Do you know how the Sunderwilds got its name?

  It's quite simple.

  “Sunder” to describe the damage, for cracked is the tapestry of existence.

  “Wilds” to express how the entropic madness leaks, the patterns and laws of reality bleeding into a festering wound and spilling out into broader stability beyond, creeping forward as slithering vines; roots of impossibility spreading deep into the bones of the material, giving rise to forests of madness.

  The Guilds make efforts to trim them sometimes. Prune the branches of entropy that stray too close. But they are not eradicated. Not completely. Not when so many serve as good testing grounds for new weapons. Or clandestine locations to mask military checkpoints, scrying installations, or an easy way to fill up Rendbombs for the next war.

  Mostly, however, the Sunderwilds keeps itself contained, for the entropic foliage spreading from each break is not of a unified front, and like there cannot be a single ruling dream, so too can’t there be a totally commingling forest. These woods devour each other as much as they do us, and one ruled by pithy cynicism might find themselves remarking: “Hark. See existence. See all is at war–the natural state of things.”

  Such is the consolation of a FATED living in their… cultured grooves. For the Elysiums and Tiers are tamed madness, in fact, and the impossibilities there are merely engendered to convenience humanity instead of forcing them to suffer inimicality.

  For the wilders who live in the depths, their natures and habits are strange and savage to the outsiders, for the sky they know is not one we share, and the rules that bind them are not ones we know.

  In my travels, I have encountered many enclaves. But there are more things out in the roiling swaths of madness. Tribes unmoored from broader arms of humanity. Places so broken that coexistence with the denizens that reshaped themselves to survive will be impossible in the axiomatic sense. Wretched dregs of humanity that would be better graced with euthanasia than continued existence.

  But still, there is beauty in my endeavor. For beyond the false histories provided by the Guilds, I remain a chronicler of great truths. A new history of a world after the fall.

  If you are cycling through these memories, if my memories are not destroyed or suppressed by the Guilds, I ask that you spread them far and wide. Let the others know what plights our kin-turned-cousins now face. Let all know just how much of the world we lost, and of the greatest atrocities committed by Jaus.

  -[Redacted]

  19-22

  Horizon Lost (II)

  HEAVEN: [SE-7777]

  ->CANONS OF (REFLECTION), (BLOOD), (BIOLOGY), (LUMINOSITY) UPDATED

  Building the faults into SE-7777’s Heaven ended up being a straightforward task. Interlacing the oscillations of his Soulfire with the threaded patterns representing each Domain, he rebuilt a few canons to include certain caveats to ensure his cadre could pass this section of the wall without issue.

  All it would take is a triggering of a corresponding miracle to exempt them from the touch of SE-7777’s metaphysical-spatial restrictions. Draus’ reflective passages. Avo’s haemokinesis. Kae’s maelstorm. Dice’s invulnerable luminosity. Chambers bioform generation. Even Essus’ gateways were included.

  Now, the final obstacle between them and the world beyond New Vultun stood open, and the spreading crack Avo left in the wall belonged solely to them.

  “And that should do it,” Kae said, looking at their successful alterations, a note of satisfaction and pride in her voice. “There were so many details–So many Domains and canons to look through. I thought I was going to get lost after so long but… I should have never doubted myself.”

  Avo heeded her words and examined the stretching chains of ontology flowing through the Heaven. It lacked the cultural themes and concrete aesthetics ingrained in most Heavens, seeming more like a multicolored ball of chaotic yarn than anything else. Its structure danced between solid, gas, liquid, light, and particulates. Every Domain exhaled an aspect of their canons through its structure, creating an unstable miasma of shifting effects.

  The key detail here was how each border Heaven seemed to interact with another. As Avo attuned his awareness to the very edges of his Soul, he felt the links stretched on still, but breaking and spraying out in all directions, spreading over the city not as if a fence, but more like individual links of straw making up a nest. The border walls were communicating with each other through slight vibrations, each capable of redirecting some of its miracles to reinforce a distant Heaven–or to connect to anchor should one of its current binding fail.

