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Ciraaci.

Postby Ciraaci on January 27th, 2017, 8:02 am

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a forsaken daughter of syna with pale blonde hair, woodland eyes, and glassy green horns. she's taller than the average human female, her skin shimmering with the rosy radiance of summer overlain over the most unfeeling expanse of milky marble. the creature is elegant, ageless and indefinite in the perfection of her visage, and much like a true marble statue, she is hard, cool, and discouraging to the gesture of friendship with others. her voice is low, a rumble of an alto, and impeccably warm, comforting, and welcoming, despite her cool exterior. there's meant to be something about it that could be friendly. there is a shimmering lacun mark on her sternum, a hollow reminder of her marriage to remain where even memory of faces and voices have faded with time.


c i r a a c i
“take him and cut him out in little stars,
and he will make the face of heaven so fine
that all the world will be in love with night
and pay no worship to the garish sun"
-shakespeare

b a s i c s

name and aliases:
ciraaci, astarael, ruadh starfall
race:
ethaefal, drykas
sex:
female
date of birth:
autumn 87 159 av
place of birth:
suvan sea, near black rock
location:
sea of grass, cyphrus
faces:
daisy clementine smith, anh wisle


astarael, born on the cusp of winter, came to exist on the shores of black rock, the isle nearest her point of emergence from the graceless sea. she crawled from it, every bit as mortal as any other lost to this earth, nothing graceful or beautiful about her condition.

the ethaefal remained in black rock for a very long time. there was peace here, and quiet, and though the setting was nothing like syna's goldenlands, it was still a place walked by a goddess, and so it substituted as a close second. there were others here, too, drawn to live with the macabre goddess of death. myrians and dhani, svefra in their ships, and so many more ghosts than any normal person deserved to see.

out of necessity, astarael took up knowledge of spiritism, an attempt to settle the souls of those left on the island to make up for the time she spent in blessed repose. although she was no longer a soul of the ukalas, that hadn't meant that she couldn't help escort these souls to their own afterlives. she wasn't ever the best at it, but what she lacked in skill and true, deep empathy, astarael tried to make up for with her willingness to try and help every spirit who needed it, no matter their disposition.

in time, astarael came to befriend a small selection of myrians, women of the dancing dead who made black rock their home, and found herself enamoured with their culture and their worship of their deities, their polytheism reminding her of something deeply ingrained into her being. for these stirring similarities, she decided she would find what she was. her history. the beginning of the next year, she bought her way onto a ship that would bring her over the suvan, and terrified though she was of the open sea, she bore the weight of that torment, knowing it was the fastest way to come home, if a home remained.

at the end of the year 262, astarael arrived in endrykas, among a race of horsemen that were nothing like what her memories, as fragmented and bare and distorted as they were, had readied her for. rather than a walled settlement, these were men and women of the plains. proud on their horses, in their fledgling culture, astarael made the decision to make do with what she'd put herself into, and ingratiated herself into their culture.

only a few short years after she'd come to endrykas, the man who'd make her his wife was born to the ankal of his pavilion, the same ankal that had indebted astarael to him for housing, in exchange for her own unpaid labour. years after that, long after her husband and wives had died, her children old and feeble and well on their way to dira as well, astarael finally grew weary of being whom she thought she should be. at long last, she put aside the heaven-wrought name of astarael, taken from a constellation visible from black rock, and instead chose to be known as ciraaci, a drykas constellation named for a tree that was said to branch into the sky.

she has persisted in her existence as a resident of endrykas since, her home remaining amongst the tents of the mourningstar pavilion, the descendants of her husband and his first wife, in the amethyst clan, where she's aspired to better herself in this mortal coil, but no longer in worship of the fickle sun.

moonlight, black hair, dark eyes set in a face sprinkled liberally with freckles, the girl that is ciraaci by night is unremarkable, in the prime of her human life, but soft and delicate where the creature that ciraaci is by day is immovable and hard. her face is sharp, angular, but only deceptively so, as she's still human and soft. her form is willowy and fluid, flighty at best. her voice is a low timbre, often described as robust, as if to suggest the woman that ciraaci once was had a fondness for laughter. her skin is inked by tattoos detailing events from lifetimes ago, but they cannot be considered windmarks, as the body itself predates what the drykas are today. instead, the windmarks she does have are those she's acquired in living memory, spanning the expanse of her back and down the length of her legs, detailing marriages, deaths, and bondings long since lost.
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people & livestock.

