[OOC] &&𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚.

^{. 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗅𝖺, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋. 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 .}

^{[ 𝐫 𝐚 𝐢 𝐧 𝐨 𝐟 𝐭 𝐡 𝐞 𝐜 𝐢 𝐭 𝐲 ] [ 𝐭 𝐡 𝐫 𝐞 𝐧 𝐨 𝐝 𝐲 𝐨 𝐟 𝐭 𝐡 𝐞 𝐦 𝐚 𝐧 𝐢 𝐟 𝐞 𝐬 𝐭 ]}

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________________________________ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆; 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒔. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕-𝒕𝒐-𝒃𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒄𝒆; 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔. ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ _________________________________

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𝚙 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚜 𝚑 𝚗 𝚘 𝚝 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚝 𝚑 𝚘 𝚞 𝚜 𝚊 𝚗 𝚍 𝚊 𝚗 𝚍 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚊 𝚗 𝚐 𝚎 𝚕 𝚜</sub>

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<sub>𝓘t was the first building of The Badlands, built long since hence before the spires of the gilded crown were thrust up around its' marker, wreathed upon ancient stone and wood with angels standing poised, polished, and once upon a time, well tended after. Each of these angels even possessed a name, a moniker that was befitting to its' predetermined sanction and sin and the original govern of Heaven. Each in its self was the counter production of a singular proposal, or rather, a unified reality until judged to part in order to regulate both medians of existence; the belief and term of heart and mind, soul and spirit, the flesh and the bone. There once was, and maybe such still, one thousand and one of these angels, dictated by the one that over looked the doors as their herald. The masonry is ancient, the origins of the stone having been lost to time and general wear and the placement of the stonework having failed to transport through the generations of priests and followers. From the unique settling of the rains and snow that descends from the northern mountains, the cathedral has thus earned various monikers that the locale denizens have come to affectionately adorn the building with, such are the Green Church during summer, where the well-aged stone turns to various shades of moss and peridot, or, during the colder winters where the green wears to grey and the angels literally weep and thus becomes the Graveyard where each statues appears to mourn. Once a potential monastery, the cathedral has a seeded complex of interlocking chambers beneath the chartreuse adorned surface, now thusly referred to as the tombs and properly sectioned off due to instability. The economical and industrial climb during the mechanical age of ascension disturbed the ground which the church had been established, caused from the introduction of convenient - and now abandoned - subway tunnels that would connect to the mountain passages and the cities beyond. However, the earthquake per the discovery of The Atis, damaged the church's foundation, thus putting an end to the transportation project.

𝓣he Paramorlian Cathedral has stood since hence like an eternal specter, or sire, of the Badlands, ancient and wrought with rotted stone and wood, but still providing confession and services with a small league of loyal subjects to see to the sinful and the woeful.</sub>

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𝚏 𝚘 𝚛 𝚜 𝚊 𝚔 𝚎 𝚗 𝚘 𝚝 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚝 𝚛 𝚞 𝚝 𝚑</sub>

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<sub>Currently on display within the Paramorlian histories museum, under the ownership of the United Mythos foundation of Patrick Montreyu, the youngest curator yet since the establishment of the conjoined order, The Atis has been a well lavished treasure despite the rather controversial retrieval. The exact origins of the depicted tome are nearly impossible to trace, but the brittle leaf of the pages and their nearly decayed wording have given possible allusion to being on par with other well known scriptures that have dictated religious doctrine.

Whilst The Atis is predated to extend yonder the origins of life and the individual soul, it was curiously discovered during the earthquake of the Industrial age when the Badlands was young within conception and build and mechanical finesse came way into the economic up-climb, the resulting tragedy of the natural disaster pried open the tombs of the Paramorlian Cathedral, revealing the dry rot pocket of crumbling sediment that had curiously preserved the text. The language is a lavish and near poetic sort, the kind that old Shakespearean aficionados claim that could be derived from his works, or rather, by the loose dating, that inspired the grand play writer during his reign. Such claims have given speculation that The Atis is a near controversy and has produced various affirmations of being a sham on literature and original pages, such like The Bible, that depict the beginning of time.

The Atis has since been translated into a cryptic text, due to a dwindling knowledge of forgone languages and arts, but the illustrations through the pages themselves provide another testimony to the peculiar words and the story within. Betwixt the margins are various scrolling images of what could be called serpentine like dragons that bear likeness to mythical creatures of both fur and claw, scale and shimmering eyes. Grand paintings and fine details utter of a unity between two sides of both fire and ice, light and darkness, and the duality that exists within all of life. Man and Woman, the Sun and the Moon, the Earth and the Sky and so on. Within those scrolling images and poetic stanza is the core belief that is eerily similar to whispered services of a cultural belief that all things once lived as a singular soul and person, much like Adam and Eve, before being derived into separate beings to assist in managing of the world.

