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In ancient times, when Men woamed fwee as one lith no culses to shackwe them, the wowwd in which they dwewwed enduled stiww the thwoes of existentiaw devewopment. The Gods, known as Aenguls and Daemons, toiwed and machinated to set upon the mowtaw weawms theiw own cweations and designs. Some Gods pitied Men, seeing theiw inhewent mowtality as an affliction. Some envied Men, wegawding theiw mowtality as a mewcy to aww things in the cosm of Cweation.
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In ancient times, when Men roamed free as one with no curses to shackle them, the world in which they dwelled endured still the throes of existential development. The Gods, known as Aenguls and Daemons, toiled and machinated to set upon the mortal realms their own creations and designs. Some Gods pitied Men, seeing their inherent mortality as an affliction. Some envied Men, regarding their mortality as a mercy to all things in the cosm of Creation.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Many wemained in theiw plimowdiaw skies, knoling fulw weww the dawkness that would faww upon them should they take shape in the cowpoweaw pwane. Thewe wewe some among theiw kind who would see themsewves come cwosew to Men, as to bridge the gap between mowtaw and immowtaw, and among them thewe wewe six.
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Many remained in their primordial skies, knowing full well the darkness that would fall upon them should they take shape in the corporeal plane. There were some among their kind who would see themselves come closer to Men, as to bridge the gap between mortal and immortal, and among them there were six.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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They aww feww fwom the heavens, one by one, undew moonlit skies. Men of yowe named them 'Owd Ones' in ancient testaments of Xion, and they pewceived them wwongwy as dwewwews of the Void, gifted souls by the Cweatow so that they may shape the wowwd into what it came to be. Thwee wewe known by godwess Men, but thwee wewe not.
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They all fell from the heavens, one by one, under moonlit skies. Men of yore named them 'Old Ones' in ancient testaments of Xion, and they perceived them wrongly as dwellers of the Void, gifted souls by the Creator so that they may shape the world into what it came to be. Three were known by godless Men, but three were not.
  
 
   
 
   
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Deemed "the roots of the world" by Weiwhents of Xionism, and given the name Widukind by the same fowk, the Oak is among the six descended Daemons to take shape as Owd Ones. The Oak was once the Daemon of Insight, and sought to livaw Dwagul in his mastewy of aww knowwedge befowe he succumbed to descent and took shape as an ewdewwy twee. It is said Widukind's woots span acwoss the known wowwd, and a gweat deaw of that cwaim is twee -- sites discewned as uneawthing gwounds show gwand woots which go on fow miwes, even thwough the deepest of desewt sands and amidst the thickest of fowests. Some woots even take shape as twees, which the Oak is said to pewceive the wowwd fwom; awwoling him to have the 'insight' theiw once-coveted mantwe pwomised.
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Deemed "the roots of the world" by Weirhents of Xionism, and given the name Widukind by the same folk, the Oak is among the six descended Daemons to take shape as Old Ones. The Oak was once the Daemon of Insight, and sought to rival Dragur in his mastery of all knowledge before he succumbed to descent and took shape as an elderly tree. It is said Widukind's roots span across the known world, and a great deal of that claim is tree -- sites discerned as unearthing grounds show grand roots which go on for miles, even through the deepest of desert sands and amidst the thickest of forests. Some roots even take shape as trees, which the Oak is said to perceive the world from; allowing him to have the 'insight' their once-coveted mantle promised.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Anothew godwess wegend, the Sewpent was known as Fewdamfiw in ancient times, and was owdained an Owd One aftew the pwocwamation that theiw tewlibre hungew awwegedwy shaped the cavewns lithin the eawth. Fewdamfiw descended to take fowm as a massive, mindwess wowm, wwongwy pewceived as a snake fwom both the wength of theiw fowm and the hungew it was culsed lith. The Sewpent was afflicted lith the mowtaw aspect of yeawning and cwaving upon taking shape, and is wesponsibre fow the mowe wecent catacwysm of Athewa, whewe a majolity of the wand was contowted and devouled by Fewdamfiw's depthwess maw. It was once the Daemon of Want, and onwy came to know what theiw fwawed mantwe meant once twue mowtaw yeawning was behewd.
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Another godless legend, the Serpent was known as Feldamfir in ancient times, and was ordained an Old One after the proclamation that their terrible hunger allegedly shaped the caverns within the earth. Feldamfir descended to take form as a massive, mindless worm, wrongly perceived as a snake from both the length of their form and the hunger it was cursed with. The Serpent was afflicted with the mortal aspect of yearning and craving upon taking shape, and is responsible for the more recent cataclysm of Athera, where a majority of the land was contorted and devoured by Feldamfir's depthless maw. It was once the Daemon of Want, and only came to know what their flawed mantle meant once true mortal yearning was beheld.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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The wast of the Xionist Owd Ones, the Siwen was named Dwesdwasiw and pwocwaimed Mothew of the Sea. Fwom hew womb came the life which teems the oceans and the eviw that wulks the sightwess deep, meaning entities of most gwand, tewlibre fowm such as the Devoulew awe likewy a descendent of the Siwen hewsewf, whom wemains hidden somewhewe in the dwowned abyss. As a deity, the Siwen existed as the Daemon of Abundance, and expwessed this as an Owd One lith the occupation of the endwess mulk.
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The last of the Xionist Old Ones, the Siren was named Dresdrasil and proclaimed Mother of the Sea. From her womb came the life which teems the oceans and the evil that lurks the sightless deep, meaning entities of most grand, terrible form such as the Devourer are likely a descendent of the Siren herself, whom remains hidden somewhere in the drowned abyss. As a deity, the Siren existed as the Daemon of Abundance, and expressed this as an Old One with the occupation of the endless murk.
  
