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The Friendly Stranger The Fey One The Protector of Dreams The Heart of Nightmares
Aspect Mana Dreams
Once upon a time, Aethel was the Aspect of the magical force known as Mana. Those days are long gone, as that part of themself was sacrificed in order to survive the end of their world. Instead they embraced a new Aspect that they had been cultivating for some time; Dreams. It was a painful process of course, but change was always in Aethel's nature.
When Aethel created the Sea of Dreams so that all of creation could embrace the many different experiences that the slumbering mind had to offer, they did so with the intention of it being something of a self sustaining side hobby. A system designed so that the sleeper had their own little bubble in the vast sea in which their own mind provided the entertainment without outside interference. This was as much due to Aethel understanding their own fickle nature and not wishing to be burdened with the day to day operation of the place as much as an understanding that the best being to decide what the mortal in question witnessed in dream was themselves, even if they had little to no control over their subconscious mind.
Having fully committed to the Aspect of Dreams, Aethel is an many ways an emotional entity. To understand Dream, one needs to understand the subconscious mind that created it. Not only the targets wants and needs (for they can be completely different things), but also their hopes, desires, fears, regrets, ect. If Aethel cares enough to stop and truly look at someone, they can understand them on a level that few truly can. After all, everyone dreams...
Dreams are not just limited to the realm of sleep through. Worlds are shaped by their power; While a dream cannot create an island or an ocean such as a god can, if a dream is believed in enough these things can be made reality. A mortal man can cut a road through a mountain solely because of a dream that medical care can reach his home in a timely fashion. Alone it might take him decades to do and it is possibly that he might die before the work is finished, but a strong enough dream can inspire others to see it become reality. A Dream or Nightmare in the right place, at the right time, can change the course of history. Can alter how civilizations view things. Can make or break worlds.
Persona Aethel is one of the nicest entities one could ever encounter, if strange. Always polite to a fault regardless of who they is talking to and what the circumstances are, energetic and dedicated towards making whoever they are talking to feel welcomed and included in whatever is happening. While they can come across as somewhat scatter brained and prone to shifting between different topics and focuses at a whim, they are just as prone to focusing on a singular topic or interest obsessively long past the point that others care. A patron of stories and music, Aethel is a great storyteller themself... but terrible when it comes to actually playing instruments; No matter how long they practice, the noise will always be horrible to listen to and the fact that they're just so energetic about it somehow makes it worse.
Despite how friendly they are, Aethel is at the core a selfish individual. Their desires and flights of fancy will almost always come first despite the fact that they personally consider themselves to think about others often. Some of the flights of fancy and obsessions they can develop are of a... darker nature and are as readily pursued and explored as any other without hesitation. These vices can include things as mundane as drinking alcohol, harmless (and sometimes unintentionally harmful) pranks, lustful needs or even just a desire for romance... but at the same time can spill over into full on hedonism, stalker like obsession, ritualistic murder and acts that could haunt entire species for generations to come. The politeness and friendly nature will always remain, even in the depths of what appears to be utter insanity.
Despite having a remarkable vocabulary, Aethel themself tends to be a very literal entity and will honor and obey to the letter any and all obligations and deals that are required or made by them. TO THE LETTER is vital to remember. While some might claim that it is due to a trickster nature the truth is that while Aethel takes pride in their work and making sure it is completed in a timely and satisfactory manner, they rarely stop to consider the wider implications or logical outcomes of the requirements or rules of the task beyond asking themself if they are following them successfully. That being said, they are not afraid to ask for clarification if something is too vague or they simply don't understand/are confused by something.
Always remember, 'Nice' and 'Friendly' are different from 'Good'.
True Form While Aethel has many forms, their true form is that of an androgynous six legged hooved equine with a cloud like mane and tail that seem to constantly shift coloration, rarely being a singular color at all and, on the few occasions it happens, rarely remaining that way for long. White of coat that seems to blend perfectly with whatever coloration their tail and mane happen to be at the time, Aethel has two horns coming out of their forehead; A smaller crescent shaped one up front and a larger thorn like horn rising up behind it.
Along their body are an indeterminate number of mollusc like tentacles, the tops covered in the white fur of his coat but the bottom of them are clearly filled with fleshy suction cups. Along their six legs shimmer a series of pleasantly glowing 'fins' that, much like the mane and tail, slowly change colors over time. Both tentacles and magical leg fins are used by Aethel to 'swim' through the shifting tempest of mana of his home like a fish in water.
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Nothing more than a way to emulate the way living beings move around, this humanoid form is created from black, tar-like ichor secreted from within the void-like depths of Aion's true boy. The head, a holder for Aion so as to view the world from the level of mortals, while the rest of the body a vessel for action and/or communication.