  Where pylons only dotted New Vultun’s borders in the material, its metaphysical emanations domed the city entirely. All that moved, all that existed, all that was within the threshold of the city had to capitulate to the laws of the thresholds if they wanted to pass. With almost every Domain in existence included and build patches persisting over years, only the esoteric Heavens created through clandestine means or paired from reclusive Fallwalkers granted bypass.

  All others faced a choice between capitulation, bribery, or an outright struggle against more than a few thousand Heavens, with eight among them bearing an extremely high spherage.

  The benefits of Rend dispersal that the Maw provided, likewise, did not even need to be answered.

  RESURRECTION - 23%

  “Done here, then,” Avo said, watching as his resurrection filled. “Any other things to review? Adjustments needed.”

  “No. I don’t think so.” A beat of hesistation passed through Kae. “But I think I will stay here a while longer and observe things. I wish to study the border Heavens more deeply and discover if we might be able to affect all of them from one point. Or there is any other benefit I can claim for us.”

  Such was a wise plan. Technically, with Kassamon subverted and Chambers in their systems, they could have logged their visit as lasting a full eight hours and then just left without anyone being the wiser. Or caring. But still, somehow Avo expected this of Kae and was passively glad that her passion and his interests coincided so neatly.

  “Won’t hurry you,” Avo said. “Can stay as long as you want. Take in all the details. Know that you can extract at any time using the mirror. Or just manifest your Heaven and get beyond the border. If our changes are in effect.”

  “Yes. If.” Her Soul turned to his and he felt a wry hint of amusement radiating from her. “Would you mind testing it for me? I would like to do it myself, but I prefer someone else suffering the backlash and rupturing on my behalf.”

  Avo chuffed a note of affirmation. “Of course. Chambers will be deeply missed.”

  “Will he, though?” Kae asked, teasingly.

  A pause actually followed. Despite the mockery, the answer was one easily given. “Yes. He has been… more than what I expected. All of you have.”

  Kae didn’t quite know how to reply, and so she just turned her attention back to SE-7777 itself. “It will feel odd when I resurrect. I wonder if I will return with the proxy attached still, and if that will affect my memories immediately. The moment I died, I remembered everything about who I was, and lost my cover memories.”

  “Probably not then,” Avo said. “You don’t forget yourself. Or the Soul doesn’t. Not really. It can even pick and choose.”

  Kae hummed. “Indeed. Indeed! Very true. But… why can’t your consciousness exhibit both the traits of a stable Metamind and the Conflagration?”

  “Not fully sure,” Avo replied. “Suspect the war-mind the Low Masters used on me to be the main factor. Might be metaphysically binding. Ignorance. Also think it the reason behind my lapses.”

  “Yes… We should do some testing for that as well, once we are in the Sunderwilds,” Kae said.

  “Expect to be doing a lot of that. Testing.”

  “Of course.”

  Silence followed a comfortable wordlessness settling between them. Avo sank into the depths of his Soul and accelerated his resurrection to maximum capacity. “Call us if you need us.”

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  She hummed a note of affirmation as she tuned the pace of her own resurrection to the maximum amount it was capable of while still observing SE-7777. “I will be resurrecting soon as well. Without the Stillborn bridging me to SE-7777, my metaphysical access will be lost.”

  Avo hadn’t thought of that. And even with her at full capacity, her Frame was still slower by far when it came to uploading her ego back into reality. Difference in cyclers. Regardless, they existed peacefully in one another’s orbit for the remainder of their shared time, remaining wordless until after Avo ascended once more.

  RESURRECTION - 88%... 100%

  IMPLANTING NOUS

  ONTOLOGY REVERTED

  RESURRECTION COMPLETED

  MEMORY RESTORED

  SOUL ONLINE

  IGNITING THAUMIC CYCLER: 17,888 THAUM/c

  LOADING [ERRR]----

  Ghosts - [26,793,352]

  Reslotted in his sheath, Avo felt his senses flash into existence and found himself looking up at the protective lining of the dome. Pushing himself off the floor of the reactor room using his Echoheads, he channeled his Haemokinesis and the flagging folds of spatial reality peeled away from him. It was like the waters of an ocean parting unnaturally away from one’s body, the sensation uncanny and liberating at the same time.

