Chris488

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (In Memory of My Friend Queen)

@Zeroth I have now learned about milk in a bag, and I apologize for my country. I did not know we practice such strange things, though it seems limited to the eastern portion, and that explains a lot if you're familiar with Canadian lore.

Adventures in Zakhara

North West of Hiyal, the City of Intrigue
The 6th of Gamman, 4655ia

She had followed the river north, remaining close to the only known source of water in the nearby land for as far as the eyes could see.
She had needed to refill her canteen multiple times as the blazing heat seemed to sear her skin even beneath the protection of her flowing garb that billowed gently in the warm breeze, and she had now become drenched in her own sweat along with the dried dust that clinged to her while the wind blew blinding dust into the air all around.

She had hoped to encounter other travelers along the river, but so far she had been alone along its length for two days now.
She could survive such a trial, but loneliness and the constant struggles were wearing away at her like the mighty mountain slowly eroding with the cruel and merciless touch of time.

Traveling by night had proven impossible as well, it was simply too cold and she had needed to set camp and start a fire to prevent herself from freezing to death, so it seemed.

---
Edge of the Northern Forest
The 9th of Gamman, 4655ia

On the third day she had reached the forest, and found that the trials of the wilderness were truly only just beginning. The river came to an end in a way that defied logic, and brought despair crashing down on her harder than the powerful strikes of the fiery sun down upon the Great Anvil of the south.

She watched with fury in her heart as the water arose from a large hole in the earth, like blood pouring forth from a fatal wound. Why was water ignoring the pull of the earth and flying upward? Why was she being punished for crimes she had not committed, especially when she was trying to find the honorable path.

Even the stones near the edge of the cavity were levitating a little off the ground; undeniable evidence of the presence of magic and elementals. Perhaps she should pray to the divine, and they would intervene on her behalf...

She was a potent wielder of the sacred magic blessed by the Goddess of the Moon, Selan the Beautiful. Her deity would not abandon her now in her moment of need... ha, she would have to hold onto her faith, hence she offered a short prayer to the divine seeking their guidance and expressing her eternal gratitude, though she did not know whether or not the bells were tolling then back in the heart of civilization.

Her spell-markings, the sigils of her power, glowed softly and a strange sensation spread throughout her body, from her inner core to her outer limbs. She could not quite describe the feeling, but it reminded her that she was not weak and she could provide for herself with her magic and knowledge.

She did not wish to stray from the water, but with her spells, she could conjure more water and meals to fend off hunger and thirst. She could find what she was searching for, and overcome this crucible to prove she was worthy of being redeemed.

With one last glance down the dark pit while listening to the sweet song of the rushing river beside her, she sighs and begins walking with renewed vigor and resolve, uncertain of what may await deeper in the forest. She only hoped she found her objective soon.

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Deep in the Northern Forest
The 12th of Gamman, 4655ia

Even beneath the shade of the trees, the dry wind scorched her throat and choked her mercilessly. The light of the sun only pierced the dense foliage in gentle columns that illuminated the area, but still blinded her sensitive eyes all the same.

She deeply longed for the few comforts of home; a soft bed, food and drink, and the lack of hostile threats that openly wanted to murder her. She loathed the aggressive presence of insects and beast that attacked with stinger and fang as opposed to the lies and poisons her family was so fond of.

Embarrassment began burning in her cheeks, a different heat compared to that of the environment's dangerous and temperamental temperature. A swelling of shame within her as she recalled the teasing mockery of the nomads she had encountered a week ago.

They had said she would die in the forest because she was soft and foolish, born in a city filled with self-indulgant men and women that care too much for material pleasures and nonsensical traditions. She had ironically laughed and agreed with much of what they had said, having known the truth of city life herself.

Now she was dying, lost in this accursed forest because she really was a fool who could not survive without the comforts of civilization. Each step was agonizing, as she had been walking for three days without rest.

She had not eaten, barely drank, and couldn't stop to trance lest she was attacked by horrible swarms of flesh devouring bugs, or a large creature that could impale her upon its claws or crush her with its mandibles. She barely survived the encounter with a giant stingtail after stumbling upon the small pool that she had thought was a gift from the gods, only to discover she was not alone and had to run for her life.

She couldn't even rely on her magic, her spell-marks had lost their glow and she needed to rest to recover her magic... which was easier said than done when every time she set up camp, she was attacked and forced to flee. There were even subtle attacks that claimed much of her supplies, and now she had very little of possessions... most importantly, no food or water.

