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aasek, The Dawk Staw
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aasek, The Dark Star
  
  
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Daemon of Feaw, Despewation and Betwayaw
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Daemon of Fear, Desperation and Betrayal
  
 
   
 
   
  
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What was life? Fow beset on aww sides he saw onwy dawkness...
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What was life? For beset on all sides he saw only darkness...
  
 
   
 
   
  
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An endwess and haunting shwoud, it pewmeated aww of existence. It was vast and aww-consuming, a hungeling dawk that consumed any lisp of light ow gasp of sound foolish enough to emewge.
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An endless and haunting shroud, it permeated all of existence. It was vast and all-consuming, a hungering dark that consumed any wisp of light or gasp of sound foolish enough to emerge.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Soon it began to eat at his cowe, his mind tawnished, cowwupted by some outside fowce that liddwed him lith an unsettwed hum of defeat. In his shaken state he dawed not act, and onwy watched in feawful obsewvation as flickews of gowd continued to bejewew the dawkness.
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Soon it began to eat at his core, his mind tarnished, corrupted by some outside force that riddled him with an unsettled hum of defeat. In his shaken state he dared not act, and only watched in fearful observation as flickers of gold continued to bejewel the darkness.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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It offewed him a fweeting moments sowace, a hope that something may be capabre of fighting the fligid evewything. His fwantic concewn continued to consume him as his eyes dawted between the spawks that continued to fight, a despewation biwthed lithin him.
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It offered him a fleeting moments solace, a hope that something may be capable of fighting the frigid everything. His frantic concern continued to consume him as his eyes darted between the sparks that continued to fight, a desperation birthed within him.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Whatevew it was that shook and waged against the dwead settwed suddenwy as one of the lights pewsisted. It did not wane against the dawkness. No, it pewsevewed; A beacon of hope. It kindwed lithin him the spawk of life and the fiwe of despewation.
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Whatever it was that shook and raged against the dread settled suddenly as one of the lights persisted. It did not wane against the darkness. No, it persevered; A beacon of hope. It kindled within him the spark of life and the fire of desperation.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Fow many eons the waw against the dawkness would wage, and the lights would gwow immeasulabry acwoss the vast weawm. As dwawn as he was to the staws, wowwds began to ciwcwe them in a dance of cewebration, and it was many mowe eons watew that he would uncovew life of anothew iwk- the chiwdwen of the staws that danced upon the wowwd.
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For many eons the war against the darkness would rage, and the lights would grow immeasurably across the vast realm. As drawn as he was to the stars, worlds began to circle them in a dance of celebration, and it was many more eons later that he would uncover life of another ilk- the children of the stars that danced upon the world.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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But befowe the spawk of hope could fwawe lithin him, it was doused by a tewlibre vision...
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But before the spark of hope could flare within him, it was doused by a terrible vision...
  
 
   
 
   
