I have yet to finish this bio, but I'll post the parts that I have drafted. With any luck, I'll have the draft completed
OP
the Death of the Sea Man
"Few that sail off to find the Obscurium, return home. The Obscurium is more than a place. The Obscurium is a concept that many sailors have to face. The mere knowledge of the Obscurium dooms you to find it. Only ignorance will save you from its pit. Should you know its name, learn to love dryland. Being lost at sea is far worse than life being bland…"
An excerpt from my curse. Authored by Arthur Bright.
The Obscurium is many things. The Obscurium is an idea. The Obscurium is an aliment. The Obscurium is a place. The possession of a key is the primary method to experience any of this, however. The key is that of knowing about the Obscurium. The myth of the Obscurium did not come from a vacuum. In fact, the myth came from first hand experience. On occasion, the ship will have a close encounter with the Obscurium. Such a close encounter occurs by holding part of the key. Any idea that resembles that of the Obscurium is considered part of the key. What exactly resembles the Obscurium is a whole other question.
The Obscurium is endless. Throughout all the directions, you'll encounter nothing but that of the Obscurium. One would think that an endless landscape would vary greatly in appearance, but it is a homogeneous realm. No place is starkly different from another, just like that of the sea. As a matter of fact, the Obscurium is a reflection of the sea itself. The very nature of this best elaborated upon by one of those aforementioned close encounters. The following is a set of notes from a scholar. These notes where located in his study during an investigation into his disappearance. Presumably, he sunk during a fishing trip.
“I am here to document an experience that surpasses even that of the African continent in peculiarity. On the voyage through the Mediterranean sea, I was compiling my various notes on the African coastlines. As any man would, I was submerged in the world of topology and geology. My focus was then broken by some force that perturbed the boat. It was as if the boat had beached, yet it still crawled forwards and towards the soils. The ship men above rampaged like cattle.
‘Heave, men! Purgatory be near!’ howled the captain with his voice was so bold that it pierced the floorboards above me. I, of course, dived out of the room to see what the kerfuffle was. The moment I had come to the surface, one of the sailors tried to shunt me back under deck.
‘Head back to your cabin, sir. You’ll only get in the way,’ he said.
I kept myself firm against the man. He would have a better bid pushing a wall aside. I would keep my head even and insist,
‘I assure you, I’ll keep clear.’
The fellow sailors would start collecting around him. A bitter spirited man then said to me,
‘The devil is trying to claim the ship. Keep under board.’
I had enough of being held at bay. The devil straying into this world was no small deal. For the better of the queen and church, I had to record such an event. I would yell,
‘I am a man of God! My presence is the bane of the devil.’
One of the ship men were ready to pull the dagger out on my. He had his eyes narrowed. Hands ready to lash out and strangle me. The voice of the captain then carried over the doorway. His words scattered the crew like a flock of birds.
‘Get back to your posts, you clots!’ he said.
Once upon deck, I saw the most obscure scenery I have ever seen. I had the feeling that I had stumbled upon Tartarus itself. To the side of the ship, there was an endless landscape of sand. From these sands, there extended patches of seaweed. I attempted to ascertain the height of these, but my eyes gave out before they could reach the top. Instead, I felt like a fish that was peering through the surface of the waves. The light of another sun projecting down to the sands below. I then heard a guttural growl that I figured to be that of a whale. What I saw was no whale, however. The creature was no different from the leviathan. No doubt that this was the land of the devil.”
Authored by the Librarian
"Few that sail off to find the Obscurium, return home. The Obscurium is more than a place. The Obscurium is a concept that many sailors have to face. The mere knowledge of the Obscurium dooms you to find it. Only ignorance will save you from its pit. Should you know its name, learn to love dryland. Being lost at sea is far worse than life being bland…"
An excerpt from my curse. Authored by Arthur Bright.
The Obscurium is many things. The Obscurium is an idea. The Obscurium is an aliment. The Obscurium is a place. The possession of a key is the primary method to experience any of this, however. The key is that of knowing about the Obscurium. The myth of the Obscurium did not come from a vacuum. In fact, the myth came from first hand experience. On occasion, the ship will have a close encounter with the Obscurium. Such a close encounter occurs by holding part of the key. Any idea that resembles that of the Obscurium is considered part of the key. What exactly resembles the Obscurium is a whole other question.
The Obscurium is endless. Throughout all the directions, you'll encounter nothing but that of the Obscurium. One would think that an endless landscape would vary greatly in appearance, but it is a homogeneous realm. No place is starkly different from another, just like that of the sea. As a matter of fact, the Obscurium is a reflection of the sea itself. The very nature of this best elaborated upon by one of those aforementioned close encounters. The following is a set of notes from a scholar. These notes where located in his study during an investigation into his disappearance. Presumably, he sunk during a fishing trip.
“I am here to document an experience that surpasses even that of the African continent in peculiarity. On the voyage through the Mediterranean sea, I was compiling my various notes on the African coastlines. As any man would, I was submerged in the world of topology and geology. My focus was then broken by some force that perturbed the boat. It was as if the boat had beached, yet it still crawled forwards and towards the soils. The ship men above rampaged like cattle.