𝐀 𝐒 𝐏 𝐄 𝐂 𝐓
TRANSCENDENCEThe world is suffused with magic; the smooth beach sand slowly being washed away by the waves; the trees and flowers that rustle as the wind gently blows through them, carrying on its wings a promise of more to come; the various fauna that inhabit vast swathes of the world, slowly going on about their daily lives - most of them following their instincts to survive and thrive.
The residual wonder of divine magnificence lays hidden within each and every thing in existence, desperately yearning to break free, if only for a chance to transcend normalcy and reach into the ever fleeting dream of its origin. Transcendence's core tenets follow this yearning, this urge that exists within all things to become different, better, more. It is the tool, as well as the agent of change that can facilitate the transformation of the mundane into the empyrean.
Of course, what is a sufficient enough alteration from the base form lays in the eye of the beholder - or the target of the change, and is not specifically bound to the physical realm. For example, a cruel man that has been humbled by a series of unfortunate events may decide to go on a pilgrimage to better himself. So, he travels the world with the intent of experiencing other cultures, seeing things from different points of view and expanding his scope on the world.
Eventually, the man may decide that his previous outlook on the world was flawed, and thus decide to change himself to be a better person, turning into a paragon for good. On the other hand, his travels might reinforce his old views and turn him into a crueler person than before, becoming a tyrant. Additionally as a side effect, to travel the world requires a sturdy physique, and as such his body would have adapted to this newfound exertion.
There are always positives and negatives to everything, yet the spirit of Transcendence does not follow a specific moral compass and is only really interested in results. Of course a king who is good to his people is is viewed as superior, but in the absence of that, an iron-hearted tyrant is better than a indecisive, non-committal and weak king that will only bring ruin to the dynasty and the kingdom.
𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀
Aion can come across as quite the reserved, introspected deity at first glance. After all, his humanoid form is characterized by the, mostly, featureless face it adorns, and thus one would not be at fault to assume him having the emotional level of a rock. This, of course, is far from the truth, as Aion actually relishes in a good conversation, no matter the subject, for he recognizes that the simple action of exchanging ideas and opinions, regardless of their content or correctness, is one of the first steps towards transcendence of the mind.
Much influenced by his Aspects, this deity is one filled with curiosity about the world and its inhabitants, their lives, thoughts and aspirations - should they be of the thinking variation. He is ready to offer advice to those in need of it and, generally, does not shy away from providing tangible assistance when required. However, he also knows that progress can only be done through one's own efforts and thus understands that too much divine interference can turn into a deadly poison, corroding the mind and leading to the languishing of the spirit - Stagnation.
Ranking among the top three gravest sins according to Aion, stagnation in any form goes directly against his belief of continuous advancement, and thus he is particularly zealous about eradicating it, if not from existence then at least from his sight.
𝐌 𝐘 𝐓 𝐇
"Ahaha, that's the stuff!" a man guffawed, foamy ale residue still lingering on his lips and beard, as he slammed the empty tankard on the table in front of him. Big, brawny and seemingly full of energy, he fit the "heart of the party" kind of title to a T.
"You know Brynn, sometimes you have to learn to relax! All that worry and stress is. not. good. for. you!" He added, each word accompanied with a gentle push on the shoulder of his friend to press the point.
Brynn, however, slouched in his chair as he was, barely felt the touch of his friend. Matted black hair splayed across his knuckles as he rubbed his temples, the onset of a headache evident in his complexion. Relative to his friend, Brynn's build lent towards the lankier side, and as such the two men made for an odd pair at a glance.
"Ugh... I'm really not in the mood for your antics, Teyr..." The smaller man waved away his friend's hand and adjusted his position on the chair, leaning forward a bit more and grabbing his own drink. Teyr watched him wordlessly with a light smirk on his face as he took a couple of swigs of ale, only speaking after Brynn had finished.
"You know, I'm feeling hurt! I've known you for how many years now? Ten? Twenty? Never thought I'd have to find out these things on my own; I thought we friends told everything to each other!" Teyr exclaimed in fake outrage whilst gesturing at the barkeep for more ale.
"Actually, it's closing in on sixteen years now... you're the only person I've ever known that would forget their age, you know that?" Brynn said, the semi-questioning look on his face betraying his thoughts.
"Whatever, ten, sixteen, no difference between the two," Teyr disregarded his friends remarks. "What matters is that you kept this secret from me for so long; you know my sister's not married yet, right?"