  {Looks like it worked] bother iterations of Draus spoke to him through his ansible and from within the Conflagration.

  He just grunted in response and cast a new directive toward “Nandu.” {Need you to stay here. Keep an eye on “Iomae.” Keep perimeter secure. Can follow after us once she returns. Remove your proxy then. Or stay here. Up to you.}

  {Synced,} Nandu said.

  {You’re not watching some messed up shit on the job, are you?} Draus asked joining their call.

  {What? No. Wait, am I that much of a fuck-up usually?}

  Draus chuckled lowly. {If you only knew…}

  {Shit. Can I stay me right now but get a new face?} Nandu asked.

  {Decide after you take off the proxy mind,} Avo answered. {See how you feel then. Need something from you right now. Open a path back out for me. Leaving back through the mirror.}

  ***

  “So,” Draus said, encased in the latticed flows of a liquid matter cocoon as he boarded the Manta through a panel of glass, “way’s clear?”

  “Seems like it,” Avo said. He linked his Neurodeck to the ship’s systems, the static of his Sprites bleeding into the local network. High-tech sensory feeds expanded windows in his cog-feed and multiple heads-up displays formed in his mind’s eye, capable of being called up with but a thought. “Triggered my Haemokinesis earlier. Border’s Heaven peeled away from me.”

  “I saw,” Draus said. “Think it’s trying not to touch my glass either. Guess that means there’s only one thing left to do.”

  “Yeah. Peel the paint. Seek the horizon.”

  Draus had her Meldskin active so he couldn’t see her face, but her template knew the original well, and both sported a feral smile at that statement. “Is Kae or Chambers comin’ along?”

  “Maybe later. Kae wanted to continue studying Heaven. Might discover other exploitable aspects.”

  The Regular snorted something of a laugh. “Fuckin’ nerd.”

  “Tell her you said that,” Avo replied.

  “I’ll tell her myself,” Draus said. “Used to tell her all the time back when we was in the Tiers.” She paused. “Didn’t think I was ever gonna see her again. Well. Who she used to be.”

  An awkward silence followed. Some of the smart matter opened beside them, allowing Tavers, Dice, and Essus to peek their heads through.

  “Is this the wondrous fucking moment in the show where the cold, mean Reg thanks the tall, dark, and not-so-handsome cannibal?” Tavers asked.

  “Nah. His ego’s big enough as it is. ‘Sides. He’s already got another of me runnin’ inside him. Ain’t no compliment greater than that to give.”

  Essus’ head swung between them, his face torn between a look of incredulity and exasperation. “How did you two get here? I remember… I remember I had to stop you from killing each other.”

  “Failed there,” Avo and Draus said concurrently. They shared a mutual smugness thereafter.

  “Snuffed him plenty of times,” Draus said.

  “Took out her eyes,” Avo added.

  The former FATELESS just blinked. “I see…”

  Tavers reached over and clapped him on the shoulder. “Son. You’re too mentally stable for this. Just stop thinking about it.”

  The Manta’s grav-drive projected a cone of force from the rear of the vessel. The smart fluids comprising the exterior of the stealth ship rebuilt themselves to fit a configuration of speed as the tip of the ship grew shaper, and a wall of large nozzles formed behind.

  Grav-System stabilized

  A countercurrent of force settled on Avo as his own protective gimbal formed around him. With a thought, Tavers commanded the Manta to soar, and they plunged forth, whipping out like a spear seeking the horizon.

  Much like a high-end aero, the internal grav-systems counteracted the spiking g-forces as they sped outward. Presently, they were going at a steady [352 Kph]. Nothing remotely absurd, except that it hadn’t even been a second since they started accelerating. Sailing over the SE-7777 pylon, Avo expanded his Haemokinesis around the ship and braced for any final surprises.

  A long valley ran far beyond them, past the curve of the horizon, intersected at points by other parts of the outer Maw. At the very limits of New Vultun, a vast concentric ring separated the wilds beyond from the megacity within, and not a few kilometers past that were the first few refugee sanctuaries, their layouts and denizens forming in Avo’s awareness. He felt the matter that comprised the local environment, the biologies and bodies of the people, the heat in the air, the static between ferromagnetic constructs, the flow of the winds, the placement of shadows, and even the transmission of signals.