Postby Ciraaci on January 27th, 2017, 8:07 am

n p c

everyone you ever loved is dead.
 
eachann
Imagename: eachann sunstrike of the amethyst clan.
race: drykas
sex: male
relation: husband
date of birth: spring 15 264 av
date of death: winter 89 309 av
skills: webbing, horse riding, animal husbandry, horsemanship, hunting, shortbow, trapping, leadership, medicine, land navigation, bodybuilding, astronomy

background: to be revealed. altogether fathered thirteen children.
 
siobhan
Imagename: siobhan sunstrike of the amethyst clan.
race: drykas
sex: female
relation: wife
date of birth: spring 91 266 av
date of death: spring 89 310 av
skills: sewing, tattooing, horse riding, childcare, leadership, hunting, tracking, scouting, land navigation

background: to be revealed. mother to five sons and two daughters.
 
roisin
Imagename: roisin sunstrike of the amethyst clan.
race: drykas
sex: female
relation: wife
date of birth: summer 1 281 av
date of death: autumn 19 304 av
skills: fortune telling, astronomy, astrology, writing, horse riding, hunting, tracking, scouting, land navigation, storytelling

background: to be revealed. mother to one daughter and one son. died giving birth to the boy.
 
cerys
Imagename: cerys sunstrike darkwind of the emerald clan.
race: drykas
sex: female
relation: daughter
date of birth: spring 23 285 av
date of death: autumn 5 307 av
skills:

background: mother of bran (m). to be revealed through roleplay.
 
maebh
Imagename: maebh sunstrike moonshadow of the opal clan.
race: drykas
sex: female
relation: daughter
date of birth: winter 1 289 av
date of death: winter 31 321 av
skills: medicine, animal husbandry, sewing, singing, herbalism, poison, horse riding, botany, land navigation

background: mother to eachann (m), buidhe (m), maille (f), aigneis (f), caci (m),
and tadgh (m). to be revealed through roleplay.
 
sorcha
Imagename: sorcha sunstrike hearthfire of the topaz clan.
race: drykas
sex: female
relation: daughter
date of birth: summer 29 291 av
date of death: winter 88 333 av
skills: sewing, leadership, hunting, horse riding, long bow, webbing, meditation, carving, land navigation

background: mother of alana (f), onora (f), and eilidh (f). to be revealed through roleplay.
 
teleri
Imagename: teleri sunstrike
race: drykas
sex: female
relation: daughter
date of birth: winter 91 298 av
date of death: winter 2 341 av
skills:

background: it's unknown if she ever mothered any children.

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l i v e s t o c k

Image aeres strider/desertbred mare. she is seven years old, a bit anxious around strange people, and social among other horses. although not a strider in full, ciraaci considers aeres to be a trusted companion in her journey. she can be considered spirited and friendly with leitis, although mischievous. she was left behind in endrykas, kept among the sprawling mourningstar pavilion in anticipation of ciraaci's return.
Image leitis jivatalus ghost dog. she's three years old and is alert, calm around children and women, but guarded around men. leitis is sensitive to the presence of ghosts, and a valuable companion, alongside aeres. leitis has whelped more than a few litters, sold to friends and interested individuals fascinated by the dog's colours. leitis accompanied ciraaci to alvadas while leitis was left behind, and although the dog seems to suit the chaotic city's nature, ciraaci pines for her mare.
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skills & lores.

