the way of the Progenitor.

[hider=Examples & Explanations]Simplest among Tali-Maei’s capabilities is the capacity to impart souls into things that exist in physical reality. It should be noted that though the Progenitor’s Aspect has strong ties to Life and Fertility, she cannot expend power (AP) to create physical vessels of any kind, be they bodies of flesh and bone or golems of wood and stone. However, the Progenitor can impart life to the unliving by inserting quintessence into things that already exist in the world. Furthermore, Tali-Maei’s power over the precise nature and construction of souls allows her to rewrite and alter them in the interest of creating various outcomes. A soul could be created in such a way that it gave its holder specific capabilities outside those natural to their species.

A human without innate magic or knowledge might be given a soul that allows them to understand the calls of animals or the whispers of the trees. Perhaps an elf might be born with a soul gifting them with great talent for the arts or mathematics; such things as these are possible when graced by the gifts of Tali-Maei. Notable, however, is the fact that the Weaver of Fates cannot create souls that give innate physical properties to a given race without power pulled from beyond their Aspect (MP).

However, while Tali-Maei is often a benevolent influence within the world, so too can their power be harnessed to cause great harm or misfortune. While direct physical alterations cannot be enacted via her Prime Aspect, the Progenitor is capable of creating curse-like effects by altering the nature of a given soul (or souls). A woman of great intellect might be cursed with profound laziness such that they may never act upon their ideas; a hateful man might be blighted with terrible luck, the possibilities of their fate narrowed to those of unending misfortune.

Beyond this, as the Weaver of Fates, Tali may alter the potentialities assigned to any given soul(s), allowing the Weaver to sculpt their lives to their satisfaction. Possibilities might be pruned such that a man who was once destined for poverty might instead turn his life around and become a great inventor. Perhaps a tyrannical monarch whose rule was fated to be long might be cut tragically short. Of course, as the Arbiter of Axioms and the Womb of Souls from which all Quintessence is borne unto the world, Tali-Maei can at any time wrest the soul from any vessel it inhabits. While this will not innately kill the body, without a soul, the vessel will be rendered empty of intellect and agency and thus unable to care for itself leading to its inevitable demise.[/hider][/indent][/indent][h3][color=#EEB22B]Persona[/color]
[sup][color=#EEB22B]♦[/color][color=#8CAAA0]Compassionate[s]  [color=#EEB22B]♦[/color]  [/s]Enigmatic[s]  [color=#EEB22B]♦[/color] [/s]Merciless [/color][color=#EEB22B]♦[/color][/sup][/h3][color=#EEB22B]♦[/color][color=#EEB22B]♦[/color][color=#EEB22B]♦[/color]
[indent][indent]Though a great many traits aptly describe the Progenitor of Breath, none may entirely encapsulate the deity’s mystique. While Tali-maei is indeed a profoundly maternal figure, holding a nigh endless capacity for compassion and love for all her many children, so too is the god capable of incredible cruelty. Yet, it cannot be said that the Weaver of Fates is truly unkind or cruel, for any punishment meted out by the Arbiter is innately just, as their rulings are based upon the precepts of Fate itself. Thus, though it can be said that they are merciless, it can never be said that she is inequitable.

Beyond these defining features of the Progenitor’s persona, little can be said, as their capricious and willful nature defies succinct or stable description.[/indent][/indent]
[h3][color=#EEB22B]Myth[/color]
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[indent][indent][hider=_][i][b]"Tali

"Mei

"Kei

"Ta'."[/b][/i]

A bright chant floated upon the air of that bright moonlit night, its source a woman perched atop a mountain's peak, her hair and clothes in disarray. Yet, upon her face was an expression of purest joy and jubilation. Slowly her belly had grown as she'd climbed the icy peak, its fell winds clawing at her skin and clothes, threatening to pull her into the great beyond. Nonetheless, she had persisted, and so now she remained, in meditation upon the peak, as she had been for nigh on a year. Blessed by the Great Tree's sap she found that she could subsist on the sparse plants and animals that existed at those once frightening heights.

Now, atop that cold mountain, with warmth in her heart and belly, Tamira knew that it would soon be time. As heavy with child as she had become, it was only a matter of hours or days before her child was to be born into the world. It would be a harsh place to be born, Tamira knew, and yet a contented smile lay upon her lips and a knowing look within her azure eyes. Though she already held a deep maternal love for her baby, she knew that the reality was that her child might not survive in such a place.

Yet she had come, for it was to this place that she had been drawn. Now, with peace settled within her heart and the open sky stretching in every direction above her, she found that even if she'd been wrong to come that she did not regret it. In a world such as theirs, if her child could survive atop this peak for several days as she made her way to ground, then they would not survive the trials of their life. So it was that in the glowing night, with swollen belly and swelling feet, Tamira's water broke.

Then the trial began. Waves of twisting pain--contractions--then heaving pushes. The wetness of sweat and fluids, harsh breathing, calls into the night for anyone. Her mother, her father, her lover, her friends, but she was alone and between waves of shattering, constricting pain, she held the power. Shuddering and cold, yet at once on fire as her body fought for release, Tamira lost herself in the hours of long and arduous labor. As time wore on and the sun began to finally crest upon the horizon, something pushed beyond her body, and she found she had lost all sense of herself. There was no individual, only a body in spasmodic pain, striving for rest, pushing new life into the air's embrace.

