Disturbing the Cosmic Balance

[TheWhiteWolf 1028]

Cognos | The Vast Repository | Insanity, Wisdom, and Forgotten Relics

 

An eternal maze of winding passages, bewildering layout, and pathways that lead nowhere. This realm takes on the form of an unending library, brimming with vast collections of forgotten wisdom and relics painstakingly amassed and organized by the mysterious librarians that wander the ancient halls. A dense mist of madness saturates this realm, clinging to the library akin to a weighty obscurity.

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[Note: Given that this is a Shunting Post using Arcane Displacement, i am perfectly fine with others who hold the Feat to travel to this realm and meet with my character and/or explore it for themselves. If anyone has any questions about the realm i am happy to answer.]

 

The sound of rushing air tore past her head, as she was pulled across the vast expanses of the Cosmos. The faint blur of flashing images illuminated her starlit gaze, it was impossible to discern any specific details though she assumed they were other Realms she had not yet visited. 

There.. her fingers plucked at the Cosmic Threads holding together reality, her digits carefully plotting her course as if she was playing a harp, each pluck of the string heralding a sing-song note that reverberated across the very backdrop of reality itself. She tugged one last time and then suddenly a blinding flash of light consumed her vision. She had arrived.

Unlike the first few times where she had been unceremoniously tossed to the ground upon traversing the confines of the Waking Realm in her first jaunts across the Cosmos, she had the mastered her Cosmic powers and her arrival this time was much smoother. Her form gracefully came to touch down upon the aged wooden floors of the Library she had found herself in. Within her palm, she carried a handful of dirt from the ground just outside the Conclave she had just left, whether it was superstition or not, she used it as an anchor to find her way back to the Waking Realm when she was finished with what she had come to do. The soil was pocketed, her hands coming together to dust them off as she looked about the chamber she found herself in, surveying her surroundings.

She was in the foyer of the library, a grand entrance hall full of bookshelves and empty desks, floating candles casting illumination hung in the air and doors lined the walls. A dense mist hung in the air however, in her experience it was much thicker in some parts of the Library than others and a weighty feeling of madness could be felt clinging to the walls. As she studied the chamber further, she noted the seemingly nonsensical layout of the room.. not only did the bookshelves exit upon the walls, but also the floors and the ceiling as well, likewise for the doors and staircases that jutted out at odd angles and in some cases led to dead ends or nothing at all.

Her gloved digits came to interlock as she now traced her steps, taking the same route she had always taken and observing for any changes from her last venture. At the bottom of a spiral staircase at the centre of the room lay a desk, she allowed her fingers to glide over its surface and examined the dust. She had made a write a message in the dust the last time she had come here and had placed several books upon the desk when she left. As she looked upon the desk now, it was as if her actions had never happened at all, the dust had returned and the books were nowhere to be seen.

Curious.. she thought to herself.

After a moment of pondering she turned and ascended the stairs, in the blink of an eye it was as if she had ascended several levels in a matter of seconds. In truth, she was still struggling to figure out how the laws of this library worked.. but the harder she tried the more nothing seemed to make sense. She reached the top of the staircase and stepped through a door that hung in mid air, finding herself now standing upon a bridge overlook a vast chasm that spanned for what seemed like eternity in all directions. The walls around her were lined with doors, walkways, bookshelves and staircases that loomed forever into the heavens and as far down as she could see through the mist around her. In the air, candles, bookshelves and doors floated gently through the library.

Her movements brought her to the Centre of the bridge where she leaned against the banister and looked out across the vast expanse of this section of the Library. She knew where she was headed, a section of vaults in the darkest depths of the Library.. that is where the prize lay that she so desperately sought. But at least here, she could take a moment to think and watch.. there would be time to venture yet still. 

She allowed the choir of voices that made up her conscious mind to fill her present thoughts, all the plans she had set in motion, all the lives she had taken.. all the lives she had saved. It was all for one purpose, Salvation. She preached of this Salvation to others, but none truly knew the depths of what she had planned, those secrets were locked within the very recesses of her mind. She had walked the expanses of the Cosmos, she had parlayed with Aenguls and spoken with Dead Gods and unknowable entities.. and in her dealings with these creatures she had learned the truth of existence.

The Grand Cosmic Game.. the game that kept the AenguDaemonica in power.. the game that kept Mortality as Slaves and Puppets to the Divine. She understood the rules, she understood that Souls were power and the fleshen bodies of mortals were but pieces on the board.. and she who controlled the flow of souls, controlled reality itself. 

As an ancient entity had once told her.. she was looking to become that which she sought to destroy, to achieve the Mantle of Divinity itself.  And, the more she thought about her path and the future, the more she could not deny that perhaps this was the only way. The plans she had set forth, the Gateway to siphon directly from the Stream of Souls itself.. to channel that power directly into her form. It was a gamble, but she knew that it was the only way.

She was willing to put everything on the line to achieve success.. all the maneuvering, the plotting, the scheming.. it would soon be coming to a head. She just had to maneuver the final pieces on the board. Salvation was in reach, not only for her but for what she hoped would be all of Mortality.

And so she stood, in silence, amidst that vast forsaken library of madness. Waiting, Plotting.. 

[I'll be updating this post as my character ventures throughout the Library. Thanks for reading.]

[Punished_Pup 1364]

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And so it begins.. 

 

[Aengoth 2883]

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