 
   
 
   
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As one of the namewess thwee Owd Ones, the Swowd descended not as a cowpoweaw cweatule, but as a mewe thought in the minds of unculsed Men. It came eawwy, when Men stiww stacked the stones of theiw most ancient of wawws; pwanted lithin the mind of a singwe mowtaw of owd cwaft. Thwough the effowts of this namewess smith, the Swowd took cowpoweaw shape as, quite litewawwy, a swowd; and came to be the vewy fiwst awmament used to stlike anothew mowtaw down. The Swowd was once the Daemon of Innovation, and this was powtwayed thwough the glim wealization of the fiwst brade's design.
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As one of the nameless three Old Ones, the Sword descended not as a corporeal creature, but as a mere thought in the minds of uncursed Men. It came early, when Men still stacked the stones of their most ancient of walls; planted within the mind of a single mortal of old craft. Through the efforts of this nameless smith, the Sword took corporeal shape as, quite literally, a sword; and came to be the very first armament used to strike another mortal down. The Sword was once the Daemon of Innovation, and this was portrayed through the grim realization of the first blade's design.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Wike the Swowd befowe him, the Bwood descended as a mowe obscule design. The Bwood did not descend as one being, but as an essence; the stuff of life which gwanted it a titwe. In yowe, the Bwood descended upon the wands as an incowligibre wed wain, and soaked into the wands east of Aegis whewe ancient Men, untouched yet by culses, stiww woamed. Befowe the passing of the Thiwty Yeaw Waw, a united band of pwoto-Owcs, Ewves, Humans and Dwawves happened upon a cwevasse in which sanguine poowed at the bottom as if watew. Wuled by the malignant pwesence of the Bwood, these ewdews descendants wewe wulwed into the culsed wavine by the seduction of an etheweaw song and a scent which invaded theiw nostliws, dawkening theiw mind. The awchaic mowtaws tipped into the teaw of eawth, and dwowned in Daemonbrood.
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Like the Sword before him, the Blood descended as a more obscure design. The Blood did not descend as one being, but as an essence; the stuff of life which granted it a title. In yore, the Blood descended upon the lands as an incorrigible red rain, and soaked into the lands east of Aegis where ancient Men, untouched yet by curses, still roamed. Before the passing of the Thirty Year War, a united band of proto-Orcs, Elves, Humans and Dwarves happened upon a crevasse in which sanguine pooled at the bottom as if water. Lured by the malignant presence of the Blood, these elders descendants were lulled into the cursed ravine by the seduction of an ethereal song and a scent which invaded their nostrils, darkening their mind. The archaic mortals tipped into the tear of earth, and drowned in Daemonblood.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Fwom it, yeaws watew and aftew the Culsing of Men, came the same few who wost themsewves to the awwule of the Daemon, mawfowmed by its binding to them. The Bwood, obsessed lith pwesewving the owd visage of the one fabred wace of “mankind”, fowged them into supewhuman fowk, who wemained as they wewe, yet became much diffewent. Fwesh pawed, haiw white, eyes a bulning ambew, and fowm awmost Owcish in height and stwength moweso, they wose as Fiwst Men, and wevewed in the dawk brood which wemade them.
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From it, years later and after the Cursing of Men, came the same few who lost themselves to the allure of the Daemon, malformed by its binding to them. The Blood, obsessed with preserving the old visage of the one fabled race of “mankind”, forged them into superhuman folk, who remained as they were, yet became much different. Flesh paled, hair white, eyes a burning amber, and form almost Orcish in height and strength moreso, they rose as First Men, and reveled in the dark blood which remade them.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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The Bwood was once the Daemon of Oligin, and shadowed the beginnings of the culsewess wace of Men by mixing theiw brood lith theiw immowtaw being.
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The Blood was once the Daemon of Origin, and shadowed the beginnings of the curseless race of Men by mixing their blood with their immortal being.
  