She had sought aid, and perhaps death would be her way to freedom. She could see her Lady upon the moon, and enjoy peace and tranquility among the celestials. All of her strength had waned, and she was exhausted, even walking was becoming too much.

---
The Heart of the Forest
The 13th of Gamman, 4655ia

With a heavy thud, she collapsed onto the rough ground, that bit and burrowed into her flesh. She couldn't tell if she was bleeding, if the earth were drinking her blood desperate for any moisture. How the hells was there a forest in this blighted land? Why were they standing over her like towering monsters, leering and japing... so cruel.

She lifted her arm, attempting to push herself up, or crawl away from the trees that were tormenting her. She couldn't cry, the tears were all dried up and her eyes hurt too much to function properly it seemed... Finally darkness claimed her, and all was quiet and cold.

Adventures in Zakhara

The magical world of Zakhara awaits, where warriors wielding enchanted swords wander deadly deserts hunting vicious monstrosities, and sorcerers soar through the sky upon flying carpets.

Ancient spirits known as the Jinn rule primordial palaces, and humanity is at war with elves, dwarves, goblins, and orcs, among other strange and esoteric peoples. All seek out enlightenment though, written upon sacred scrolls by the wisest among the divine, She Whom Weaves Fate.

This is the tale of a young monk and his companion as they journey across the land and embark upon brave adventures.

WIP, hoping to make this story sound more interesting lol.

@Necroes Get your butt over here!

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

Monica

Name: Monica

Sobriquets: Black-Heart, The Orphan of Zael, Daughter of the Shattered Sky and the White Moon, The Dark Angel of Rebellion, Voice of the Void, The Lady of Blood and Vengeance, Queen of the Maelites and Zheremeshi, and the Ghesceran Empress, High Priestess of the Yemetheri and the Tower of God, The Seventh Sage of Szolte, Archon of the Seven Heavenly Dragons and Inheritor of Yemethra, Imperial Bride of the Divine King Ghescera, Shrine Maiden of the Yedaji Alter and Founder of the Circle.

*Appearance: Despite her short stature, standing slightly above five feet, she seems taller than she is, easily exuding a presence of power and authority even among those that tower above her. Her golden eyes are bright, but devoid of mercy or compassion, as she watches others with a morbid hunger, or a cold and detached lifelessness in her gaze. Her long linear hair is as dark as the night, and falls down around her waist.

Emerging from her back are ebony feathery wings akin to a raven's, that shed shadowy tears from their pinions. However she is capable of concealing these wings as they merge into flesh and transform into a tattoo upon her back where they emerge. She wears a white silk gown adorned with intricate gold jewelry, without anything worn on her bare feet. Her angelic and youthful appearance conceals the empty and insidious void within her.

*I do not know how to add a picture, but I can PM it.

Aspect: Monica's aspect is PASSION, allowing her to glimpse at the potency of emotions within others, and even channel them; weakening or empowering such emotions. However, she suffers a similar effect when she affects others, enduring their suffering, or sharing in their joy. She shares sensations and thoughts with others, removing the fields that separate individuals, which is often a very undesirable thing for her. Usually the only cure is killing the other person, which results in immense pain as well... She is seeking an alternative.

World: The World of Zhar, remnants of what came before, known also as the Second World/Weaving. A sea of shadows consumes most of the land, from which creatures of darkness arise and prey upon the living. The Sun was slain as the First World was unraveled, and the people of Zhar live by the rivers and lakes of light that are scattered across the world. It is thought that the world was created by the Queen of the Sky, Yemethra.

War ravaged history, clashes between men of power, and the Children of Yemethra, and the arrival of Zael. It was Zael that beget Monica, and He that taught humanity sorcery, the art of compelling the world to conform to language as opposed to language conforming to world, which He described as philosophy. Yemethra and Zael were at war with each other, until Zael was slain by Yemethra, only to be slain by His daughter, Monica.

Now Zhar exists with only one ruler, whom struggles to unite men and monsters, and attempts to usher in an era of peace and prosperity for the world. However, very few people in Zhar are aware of where their new ruler resides now, as the Tower of God is empty, and the Seven Heavenly Dragons are dormant once more. Fortunately for Her, companions and friends of Monica have taken it upon themselves to watch over the world and manage affairs in Her absence.