  With his three Heavens, the gatherings of humanity were as if beacons competing for his attention. Beside him, Draus was likely the same way, already scying and spying on the locals, using the light around them to root herself in new reflections.

  As they sped past SE-7777’s area of effect, Avo formed a lattice around the ship and triggered his Incog. Now, they were effectively unviewable by all accounts, a lone vessel slicing along the bottom of Layer One. The sections of panels simulating parts of the sky were long left behind, made only for the districts and nowhere more. Here ran stretches of naked alloy, the bones of the structure showing, the frayed edges allowing natural light to seep in from the curve beyond.

  “You all know something…” Tavers said, sounding strangely unlike herself. Avo felt her swallow.

  The Woundshaper hummed. “Curious. She is nervous. But no rival huntresses are present to occupy the old one’s worry.”

  “...I’ve never been this far out of the city before,” the squire said. She looked at the others for solidarity, but with Dice, Draus, and Essus, she found only blank expressions or uncertain blinks.

  “Me neither,” Avo finally said. “Furthest beyond.” His words seemed to offer some reassurance but with legions of other lives simulated within his Conflagration, his familiarity with the world beyond was already present.

  “Well,” Tavers breathed. “Here’s to us New Vultunites exploring lost horizons, huh?”

  “Yeah,” Avo said. “Lost horizons.”

  And as the Manta amped its velocity up further, the sound barrier shattered around it with a sound akin to a whipcrack and the members of the cadre surged forward, into the rising pre-dawn light, charted for the sanctuaries clustered along the outer perimeter, and the Sunderwilds beyond.

  ***

  SETTING LOBBY TO PRIVATE

  INITIALIZING SIMULATED MINDSCAPE

  LINKING TO METAMINDS

  ->[ABREL GREATLING]

  ->[UTHRED GREATLING]

  ->[VATOR GREATLING]

  Abrel phased into the mindscape’s existence with a blink and found herself seated at the end of a long table in a featureless gray cube built for Nether-based interrogations.

  Truth be told, she had expected them to start conducting these sessions a long time ago, but instead, the Paladins had mostly left her alone. Banished to her solitude within the voidship’s cell with nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company.

  Her own thoughts and memories. And dreams of the creature that claimed her. The monster that burned her mind and reshaped her to his will.

  Avo. Her mind was a forest when it came to the ghoul. Her brother’s murderer–the devourer of her cadre. A complex mix of hate, confusion, awe, and despair filled her when she thought of him, but the seed of his will had been planted deep, and he had designs in mind for her that she couldn’t refuse.

  It was with him in mind that her nerves grew taut with tension as glitching phantoms painted two newcomers into shape just across the table.

  Abrel phased into existence and found herself seated at the end of a long table in a featureless room. As their shapes were stitched together before her eyes, the avatars of the twosome formed, and Abrel instantly knew who they were.

  The first was broader in the shoulders, but shorter. That was not what revealed his identity. Instead, it was his perfect posture and the stillness in his stance.

  The other individual was glancing off at the walls beside, their attention drifting. Ever-moving. Trying to take in every detail in the room. He had always been something of an enjoyer of the grand show that was life, absorbing the scenes like he watching an opera. But there came moments where he himself ascended the stage, and that was when he changed from audience to artist, and what an ugly artist he was.

  Abrel let out a false breath as she steadied herself. This was going to be worse than any Paladin interrogation. She had no idea how her family managed to secure a private conference with her, but she knew the favor couldn’t have come cheap.

  As the artifacts composing the two finally finished loading, Abrel met the gaze of her father, Uthred Greatling without flinching and assumed her role, folding her arms behind her back as an Instrument greeting her Authority.

  “Authority Greatling,” she said, keeping her voice firm and clear.

  “No longer,” he replied. A sudden confusion spread through her as he shook his head. “At ease, Abrel. I must speak to you. As father to daughter. And I must tell you what you and your brother have cost this family.”