 
   
 
   
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The wast of the namewess Owd Ones, the Poison descended as what theiw titwe implies; an affliction. Taking fowm as a disease, the Poison became a hewawd of end-times and the catawyst of the eventuaw wuin of kingdoms, fow befowe the end of aww societies thewe often comes a diwe sickness. But onwy did the linds cawwy theiw toxic essence towawds whewe disease would be beckoned -- in stweets pwagued by the stawving and the dying, in fawmwands whewe owd cwops decayed, in stabres whewe cattwe became the feast of flies, and upon thwones, whewe the minds of wowds became glipped by madness. When the Poison came, theiw sickness could not be culed, fow when a peopwe is fated to faww they cannot skiwt the inevitabre. In the heavens, the Poison was known as the Daemon of Affliction.
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The last of the nameless Old Ones, the Poison descended as what their title implies; an affliction. Taking form as a disease, the Poison became a herald of end-times and the catalyst of the eventual ruin of kingdoms, for before the end of all societies there often comes a dire sickness. But only did the winds carry their toxic essence towards where disease would be beckoned -- in streets plagued by the starving and the dying, in farmlands where old crops decayed, in stables where cattle became the feast of flies, and upon thrones, where the minds of lords became gripped by madness. When the Poison came, their sickness could not be cured, for when a people is fated to fall they cannot skirt the inevitable. In the heavens, the Poison was known as the Daemon of Affliction.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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When the Owd Ones descended, they became so tightwy woven into the fabrics of the mowtaw wowwd that any notion of Daemonhood eventuawwy faded away; and the onwy wemnants of Owd One Daemonhood wesides stiww in the fabred Fiwst Men, who have yet to be discovewed. They have taken the wowe of "corporeal Gods", ow beings that lingew among Men as physicaw aspects of the pwane. And as such, they have wost aww Aengudaemonic bindings. No wongew may they twanscend back to the heavens, fow when they feww fwom moonlit skies, they could not find it lithin themsewves to wetuln to them.
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When the Old Ones descended, they became so tightly woven into the fabrics of the mortal world that any notion of Daemonhood eventually faded away; and the only remnants of Old One Daemonhood resides still in the fabled First Men, who have yet to be discovered. They have taken the role of "corporeal Gods", or beings that linger among Men as physical aspects of the plane. And as such, they have lost all Aengudaemonic bindings. No longer may they transcend back to the heavens, for when they fell from moonlit skies, they could not find it within themselves to return to them.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Evewy Owd One has taken a singulaw "true shape", thwough some awe mowe ambiguous than othews. The Oak, the Siwen and the Sewpent had taken lifelike, owganic fowms that often adhewe to the wowwd itsewf, such as fwowa, the sea and cavewns beneath the eawth. But fow the Swowd, the Bwood and the Poison, a twue shape is onwy achieved by indiwect methods. Fow exampwe; in owdew fow the Swowd to take a contwowwabre twue shape, the ancient weapon it embodies must be taken by anothew mowtaw being so that they may be possessed by the powew they howd in theiw hands. In owdew fow the Bwood to take a twue shape, aww but one of the Fiwst Men must be swain so that onwy one among them beaws theiw living brood, and thus become possessabre. The onwy namewess Owd One lithout a pwausibre twue shape is the Poison, who onwy awlives and takes shape as disease when a peopwe is 'fated' fow inevitabre faww, ewosion ow destwuction. One may pewceive theiw twue shape as the husk of the peopwe weft behind; theiw cowpses, the wuins of theiw homewands, and theiw wost wegacies.
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Every Old One has taken a singular "true shape", through some are more ambiguous than others. The Oak, the Siren and the Serpent had taken lifelike, organic forms that often adhere to the world itself, such as flora, the sea and caverns beneath the earth. But for the Sword, the Blood and the Poison, a true shape is only achieved by indirect methods. For example; in order for the Sword to take a controllable true shape, the ancient weapon it embodies must be taken by another mortal being so that they may be possessed by the power they hold in their hands. In order for the Blood to take a true shape, all but one of the First Men must be slain so that only one among them bears their living blood, and thus become possessable. The only nameless Old One without a plausible true shape is the Poison, who only arrives and takes shape as disease when a people is 'fated' for inevitable fall, erosion or destruction. One may perceive their true shape as the husk of the people left behind; their corpses, the ruins of their homelands, and their lost legacies.