Race: She is human, however the people of Maelite lack shadows or reflections. Her mother was the Moon, and her father was an Outsider, but both were mortal when they conceived the child, and as a result, Monica is a mixture of celestial, outsider, and mortal. (Similar to Peter Quill from Guardians of the Galaxy)

Legacy: Monica was born a mundane human, and died at the age of fourteen. However, she was reborn thousands of years later when the Sea of Shadows regurgitated her body, and her shattered soul was gathered and restored by Norna, daughter of Metea, sister and lover of Yemethra (Akin to Greek Deities). Monica lived once more among humanity for perhaps a month before she was sacrificed upon the Yedaji Alter and became a Shrine Maiden.

For a hundred or so years, she fought the shadows that emerged from the abyss and accumulated a reputation for being efficient and powerful even among her fellow Shrine Maidens (Equivalent to Magical Girls), and eventually she founded the Circle, an alliance of Shrine Maidens that operated in the shadows of civilization to protect humanity from the monstrosities that dwelt in the darkness. When the celestial city of Yorna was besieged by the Zheremeshi bringing fire and death to the people there, Monica awakened a power within her, and sprouted black wings from her back for the first time, though her power came at a cost; she could only use it twice more and then she would die. After the battle, she vanished for a time...

She sought out the Zheremeshi, and slaughtered thousands in her rage, but lost her lover in the Sea of Shadows as well. Grief and hatred became a stigma upon her, and she remained in solitude for many years. The abyss slowly corrupted her, until she became Queen of the Zheremeshi, and afterward she began a conquest of Zhar, beginning with the Ghesceran Empire. She fought Ghescera, the Divine King, and beheaded him, but He was not so easily slain. He chained her and brought her back to the Tower of God, where he would sleep for hundreds of years, leaving Monica imprisoned...

She shattered the chains that bound her, while He slumbered, and returned to the Sea of Shadows and the Zheremeshi. She was weakened though, and only through their assistance had she freed herself. Upon her return, they sacrificed her to the abyss, but she did not die. Her father fought in the void, and would not let the shadows harm her then. The Zheremeshi having learned of the war between Zael and Yemethra sought to use this knowledge to their advantage, and manipulated Monica into freeing her father and unleashing destruction upon the world once more.

A great journey began, where Monica quested for power and knowledge eventually accumulating powerful companions and defeating Ghescera and Norna. She brought the wrath of Yemethra upon her, and discovered a secret. The Queen of the Sky was wounded by her father, and could not manifest upon the mortal plane without dying. Yemethra wished the wound removed, but only Zael, or His child could cure such a wound. Monica forged a pact with Yemethra, her father would be released after she healed Her. The Queen of the Sky did as She promised, freeing Zael from His prison in the abyss, then immediately killed Him while he was vulnerable.

Monica became enraged with Yemethra, and called upon the power of the void within her, then they fought. The world would be torn asunder, for the light and darkness were balanced, however Monica was also a daughter of the Bright Moon, Yuna, and she could control both the light and dark. In the end, after a battle that raged for twelve days, Monica had slain the Queen of the Sky and claimed Her crown. Monica discovered a secret in Her apotheosis, Her ascension, She had discovered a secret name of God. Now, She has traveled to Heaven and walks upon the Path of Divinity...

Might: Monica was once a mundane mortal who lived in the early age after the apocalypse, but after her rebirth, she was sacrificed upon the Yedaji Alter and became a Shrine Maiden. She is the daughter of Yuna and Zael, a celestial and an outsider, but both were once humans. Unlike the people of Zhar, Monica was not born on the branches of the sacred trees of life, she was born in the lunar womb of her mother.

Monica is roughly two thousand years old, having retained her youth because of her sacrifice upon the Yedaji Alter, however she requires the hearts of Zheremeshi to sustain herself. She does not need to breath, eat, drink, or sleep, and her wounds quickly regenerate. A shrine maiden can easily sustain themselves even with wounds considered fatal to humans. She can survive a week without consuming a heart, though her shrine maiden powers diminishes each day she does not. All shrine maidens are capable of conjuring powerful yet primitive weapons, manifestations of their spirits that often take the shape of swords, spears, or scepters. Monica conjures a bow with arrows that appear when she draws back the bowstring.

Like all people of Maelite, she can turn invisible at will, however creatures that rely on other senses such as echolocation and tremorsense can still perceive her. With her wings, she can fly with her summoned wings at high speeds, as well as possesses immense strength and reflexes.