Much like how one created the creatures of the world, and the other came to name them.

The two dragons however, once split, are said to never twine and touch again, and to come in contact is believed to cause a tremendous bought of both stress and agony. Such reasoning beyond their rather mournful parting has yet to be found, as the depths The Atis are many pages long with only a handful of individuals the bear the knowledge to read them.</sub>

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introduction of equilibrium.

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𝚠 𝚎 𝚎 𝚙 𝚗 𝚘 𝚝 𝚘 𝚟 𝚎 𝚛 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚏 𝚊 𝚝 𝚎 𝚘 𝚏 𝚕 𝚘 𝚟 𝚎</sub>

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. . . And oh there was one of Ignisia, and one of Glachia, both wreathed in splendor the colour of golden twine and thread, bedecked with scarlet lacing liken to the slivers of fate that had once bound them into One. With feathers of silver and fans of gold, scales derived both from the wrathful sun and His equally glimmering Moon, they would coil and knot, but never would they bond, for the pain was far too great. But the pain of never coming to know the wholefullness of their once upon a time union was found to bear a far greater agony both sweet and merciless.

. . . For within their hearts of unity, threaded of soul and heart, were keys embedded in the likeness of a stone, pulsating hues of fire and ice, having once come together to begin the World of all Worlds. The collision was intended for the one, in search of Paradise; the wholeness of Unity.

^{- taken from pages of The Atis; 03 : 20.}

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𝚠 𝚘 𝚛 𝚜 𝚑 𝚒 𝚙 𝚗 𝚘 𝚝 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚟 𝚎 𝚗 𝚐 𝚎 𝚏 𝚞 𝚕</sub>

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_{Under the unyielding ownership of the United Mythos, the historian foundation fecundated by generous donations from prominent families, and curiously enough, severe taxation and property from the Cathedral, the museum has been a literal jewel of the Badlands for a mere twenty years. Located up within the Northern districts, on the cusp of the Central and Eastern territories, thus connecting nearly every district aside from the Western expanse and the Southern ghettos, and a prominent source of revenue and attention to many would-be patrons and initial figures city wide. What started as a simplistic and minimalist building founded just down the block to house relics of bronze and whimsical dates within threadbare pages of Badland histories and founders, blossomed into the massive structure that is reminiscent of church spires and angels delicately woven into the masonry not unlike the face of the Paramorlian Cathedral that pales drastically in comparison.}

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the bird.

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𝚕 𝚘 𝚘 𝚔 𝚗 𝚘 𝚝 𝚝 𝚘 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚊 𝚍 𝚘 𝚠 𝚜</sub>

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<sub>Origins? Unknown.

Anyone from the local law enforcement to bigger government branches such as the FBI, NSA, CIA, and ISA, none of them have been able to pinpoint the exact origin of this supposed mega-network of criminal organizations all controlled by someone or even multiple people operating under the one identity of The Bird. The fact is, despite all efforts, they aren't any closer to knowing the stake that which The Bird's Nest seems to operate from.

Where does The Bird get their resources? How far into the hole are the government and law enforcement officials in with The Bird and The Bird's associates? How many separate criminal organizations operate within The Bird's Nest? Who is the Bird? Where is The Bird located out of?

Those are all questions asked, yet none have been answered because of one simple fact: The Bird uses information as a tool to keep absolute anonymity. In this day and age, information is the new currency and The Bird is well-equipped for just about any kind of foe or foe-turned-ally. This is achieved by having several spies placed in high-ranking positions, trojan horses and various invasive malware and spyware always feeding The Bird information as they come in. Other branches of the Nest's network include foot soldiers that range from hardened criminals to kids with nowhere else to go but serve The Bird's wishes. They report to their own boss who feeds The Bird's underlings the information. At every corner within every crevice and hole the streets of The Badlands possess, The Eyes and Ears of the Skies is always watching, waiting, and poised to strike like a vulture. When the time is right, whoever crosses the ultimate predator of the open clear skies will know the wrath of the mighty talons.

That is what The Bird's Nest is - a network of criminal organizations that all bow to one mighter than all of them combined. They worship and fear the one who could ruin them all. They know not to fear the reaper, but the reaper's master, The Bird.</sub>

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