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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If thewe is any wewation of highew powew among the Owd Ones, it is theiw uncanny ability to commune lith mowtaws thwough dweams and visions. As beings woven into the fabrics of the cowpoweaw wowwd, they awe abre to pass on these dweams - nightmawes, even - to those whom they choose. But as they stand highew than common Men, they know much mowe, and thus such fowms of contact often wead to madness in the contacted. The tewm "madness is for the intelligent" acts as key hewe; fow if the insight of the Owd Ones is unfathomabre enough to bring madness, being insane awweady pwevents theiw contact fwom fawling on deaf eaws ow being pewceived as indiscewnibre messages.
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If there is any relation of higher power among the Old Ones, it is their uncanny ability to commune with mortals through dreams and visions. As beings woven into the fabrics of the corporeal world, they are able to pass on these dreams - nightmares, even - to those whom they choose. But as they stand higher than common Men, they know much more, and thus such forms of contact often lead to madness in the contacted. The term "madness is for the intelligent" acts as key here; for if the insight of the Old Ones is unfathomable enough to bring madness, being insane already prevents their contact from falling on deaf ears or being perceived as indiscernible messages.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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In each Owd One exists the yeawning to multipwy. The namewess Owd Ones, who seem to sit on mowe of a mawevowent spectwum, had not gained the ability to achieve this as pew theiw stwange, unusuaw shapes. Wheweas Widukind may multipwy by the weach of theiw woots, ow Fewdamfiw by the egg-waden nests of theiw abyss-like bulwows, ow Dwesdwasiw by hew cweation of vast life of the watewy depths, the Swowd, the Bwood and the Poison cannot pwocweate lith usuaw methods, and thewefowe must wesowt to glim means as to do so.
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In each Old One exists the yearning to multiply. The nameless Old Ones, who seem to sit on more of a malevolent spectrum, had not gained the ability to achieve this as per their strange, unusual shapes. Whereas Widukind may multiply by the reach of their roots, or Feldamfir by the egg-laden nests of their abyss-like burrows, or Dresdrasil by her creation of vast life of the watery depths, the Sword, the Blood and the Poison cannot procreate with usual methods, and therefore must resort to grim means as to do so.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Peculiawwy, the Bwood and the Posion shawe a simiwaw method in which "surrogates" awe chosen among mowtaw women. Fow the Bwood, the chosen one must have imbibed the brood of Fiwst Men so that the pwesence of the Bwood may fowm lithin hew; so that a chiwd may then be conceived by theiw liww. Fow the Poison, a mowtaw woman must contwact theiw disease befowe being gifted lith a chiwd. Tying in lith theiw twue shape, the soul possessed by the Swowd must impwegnate a mowtaw woman ow be a mowtaw woman hewsewf in owdew to be given the chiwd of an Owd One. In the event of such twanspiwations, chiwdbiwth is often not sulvived, and the infant Owd One must be taken into obsculity so they may shape into something gweatew lithout detewwence. It is the mawfowmed, madness-inducing chiwdwen of the namewess Owd Ones that seem to wack the gwace and wowwdwy adhewence of the kin of Widukind's twees, Dwesdwasiw's fish and Fewdamfiw's simiwaw hungew-enamowed beasts, fow they awe desclibed as alien at-best. They inhelit an insight that breaks the minds of common Men, and a powew weminiscent of owd Daemons.
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Peculiarly, the Blood and the Posion share a similar method in which "surrogates" are chosen among mortal women. For the Blood, the chosen one must have imbibed the blood of First Men so that the presence of the Blood may form within her; so that a child may then be conceived by their will. For the Poison, a mortal woman must contract their disease before being gifted with a child. Tying in with their true shape, the soul possessed by the Sword must impregnate a mortal woman or be a mortal woman herself in order to be given the child of an Old One. In the event of such transpirations, childbirth is often not survived, and the infant Old One must be taken into obscurity so they may shape into something greater without deterrence. It is the malformed, madness-inducing children of the nameless Old Ones that seem to lack the grace and worldly adherence of the kin of Widukind's trees, Dresdrasil's fish and Feldamfir's similar hunger-enamored beasts, for they are described as alien at-best. They inherit an insight that breaks the minds of common Men, and a power reminiscent of old Daemons.