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  Ontologics

  In effect after 19-12

  Ghosts - [26,557,563]

  Liminal Frame (V) - 16,099 THAUM/c

  User: Avo

  Heaven/Hell: [Woundmother] - 10,002 THAUM/c

  Heaven

  ->Domain: (Blood)

  ->Canon: Haemokinesis (IV) - All blood in user’s area of influence can be controlled; speed and force experience exponential increases with each ton of force controlled

  ->Hubris: Central pillar of the Heaven must remain 80 tons; each ton of non-central mass controlled increases thaumic and Rend-based demands (5%)

  ->Canon: Linger - User can eject constructs shaped from their blood; each construct generated accrues Rend based on design and size

  ->Hubris: Central pillar of the Heaven must remain 80 tons; each ton of non-central mass controlled increases thaumic and Rend-based demands (5%; x2 backlash)

  ->Canon: Sanguinity’s Reign (IV) - A building haemokinetic storm continuously expands from the user, spreading their area of influence (without limitations) as far as the storm can metaphysically expand; generates more Rend the larger the area it takes up

  ->Hubris: Attempting to move and alter more than 80 tons of matter without constituting a central construct will result in thaumic backlash (20%)

  ->Canon: Exsanguinating Helix - Allows the user to instill an exsanguinating effect in a piece of matter, causing it to drain all the blood its mass can contain when in contact with a non-user designated entity; the larger the object instilled, the higher the Rend

  ->Hubris: If the object is destroyed, thaumic backlash will be inflicted (15%)

  ->Domain: (Matter)

  ->Canon: Alchemization (V) - The user can subsume and channel and combine the properties of 108 fragments of physical matter through their blood; the limit of fragments channeled can be increased at the cost of thaumic and Rend-based demands.

  ->Hubris: Any attempts to subsume gaseous or liquid matter will incur backlash. (12%)

  ->Canon: Remembrance of Matter (V) - The user can memorize the traits of all physical matter they subsume at a hundredth of the thaumic cost; the matter they memorized can be assembled and blended before a construct is formed

  ->Hubris: If matter being subsumed has their state changed mid-subsumption, thaumic backlash will be triggered (9%)

  ->Canon: Stormwreathed - The user can temporarily convert their mass into electricity

  ->Hubris: If the user is submerged by water in this state, thaumic backlash will be triggered (15%)

  ->Canon: Haemification - The user can turn all influenceable matter into blood

  ->Hubris: Any attempts to subsume gaseous or liquid matter will incur backlash (12%; x2 backlash)

  ->Domain: (Fire)

  ->Canon: Matterbomb - The user can detonate pieces of matter based on mass and inherent energy

  ->Hubris: If the matter being detonated is destroyed before ignition, moderate (EST. 35%) severe backlash will be inflicted

  ->Domain: (Luminosity)

  ->Canon: The Light Unseen - The user can blend their matter with the light of their surroundings should they stop perceiving the world visually

  ->Hubris: If the user has their perception active while this canon is in use, (EST. 51%) severe backlash will be inflicted

  ->Domain: (Protection)

  ->Canon: Fortress of Luminosity - The user emanates a luminous shroud that renders all physical matter bathed by its shine invulnerable; generates heavy Rend (1.2%) every second canon is active

  ->Hubris: There must be a persistent source of light for the user to imitate in the environment or from the user themselves or thaumic backlash will be triggered. (5%)

  ->Domain: (Biology)

  ->Canon: My Blood The Harvester, My Flesh the Symphony (III) - Allows the user to grow, blend, or extract biological organisms and structures from their blood.

  ->Hubris: Another source of biomass must be present and in the area of influence or thaumic backlash will be inflicted. (6%) ->Canon: Remembrance of Flesh (V) - Allows user to memorize traits from biological organisms at a tenth of the thaumic cost; the biomass they memorized can be spliced before they are grown.

