- Kainhal
Death Toll: Estimated 23 Million
Casualties: Over 120 Million
Damage: Decimation of all major Syndicates; operational members, active enforcers, associated gangs, activated golems
- Suldananapt-Iadoir
Death Toll: 12 Million
Casualties: Approximately 64 Million, many missing
Damage: Major chrono-spatial launch sites damaged; mass drone-jock casualties
- False Isle
Death Toll: 8 Million
Casualties: 63 Million, sections of city displaced. Need further review
Damage: Decimation of all major Syndicates; operational members, active enforcers, associated gangs, activated golems
- Singhrid’s Kennel
Death Toll: 29 Million
Casualties: Unknown, thaumaturgic shielding for employed Syndicates ruptured
Damage: Organ-Breeder operation completely destroyed; all mod-slaves freed or euthanized
- Meldain–
[ENDING REPORT]
+I’ve seen enough. Issue a cast: All tertiary assets must go to ground. Do not do anything to draw the Chief Paladin’s attention. Delay all overt operations and reduce noise for the foreseeable future.
Instancer Madrapu, set up a meeting with Convex “Wallflower.” Tell them we need Incubi support. Tell them we would like to make a proposal to procure more proxies.
Samir Naeko just shook off his fucking malaise by dragging the back of his hand across the city’s face. The easy days are over. A storm of shit is rolling in over the horizon. We need to hunker down.
-Augur Nyretei Yaeglis of Sanctus
22-4
Among Giants
There were levels to power.
There were gods beyond gods.
And then there were beings like Samir Naeko–a man bearing implacable power, seemingly capable of laying his hand upon all of New Vultun at once.
Avo beheld the devastation across his ever-spreading plague of splinters. He watched through cog-feeds on the ground, from drones crossing the sky, internalized damage reports flicking through mechanized combat platforms, and tasted the Rend spilling free of rupturing golems.
He witnessed Naeko’s fury in a perspective more intimate and complete than any other in the city. He was there. From the gutters to Light’s End. He was there to watch Naeko finish his fight with Zein. He was there, watching the tumbling clouds that formed the Chief Paladin’s palm sweep through every Layer, pass through every being and building, press down upon every aspect of violence manageable across the tapestry of existence.
The coils within gauss guns whined. Missiles streaked. Fists landed. Miracles manifested.
And the shooters were cut down by their own flechettes. Explosions fizzled but the jocks guiding the missiles fried. Strikes folded in on themselves, arms and legs breaking, combat bioforms tearing into their own flesh. The golems made to break the world flinched, flared, and came apart physically and ontologically as their miracles were torn away from them.
Through dimming eyes and failing cog-feeds, Avo stole death after death, drank ghosts after ghost, and learned what it was to stand against Naeko as a mortal man. He watched from Light’s End, the Throat, the Spine, and then the gutters. He bore witness from the perspectives of an unharmed bystander and an active transgressor.
The former merely walked on as embraced by a cloud. The others experienced the full retribution of their own actions. Magnified. Amplified. Their deaths justified.
GHOSTS: [44,035,283]
THAUMIC OUTPUT - 81,935 THAUM/c
Naeko’s Heaven thundered down against the city like it was an anvil he sought to break, and caught in the radius, Avo suffered a turbulence that made him feel small. Reminded him he had far to rise yet as a Godclad, and that there were beings in this city who dwarfed him yet.
Zein was contained. At least that scheme had succeeded, but watching them fight, watching her use everything she could, but be rendered little more than impotent by his sheer power–unable to even kill him with a future-stuck thrust–was humbling.
And more than a little thrilling.
The Godslayer was contained. A problem for the Paladins to handle. Perhaps Naeko would finish killing her, but something told Avo the Chief Paladin still wanted to keep his former master alive, loathsome as she was, and enraged though he was. With all she knew, she could offer her memories. Give Naeko insight into Avo and the others. Reveal truths about Ninth Column. But such a thing would do more harm to her vaunted paths.
What’s more, the dragon told of her memories. How she kept them siloed and stored. Some of her recollections burned within him. Moments of history crystallized into shape, the haze of the past clearing. Other gulfs remained, but Avo doubted anyone but Zein could find them. And with how totally he infested their Oversecs, whoever they dispatched to interface with her, he would compromise first.
The path ahead was dangerous, and Avo was under no illusion of the lines he crossed in attempting to kill Zein. But just as well. Even if Voidwatch severed him from support, he had a direction. A desire. The knowledge of what it took to enter the game as a true player.
He sought his own dream. His own path. His own idealization. For himself, his cadre, and all those he chose to bring with him.
Such a thing could not be realized as someone else’s slave. Like Samir Naeko had been. From the few exchanges overhead between him and Zein, Avo knew he made the right choice. The sight of the Chief Paladin–a titan among enough Godclads–casting his despair into the darkness of the crumbling block, offering his surrender to a city that just didn’t care was seared into Avo’s consciousness.