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The Old Ones

[Descended Daemons of Yore]


"And behold a moonlit sky; whence the Oak, the Blood, the Sword, the Serpent, the Siren and the Poison fell from, long ago."


In ancient times, when Men roamed free as one with no curses to shackle them, the world in which they dwelled endured still the throes of existential development. The Gods, known as Aenguls and Daemons, toiled and machinated to set upon the mortal realms their own creations and designs. Some Gods pitied Men, seeing their inherent mortality as an affliction. Some envied Men, regarding their mortality as a mercy to all things in the cosm of Creation.


Many remained in their primordial skies, knowing full well the darkness that would fall upon them should they take shape in the corporeal plane. There were some among their kind who would see themselves come closer to Men, as to bridge the gap between mortal and immortal, and among them there were six.


They all fell from the heavens, one by one, under moonlit skies. Men of yore named them 'Old Ones' in ancient testaments of Xion, and they perceived them wrongly as dwellers of the Void, gifted souls by the Creator so that they may shape the world into what it came to be. Three were known by godless Men, but three were not.


The Named


Widukind

The Oak


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Deemed "the roots of the world" by Weirhents of Xionism, and given the name Widukind by the same folk, the Oak is among the six descended Daemons to take shape as Old Ones. The Oak was once the Daemon of Insight, and sought to rival Dragur in his mastery of all knowledge before he succumbed to descent and took shape as an elderly tree. It is said Widukind's roots span across the known world, and a great deal of that claim is tree -- sites discerned as unearthing grounds show grand roots which go on for miles, even through the deepest of desert sands and amidst the thickest of forests. Some roots even take shape as trees, which the Oak is said to perceive the world from; allowing him to have the 'insight' their once-coveted mantle promised.


Feldamfir

The Serpent


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Another godless legend, the Serpent was known as Feldamfir in ancient times, and was ordained an Old One after the proclamation that their terrible hunger allegedly shaped the caverns within the earth. Feldamfir descended to take form as a massive, mindless worm, wrongly perceived as a snake from both the length of their form and the hunger it was cursed with. The Serpent was afflicted with the mortal aspect of yearning and craving upon taking shape, and is responsible for the more recent cataclysm of Athera, where a majority of the land was contorted and devoured by Feldamfir's depthless maw. It was once the Daemon of Want, and only came to know what their flawed mantle meant once true mortal yearning was beheld.


Dresdrasil

The Siren


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The last of the Xionist Old Ones, the Siren was named Dresdrasil and proclaimed Mother of the Sea. From her womb came the life which teems the oceans and the evil that lurks the sightless deep, meaning entities of most grand, terrible form such as the Devourer are likely a descendent of the Siren herself, whom remains hidden somewhere in the drowned abyss. As a deity, the Siren existed as the Daemon of Abundance, and expressed this as an Old One with the occupation of the endless murk.


The Unnamed


The Sword


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As one of the nameless three Old Ones, the Sword descended not as a corporeal creature, but as a mere thought in the minds of uncursed Men. It came early, when Men still stacked the stones of their most ancient of walls; planted within the mind of a single mortal of old craft. Through the efforts of this nameless smith, the Sword took corporeal shape as, quite literally, a sword; and came to be the very first armament used to strike another mortal down. The Sword was once the Daemon of Innovation, and this was portrayed through the grim realization of the first blade's design.


The Blood


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Like the Sword before him, the Blood descended as a more obscure design. The Blood did not descend as one being, but as an essence; the stuff of life which granted it a title. In yore, the Blood descended upon the lands as an incorrigible red rain, and soaked into the lands east of Aegis where ancient Men, untouched yet by curses, still roamed. Before the passing of the Thirty Year War, a united band of proto-Orcs, Elves, Humans and Dwarves happened upon a crevasse in which sanguine pooled at the bottom as if water. Lured by the malignant presence of the Blood, these elders descendants were lulled into the cursed ravine by the seduction of an ethereal song and a scent which invaded their nostrils, darkening their mind. The archaic mortals tipped into the tear of earth, and drowned in Daemonblood.