Postby Ciraaci on January 27th, 2017, 8:39 pm

k n o w l e d g e

languages: pavi (fluent) & myrian (basic) & common (poor)
 
novice
skill allocated by amount
astronomy 10RB , 0XP 10
fortune telling 5SP , 3XP 8
investigation 3XP 3
land navigation 10SP , 0XP 10
observation 3XP 3
riding: horse 10SP , 0XP 10
rhetoric 2XP 2
spiritism 5SP , 0XP 5
weapon: two-headed spear 10SP , 0XP 10
wilderness survival: plains 10SP , 0XP 10


 
competent
skill allocated by amount


 
expert
skill allocated by amount


 
master
skill allocated by amount


 
astronomy
constellation: ciraaci
x

 
divination
fortune telling: ‘washing’ is a symbolic gesture of cleansing the energy of the tarot cards
tarot cards: meanings of reversed cards are harder to decipher
tarot cards interpretation: ‘the page’ carries an encouraging message
tarot cards interpretation: ‘four swords’ means what is searched for might not be found
tarot cards interpretation: ‘the lovers’ say listen to your gut
tarot cards interpretation: ‘judgement’ says change is coming and there is fear of the outcome
tarot cards interpretation: ’tower’ reverse means something significant is close
tarot cards interpretation: ‘hierophant’ reverse wants tradition to be questioned

 
people
jedda firestone: of the ruby clan
jedda firestone: eager for a son
jedda firestone: wishes to be an ankal
ciraaci: values silence, but not in the company of strangers

 
spiritism
spiritism: making soulmist
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a b i l i t i e s

were-race:
shifts form as the sun rises and sets. by day divine, by night mortal.
chronokinetic:
ages things when touched by a single day. lost when forsaken.
immortal:
cannot die from old age nor sickness, and doesn't age. can be slain.
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ledger.

Postby Ciraaci on January 27th, 2017, 8:49 pm

e m p l o y m e n t

prior to the year 518 ciraaci worked as a fortune teller at ferem's fortunes* for 004.00 gm a day, 364.00 gm a season.

starting in 518 and during her stay in alvadas, ciraaci is working as a spiritst for the craven family. she's making 008.00 gm a day, 728.00 gm a season.

h o u s i n g

as of spring 518, ciraaci is staying in alvadas at the cubacious inn. previously, her lodging has been in a tent in endrykas with the mourningstar pavilion, who are currently safekeeping these belongings for her.

l e d g e r

 
starting
starting
name transaction total
starting package +100.00grm 100.00grm
ghost dog -050.00grm 050.00grm
tarot cards -010.00grm 040.00grm
pants, leather x3 -004.80grm 035.20grm
riding boots, leather -002.00grm 033.20grm
belt, leather x4 -001.60grm 031.60grm
tunic, linen x3 -001.50grm 030.10grm
blanket, winter x2 -001.00grm 029.10grm
mortar and pestle -001.00grm 028.10grm
undergarments, linen x4 -000.40grm 027.70grm
cloak, medium wool -000.75grm 026.95grm
scarf, dyed coarse wool x3 -000.45grm 026.55grm
wooden holy symbol, white jackal -001.00grm 025.55grm
wooden holy symbol, black jackal -001.00grm 024.55grm
 
517 av
spring 517 av
inactive

summer 517 av
inactive

autumn 517 av
name transaction total
carryover +024.55grm 024.55grm
seasonal wages x x
seasonal expenses -005.00grm 019.55grm

winter 517 av
inactive
 
518 av
spring 518 av
name transaction total
carryover +019.55grm 019.55grm
seasonal rent -009.10grm 010.45grm
seasonal expenses -005.00grm 005.45grm

summer 518 av
inaplicable

autumn 518 av
inaplicable

winter 518 av
inaplicable
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thread list.

Postby Ciraaci on September 27th, 2017, 9:05 am

T H R E A D S


 
flashbacks
black rock
title timestamp reward
yet the sea is not full.* 87 au 159 xxx
x x x
x x x
x x x

suvan sea
title timestamp reward
x x x
x x x
x x x
x x x

riverfall
title timestamp reward
x x x
x x x
x x x
x x x

endrykas
title timestamp reward
x x x
x x x
x x x
x x x

sea of grass
title timestamp reward
over the river.* 3 su 263 x
x x x
x x x
x x x