She has studied the arts of sorcery, and is familiar with many chants and spells, and knows both allegorical and abstract magic. After reaching Heaven, her understanding of sorcery evolved. While knowledgeable and proficient with white and red art, she has never been able to use either in combat as the world does not take kindly to her lies, but she has learned the black art and seeks to further understand sorcery. She can call upon the Seven Heavenly Dragons, after the death of Ghescera. However, they will only remain in Zhar.

Her greatest power is unknown even to herself, the Outsider's power. She innately knew that she would only be able to access such power three times, and she only has once use left. The first time, she used it upon the thousands of Zheremeshi machina that were lesser imitations of the Seven Heavenly Dragons. The second time, when she fought and slayed Yemethra, Queen of the Sky. After her third time, she will die.

Monica has accumulated many mundane skills such as, accounting, weaving, painting, various instruments and singing, cartography, campaigning/tactics, and knowledge of a multitude of subjects such as history, geography, science, and philosophy.
Despite her nigh immortality, she lacks the ability to keep friends and socialize, often remaining in solitude for long periods of time. She has yet to overcome her vulnerability to psychic attacks, and becomes much weaker in the presence of blood, and decaying corpses.

Path: She seeks to find her father's origin, and bring an end to warring between worlds and the people within those worlds. She has learned about Heaven, the Arts, other Gods and Goddesses, but there is still more to uncover. Realizing how small she is, she has remained in the shadows and attempted for discretion as opposed to directly confronting others... for now.

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (In Memory of My Friend Queen)

Adam and Sasha are in their respective locations awaiting interactions. I'm rather reticent because I'm hoping to hear from Queen within a week or two, but I'll still respond to any mentions, and people that want write with Adam and Sasha involved.

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay, Mk. V

@Commodore I have edited and defined her Domain, I hope that everything is satisfactory now.

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

Monica

Name: Monica

Sobriquets: Black-Heart, The Orphan of Zael, Daughter of the Shattered Sky and the White Moon, The Dark Angel of Rebellion, Voice of the Void, The Lady of Blood and Vengeance, Queen of the Maelites and Zheremeshi, and the Ghesceran Empress, High Priestess of the Yemetheri and the Tower of God, The Seventh Sage of Szolte, Archon of the Seven Heavenly Dragons and Inheritor of Yemethra, Imperial Bride of the Divine King Ghescera, Shrine Maiden of the Yedaji Alter and Founder of the Circle.

*Appearance: Despite her short stature, standing slightly above five feet, she seems taller than she is, easily exuding a presence of power and authority even among those that tower above her. Her golden eyes are bright, but devoid of mercy or compassion, as she watches others with a morbid hunger, or a cold and detached lifelessness in her gaze. Her long linear hair is as dark as the night, and falls down around her waist.

Emerging from her back are ebony feathery wings akin to a raven's, that shed shadowy tears from their pinions. However she is capable of concealing these wings as they merge into flesh and transform into a tattoo upon her back where they emerge. She wears a white silk gown adorned with intricate gold jewelry, without anything worn on her bare feet. Her angelic and youthful appearance conceals the empty and insidious void within her.

*I do not know how to add a picture, but I can PM it.

Aspect: Monica's aspect is PASSION, allowing her to glimpse at the potency of emotions within others, and even channel them; weakening or empowering such emotions. However, she suffers a similar effect when she affects others, enduring their suffering, or sharing in their joy. She shares sensations and thoughts with others, removing the fields that separate individuals, which is often a very undesirable thing for her. Usually the only cure is killing the other person, which results in immense pain as well... She is seeking an alternative.

World: The World of Zhar, remnants of what came before, known also as the Second World/Weaving. A sea of shadows consumes most of the land, from which creatures of darkness arise and prey upon the living. The Sun was slain as the First World was unraveled, and the people of Zhar live by the rivers and lakes of light that are scattered across the world. It is thought that the world was created by the Queen of the Sky, Yemethra.

War ravaged history, clashes between men of power, and the Children of Yemethra, and the arrival of Zael. It was Zael that beget Monica, and He that taught humanity sorcery, the art of compelling the world to conform to language as opposed to language conforming to world, which He described as philosophy. Yemethra and Zael were at war with each other, until Zael was slain by Yemethra, only to be slain by His daughter, Monica.