‘Heave, men! Purgatory be near!’ howled the captain with his voice was so bold that it pierced the floorboards above me. I, of course, dived out of the room to see what the kerfuffle was. The moment I had come to the surface, one of the sailors tried to shunt me back under deck.
‘Head back to your cabin, sir. You’ll only get in the way,’ he said.
I kept myself firm against the man. He would have a better bid pushing a wall aside. I would keep my head even and insist,
‘I assure you, I’ll keep clear.’
The fellow sailors would start collecting around him. A bitter spirited man then said to me,
‘The devil is trying to claim the ship. Keep under board.’
I had enough of being held at bay. The devil straying into this world was no small deal. For the better of the queen and church, I had to record such an event. I would yell,
‘I am a man of God! My presence is the bane of the devil.’
One of the ship men were ready to pull the dagger out on my. He had his eyes narrowed. Hands ready to lash out and strangle me. The voice of the captain then carried over the doorway. His words scattered the crew like a flock of birds.
‘Get back to your posts, you clots!’ he said.
Once upon deck, I saw the most obscure scenery I have ever seen. I had the feeling that I had stumbled upon Tartarus itself. To the side of the ship, there was an endless landscape of sand. From these sands, there extended patches of seaweed. I attempted to ascertain the height of these, but my eyes gave out before they could reach the top. Instead, I felt like a fish that was peering through the surface of the waves. The light of another sun projecting down to the sands below. I then heard a guttural growl that I figured to be that of a whale. What I saw was no whale, however. The creature was no different from the leviathan. No doubt that this was the land of the devil.”
Authored by the Librarian
OP
Genealogy Thalassic
When the first ocean came to be, there too was the Obscurium. When the seas dry out, the Obscurium shall fade to nothing. The concept of the ocean is essential to the existence of the Obscurium. To know the origin of the Obscurium, one must head back to the first ocean. Upon a silent moon, the waters themselves had formed a deity. The primordial deity of the sea came to call herself Mare. Mare grew lonesome, having nothing but her own expanse as company. She would come to weep. Her tears would reshape the tides into three other deities. The first was simply known as the Librarian. The next was Mori, The Torturer. Finally there was Mamon, The Duke. These deities came to be known as the Aspects of the Seas.
Later, the three had children with various mortals. Many of these children became the creatures of the Obscurium that we see today. Such creatures are what make the Obscurium such a menacing land. The rest of these children became a pantheon of demigods. The pantheon included the likes of Dr. Sue, Ouroboros, and The Captain. Each of these a child of belonging to an aspect of the sea. Following the tradition, they each have their own titles by which they are known: Dr. Sue was known as The Archivist, being of the Librarian; Ouroboros earned the title as The Faded, child of Mori; and The Captain kept true to the tradition entirely.
These three had earned a reputation to them, being regarded as the Banes of a Sailor. Although the three of them were formidable, the Captain made himself the most notorious of the lot. He would win the hearts of mortal men, and for their service, protect against any beasts that escaped the Obscurium. One of these beasts was that of the Leviathan, which he sent home with the rune of Mamom carved into its skin.
After knowing all this, one would come to feel that a promise has been violated. The Obscuirum’s origins were promised, but all that was presented was a family tree. It is important to know what that tree represents, however. Each part of the tree is rooted at the theme of the ocean. In much the same sense, the Obscurium is derived from the idea of the sea.
When the first ocean came to be, there too was the Obscurium. When the seas dry out, the Obscurium shall fade to nothing. The concept of the ocean is essential to the existence of the Obscurium. To know the origin of the Obscurium, one must head back to the first ocean. Upon a silent moon, the waters themselves had formed a deity. The primordial deity of the sea came to call herself Mare. Mare grew lonesome, having nothing but her own expanse as company. She would come to weep. Her tears would reshape the tides into three other deities. The first was simply known as the Librarian. The next was Mori, The Torturer. Finally there was Mamon, The Duke. These deities came to be known as the Aspects of the Seas.
Later, the three had children with various mortals. Many of these children became the creatures of the Obscurium that we see today. Such creatures are what make the Obscurium such a menacing land. The rest of these children became a pantheon of demigods. The pantheon included the likes of Dr. Sue, Ouroboros, and The Captain. Each of these a child of belonging to an aspect of the sea. Following the tradition, they each have their own titles by which they are known: Dr. Sue was known as The Archivist, being of the Librarian; Ouroboros earned the title as The Faded, child of Mori; and The Captain kept true to the tradition entirely.
These three had earned a reputation to them, being regarded as the Banes of a Sailor. Although the three of them were formidable, the Captain made himself the most notorious of the lot. He would win the hearts of mortal men, and for their service, protect against any beasts that escaped the Obscurium. One of these beasts was that of the Leviathan, which he sent home with the rune of Mamom carved into its skin.
After knowing all this, one would come to feel that a promise has been violated. The Obscuirum’s origins were promised, but all that was presented was a family tree. It is important to know what that tree represents, however. Each part of the tree is rooted at the theme of the ocean. In much the same sense, the Obscurium is derived from the idea of the sea.
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