 
517 av
spring
inactive

summer
inactive

autumn
title timestamp reward
no good steed goes unpunished.* 5th xxx
a new beginning.* 10th xxx
combat training.* 25th xxx
fortune telling i.* 71st fortune telling +3, investigation +3, rhetoric +2, observation +3 ; jedda firestone: of the ruby clan, fortune telling: ‘washing’ is a symbolic gesture of cleansing the energy of the tarot cards, jedda firestone: eager for a son, tarot cards: meanings of reversed cards are harder to decipher, tarot cards interpretation: ‘the page’ carries an encouraging message, tarot cards interpretation: ‘four swords’ means what is searched for might not be found, tarot cards interpretation: ‘the lovers’ say listen to your gut, jedda firestone: wishes to be an ankal, tarot cards interpretation: ‘judgement’ says change is coming and there is fear of the outcome, tarot cards interpretation: ’tower’ reverse means something significant is close, tarot cards interpretation: ‘hierophant’ reverse wants tradition to be questioned, ciraaci: values silence, but not in the company of strangers
x x x

winter
inactive

 
518 av
spring
title timestamp reward
act one: the crime scene.* 45th x
four horns are better than two.* 45th x
x x x
x x x
x x x

summer
n/a

autumn
n/a

winter
n/a

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possessions.

Postby Ciraaci on September 27th, 2017, 9:06 am

P O S S E S S I O N S


starting
fur cloak, linen tunic, linen leggings, leather boots, cotton undergarments
waterskin
backpack
set of toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
food for a week
eating knife
flint and steel

heirloom
her husband's spear, a two-headed weapon crowned by sharpened bone at either end. it once had belonged to his father, and his father before that, and though it was passed down to eachann's eldest son, and then his grandson, ciraaci acquired it for herself when caradoc mourningstar changed the sunstrike name and has kept it since. the haft is wood carved with animal motifs, befitting a pavilion of the amethyst clan.

housing package**the items here were left with the mourningstar pavilion when ciraaci went to alvadas
large tent
large tarp
100ft of rope
flint and steel
lantern
two torches
bedroll
blanket
fishing tackle and hooks
compass
mixed blood mare
yvas
saddlebags

starting purchases
jivatalus ghost dog
tarot cards
two pair leather pants
leather riding boots
four leather belts
three linen tunics
two winter blankets
mortar and pestle
four pair linen undergarments
medium wool cloak
three purple coarse wool scarves
white jackal holy symbol
black jackal holy symbol
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gnosis.

Postby Ciraaci on March 4th, 2018, 8:19 am

G N O S I S --- S T O R Y


spring 310 av

the wind that brushed through the high stalks of grass bespoke a fondness for the scene unfolding on the rolling sea, at a bed of foliage recently constructed on the plains that would soon home one of the drykas. it was a scene equally as sombre as it was warm, the scene of a family piling stones together to form a small cairn that would erode with time and weather, weaving braids from the long stalks of grass, humming work songs together and preparing an adequate bed for their dead sister, mother, and aunt to lay in.

astarael worked among them, tawny with sweat and brow adorned in a glassy crown somewhere between dull green and blossoming peach. she toiled as her brethren did, a speckle of syna's light working in the relentless sun, breaking meals with them although she required neither food nor drink while walking under the daylit sky. it gave her respite from the turmoil of emotions to sit on the bed of a wagon and laugh with siobhan's sons and grandchildren, to share stories with the extended family and remember fondly the small, sweet moments they would have left of her.

it soothed the emotional upheaval, the distress of astarael's already old spirit, but couldn't entirely ease her of its burden. in moments of long silence when they sat and rested as the tall grass shivered under the caress of a smooth wind, her throat grew full of emotion, and her eyes smarted against the chill breeze. there was a lacun on her chest where once the chevas that had been granted her, siobhan, and their final co-wife with their husband, but with the death of siobhan that left astarael alone, it had lost its flame and withered into a grey reminder of what it was; gone were three starlings flitting above a crescent moon, replaced by something unidentifiable but no less beloved.

in time, siobhan's body was laid upon the bed they'd made for her, her hands folded upon her stomach and her face upturned towards the sky. although not her first time laying to rest someone she'd been close to, astarael was no less struck with the warmth of affection and love at the sight of her wife laying there as if she'd been at sleep and was slowly rousing to the new day. and in knowing she would be laid to rest like this with her eyes open to the sky, astarael was further assured; who better to watch over the body of her husband's lover than syna? there was little comfort there though, as comfort came in the promise of a chill spring wind, coaxing colour to rise on the faces of the toiling drykas, swearing that she would be reincarnated once her spirit was ready to leave the web. syna couldn't promise that, and she'd been silent for a long time.