  ->Hubris: Another source of biomass must be present and in the area of influence or thaumic backlash will be inflicted (6%; x2 backlash)

  ->Domain: (Lightning)

  ->Canon: Boltstride (III) - Allows the user to transmute and move all blood-based structures as bolts of lightning; distance limited to the reach of user’s Sanguinity

  ->Hubris: Attempting to move over 120 tons of matter as a single bolt will trigger (EST. 87%) extreme thaumic backlash

  Hell - [Fifth Circle]

  ->Domain: (Matter/Entropy/Luminosity)

  ->Canon: Breath of the Withered (V) - Allows the user to expel their total Rend as an entropic storm across their area of influence; the storm will disintegrate matter through withering bolts of lightning (This canon is absolute)

  ->Daemon: Striking the same place twice will result in the manifestation of an Anathema of Ruin, causing the user to lose control of the Heaven

  ->Canon: Barrage of the Withered (V) - Allows the user to expel their total Rend as an entropic projectile the size, shape, and speed of the Woundmother at its maximum potential; this projectile can be guided by the user and is loosed faster with higher Rend (This canon is absolute)

  ->Daemon: Should the projectile not dissolve sufficient matter, the projectile will birth as an Anathema of Ruin

  ->Canon: Shadowbreaker (III) - Allows the user to influence all shadows in their vicinity with a touch of luminosity that will continue to expand and dissolve anything physical covered by the shadows

  ->Daemon: Should an insufficient amount of physical matter in darkness be consumed in (8 seconds), an Anathema of Ruin will be manifested.

  Heaven/Hell: [Fardrifter] - 5,660 THAUM/c

  Heaven

  ->Domain: (Air)

  ->Canon: Horizon Strider (III) - The user takes on the properties of a hurricane and can influence winds for 250 kilometers

  ->Hubris: If an external force counters the motion of the user’s centrifugal force, severe (EST. 59%) thaumic backlash will be triggered

  ->Domain: (Space)

  ->Canon: Yondergales (IV) - The user’s demiplane now encompasses ten kilometers, with each ton of mass multiplying the base speed of their winds (252 kilometers per hour)

  ->Hubris: If an object over 5,000 degrees celsius is drawn into the plane, extreme (EST. 83%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.

  ->Canon: The Nine Streams of Freedom - The user can materialize from any nine points in space their winds encompass (250 kilometers)

  ->Hubris: if they emerge in a confined space and are unable to fully materialize, thaumic backlash will be triggered. (10%)

  ->Canon: Shadowrun (II) - The user can surge within shadows as if they are wind tunnels (x10 current speed); shadows must be connected to pass from one to another.

  ->Hubris: If a light shines and clears away the user’s shadow, heavy (EST. 39%) thaumic backlash will be triggered

  ->Domain: (Shadow)

  ->Canon: Midnight Hand - The user can blow, move, and shift shadows together as if they are waves in a storm.

  ->Hubris: If the user is between shadows when the wind stops blowing and the bridge breaks, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.

  ->Domain: (Labyrinth)

  ->Canon: Path of the Nine Storms (III) - User manifests a maze-like dungeon in the walls of their winds, allowing them to create and weave winding paths from tunnels of air; the maze is a fixed spatial anchor (may not be affected by spatial changes) that can be triggered at any time.

  ->Hubris: If the inner walls of the dungeon are forcibly breached and someone enters the eye of the storm (where resides the Yondergales), heavy (EST. 39%) thaumic backlash will be generated.

  Hell - [Fourth Circle]

  ->Domain: (Air/Entropy/Labyrinth)

  ->Canon: Halt of the Passing (IV) - The user can enchain all actors and objects moving through their area of physical influence (250 Kilometers) with stasis

  ->Daemon: An anathema of correspondence will be birthed if the total velocity drained exceeds the total Rend accrued

  ->Canon: Waybreaker (II) - The user distorts all directionality about them (10 kilometers), causing space to coil and distend, randomizing vectors of movement for all actors and objects caught in their wake.

  ->Daemon: Rend must be balanced in nine minutes or an Anathema of Correspondence will manifest.

  Heaven/Hell: [Techplaguer] - 200 Thaum/c

  Heaven

  ->Domain: (Signals)

  ->Canon: Skin of Virtuality - Layers user in mirror-reality raw data and information, allowing them to move and exist as radio signals might and shift inorganic objects in their vicinity as blocks of temporarily stored data (reloads back to their original position in reality after miracle ends)

  ->Hubris: The user cannot pass through lead without incurring heavy (EST. 41%) thaumic backlash.

