[right]And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
[color=gray]– Samuel Taylor Coleridge, [i]Kubla Khan[/i][/color][/right]

The Eidolon was thankful for the cover of the new pebble and the ruinous attacks on the Khodex; even in a space without measure, where the only difference in location was that of divine countenance, it still helped to have a center of attention. It could skirt the edges, stick to the walls of nonexistence and meld into the crowd, unnoticed and undetected. From there, it could observe, and notice what the others did not.

Namely, the collision course the Khodex had been knocked onto. That planet, Galbar, could not yet exist. It was an impossibility, and thus the Eidolon could guess the results of the union would be catastrophic. It cut off its Perception; without substance with which to see or hear, it had to do no further. Not yet, at least. It did not Perceive the smoke, or the things which as a medium crawled to get inside; that which it could not feel could not hurt it.

When the explosion came, it was only dimly aware. It had experienced this before, where it was from. Even in so few dimensions, it was painful, crawling dimly against the Eidolon’s essence even when nothing could be Perceived. Those visions it received were ruthlessly discarded, or kept if a use could be found. Few uses could be found.

Once it was over, the god began to Perceive once more, and it stepped rapidly across the breadth of the universe. Here and there, main sequences. Over there, about point three observable, a pulsar spinning a hundred thousand times a heartbeat. Point eight out, give or take a thousand galactic superclusters coreward or edgeward, an iron star early amongst the eons, hurtling in close orbit to a supermassive black hole.

It was dull, ultimately. Painfully so, mundanity in three dimensions. It was also all useless; it could step anywhere in the universe, and Perceive it instantly. The whole universe would not take long to search, and thus distance and obscurity would do nothing to hide divinity. Instead, the Eidolon turned back to the beginning, to the planet that should-not-have-been and the gods that clustered around it. 

The Eidolon snuck past the throngs of gods working their creation, and found itself a hiding place amongst the deep crusts of Galbar. Here, it would dwell until it could find or create more permanent lodgings for itself, safe from prying eyes. Then, it turned to other priorities; its visit with Galaxor, as much a test of its own abilities as those of the boisterous god, had brought up concerns to be rectified. That Galaxor had almost seen through the lie, even having not listened to it in the first place, was an indicator that a method was required to further disguise itself.

It had experience in this. Everyone in its original home had. Thankfully, it had the presence of mind to weave meaning in as a fundamental building block of this otherwise irritatingly limited universe. With a practiced mind, new information wove into the god’s meaning, empowered with divine might and raw creation. It twisted into loops, knotted in on itself and told a thousand different stories, concealed both its own construction and that deeper within. Some knots were empowered permanently, other plot twists embedded in threads that would die in but moments after creation. All part of one whole that would actively fight its own unraveling.

There was no fanfare, no explosion, no burst of light. It was simply done, and the Eidolon that much harder to read. Fluff was unnecessary and flash only brought attention. The limited creatures of this creation could only dream of such mastery, to almost thoughtlessly weave meaning in such a manner. The Eidolon, however, ultimately did not care. It was incapable of it. It had changed this universe to suit its needs, not those of the mortals that would populate it.

Speaking of mortals, though, it would require some. The first principle of gathering secrets was the network which facilitated it all. Willing agents were a risk, knowledgeable ones as well. Rather, it was prudent to keep such mortals in the dark, only alerted to their status when it was too late to do anything about it. Considered further, the Eidolon decided they should be resilient, capable of spreading across the whole of Galbar, and useful enough for doors to be opened to them.

The Eidolon pressed off to the surface with nought more than an avatar, granted just enough power for its task, as its main bulk remained hidden. This avatar imagined a creature in its mind, one of imposing stature created primarily of crystal, pierced through with fiber optic veins that circulated inner light. Taking from its memory the cities built of constantly-singing superstrings, The Eidolon gave them no mouth with which to speak, but instead the resonance of their bodies. They would feast upon meaning and information, and seek it out to better serve their purpose.

Once that purpose was served, in the back of their heads, a hidden vulnerability in their informational hyperstructures. Kept secret with self-propagating divine power, accessed with a trick that only The Eidolon knew. A doorway into their inner thoughts, the deepest sanctum of their mind. Such access would invoke terror, but that mattered little. Let the mortals fear their creator, it would only enhance their credibility amongst the other gods.

The avatar skimmed the surface of the world and the desert, dropping variations of these creatures down into sandstorms, deep underwater, and in developing lands. They were left with nothing but their instinct, and would have to learn the rest. The god of secrets saw no reason to indulge them with mercy; they would survive regardless.


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The Eidolon:
[indent][b]Start:[/b] 10 MP

[i]Used:[/i] 4 MP on [i]The Story of Knots[/i], a godbane artifact designed to disguise the Eidolon and render it difficult to look into the Eidolon’s mind. Enhanced to 8MP using secrets, and as it is designed to wrap around a god and hide one of their fundamental aspects, 8/4 MP towards attaining the Domain of Divinity. 0/4 paid on flat fee.
[i]Used:[/i] 6 MP on an unnamed species. 5 MP used enhancing creativity and intelligence. Remainder of 1 used on adding a divine backdoor to their minds, that the Eidolon can freely access. Enhanced to 2MP using secrets domain, as it’s disguised against other gods.

[b]End:[/b] 0 MP, help I’m broke![/indent]
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[hider=Summary]
The Eidolon is prepared for the big bang because they see the Khodex on an intercept course with Galbar while hiding. They’re not as badly stunned by it as a result, and they take a trip around the observable universe.

They decide the universe doesn’t have a lot of good places to hide, and decide to hide in the lion’s den instead, in the crust of Galbar. They create The Story of Knots, a godbane artifact made of information that resides in their head. It messes with their divine signature to disguise their fundamental aspects and protect The Eidolon’s mind. Once this is done, they look to start up their informant network, and decide to do this with an entire species of sleeper agents.

A physical description follows:
They are a physically imposing species, towering above most others with an average range of 9 feet to 14 feet tall. Their body is crystal, in some places translucent, and some places opague. When light shines against them, they glitter in rainbow, the hues shifting dependent on mood, activity, comfort, or any other number of factors. Luminous eyes glow with an inner spark even in the dark, and fiber optic veins shine through the crystal surface loosely describable as 'skin'. They possess a long tail that supports an upright torso and head. At their extremities are sensory organs in the form of rigid glass feathers. They are beautiful in a horrific sort of way; the same kind of beauty as you may see in a predator ready to pounce or a cosmic phenomenon like a black hole. In sunlight they near blinding with their reflections, in the dark their glow is not comforting. They possess no mouths, feeding instead on information and meaning, and they speak through the harmonic resonance of their bodies. Their voices are generally described as lilting, songlike, and crystalline.

The exact appearance is still undecided, as is the species name. I’ll have the appearance ready at some point in the following weeks, and the species name I’m interested in seeing what people’s cultures or gods come up with. They’re scattered like jacks all around the world and can generally survive most things being crystals that don’t need to breathe, so they can literally emerge out of a sandstorm or the water if you want! They’re also the smartest species currently, so have fun with them.
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