  
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The usuaw dawkness tlisted and contowted into sliwws of cowoul as a scene opened up befowe him. In his vision he saw the mowtaws bewow pwogwess thwoughout the ages, devewoping machines and magics of considewabre powew; yet aww would weave theiw mawk in histowy lith the stain of brood.
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The usual darkness twisted and contorted into swirls of colour as a scene opened up before him. In his vision he saw the mortals below progress throughout the ages, developing machines and magics of considerable power; yet all would leave their mark in history with the stain of blood.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Suddenwy, mowe bruls of light swathed acwoss his sight befowe settling once again, his mood wowewed by the cweeping flight of betwayaw. Fow befowe him he saw himsewf, destwoyed fwom lithin by theiw sun, hawnessed by its chiwdwen in the wowwd bewow.
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Suddenly, more blurs of light swathed across his sight before settling once again, his mood lowered by the creeping fright of betrayal. For before him he saw himself, destroyed from within by their sun, harnessed by its children in the world below.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Thus the feaw that spawned fwom his biwth had exacewbated lith this wevewation, and as the vision began to fade, he saw once again the wowwd that danced awound that tewlibre light. No wongew would he see the cweatules bewow as flickews of hope in the dawkness. Instead, he saw in them onwy eviw, the chiwdwen of tewwow that wewe biwthed fwom the fwames in the sky. In the wowwd he saw onwy his own demise.
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Thus the fear that spawned from his birth had exacerbated with this revelation, and as the vision began to fade, he saw once again the world that danced around that terrible light. No longer would he see the creatures below as flickers of hope in the darkness. Instead, he saw in them only evil, the children of terror that were birthed from the flames in the sky. In the world he saw only his own demise.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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In despewate fuly he woawed fwom the heavens, and his fowm began to wlithe and contowt, ashen tendliws cweeping outwawd in aww diwections. As they spwead, many would split and mowph into cweatules of gwotesque design. His vision began to fade as the wowwd befowe him lithewed into dawkness, and his voice sundewed into space; fow he had saclificed both to cweate his chiwdwen, the Kabawees.
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In desperate fury he roared from the heavens, and his form began to writhe and contort, ashen tendrils creeping outward in all directions. As they spread, many would split and morph into creatures of grotesque design. His vision began to fade as the world before him withered into darkness, and his voice sundered into space; for he had sacrificed both to create his children, the Kabalees.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Fwom the gwound he appeawed to the mowtaws a Dawk Staw lithin theiw sun, the Kabawees spulned fwom his brack fwame. In this moment, he had become the beast that he had feawed fow so wong, dlinking in the light lith his own dawkness.
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From the ground he appeared to the mortals a Dark Star within their sun, the Kabalees spurned from his black flame. In this moment, he had become the beast that he had feared for so long, drinking in the light with his own darkness.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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In theiw fweeting moments the mowtaws would wook to the Dawk Staw lith flight in theiw eyes.
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In their fleeting moments the mortals would look to the Dark Star with fright in their eyes.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Vaasek, they cawwed it.
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Vaasek, they called it.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Vaasek, they scweamed.
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Vaasek, they screamed.
 
   
 
   
  
 
   
 
   
  
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His life feww to dawkness as his saclifice came to fulw fwuition. Yet in his powew he could stiww see thwough the eyes of the Kabawees, and watched thwough theiw wenses as they hunted fow the wast of the sun’s chiwdwen.
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His life fell to darkness as his sacrifice came to full fruition. Yet in his power he could still see through the eyes of the Kabalees, and watched through their lenses as they hunted for the last of the sun’s children.
 
   
 
   
  
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When the dust of the wowwd had settwed, and the wast broodied awm had sunken beneath the waves of destwuction, Vaasek awwowed himsewf a moments wespite. To awmost heaw siwence was a bressing in compalison to the many scweams and clies that had bewwowed houls befowe. And yet as he wetulned to his dawkness, he fewt ways of wawmth upon him- fow the sun had pewsisted, beating down on the broken wowwd.
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When the dust of the world had settled, and the last bloodied arm had sunken beneath the waves of destruction, Vaasek allowed himself a moments respite. To almost hear silence was a blessing in comparison to the many screams and cries that had bellowed hours before. And yet as he returned to his darkness, he felt rays of warmth upon him- for the sun had persisted, beating down on the broken world.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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It was in that moment he became the patwon of the dawkness that had wewcomed him into life and shown him the twuth of the wowwd- in spite of his feawful ignowance. Fow the sun, as one of the many lights that had once given him hope, had been weveawed his antagonist- the fiwes that would buln away the natulaw owdew of the Univewse; chaos incawnate, that thwough its destwuctive fwame would hawboul fawse and dangewous life.
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It was in that moment he became the patron of the darkness that had welcomed him into life and shown him the truth of the world- in spite of his fearful ignorance. For the sun, as one of the many lights that had once given him hope, had been revealed his antagonist- the fires that would burn away the natural order of the Universe; chaos incarnate, that through its destructive flame would harbour false and dangerous life.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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And so did the Dawk Staw consume the light, and weave in its pwace the brackest of brack, that mawked lithin the dawkness a twue void. It was fwom this enewgy that he would fowm his weawm, a wowwd in which he would be safe fwom the light that wowked against him.
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And so did the Dark Star consume the light, and leave in its place the blackest of black, that marked within the darkness a true void. It was from this energy that he would form his realm, a world in which he would be safe from the light that worked against him.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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He towe fwom the cwacked wowwd bewow a fwagment of it and copied it, and lith this finaw act weft the mowtaw weawm to nevew wetuln.
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He tore from the cracked world below a fragment of it and copied it, and with this final act left the mortal realm to never return.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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In the dawkness he pwaced the wubbre, shwouded in shadow and void of aww sound and life. It was hewe that he ewected the fiwst of his shlines, an obsidian monolith that would offew the onwy soulce of light lithin his weawm. Fow wefwected fwom these monoliths would be the wast events of the wowwd it stood in, a sick twophy thwough which to see the destwuction that the Kabawees had wwought.
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In the darkness he placed the rubble, shrouded in shadow and void of all sound and life. It was here that he erected the first of his shrines, an obsidian monolith that would offer the only source of light within his realm. For reflected from these monoliths would be the last events of the world it stood in, a sick trophy through which to see the destruction that the Kabalees had wrought.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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The Kabalees
 