as they placed woven flowers upon siobhan, they did so with gentle compassion, filling the hollows formed between her legs and her arms against her body with the spring's new life. it was a charming sight, astarael mused to herself as she rose upright after placing a violet flower into the cup formed by her folded hands.

she rose from the sight and moved back to allow for siobhan's blooded relatives to come forward and pay their respects, retreating to her horse with a final thought of gratitude to dira, kihala, and whatever god may have had an ear to the moment-- but her eyes was caught by the darkly clad woman who stood among the horses, no wight like astarael, who was the sun-spun thought of syna, but a form physical and starved for colour. she stood out among the amassed horses girded in clan colours and pavilion knotwork, a shadow of a woman that astarael had glimpsed once, twice, or too many times to count when she'd followed cicerones around on her blackened island.

astarael came to greet her as an old friend, though reverent and respectful; she'd never known dira personally, and had never spoken a word to her face to face, and so this was a moment to be treated as any other when speaking with an ankal. she joined dira at the flank of the seme that had pulled the cart carrying siobhan's linen-wrapped body, and lay a hand flat upon the beast's sweaty side, feeling the ebb and flow of its motions as it breathed, taking from it a moment of peace that couldn't be found with the drykas in mourning. this horse was alive. its breath was the wind, its heart the steady pulse that moved semele's earthy blood. dira, too, lay her hand upon the flank of the horse. a romantic mind might think that she was cold and dead and sought to feel the flutter of life once more, and another mind might think her to strike the horse dead in its place. astarael thought otherwise; to the way she thought, and with her perception of what time had given her, the ethaefal considered the action as simple as experiencing what astarael had gained from the motion.the grounding, the power, the juxtaposition of life and death that put seme and dira close enough to touch. behind the goddess there were two jackals, one a stark white and the other a fathomless black, brushing against the legs of other horses and startling two of the more skittish ones enough to sidestep.

"you know who i am," dira said, her voice as smooth as clear-cut gemstones. it was crisp as autumn and warm as summer, a fine set of sensations to bring astarael out of her imperceptible reverie inspired by fascination for the steady life in the seme's body. the ethaefal looked at her, green eyes made quicksilver by the clouds that hooded the sun from the dusky sky. "i do," she responded, her voice so much less godly, rooted in an ethaefal's reproduction of being mortal. warm, too, but soft and lacking the sharp clear notes of dira's own. the goddess drew her hand down the beast's body, and moved away, towards her jackals, and something about the action coaxed astarael to follow and depart from the close company of the drykas working through their grief.

"you haven't offered to me in some time," dira said when it was just the two of them and the jackals. the statement was not something astarael immediately expected; she was accustomed to blunt, certainly, but whenever she considered meeting the goddess of death, she expected the encounter to happen at the end of her natural life. with a languid blink, dira's lips curled in a smile. "are you afraid to have me visit?"

"no," astarael answered easily, because she wasn't. she thought of the aspect of prayer, and what it had given her, what she had to show for praying to the gods. aside from semele's body being her protector, and zulrav's winds being her guide, the ethaefal had considered little else she wanted from the gods-- and it was often said that dira didn't seek followers or praise. her hands worked through the signs to further put emotional inflection into her words, from grateful, beloved, mourning, apology, in an effort to solidify her meaning and why she immediately refuted a divine being's claim. "i've offered to you, dira. when death came for my family, it was you who i thought of first. i've always thanked you for the time i had with them, and for your stewardship in death." it was hard to clarify, she thought, but she strove forward regardless. "you've been there, visiting. when there is death, there is dira, even if i can't see you."