  ->Domain: (Space)

  ->Canon: Techjumper - User inserts themselves into a signal or system capable of transmitting signals, moving as a packet of data and materializing at the endpoint of the transmission.

  ->Hubris: If the transfer is disrupted halfway, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.

  ->Domain: (Biology)

  ->Canon: TechSick.exe (II) - User mimics the properties and symptoms in a virus and transfers that over to a signal-receiving system, affecting the machine as if it were a person

  ->Hubris: If the transfer is disrupted halfway, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered. (x2)

  Hell - [Third Circle]

  ->Domain: (Signal/Entropy)

  ->Canon: Datarot - The user decays and distorts signals and data within their ability to influence

  ->Daemon: If a signal the user is decaying is disrupted and they are unable to find another within (5 seconds) to continue expelling their Rend, an Anathema of Epistemology will be generated

  Implants

  Mime-Fog: Allows Avo to produce a spore-expelled field of active camouflage

  Celerostylus: A symbiotic reflex booster laced into Avo's spine; accelerates him a bit over sixty-five miles an hour in his baseline body

  Echoheads: A chimeric bioform adapted into an implant. Can provide echolocation for eight hundred feet. Designed from a hyper-durable silicon-chitin structure that also allows each of the eight heads to piece forward from the inside like a mantis shrimp punches.

  Bone Demon: A body-sheathe--complete overhaul of Avo's physical form. made from a nest of super-tensile, hyper-synaptic nanofibrous mycelia on the interior. Beyond the threads, thick plates of cordyceramite line the outside like jagged skeletal continents emerging from a sea of webs. Bound to his biology, Avo is able to harden and shift his structural integrity, as well as shape the growth of the fungal-ceramic matter that would encase his outer skin.

  Meldskin: A smart-fluid adaptive combat skin capable of altering its composition to suit almost any environment and slowly return to full integrity. Possess holographic disguises, advanced visual sensors, omnidirectional thrusters, and a highly advanced reactor. Can also interface with other pieces of advanced voidtech.

  Metamind

  Ghosts: [17,313,887]

  SPRITES: {4.2TB/s…}

  [QUICKSAND SYNC TRAUMA] COG-CAP: 55 SEQUENCES (VARIABLE)

  ->STRUCTURE: “A LIMPID POOL FILLED WITH BODIES DRIFTING BENEATH THE WAVES; WHATEVER TRAUMA STRIKES THE SURFACE WILL IN CAUSE IT TO IGNITE AND SIMULATE A RESEQUENCING OF SAID TRAUMA”

  ->FUNCTION: GUARDS THE MIND USING A LAYER OF TRAUMATIC MEMORIES: CAPABLE OF ADAPTING TO TRAUMAS AFTER SUSTAINING AGAINST THE FIRST IMPACT

  [THOUGHTWAVE DISRUPTOR] COG-CAP: [ERROR] SEQUENCES

  ->STRUCTURE: [NULL]

  ->FUNCTION: TAPS INTO THE ENTIRETY OF THE USER’S COGNITIVE CAPACITY AND EXPELS UNSTABLE MEM-DATA OUTWARD, DISRUPTING AN AREA OF (CONTINGENT OF GHOST CAPACITY) SPACE

  [INCOG] COG-CAP: [x] SEQUENCES (VARIABLE; MUST MATCH ALL OTHER INTERNAL MEMORIES BEYOND THE WARDS)

  ->STRUCTURE: “AN OPALESCENT SUN RAINS DOWN OVER THE LANDSCAPE; LIGHT SPILLS FROM IT MORE LIKE MERCURY DOLLOPS THAN RAYS, BASKING EVERYTHING IN A REFLECTIVE SHEEN WHILE DRINKING UP MEM-DATA INTO ITS CORE”

  ->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE USER TO CAMOUFLAGE THEMSELVES FROM NOTICE VIA THE OBFUSCATION OF THEIR MEMORIES AND THOUGHTSTUFF. NO ACCRETION WILL LEAK DURING THIS PERIOD AND ALL OUTWARD REACTING PHANTASMICS WILL BE PLACED INTO A DORMANT STATE UNTIL DELIBERATE ACTIVATION.