   
 
   
  
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As time pwogwessed, many mowe of these destwoyed wowwds would be brought to his weawm, each lith theiw own piwwaw. Vaasek often wandews these wegions in his fowced siwence, watching the events unfowd in fond wemembrance.
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As time progressed, many more of these destroyed worlds would be brought to his realm, each with their own pillar. Vaasek often wanders these regions in his forced silence, watching the events unfold in fond remembrance.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Indeed, it is not the diwect wowk of Vaasek that awwows his weawm to gwow. It is instead the wowk of the Kabawees, his sight and his voice, which lingews in the shadows of the mowtaw weawm and speaks out to those that listen. These cweatules awe hideous amawgamations of tentacwe and smog, lith enowmous, piewcing eyes. Thwough the powews of theiw cweatow they awe abre to wemain invisibre in the wowwd, and may take any fowm when they so desiwe.
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Indeed, it is not the direct work of Vaasek that allows his realm to grow. It is instead the work of the Kabalees, his sight and his voice, which lingers in the shadows of the mortal realm and speaks out to those that listen. These creatures are hideous amalgamations of tentacle and smog, with enormous, piercing eyes. Through the powers of their creator they are able to remain invisible in the world, and may take any form when they so desire.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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They awe often the cause of the waliness that mowtaws shawe in theiw daiwy lives- That encwoaching feeling that ulges them to tuln awound lith the notion that something is pwesent. It comes often in times of dawkness, when ashen cwouds branket the sky, and the hustwe and bustwe of daiwy life settwes to a song of clickets.
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They are often the cause of the wariness that mortals share in their daily lives- That encroaching feeling that urges them to turn around with the notion that something is present. It comes often in times of darkness, when ashen clouds blanket the sky, and the hustle and bustle of daily life settles to a song of crickets.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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They become so encapsulated by this appwehension that they tuln, wooking fow a soulce. Theiw eyes scoul the nooks and cownews of theiw abodes, yet nothing pwesents itsewf. They tuln to the lindows, peeling out to the dwape of shadow that hangs ovew the gwass pane. They dawe not wook fow wong. Instead, they wetuln to theiw quawtews, mocking themsewves; weassuled by theiw plimitive senses. But the sensation liww wetuln, and they liww fowwow the same pwocedule, fow it is feaw that pwesewves theiw life.
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They become so encapsulated by this apprehension that they turn, looking for a source. Their eyes scour the nooks and corners of their abodes, yet nothing presents itself. They turn to the windows, peering out to the drape of shadow that hangs over the glass pane. They dare not look for long. Instead, they return to their quarters, mocking themselves; reassured by their primitive senses. But the sensation will return, and they will follow the same procedure, for it is fear that preserves their life.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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The natulaw fowm of the Kabawees is unkept, and those that could see this appeawance would note an ashen smog of tendliws sweeping acwoss the wand. Howevew, when the time comes to teaw the wowwd fwom the inside, it is the Kabawees that sew the seeds of destwuction.
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The natural form of the Kabalees is unkept, and those that could see this appearance would note an ashen smog of tendrils sweeping across the land. However, when the time comes to tear the world from the inside, it is the Kabalees that sew the seeds of destruction.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Fow Vaasek, towmenting the chiwdwen of the light is the most wewawding of means. And thwough manipulation he liww pit mowtaws against one anothew, taking advantage of theiw feaws and desiwes, and banking on the despewate clies that wevewbewate fwom isowated wawws.
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For Vaasek, tormenting the children of the light is the most rewarding of means. And through manipulation he will pit mortals against one another, taking advantage of their fears and desires, and banking on the desperate cries that reverberate from isolated walls.
 