Now Zhar exists with only one ruler, whom struggles to unite men and monsters, and attempts to usher in an era of peace and prosperity for the world. However, very few people in Zhar are aware of where their new ruler resides now, as the Tower of God is empty, and the Seven Heavenly Dragons are dormant once more. Fortunately for Her, companions and friends of Monica have taken it upon themselves to watch over the world and manage affairs in Her absence.

Race: She is human, however the people of Maelite lack shadows or reflections. Her mother was the Moon, and her father was an Outsider, but both were mortal when they conceived the child, and as a result, Monica is a mixture of celestial, outsider, and mortal. (Similar to Peter Quill from Guardians of the Galaxy)

Legacy: Monica was born a mundane human, and died at the age of fourteen. However, she was reborn thousands of years later when the Sea of Shadows regurgitated her body, and her shattered soul was gathered and restored by Norna, daughter of Metea, sister and lover of Yemethra (Akin to Greek Deities). Monica lived once more among humanity for perhaps a month before she was sacrificed upon the Yedaji Alter and became a Shrine Maiden.

For a hundred or so years, she fought the shadows that emerged from the abyss and accumulated a reputation for being efficient and powerful even among her fellow Shrine Maidens (Equivalent to Magical Girls), and eventually she founded the Circle, an alliance of Shrine Maidens that operated in the shadows of civilization to protect humanity from the monstrosities that dwelt in the darkness. When the celestial city of Yorna was besieged by the Zheremeshi bringing fire and death to the people there, Monica awakened a power within her, and sprouted black wings from her back for the first time, though her power came at a cost; she could only use it twice more and then she would die. After the battle, she vanished for a time...

She sought out the Zheremeshi, and slaughtered thousands in her rage, but lost her lover in the Sea of Shadows as well. Grief and hatred became a stigma upon her, and she remained in solitude for many years. The abyss slowly corrupted her, until she became Queen of the Zheremeshi, and afterward she began a conquest of Zhar, beginning with the Ghesceran Empire. She fought Ghescera, the Divine King, and beheaded him, but He was not so easily slain. He chained her and brought her back to the Tower of God, where he would sleep for hundreds of years, leaving Monica imprisoned...

She shattered the chains that bound her, while He slumbered, and returned to the Sea of Shadows and the Zheremeshi. She was weakened though, and only through their assistance had she freed herself. Upon her return, they sacrificed her to the abyss, but she did not die. Her father fought in the void, and would not let the shadows harm her then. The Zheremeshi having learned of the war between Zael and Yemethra sought to use this knowledge to their advantage, and manipulated Monica into freeing her father and unleashing destruction upon the world once more.

A great journey began, where Monica quested for power and knowledge eventually accumulating powerful companions and defeating Ghescera and Norna. She brought the wrath of Yemethra upon her, and discovered a secret. The Queen of the Sky was wounded by her father, and could not manifest upon the mortal plane without dying. Yemethra wished the wound removed, but only Zael, or His child could cure such a wound. Monica forged a pact with Yemethra, her father would be released after she healed Her. The Queen of the Sky did as She promised, freeing Zael from His prison in the abyss, then immediately killed Him while he was vulnerable.

Monica became enraged with Yemethra, and called upon the power of the void within her, then they fought. The world would be torn asunder, for the light and darkness were balanced, however Monica was also a daughter of the Bright Moon, Yuna, and she could control both the light and dark. In the end, after a battle that raged for twelve days, Monica had slain the Queen of the Sky and claimed Her crown. Monica discovered a secret in Her apotheosis, Her ascension, She had discovered a secret name of God. Now, She has traveled to Heaven and walks upon the Path of Divinity...

Might: Monica was once a mundane mortal who lived in the early age after the apocalypse, but after her rebirth, she was sacrificed upon the Yedaji Alter and became a Shrine Maiden. She is the daughter of Yuna and Zael, a celestial and an outsider, but both were once humans. Unlike the people of Zhar, Monica was not born on the branches of the sacred trees of life, she was born in the lunar womb of her mother.

Monica is roughly two thousand years old, having retained her youth because of her sacrifice upon the Yedaji Alter, however she requires the hearts of Zheremeshi to sustain herself. She does not need to breath, eat, drink, or sleep, and her wounds quickly regenerate. A shrine maiden can easily sustain themselves even with wounds considered fatal to humans. She can survive a week without consuming a heart, though her shrine maiden powers diminishes each day she does not. All shrine maidens are capable of conjuring powerful yet primitive weapons, manifestations of their spirits that often take the shape of swords, spears, or scepters. Monica conjures a bow with arrows that appear when she draws back the bowstring.