Even as he felt his Daemon dissipate, even as he detonated his sheath like a warhead, Avo still tasted them. Naeko’s emotions, bleeding into the Nether like a gushing wound. Beyond being overwhelmed, beyond the fact that Naeko stood a beacon of thaumaturgic power, there was also something else that compelled him to stay and watch. A soft note in the Nether that couldn’t be ignored.
Sorrow.
Sorrow and fury screamed out in tidal-like timbres, washing through the vicinity, drenching Avo’s Specter-disguised splinter with a flood of despair even as he offered his final words of encouragement.
The act was a thing more instinct than impulse, driven by an urge to understand Naeko better. And a growing pity that couldn’t be denied.
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How miserable it must be to hold all that power and still loathe oneself to such an extent? How long did it take to feel less than human living such a life?
Avo didn’t ask the Paladin these questions, choosing instead to draw his ghosts away and finally leave the scene.
Zein’s investiture of memories included insights into Naeko’s abilities. One could jack into the Chief Paladin’s mind. It would be a trifling act to Avo with his warmind of Delusion. The problem was he wouldn’t be able to subsume the Paladin yet. Or even change him for that matter.
A miracle of impermeability layered the man’s very being. No external force could compel him. Not physically. Not mentally. Not spiritually. Things could leave his mind, but that which changed against his will or caused harm to his ego would instantly alert him. Be turned back upon the inflicter in totality.
This, and the fact that Naeko would soon be in the presence of the Heaven of Truth made tracking the Chief Paladin through peripheral assets like Kare, Kassamon, or Maru a better option.
No sense in risking himself further with his objectives mostly fulfilled.
At least not until the next window of opportunity came: the moment Naeko needed to shift between his Heaven and Hell. That would be the opening. The point when someone could strike at him as Zein did with her planned thrust during the transition between unfettered destruction and halting violence.
She failed in her attempt. Avo wouldn’t.
For now, however, he had a final bit of business to attend before he returned to his cadre and divided the spoils. There was much they had to do. The dangers they faced were a magnitude greater now. They needed to be ready. And they needed to be more.
He cast the memories of his encounter over into each member of his cadre and updated Kare on what just happened in the gutters. Surprise bloomed from within the young Paladin, but he engaged with her no further, focused instead on mantling his base mind into the body currently extracting the Heart of Noloth.
“Oh, delectable,” the Woundmother purred, studying how the once immense eye was tunneling into Avo now, spilling into him as ebony tendrils, drawn in by the Stillborn’s rippling emanations without any chance of resistance. “Soon our greats will be made greater again. You will need to give unto us more blessings master. For if we are to rise among giants like the large child, we will need to climb much, much more.”
The Techplaguer concurred. “Upgrades are OPTIIMAL! Apply them WIS-ly.”
A morose neighing sounded from the Heaven of Air, and the Heart of Noloth’s coming inclusion in the liminal orbit only increased its bitterness. “I was free. I flew. But only for a second. I flew.”
Avo empathized. Being struck down by Naeko mid-gallop was a tortuous thing. +I know. We’ll get back to the enclave soon. I’ll make you better. And then I’ll set you loose again. Let all of you have your time. Want to see what you’ll do. Who you can be.+
Each of the awakened gods paused inside him, a mixture of pleasure and surprise filling them. Avo expected Calvino to chide him for this encouragement but found the EGI missing from his Neurodeck. Perhaps he was back with Aegis, trying to explain things. Or maybe they were done. Voidwatch was cutting him free.
He hoped it was the former. It would feel wrong to not have a neighboring mind chattering at him from the inside, quipping about the world, telling him about lost histories, or ancient philosophies.
More than once, the EGI turned him away from a foul choice. More than once, Avo found himself enjoying Calvino’s company.
It would be a shame for them to part this way.
[They’re likely just making a report or damaged,] Benhata said, sounding certain. [What just happened… that will take a lot of explaining. Especially with the question of who was at fault. This is a very subjective matter, and if my experience with the voiders has taught me anything, it's that they don’t use people like we do, so I doubt you’re just being thrown away.]
Avo grunted his thanks internally, letting his thoughts go silent as his final task neared its end.
A translucent dome two hundred meters in area spread out around him, projected by the familiar Delta golems to guard what he was doing from prying eyes. None would lay eyes on him right now. None would glimpse the Heart or his sheath as he concluded his subsumption.
REND CAPACITY [HEART OF NOLOTH]: 0%
DOMAINS DETECTED (SHADOW/FORCE/SPACE)
STABILIZING ONTOLOGY
REPAIRS IN PROGRESS - 1%
The primary golems he used to drain the rupture were the Haunter-patterns–a Breaker platform originally built under Ori-Thaum. The fifteen golems each resembled a black beetle with nine extended pairs of muscular human arms instead of wings. They stood twenty-five in length and half that across, and each of them also sported subdorsally mounted fusion cannons charged and ready to burn.