  [WHISPER] COG-CAP: 19 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)

  ->STRUCTURE: FIVE/SIX LEGGED DOG CHASES A FLYING LETTER WHILE A DRONE STRIKES A VILLA.

  ->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE EXTENSION OF CONSCIOUS AWARENESS BY 60 FEET AND THE DELIVERANCE OF COG-DATA WITHIN SAID FIELD OF AWARENESS; CAN BE EXTENDED BY MULTIPLES SHOULD MORE SEQUENCES BE USED

  [PHYS-SIM] COG-CAP: 18 SEQUENCES (FIXED)

  ->STRUCTURE: A MISSILE LOCKED TO AN AEROVEC, EVER INCHING CLOSER, DODGING INCOMING POINT DEFENSE FIRE”

  ->FUNCTION: CALCULATES THE ACCELERATION VECTORS AND IMPACT LANES OF UP TO TWELVE DYNAMIC OBJECTS

  [OSARAI MEMGUARD] COG-CAP: 20 SEQUENCES (BASELINE) [REPLACED BY QUICKSAND IN AVO'S METAMIND]

  ->STRUCTURE: “A HURRICANE TWISTING AND HURTLING SCREAMING FIGURES AND BROKEN STRUCTURES”

  ->FUNCTION: GUARDS THE MIND USING A LAYER OF TRAUMATIC MEMORIES: CAPABLE OF WITHSTANDING AND REFORMING AGAINST HEAVY-MASS PHANTASMAL INTRUSIONS; VULNERABLE TO NARROW-BUILD INVADERS.

  [AUTO-SEANCE] COG-CAP: 2 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)

  ->STRUCTURE: “A STAR BLEEDS INTO A SPIRAL OF SPLICED MEMORY SNIPPETS [ERROR: MEMORY ARTIFACTS TOO BRIEF FOR REVIEW...]"

  ->FUNCTION: ALLOWS OMNI-SYNCHRONIC COMMUNICATIONS BETWEEN TWO OR MORE MINDS ACROSS ALL AREAS ENCOMPASSED BY THE PRESENCE OF THE NETHER

  [MORALITY INJECTOR] COG-CAP: 20 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)

  ->STRUCTURE: “A RESPLENDENT CAGE WITH A CINEMA PROJECTION OF PAST HAPPENINGS PLAYING ACROSS THE SKY"

  ->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE USER TO NULLIFY SPECIFICALLY ENCODED IMPULSES WITH COUNTER-EMOTIONAL DOSES OF MEMORY.

  GHOSTJACK (ALLOWS FOR THE MODIFICATION AND EDITING OF MEMORIES AND SEQUENCES; SHAPES TRAUMA AND COMMANDS GHOSTS)

  [SKIMMER PERCEPTION EMANATOR]

  TRAUMA PATTERNS:

  [ASELERI'S FOLLY] - HIGH PAIN INFLICTION; PHYSICAL TORTURE BASED

  [LUCILLE’S REGRET] - HIGH EMOTIONAL TORMENT; REGRET AND ANGUISH ALIGNED

  [LUCILLE’S AGONY] - HIGH PAIN INFLICTION; PHYSICAL TORTURE BASED; BODY DYSMORPHIC AFFLICTED

  [SECONDHAND FATALITY] - EXTREME PAIN INFLICTION; EGO-KILLING TRAUMA FOR HUMANS

  [BENEFACTOR’S DREAD] - HIGH EMOTIONAL TORMENT; FEAR OF COMING DEATH

  [ARATNID’S KISS] - HIGH PHYSICAL TORMENT; CASTRATION AND PRIMAL FEAR-BASED

  THE BURNING DREAMER

  MIND-TEMPLATES

  [AVO]

  The Talons

  Abrel Greatling

  The Shadows

  Benhata Veloso

  Glitch

  Lip

  Corner

  Osjack Thenndenn

  (Ashthrone/Sanctus assault force)

  Dice

  Chambers

  Paladin Kare

  Paladin Kassamon

  I hope you enjoyed today's installment of Godclads!

  Next up: The cadre runs the wilds and Abrel Greatling has a conversation...

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