"walk with me, then, and let's visit," dira said, extending an arm in offering, to which astarael didn't hesitate to take. she trusted the goddess not to lead her astray, as the sea of grass wasn't anything short of dangerous to the lone man on foot. the goddess had a comforting warmth to her, and as the strode further out of sight, they were quickly swallowed by the tall grass, jackals joining them. "i've had my eye on you for a long time," dira said, and she murmured a name, her name, that astarael hadn't heard for so long, and still couldn't hear in the way that she should. it was the sound of the sunlight dappled onto the rippling surface of a calm lake after a horse had dipped its head down to drink. astarael's heart caught in her throat and made her silent as dira spoke. "you've followed what you learned with my followers on black rock as best as you could in your situation. i respect that. do you know why?"

astarael regained a small measure of her voice to answer, but it came in a whisper, awed by the memory of her name. "the respect is mutual?" she offered, her hands forming the significance of honour acceptance and pride, earning an amused quirk of dira's mouth, and the sparkle of humour in the goddess' eye. she cleared her voice to clarify. "i respect death and the cycle you maintain with life. the balance. death is the promised end to every living thing, and i don't shy away. i strive to help others keep their course. the drykas are similar to me."

"the drykas," dira said slowly, tasting the words on her tongue. they were still there, out of sight. astarael couldn't hear if they were calling for her or not. she didn't even consider it as dira brought them to a halt. "i've often wondered something about you," she said, turning to give astarael the full brunt of her scrutiny. "i know what you are and what you've lost. i've walked more than a handful of your people to their next life when this one became unbearable. you've been here for over one hundred years and haven't come to see me of your own accord. why?"

the ethaefal thought, considering her words as the sun set and lit her form into that of the mortal form of her drykas seeming. a woman well past her due as well, it seemed fitting that she should stand with dira in this guise and bare two aspects of her soul to the goddess until she found her words.

"i don't seek to hurry myself towards dying," she said, tasting the words. she knew little of others that shared her plight, but it was unsurprising to know they'd run to die when this became too hard. it was hard for her, as well. "i don't wish to live forever, nor do i expect to. dira, i'll come to you when fate decides it's my time."

"what are the nuit to you?" dira asked then, pinning astarael under a steely gaze. "do you fear them? admire them? do you suffer them to pass?"

the emotion that crossed astarael's face was nothing short of disgust. she had spent the start of her life upon black rock, beating a meagre life for herself in order to understand the means of this new world she lived in. she knew of the nuit and her opinion formed through the perception formed by cicerones and myrians. the ethaefal made a gesture she'd not made in near a century, something obscene she'd observed myrians do when expressing disgust of their own, and murmured a word in their guttural language. "skurak," she said. "they are wrong, backwards creatures doing unnatural things. a nuit should be eased of its suffering; it's lived too long and it perverts the things it touches."

"and of ghosts?" the goddess asked, her expression much less severe now that they'd passed the topic of nuit.

"people in need of help. they are suffering, or have business to attend. i already seek them out where i can," astarael responded, swiftly and confidently. "they can be saved and returned to the cycle."

dira took her time in scrutinizing astarael, who felt less like a living construct and more like a book to be perused. whatever the goddess saw in astarael, whatever her qualities were that were agreeable, it seemed enough for the goddess to break her stare and to her jackals both a brief scratch behind their ears.

"i'm going to give you my mark," dira said, once more using astarael's celestial name. the sound was glorious, though diminished greatly by the senses of this mortal form; she couldn't perceive its inflections like this. "we treat this as a bargain; i give you my mark so you may better help the restless dead that stay behind. in return, i expect you to relieve every undead man or woman that seeks to exclude themselves from the natural order, no matter who they are, or what they may be like." there was something wordless there, whether a threat or promise astarael couldn't perceive, but so great was the honour she'd felt was being bestowed upon her that she couldn't find the words to clarify. she could only accept.

with a hushed sound, dira took astarael by the wrist and pressed her lips to the ethaefal's palm.


G N O S I S --- L I S T

eiyon:
those marked by dira are known as eiyons. they possess senses enhanced for the detection of death with their sight being particularly altered to allow viewing the last living moments of those who have died in the area where the eiyon stands. eiyons have the uncanny ability to sense and track the unliving. marked eiyons also find comfort in the presence of death such as in graveyards where they find things like meditation and sleep coming easier. the undead feel varying levels of unease in the presence of the eiyon while the living may find them mysterious and somewhat alien.
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