Their Rendsinks, however, were at maximum capacity, and if not for the Shadowcrawlers Avo included among the five Knots he requisitioned from the Paladins, he might’ve needed to absorb some of the Rend into his Fardrifter for things to work.
As things stood now, his Soul was about to be twenty-six Heavens stronger. Twenty-five donated by the Paladins and Exorcists. One that was the Heart of Noloth.
Not a bad final–
WARNING: HEAVY TEMPORAL DISTORTION DETECTED
The coming shock slammed down on him just as the last tickles of darkness slithered into his crackling Soul. The palls cast by the nearby foliage stopped clawing at the enshadowed matter, but a swelling of gold tore across existence, striking Avo’s Frame with a ringing impact.
Where Zein was a river running the course of time, where her Fisher That Wasn’t dove across non-linear streams, what was coming for Avo now was something akin to a continental avalanche. The metaphysical weight couldn’t be ignored. Greater than Thousandhand. Greater even than Naeko.
Distant as it was, its coming was like the fall of a titan, the clouds displacing to announce its arrival, tectonic plates parting as they greeted the surface.
More significant perhaps was how it moved in relation to time. Zein leaped forward into the future. Skipping and skimming the surface of progressive chronology. This was something else. This was a parallel tide to existence itself. A second ocean of reality simulated from the first.
It washed through Avo, and he felt his Domain of Chronology rattle. His Frame lurched, and for a beat, he thought it was going to be torn from his sheath entirely. He stumbled as the world around him fractured into splitting stacks unto itself before resplendent threads stitched them back together.
He knew who this was. He knew what this was. The memories he consumed from the locus pillar sang out to him. A single name escaped with his breath.
“Veylis.”
Leave. Leave now! She’s reaching out for you! She’s reaching through the paths! She felt you!
Avo removed the urges of greed and gluttony from his mind and abandoned the golems he was planning to consume without effort. To stay here any longer would expose him. Give the High Seraph to tear him across time.
But it was still overwhelming. How fast she came. How fast she found him. How easy it was for her to remake entire sections of existence.
Zein was right. He wasn’t ready. Not even close.
But he could run. He could escape.
His triggered Haemification on himself and burrowed through Draus’ session. A splatter of blood blended with the crimson grass on which he once stood. Only a single submind remained active in New Vultun, diving the Nether, spreading splinters for the coming days. Physically, Avo was gone. Utterly vacating New Vultun before it was too late.
He thought himself quiet enough. He thought Naeko a good enough deterrent and his time apple.
He thought.
He thought.
He couldn’t just think anymore. He couldn’t leave anything to chance. Not with his enemies capable of turning time itself against him.
He needed better counters.
Protections.
[Paths] of his own.
Time to have another conversation with Kae.
***
A second later, a reverberation pulsed through existence, and a second layer of reality snapped away from the first, vibrating even though it bore all the same aspects as its source.
The Paladin golems and courtyard where the minor disturbance originated were unspooled from baseline reality and taken.
And then just as fast as it came, just as fast as Naeko felt its presence, turned his palm back upward, it receded like a fleeing wave, collapsing back upward through the Layers, back upward at a speed unfathomable, back, back, and back to the apex of the Tiers.
In the span of a heartbeat, the streaming waves of gold crossed thousands of kilometers, and around them were the paths broken and rebuilt.
Within its grip now was a collection of golems and a space and moment in time. The paths twisted together and rebuilt the extracted portions, golems coming back into shape, the biothaumically designed garden walkway unfolding into shape. Jutting trees of pearly white protruded from swollen nubs of red. Bone ran on as walkways lined the fecund ground.
Brushing across the patterns of existence, Veylis found it then. A smear of blood coating a patch of flattened grass. Intriguing. Fascinating.
A lesser echo was spawned. The entity materializes in the scene and through it, she touches the blood and strains her Heaven to turn back time. As much as it can before the nothingness.
The contours of a figure come into shape, but she can see that its death was immediate. Sudden. Unspeakably violent. A death only possible via thaumaturgic means. But still, there was no anchoring. No hint of death in her scenes or baseline reality. When her canon reached its limit, she studied the figure and found herself entirely at a loss as to who she was facing.
They stood too tall. Too thin. The blood spraying free from its parting body left it masked by an obfuscated facade.
But even with her ignorance of the subject’s actual identity, she was already certain of one thing, a truth she vocalized, this reassembled world speaking in her stead.
“My mother, you most certainly are not. So, mystery, who might you be? If you are not my mother, who might you be?”
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Ontologics
In effect after 19-12
Ghosts - [26,562,372]
Liminal Frame (V) - 23,871 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
HEART OF NOLOTH]: 0%
DOMAINS DETECTED (SHADOW/FORCE/SPACE)
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
Enclavers
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