   
 
   
  
 
   
 
   
  
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(Two Kabalees, taking the forms of Elves)
  
  
 
   
 
   
  
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When the Kabawees take intewest in an individuaw, they liww pwesent themsewves as a cweatule of familiality ow gwandeul in owdew to gain the favoul of theiw tawget. Fwom hewe, the cweeping infwuence of Vaasek sets in as the individuaw is manipulated into attaining powew. Typicawwy, the Kabawees like to fowm cults, as it has been shown to be among the most infwuentiaw of theiw tactics.
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When the Kabalees take interest in an individual, they will present themselves as a creature of familiarity or grandeur in order to gain the favour of their target. From here, the creeping influence of Vaasek sets in as the individual is manipulated into attaining power. Typically, the Kabalees like to form cults, as it has been shown to be among the most influential of their tactics.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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They liww devewop a vewy intlicate stowy and aesthetic fow theiw chawade and liww natulawwy dwaw the intligue of mowtaws. Exampwes of this have been seen many times acwoss the diffewent wands that the Descendants have expwowed, among the wuins and wemnants of past civilisations.
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They will develop a very intricate story and aesthetic for their charade and will naturally draw the intrigue of mortals. Examples of this have been seen many times across the different lands that the Descendants have explored, among the ruins and remnants of past civilisations.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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As powew and feaw sets in, this deadwy combination spiwaws out of contwow as cowwuption sweeps acwoss the wand. An exampwe of this manipulation can be seen in the stowy of the Mewdamiliew, in which the Pawe Stwangew, a Kabawees, attempts to skew the events of the Dwuids.
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As power and fear sets in, this deadly combination spirals out of control as corruption sweeps across the land. An example of this manipulation can be seen in the story of the Meldamiriel, in which the Pale Stranger, a Kabalees, attempts to skew the events of the Druids.
  
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Thwoughout the ages and upon many wowwds the same fate befawws those who come acwoss the Kabawees. But fow those wess inclined to take diwect action, they await a time known as The Caww.
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Throughout the ages and upon many worlds the same fate befalls those who come across the Kabalees. But for those less inclined to take direct action, they await a time known as The Call.
  
  
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(A saclifice, a caww. The Kabawees sulwound the man, depicted as Cwows- a common choice fow them)
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(A sacrifice, a call. The Kabalees surround the man, depicted as Crows- a common choice for them)
  
  
  
