The Lost Lands
Entrance:
The Lost Lands don't have a single entrance. Rather you can enter them from any place dark, spooky or strange. People who are lost in the woods have a tendency to find themselves in the Lost Lands. Wanderers, explorers and those who have lost their way are all drawn here, stepping around a corner to find themselves in a place not unlike Earth. A divine being can of course find their way out no problem, but to mortals it can be a serious threat. It's difficult for divine entities to purposefully enter the Lost Lands. One of the best ways to do so is to follow a mortal 'guide', who must lose their way in a mysterious part of the world. The mortal will inevitably find a secret entrance, and thereby allow the god through. Somler himself is always instinctively aware of all of the shifting entrances to the Lost Lands.

Very rarely, it is possible for an entrance to appear in the domain of another god. For this to happen it has to be a place even the god does not fully understand. Hence it is quite rare.

Description:
Trees dozens of meters in length reach up to an orange-blue sky of shimmering light. Shimmering twilight filters through their leaves, their roots are covered in heavy mist. One cannot see in any direction for more than a half-dozen meters. The forest seems to have no end, and it is exceedingly easy to get lost within these mists. The forest contains lakes, mountains and even abandoned houses. Sometimes the sound of animals or voices can be heard, but none are ever encountered.

Mechanics:
All lost things are drawn to the Lost Lands. On their journey a mortal might find lost riches buried among the roots. Lost children hung from the branches. Lost possessions strewn about in lost homes. The larger mankind becomes the more they will lose, and the more polluted this place will become. Even the lost things of divine entities can sometimes find their way into this place. The sounds that can be heard in this place are actually simply sounds that were never heard, seeking an audience. Those who travel this place may, on occasion, be reunited with the things they have lost.

Within this place, space and time are twisted. One may wander for years, and yet re-emerge mere hours after they left. Note that this simply affects the rate at which time flows. It is not possible to time travel. Similarly space shifts unpredictably here. A quick walk could take one halfway across the world. Hence one may escape the Lost Lands only to find themselves in a foreign land.

Travel through the Lost Lands usually relies more on symbolism and ideas than actual travel. One might only escape after making peace with their fears, or be inevitably led towards the object of their desire. One might be completely unable to leave a particular clearing, but move on with ease once discovered by another. The effects of this are far lesser on the divine, who are less bothered by irregularities in the laws of physics.

WHOEVER HAS THE MIND SHALL HAVE THE HEART AND BODY ALSO

Name: His most well known names are Dao Rugadh, Gedag, Memon, Jiy Xinli, Neiblo, Mekhzier, and Iba. The gods refer to him by the name they find appropriate, and he refers to himself as Dao Rugadh.

Domain: Memory

Appearance:

Realm: The Akhainne lies in subspace. It appears to most as a mostly flat, smoky glass desert. It has light but no sun, and underneath the glass lies a flowing river of images, memories of man. Somewhere in this land lies a tower of mirrors, mirrors that reflect the memories of the soul who approaches it. Besides these, the realm is said to be empty, almost devoid, except for the occasional Sirenic, a creature who searches one's memory for a form to take and feeds on the memories of mortals when close until they forget everything they ever knew. They say that at the top of the tower lies Dao Rugadh's greatest secret, though what that is has been the subject of many a rumor. The entrances to the realm are found generally on plain fields, glass gates that stand out amongst the flat ground. They seem to occasionally move positions or disappear and reappear at various times.

Biography: Dao Rugadh is the god of memory, yet he craves many things that are not his. While it may not be obvious to other gods, he is obsessed with mortals, especially because his domain deals almost entirely with the memory of mortals. He often takes the form of a mortal and manipulates memories until he can insert himself into a community as if he always lived there. Often, and this is another sign of his future ambitions, he will manipulate memories until he becomes the local ruler over the people, forming small cults. When he leaves these cults to return to his realm or find a different mortal land, they often remember him but forget every detail of his appearance or voice. He wishes for the power to create life, the power to manipulate the earth, many things. He wants to watch history, change history, be part of history, create history. His mood sometimes changes from one moment to the next, unpredictably shifting from anger to joy to calm, and sometimes his mood his an almost unbreakable calm. He loves being the center of attention. He regards his fellow gods as friends, despite the fact that he isn't actually on good terms with everyone.

He is rumored to have been born with the first of man, and as stupid and newborn as them, too. They say he wandered, his mind blank, for many a day, taking the form of a tall, skeletal creature. Then he met some of the first of man, and he fed on them, too. Then his mind sprouted as he essentially became the first man whose mind he stole, and soon he began to comprehend what he truly was, beyond the man who he took. He replaced the man's position in the small tribe they had formed, but slowly, he began devouring more of them, until at last, in one fell swoop, he took the last five remaining humans in one burst. After that his power grew exponentially, or more accurately, he simply became more aware and more understanding of his powers. Fast forward a few years and he had begun creating the Akhainne, at the time a small subrealm with almost no power.  After that his history is shrouded. There are many rumors, but with his power over memory, none can be sure about what they think happened.

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"Put that on my Tabula."