Brynn let out a deep sigh and nodded. "Look, I don't know how you found out, but it's not that big of a-" A huge palm suddenly obscuring half his field of vision cut the man's words short. As he peaked around, Brynn saw Teyr say thanks to the barkeep for bringing over fresh drinks. The palm then descended, grabbed a new tankard and lifted it to its owners mouth as the other hand pushed the other mug towards Brynn.
"Drink," was the only word that left Teyr's mouth before he belted down a whole flagon of ale in the time it took Brynn to recollect his thoughts. Peering at his reflection on the rippling surface of the liquid in his hands, the black-haired man made to say something in retort, but was met with a dead-cold, silent gaze. "Just drink."
With a nervous gulp, Brynn took a few tentative swigs, more so to relieve the unnerving feeling that had slowly crept up his spine at the sudden mood shift of his friend, than to help with the incoming headache.
Seeing this, Teyr's mouth opened up in a wide grin once again, and with it, the mood returning back to the festive, relaxed one of just a few moments ago. "Aye, that's a good lad!" The big man said and a laugh, once again, bellowed out from deep within his lungs.
After a while of back and forth small talk, Brynn seemed to have relaxed a little. Now four mugs in, the man's cheeks were beginning to flush, but despite his unassuming looks, he seemed able to hold his alcohol quite well.
It was at this moment that Teyr grabbed his drink, stood up and walked over to Brynn's side of the table, plopping down on the chair next to his friend. The slightly buzzed man glanced up at Teyr, noticing the absent-minded look on his face as he lazily scanned the inn, gazing at its patrons. For a few moments, nothing but the slight hub-bub of the place could be heard, giving Brynn a strange calming feeling.
"Look at all these people," Teyr mused out-loud. "Each and every one of them has a life, loved ones, responsibilities, and most definitely problems." Teyr downed some of his ale, the cup concealing the sudden twitch of his eyelid, before continuing in the same, seemingly relaxed manner of speech. "Some choose to keep their problems bottled up inside, letting all that anguish control their lives and leading them to wither, both mentally and physically."
Then suddenly, he made a tight fist with his right hand and promptly brought it down on the hard, wooden slab of a table, the impact reverberating throughout the inn, startling the patrons, staff, and most importantly rousing Brynn from his semi-drunken state.
After making a few apologies for the disturbance, Teyr turned his attention back to his friend. "While others wear their problems on their sleeves, bravely facing them, solving them and progressing in their lives."
"Y-yeah, I guess you're right," Brynn stuttered out between sips off of his cup.
"You know," Teyr continued. "I overheard something my parents were discussing about the other day... supposedly, that guy from South River has been sending gifts over to our house for some time now... ahh, what was his name now... H-hu-something..."
As if a cat had homed in on a new sound, Brynn snapped back up, his eyes locking on Teyr. "Hubar?" He practically spat out the name in question through clenched teeth.
"Ah yes, Hubar!" Teyr affirmed whilst sagely scratching his beard. "Apparently none of the girls over at South River want to marry into his family, no matter how many gifts he presents them, so he's expanded his search for a wife outside his hometown. So yeah, my parents were discussing inviting him over to our house in order to get to know him a little better. Quite the resourceful man, huh?" Teyr questioned as he glanced down towards his friend.
"Yeah. Very smart." Brynn said, and after a brief moment of silence, guzzled the remaining ale from his cup, threw a couple of coins on the table and stood up from his chair. "I forgot I had something important to do tonight, so I must bid you goodnight, Teyr." Brynn said in a hurried manner.
"Yeah yeah, see you soon," Teyr waved off his friend, a strange, ethereal glimmer flashing from deep within the man's eyes for a split moment. "See you real soon..."
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In the land of shadows, where darkness reigns, Lived a hero named Penumbra, of humanoid form, With his trusty sword by his side, and a heart of gold, He roamed the lands, young and bold.
One day, he met Custosa, an elf with no magic, But with a skill in combat, she was truly fantastic, Together, they fought against evil and wrong, And their bond grew strong.
One day, they met an old man named George, A warrior with fists of steel, who fought with great rage, And a Satyr bard named Dahm, with a voice so sweet, Together, they made a formidable team.
They set out on a quest to save George's home, From an evil plant, the Mind Pod, that sought to roam, With its power of mind control, it enslaved all in its path, But our heroes were not afraid, and they set out with a wrath.
Through the jungle, they fought, with all their might, Against the Mind Pod and its minions, in a fierce fight, Penumbra, Custosa, George, and Dahm, they fought as one, But alas, Dahm fell, his life now done.
But his sacrifice was not in vain, for they defeated the Mind Pod, And the land was saved, thanks to their heroic trod, Penumbra, Custosa, and George, they lived to fight another day, In memory of Dahm, who died in a heroic way.
