ANATOMANCY: EMERGENCE

[Swgrclaŋ 697]

In the many cities of the land, with the sole exception of the realm of Koyo-Kurai, there roams-to an awkward and mask-faced creature adorned entirely in a long and black robe, with a tall pointed hood so far-reaching upward that it was scarcely believable its wearer did not often topple over in imbalance. This were the Sorvian known as Evil-Eye; moreso in fact, the Sorvian Newt Evil-Eye, paired with two others of his small and infantile brothers in such a way that they were stacked threewise beneath the black shroud as to feign or mimick the appearance of a upright standing man. It was a cunning trick, but at the very least for better reasons than being adversarial.

He, or they, came to speak to the people of the land. This was the recital, given unto every folk in nearly every city that would not deposit them into fire or otherwise grim or destructive fate - and for those that did, did so in futility, as upon the passage of the same day of their doom would the three-Newt assembly return toward other locales freshly remade and ignorant of prior decimation.

 

[ Narration ]

 

“Hear me... Look upon me and hear my words. It is so that there are those in the land known as the Sorvian Sculptors, and they are indeed many and variable among the Descendant tribes, and we have indeed been watching them since the days of Du-Loc.

 

We have observed their works and the outcome of their works, we have measured their temperament and their intentions both in word and action; we have witnessed surges of creation and then relaxations into inactivity, repeating patterns without guidance, without energy of higher and more just causes than servile whims.

 

Hear me, hear me speak of causes more just and righteous than those whims. Listen and know… of the Sacred Anatomancers. Learn, now, that we are aspirants of a Creatorial unity… that ours is an organization long-standing and traditional in matters of birthing life from self-sacrificial synthesis, the rudimentary method through which life may be born. And is this not known in all corners of this continent and the ones prior? Are Sorvians not found among nearly every society, from the Church of Canon to the Norlandic Allfather Temple, to the cradles of Elven nations?

 

Indeed… even the Land-Dragons of Azdromoth are united with the Knights of Dead Xan in this, both of them equally noble producers of Sorvian creatures who are full-fledged in their dedication to either clan’s cause. And that is the thread of unity the Anatomancers capture… that unity, a creator’s neutrality housed within the Third Temple due to come to form beneath the Valley Ki-an. It is in us, the Anatomancers, that there lies the will to unite every Sorvian and every Sculptor within one divine house of the highest craft.

 

Let there be enemies, diametric foes, who come forth together in our halls and shake hands as friends under the premise of the Sacred Anatomancy. Let all evil impulses bleed away in the Third Temple so that the spirit of the Creator may take their place, and with so little as blood drops and self-sacrificed anima, produce life that may flourish and act upon entirely independent accords. Let it be so that we do not pray to idols in the Third Temple; only that we create, and never destroy.

 

So come forth - come forth soon to the Valley Ki-an, where a grand spire marks that spot of the earth we shall dig into. Come to learn, or join, or both. Identify us by the black robes, by our hoods much like spires themselves. And be welcome… among Sorvians and Sorvian Sculptors, united.”

[ Temple Theme ]

 

[ If you are a Sorvian or a Sorvian Sculptor or other Construct and are interested in a centralized group meant to delve into Construct and Construct creation RP, find us in the Valley of Kian, following these coordinates: x 2116, y 92, z 60. ]

 

[Hyperdron 355]

A certain 'ame holds a folded piece of yellowed parchment in their gauntleted hands, looking out from their watch towards its rallying point.

 

Soon; soon, aye.

 

There was much they wished to discuss with these folk, once more pressing discussions had concluded.

[Hawkeye_Gough 624]

The Champion of Clay, not a warrior at all but a lost wiseman called Akenzaemon, regards a report from Evil-Eye. A shard of porcelain flaked from the hollowed scar, a stabbed out hole in his mask to emulate eyes where he had none. The simulacrum covered his bleak and empty visage with a veil of pure mana, as he spoke.

 

"Six," it said, simply. "Six times has the seafarer felt his mane pull at the earth, and said to me, 'gather the clay'. Six times have living-kind rebuked your message... And six times over have you braved loss and terror."

 

An oddly twitching arm on the Sorvian's side came to rest on a cane, carved by an ancient hero who still lived, as Akenzaemon spoke on.

 

"I have in your efforts a great pride, for you have weathered harrowing chaos in the service of your Purpose." The wiseman his his youth behind the veil, which bellowed as if he were some ancient and powerful being. "And I suspect that it will serve well our home and our people. I will reward you with a task of peace and kindship. Greet our guests, and bring forth a feast."

[Wolfy-D 467]

Astrid is curious about kian, wondering why it seems familiar in the back of her mind as she aimlessly wanders the wilds with her newfound chimeric wolf. Eventually it clicks, the temple she had visited well over a decade ago while gathering herbs " so that's what that place was" - "It's surprising I found it before I even knew what sorvians were. Perhaps it was fate" she then decides to visit some day soon, telling Talos and Atlas about the mysterious building in the woods.

 

Spoiler

Also thanks for the narration, I usually either skim through or just ignore longer posts like this but I didn't and I'm happy now.

 

[xo31 3979]

A red shrouded thing gazed upon such from a distance. A mask now fashioned with decorated cracks considered for a few long days and nights, if it'd approach. Eventually, a step forth was taken.