[center][h1]ᦓ꠸᥅ꪀꪖ[/h1][/center]
[color=#e1ceff]On the precipice of a cliff poured a waterfall. On the waterfall rolled a moon, turning over and over with the inertia of the pouring water. The waterfall itself went nowhere; the water vanished into a fine mist halfway down the cliff. The moon was perhaps not a [i]real[/i] moon, for it was the size of a large boulder and did not possess its own gravitational cycle, but it was a moon of a kind, nonetheless.

Next to the moon floated a swirling spiral of black fog.[/color]

[b][i]You throw hope at mortals[/i][/b][color=#e1ceff], said the Patron of Oblivion. [/color][b][i]You allow them unfettered access to your realm’s potential. You’re a paltry excuse for a god.[/i][/b]

[color=#e1ceff]Was Oblivion truly trying to exert their shared domain over Sirna? Laughable.

‘[b]True oblivion is not achieved by forcing despair onto a mortal. Nor is it achieved by wrenching out a mortal’s deepest fears. Nor is it achieved by goading a mortal into another version of itself.[/b]’ 

Streams of water broke away from the waterfall’s constantly moving surface, trailing through the air to converge above the rolling moon. Inky black mixed with gently glowing bubbles within the water.

‘[b]You rush affairs that should take their time. Let the mortals try. Let them succeed, if only for a brief moment. When they fail, and they will, it will be by their own doing. And when they are faced with no one but themselves to blame for their downfall...[/b]’ Sirna’s moon flashed a vibrant midnight blue. ‘[b][i]That[/i] is oblivion.[/b]’[/color]

[b][i]That is an overly complicated process with little payoff[/i][/b][color=#e1ceff], snorted Oblivion.

‘[b]You patrons are impatient creatures.[/b]’ The comment was said with no real heat. Sirna paused their moon’s rolling. ‘[b]What do you think?[/b]’

The water dripped away, revealing two round miniature moons. The bigger one, pockmarked with jagged pits and craters, glowed deep violet. The second moon was a third of its size, a shimmery white thing. Closer inspection revealed that the shimmer was a result of fine dust gently revolving around its surface.[/color]

[b][i]I care not for matters of the sky.[/i][/b][color=#e1ceff] Despite Oblivion’s dismissive words, its spiralling black slowed momentarily.[/color] [b][i]What are you doing?[/i][/b]

[color=#e1ceff]‘[b]It is all well and good to incite suffering and despair for these mortals[/b],’ said Sirna, ‘[b]but such feelings mean little when their stories fade away in the passage of time.[/b]’

Water clapped shut over the moons.

Between one blink and the next, the sky grew dark. Those able to observe the change from Ashuru’s surface would see their brand new sun replaced by a black circle in the sky, silhouetted in violet. Day became a strange night in the span of a second.

‘[b]Oblivion deserves a good omen[/b],’ said Sirna. ‘[b]Wouldn’t you agree?[/b]’[/color]
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• [b]SIRNA:[/b] Sirna and the Patron of Oblivion hash things out on a nice day full of sunshine. Surely nothing will go wrong!
• [b]NIGHTMARE (Out-of-Domain):[/b] Sirna crafts two moons and plonks them in front of the sun.
[indent] • The mortals located within the moons’ shadow will witness an abrupt solar eclipse.
• The smaller moon won’t be visible since it’s caught in the bigger moon’s silhouette.
• The bigger moon has a violet colour on a normal night. It’s only pitch black because of the solar eclipse.
• [b]-5 Conviction[/b]
[right]Conviction Balance: 1[/right][/indent][/hider]