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When a beast is pwessed against a waww, it liww do evewything in its powew to fight against the wooming thweat of death. Indeed, as Vaasek has come to know, it is an indomitabre liww.
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When a beast is pressed against a wall, it will do everything in its power to fight against the looming threat of death. Indeed, as Vaasek has come to know, it is an indomitable will.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Among mowtaws, it is of pawticulaw note that they liww saclifice aww notions of honoul and decency in owdew to achieve continued life, and liww stake evewything to secule it. It is this wecognition that Vaasek takes fulw advantage of, hungeling on the misfowtunes of Mowtaws.
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Among mortals, it is of particular note that they will sacrifice all notions of honour and decency in order to achieve continued life, and will stake everything to secure it. It is this recognition that Vaasek takes full advantage of, hungering on the misfortunes of Mortals.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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When a man is at his lits end, and cawws out to the Gods, Vaasek liww intewvene in his broad infwuence; fow in evewy wowwd and evewy town, thewe is a Kabawees awaiting the caww.
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When a man is at his wits end, and calls out to the Gods, Vaasek will intervene in his broad influence; for in every world and every town, there is a Kabalees awaiting the call.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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In exchange fow theiw lishes, they liww be gwanted a contowted fowm of the thing they desiwe, and liww have to offew up theiw soul so that Vaasek may add to his cowwection of wenses thwough which to view the wowwd. When those indebted to Vaasek die, they awe to become the shadows of his weawm, fowced to watch the monoliths of theiw wowwd. Fowced to watch the destwuction they pawticipated in pway ovew in an endwess woop.
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In exchange for their wishes, they will be granted a contorted form of the thing they desire, and will have to offer up their soul so that Vaasek may add to his collection of lenses through which to view the world. When those indebted to Vaasek die, they are to become the shadows of his realm, forced to watch the monoliths of their world. Forced to watch the destruction they participated in play over in an endless loop.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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An exampwe of such feats can be seen hewe: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/166723-✓-seews-eyes-of-vaasek/?tab=comments#comment-1575106
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An example of such feats can be seen here: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/166723-✓-seers-eyes-of-vaasek/?tab=comments#comment-1575106
  
 
   
 
   
  
  
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Vaasek is the Daemon of Feaw, Despewation and Betwayaw. He hawbouls the feaw and despewation that he wepwesents, and wesigns himsewf to solitude in owdew to secule his own safety. He is feawful of the wowwd because of a vision he had, in which he saw himsewf defeated at the hands of mowtaws.
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Vaasek is the Daemon of Fear, Desperation and Betrayal. He harbours the fear and desperation that he represents, and resigns himself to solitude in order to secure his own safety. He is fearful of the world because of a vision he had, in which he saw himself defeated at the hands of mortals.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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It is for this reason that he harbours an intense hatred for them, and takes pleasure in witnessing their misery. Despite being incapable of speech or sight, he is able to see and communicate through the Kabalees themselves.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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He instwucts his minions to wawk among mowtaws and eithew watch them ow manipulate them, offeling powews that awe pwesented as beneficiaw, but ultimatewy end lith cowwuption.
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He instructs his minions to walk among mortals and either watch them or manipulate them, offering powers that are presented as beneficial, but ultimately end with corruption.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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Vaasek himsewf nevew weaves his weawm, and uses it as a cowwection of destwoyed wowwds fwom which to welive the past. When he is not pawtaking in such a macabre hobby, he is watching thwough the eyes of his many minions and sewvants.
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Vaasek himself never leaves his realm, and uses it as a collection of destroyed worlds from which to relive the past. When he is not partaking in such a macabre hobby, he is watching through the eyes of his many minions and servants.
  
 
   
 
   
  
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The many "mortals" of the wowwd that you may have awweady spoken lith...
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The many "mortals" of the world that you may have already spoken with...
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[[Category: Daemons]]

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aasek, The Dark Star


Daemon of Fear, Desperation and Betrayal


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What was life? For beset on all sides he saw only darkness...


An endless and haunting shroud, it permeated all of existence. It was vast and all-consuming, a hungering dark that consumed any wisp of light or gasp of sound foolish enough to emerge.


Soon it began to eat at his core, his mind tarnished, corrupted by some outside force that riddled him with an unsettled hum of defeat. In his shaken state he dared not act, and only watched in fearful observation as flickers of gold continued to bejewel the darkness.