Like all people of Maelite, she can turn invisible at will, however creatures that rely on other senses such as echolocation and tremorsense can still perceive her. With her wings, she can fly with her summoned wings at high speeds, as well as possesses immense strength and reflexes.

She has studied the arts of sorcery, and is familiar with many chants and spells, and knows both allegorical and abstract magic. After reaching Heaven, her understanding of sorcery evolved. While knowledgeable and proficient with white and red art, she has never been able to use either in combat as the world does not take kindly to her lies, but she has learned the black art and seeks to further understand sorcery. She can call upon the Seven Heavenly Dragons, after the death of Ghescera. However, they will only remain in Zhar.

Her greatest power is unknown even to herself, the Outsider's power. She innately knew that she would only be able to access such power three times, and she only has once use left. The first time, she used it upon the thousands of Zheremeshi machina that were lesser imitations of the Seven Heavenly Dragons. The second time, when she fought and slayed Yemethra, Queen of the Sky. After her third time, she will die.

Monica has accumulated many mundane skills such as, accounting, weaving, painting, various instruments and singing, cartography, campaigning/tactics, and knowledge of a multitude of subjects such as history, geography, science, and philosophy.
Despite her nigh immortality, she lacks the ability to keep friends and socialize, often remaining in solitude for long periods of time. She has yet to overcome her vulnerability to psychic attacks, and becomes much weaker in the presence of blood, and decaying corpses.

Path: She seeks to find her father's origin, and bring an end to warring between worlds and the people within those worlds. She has learned about Heaven, the Arts, other Gods and Goddesses, but there is still more to uncover. Realizing how small she is, she has remained in the shadows and attempted for discretion as opposed to directly confronting others... for now.

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

@Dead Cruiser Should we post our CSs in the OOC? I know you said they were approved earlier, but I'd rather be certain versus making a silly mistake.

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

I have a headache, but otherwise I am fine. Just waiting for the OOC to be posted, and curious about the plot of this story.

Divinus: The Deity Roleplay, Mk. V

Ekundayo, the Goddess of Death

Name: Ekundayo, or Eku

Domain: Death, the domain which oversees the souls departure from the world of the living and its journey along the Path of the Dead. Ekundayo guides all souls to the afterlife where they my reflect and mature before being reborn, a time to contemplate and ponder the meaning of life and their purpose.

The Path of the Dead can be a lonely place where one's sanity can easily shatter, resulting in a soul wandering lost in the void for eternity. Ekundayo leads souls, and offers them direction, showing them the way, and revealing the nature of their lives to them through reflections and echoes of the past. She acts as a teacher, assisting the souls, and offering her presence in their times of need.

Ekundayo knows how to navigate the Path of the Dead, and can walk between the world of the living and the afterlife without losing her way. She protects souls from straying, and from the predations of unnatural things that lurk in the void.

Myth: The Unborn upon the Path of the Dead

"Do not cry."

She would have been a mother, though now her child is lost, dead in the womb before being born into this world. The boy was so little in the arms of his distraught mother, so still and silent. She watched as the mother could not hold back the tears that fell, and wept loudly.

"I will carry him."

She held onto the boy's soul, only a little fragment of light, akin to the mother holding his corpse. A unborn child would have little to say throughout their journey, so She sang softly as She departed the material world and once more walked along the Path of the Dead.

Ekundayo gazed upon the long road ahead, the silvery streams scattered across the sky, grey clouds gently lulling aimlessly, and the white stars shining in the vast void. The Path of the Dead would be lonely without Her presence, and those that traversed it would be lost without Her guidance.

"Do not fear death, little one. I shall keep you company until we reach where you belong."

And so the Goddess continued her journey.

Base Form: A petite pale woman that walks beside mortals along the Path of the Dead, or else simply a face emerging from a feild of fertile flesh and bone, blood dripping from her hungry eyes.





True Form: A towering monstrosity that walks upon six legs, gazing upwards with eyes closed. Its entrails are exposed but the creature is not wounded, as flowers, limbs, and sleeping children grow from its body. All who gaze upon this Its form seek to follow it along the Path of the Dead.



Musical Theme: Wonder Egg Priority OST - From the Netherworld, by Mito
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