There was nothing except breath, and pain; exhaustion, fear, loneliness, and finally...release. Spent, Tamira gathered what she could of herself, finding her identity, and then her name. Finding where she ended and another began, all without moving. Though her mind struggled to focus, she would not have her fight end for naught. So with power drawn from the air itself, she lifted her child with the intentions of her mind and drew the warm body into her arms to shield it from the wind.

Yet....

There was no breath. As she looked down upon her child a quiet horror struck her. A terrible realization. Tears spilled down upon her cheeks without understanding why.

The wind shuddered.

Then prismatic lightning struck down from on high and as the sky shattered, so too did that horrifying moment.

Warmth spread from the small body in her arms. Tamira's eyes widened and the tears too grew warm as a gentle loving smile pressed itself upon her lips. A small cough, then another...then a deep breath and a piercing cry.

[i][b]"Taei'ka. My little miracle,"[/b][/i] she cooed, pulling the baby close to her bosom to share her warmth with her newborn child.

Then another spoke and their voice was motherly warmth and fatherly protection. It was a song that sung of fates, bittersweet, but loving. Stern, yet somehow gentle. [color=#8CAAA0][b]"A wonderful name, Tamira. A beautiful child. A glorious beginning."[/b][/color]

Tamira was too tired and relieved to be shocked or afraid. Yet, as she turned and beheld the form that knelt beside her her eyes did widen and she found herself clutching her son to her chest. Yet, even as worry for their safety crossed her mind, something reassured her. It was as if they could not be safer than they were in that moment, in the presence of the strange being who had manifested before them.

The figure smiled, their form a silhouette sculpted of darkness and light, threads of warmth and cold brutal fated ends and beginnings both. [color=#8CAAA0][b]"I have many names, but you may call me Mother,"[/b][/color] the goddess said, as if replying to an unasked question. Tamira remembered her own mother, but did not feel any shame when she spoke the word in reference to this being.

[i][b]"Mother, why are you here?"[/b][/i]

The goddess' smile became warmer and a hand wrought of swirling stardust and churning colorless quintessence reached out and stroked Tamira's cheek. [color=#8CAAA0][b]"To help you of course, my child."[/b][/color] Tamira's tired body welled with gratitude, but still she found herself confused.

[i][b]"Why?"[/b][/i]

The Goddess laughed lightly and pushed up from the ground, her silhouette vaguely humanoid, yet undeniably strange as if she were in every moment shedding essence and being remade at once.

[color=#8CAAA0][b]"Silly child. I am the Womb, the Weaver, and the Forge.  I am the Breath, the Essence, the Soul. I came because this is what I am. This is how things are to be."[/b][/color]

Tamira's frown only deepened, [i][b]"But Mother...how am I to repay you? This debt it is too great. I--"[/b][/i] the Goddess shook her head and Tamira fell silent, wordless and confused.

[color=#8CAAA0][b]"Live and give thanks. That is all I ask."[/b][/color]

Tamira nodded, her expression suddenly grave, as if she understood.

How could she though? How could she even fathom a divine intellect?

Turning away, a veil of threads and power trailed from every inch of her form like the train of a dress, like long sleeves dragging through the air. Like fates woven into garments adorning an arbiter of creation. The being paused in its departure though, stopping for a moment, silken threads drifting lazily in the wind. Thoughtfully, she spoke, but no more was her voice feminine and warm. No, his voice was searing ice, the frost that kills--cold, implacable, and impossible to deny.

[color=#8CAAA0][b]"Ah, but do not forget little one. Your child's fate is not your own."[/b][/color]

Tamira swallowed hard and nodded. The god half turned, regarding the woman, then nodded as well.

[color=#8CAAA0][b]"Do not forget, Tamira."[/b][/color]

Turning away, he left, stepping off the cliff's edge before gliding away upon the air before dissipating into the heavens.[/hider][/indent][/indent]
[h3][color=#EEB22B]Visage[/color]
[sup][color=#EEB22B]♦[/color][color=#8CAAA0]True Form[/color][color=#EEB22B]♦[/color][/sup][/h3][color=#EEB22B]♦[/color]
[color=#EEB22B]♦[/color][indent][indent]Too vast to behold, too unfathomable to bear, the true visage of the Womb of Souls–the Forge of Creation–expands throughout existence, cradling all that is in a vast cosmic womb. Eclipsing all else should it ever fully manifest, this truest of forms is only ever glimpsed in flashes and fragments. Though Tali-maei is indeed innately a being of creation, should their form ever slip entirely into this world, it surely would destroy it.[/indent][/indent]
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[indent][indent]Possessed of many forms, the Progenitor of Breath can take a genuinely endless quantity of guises. Nonetheless, each and every one bears an aspect of her nature, never fully solid, never properly mundane. So it is that, unlike many gods, the Arbiter cannot hide her nature even from men and mer.

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