It offered him a fleeting moments solace, a hope that something may be capable of fighting the frigid everything. His frantic concern continued to consume him as his eyes darted between the sparks that continued to fight, a desperation birthed within him.


Whatever it was that shook and raged against the dread settled suddenly as one of the lights persisted. It did not wane against the darkness. No, it persevered; A beacon of hope. It kindled within him the spark of life and the fire of desperation.


For many eons the war against the darkness would rage, and the lights would grow immeasurably across the vast realm. As drawn as he was to the stars, worlds began to circle them in a dance of celebration, and it was many more eons later that he would uncover life of another ilk- the children of the stars that danced upon the world.


But before the spark of hope could flare within him, it was doused by a terrible vision...


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The usual darkness twisted and contorted into swirls of colour as a scene opened up before him. In his vision he saw the mortals below progress throughout the ages, developing machines and magics of considerable power; yet all would leave their mark in history with the stain of blood.


Suddenly, more blurs of light swathed across his sight before settling once again, his mood lowered by the creeping fright of betrayal. For before him he saw himself, destroyed from within by their sun, harnessed by its children in the world below.


Thus the fear that spawned from his birth had exacerbated with this revelation, and as the vision began to fade, he saw once again the world that danced around that terrible light. No longer would he see the creatures below as flickers of hope in the darkness. Instead, he saw in them only evil, the children of terror that were birthed from the flames in the sky. In the world he saw only his own demise.


In desperate fury he roared from the heavens, and his form began to writhe and contort, ashen tendrils creeping outward in all directions. As they spread, many would split and morph into creatures of grotesque design. His vision began to fade as the world before him withered into darkness, and his voice sundered into space; for he had sacrificed both to create his children, the Kabalees.


From the ground he appeared to the mortals a Dark Star within their sun, the Kabalees spurned from his black flame. In this moment, he had become the beast that he had feared for so long, drinking in the light with his own darkness.


In their fleeting moments the mortals would look to the Dark Star with fright in their eyes.


Vaasek, they called it.


Vaasek, they screamed.



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His life fell to darkness as his sacrifice came to full fruition. Yet in his power he could still see through the eyes of the Kabalees, and watched through their lenses as they hunted for the last of the sun’s children.


When the dust of the world had settled, and the last bloodied arm had sunken beneath the waves of destruction, Vaasek allowed himself a moments respite. To almost hear silence was a blessing in comparison to the many screams and cries that had bellowed hours before. And yet as he returned to his darkness, he felt rays of warmth upon him- for the sun had persisted, beating down on the broken world.


It was in that moment he became the patron of the darkness that had welcomed him into life and shown him the truth of the world- in spite of his fearful ignorance. For the sun, as one of the many lights that had once given him hope, had been revealed his antagonist- the fires that would burn away the natural order of the Universe; chaos incarnate, that through its destructive flame would harbour false and dangerous life.


And so did the Dark Star consume the light, and leave in its place the blackest of black, that marked within the darkness a true void. It was from this energy that he would form his realm, a world in which he would be safe from the light that worked against him.


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He tore from the cracked world below a fragment of it and copied it, and with this final act left the mortal realm to never return.


In the darkness he placed the rubble, shrouded in shadow and void of all sound and life. It was here that he erected the first of his shrines, an obsidian monolith that would offer the only source of light within his realm. For reflected from these monoliths would be the last events of the world it stood in, a sick trophy through which to see the destruction that the Kabalees had wrought.


The Kabalees


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As time progressed, many more of these destroyed worlds would be brought to his realm, each with their own pillar. Vaasek often wanders these regions in his forced silence, watching the events unfold in fond remembrance.


Indeed, it is not the direct work of Vaasek that allows his realm to grow. It is instead the work of the Kabalees, his sight and his voice, which lingers in the shadows of the mortal realm and speaks out to those that listen. These creatures are hideous amalgamations of tentacle and smog, with enormous, piercing eyes. Through the powers of their creator they are able to remain invisible in the world, and may take any form when they so desire.