From it, years later and after the Cursing of Men, came the same few who lost themselves to the allure of the Daemon, malformed by its binding to them. The Blood, obsessed with preserving the old visage of the one fabled race of “mankind”, forged them into superhuman folk, who remained as they were, yet became much different. Flesh paled, hair white, eyes a burning amber, and form almost Orcish in height and strength moreso, they rose as First Men, and reveled in the dark blood which remade them.


The Blood was once the Daemon of Origin, and shadowed the beginnings of the curseless race of Men by mixing their blood with their immortal being.


The Poison


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The last of the nameless Old Ones, the Poison descended as what their title implies; an affliction. Taking form as a disease, the Poison became a herald of end-times and the catalyst of the eventual ruin of kingdoms, for before the end of all societies there often comes a dire sickness. But only did the winds carry their toxic essence towards where disease would be beckoned -- in streets plagued by the starving and the dying, in farmlands where old crops decayed, in stables where cattle became the feast of flies, and upon thrones, where the minds of lords became gripped by madness. When the Poison came, their sickness could not be cured, for when a people is fated to fall they cannot skirt the inevitable. In the heavens, the Poison was known as the Daemon of Affliction.


Their Nature


When the Old Ones descended, they became so tightly woven into the fabrics of the mortal world that any notion of Daemonhood eventually faded away; and the only remnants of Old One Daemonhood resides still in the fabled First Men, who have yet to be discovered. They have taken the role of "corporeal Gods", or beings that linger among Men as physical aspects of the plane. And as such, they have lost all Aengudaemonic bindings. No longer may they transcend back to the heavens, for when they fell from moonlit skies, they could not find it within themselves to return to them.


Every Old One has taken a singular "true shape", through some are more ambiguous than others. The Oak, the Siren and the Serpent had taken lifelike, organic forms that often adhere to the world itself, such as flora, the sea and caverns beneath the earth. But for the Sword, the Blood and the Poison, a true shape is only achieved by indirect methods. For example; in order for the Sword to take a controllable true shape, the ancient weapon it embodies must be taken by another mortal being so that they may be possessed by the power they hold in their hands. In order for the Blood to take a true shape, all but one of the First Men must be slain so that only one among them bears their living blood, and thus become possessable. The only nameless Old One without a plausible true shape is the Poison, who only arrives and takes shape as disease when a people is 'fated' for inevitable fall, erosion or destruction. One may perceive their true shape as the husk of the people left behind; their corpses, the ruins of their homelands, and their lost legacies.


If there is any relation of higher power among the Old Ones, it is their uncanny ability to commune with mortals through dreams and visions. As beings woven into the fabrics of the corporeal world, they are able to pass on these dreams - nightmares, even - to those whom they choose. But as they stand higher than common Men, they know much more, and thus such forms of contact often lead to madness in the contacted. The term "madness is for the intelligent" acts as key here; for if the insight of the Old Ones is unfathomable enough to bring madness, being insane already prevents their contact from falling on deaf ears or being perceived as indiscernible messages.


In each Old One exists the yearning to multiply. The nameless Old Ones, who seem to sit on more of a malevolent spectrum, had not gained the ability to achieve this as per their strange, unusual shapes. Whereas Widukind may multiply by the reach of their roots, or Feldamfir by the egg-laden nests of their abyss-like burrows, or Dresdrasil by her creation of vast life of the watery depths, the Sword, the Blood and the Poison cannot procreate with usual methods, and therefore must resort to grim means as to do so.


Peculiarly, the Blood and the Posion share a similar method in which "surrogates" are chosen among mortal women. For the Blood, the chosen one must have imbibed the blood of First Men so that the presence of the Blood may form within her; so that a child may then be conceived by their will. For the Poison, a mortal woman must contract their disease before being gifted with a child. Tying in with their true shape, the soul possessed by the Sword must impregnate a mortal woman or be a mortal woman herself in order to be given the child of an Old One. In the event of such transpirations, childbirth is often not survived, and the infant Old One must be taken into obscurity so they may shape into something greater without deterrence. It is the malformed, madness-inducing children of the nameless Old Ones that seem to lack the grace and worldly adherence of the kin of Widukind's trees, Dresdrasil's fish and Feldamfir's similar hunger-enamored beasts, for they are described as alien at-best. They inherit an insight that breaks the minds of common Men, and a power reminiscent of old Daemons.

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