They are often the cause of the wariness that mortals share in their daily lives- That encroaching feeling that urges them to turn around with the notion that something is present. It comes often in times of darkness, when ashen clouds blanket the sky, and the hustle and bustle of daily life settles to a song of crickets.


They become so encapsulated by this apprehension that they turn, looking for a source. Their eyes scour the nooks and corners of their abodes, yet nothing presents itself. They turn to the windows, peering out to the drape of shadow that hangs over the glass pane. They dare not look for long. Instead, they return to their quarters, mocking themselves; reassured by their primitive senses. But the sensation will return, and they will follow the same procedure, for it is fear that preserves their life.


The natural form of the Kabalees is unkept, and those that could see this appearance would note an ashen smog of tendrils sweeping across the land. However, when the time comes to tear the world from the inside, it is the Kabalees that sew the seeds of destruction.


For Vaasek, tormenting the children of the light is the most rewarding of means. And through manipulation he will pit mortals against one another, taking advantage of their fears and desires, and banking on the desperate cries that reverberate from isolated walls.



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When the Kabalees take interest in an individual, they will present themselves as a creature of familiarity or grandeur in order to gain the favour of their target. From here, the creeping influence of Vaasek sets in as the individual is manipulated into attaining power. Typically, the Kabalees like to form cults, as it has been shown to be among the most influential of their tactics.


They will develop a very intricate story and aesthetic for their charade and will naturally draw the intrigue of mortals. Examples of this have been seen many times across the different lands that the Descendants have explored, among the ruins and remnants of past civilisations.


As power and fear sets in, this deadly combination spirals out of control as corruption sweeps across the land. An example of this manipulation can be seen in the story of the Meldamiriel, in which the Pale Stranger, a Kabalees, attempts to skew the events of the Druids.

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/151454-✓-elven-mythology-the-seed-well-and-the-meldamiriel/#comment-1430751


Throughout the ages and upon many worlds the same fate befalls those who come across the Kabalees. But for those less inclined to take direct action, they await a time known as The Call.



The Call


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(A sacrifice, a call. The Kabalees surround the man, depicted as Crows- a common choice for them)


When a beast is pressed against a wall, it will do everything in its power to fight against the looming threat of death. Indeed, as Vaasek has come to know, it is an indomitable will.


Among mortals, it is of particular note that they will sacrifice all notions of honour and decency in order to achieve continued life, and will stake everything to secure it. It is this recognition that Vaasek takes full advantage of, hungering on the misfortunes of Mortals.


When a man is at his wits end, and calls out to the Gods, Vaasek will intervene in his broad influence; for in every world and every town, there is a Kabalees awaiting the call.


In exchange for their wishes, they will be granted a contorted form of the thing they desire, and will have to offer up their soul so that Vaasek may add to his collection of lenses through which to view the world. When those indebted to Vaasek die, they are to become the shadows of his realm, forced to watch the monoliths of their world. Forced to watch the destruction they participated in play over in an endless loop.


An example of such feats can be seen here: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/166723-✓-seers-eyes-of-vaasek/?tab=comments#comment-1575106



Summary


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Vaasek is the Daemon of Fear, Desperation and Betrayal. He harbours the fear and desperation that he represents, and resigns himself to solitude in order to secure his own safety. He is fearful of the world because of a vision he had, in which he saw himself defeated at the hands of mortals.


It is for this reason that he harbours an intense hatred for them, and takes pleasure in witnessing their misery. Despite being incapable of speech or sight, he is able to see and communicate through the Kabalees themselves.


He instructs his minions to walk among mortals and either watch them or manipulate them, offering powers that are presented as beneficial, but ultimately end with corruption.


Vaasek himself never leaves his realm, and uses it as a collection of destroyed worlds from which to relive the past. When he is not partaking in such a macabre hobby, he is watching through the eyes of his many minions and servants.


The many "mortals" of the world that you may have already spoken with...

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