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=== Trespan, The Mourning Sage: Wisdom Soul of the Rent in the World-Cloth ===

It is said that when Trespan first came into being, birthed from the wisdom of Echthros, he looked to his father and spoke The Truth. His words were not recorded, or perhaps they were, but the Rip in the World-Cloth has long since consumed them. He was cursed then and there to suffer, to know exactly what he looked at, to see nothing but the truth, the most awful truth there was.

For the most part, Trespan appears as a youth on the cusp of manhood, with short hair, green as that of the Haltan. In imitation of his 'father,' however, Trespan's gaze is hollow and eyeless, constantly weeping dark blood. This is not to say he has no eyes. Indeed, the Mourning Sage regenerates them on a regular basis, and for a brief while he sees all things clearly. However, it is not long before gazing upon Malfeas or Creation drives him insane, and all he knows and sees is summed up in one gasp which tangles itself into a /Merodui), and he soon tears his newfound eyes from his sockets and casts them away, that he might instead continue to gaze upon Nothing, and be soothed by it. These cast-off eyes, in turn, slowly mend if they are not crushed under demonic feet (or hooves, or pseudopodia), and become the /Fasherai.

While thus blinded, Trespan is preternaturally calm, and there is such serenity in his gaze as to carry it across to others. His words are, above all, rational and well chosen, and few, mortal or Exalt, have the tenacity to question whatever course of action he should push for.

While maddened, however, he gibbers uncontrollably, spewing blasphemous truths about that which he sees, and attempts to destroy it for its faults. Only the order of the sorceror who summoned and bound him can prevent him from acting on this latter impulse. No geas, however, can prevent him from speaking ill of someone or something, however. Of course, the sorceror must first order Trespan not to blind himself, as otherwise he will quickly gouge out his own eyes to regain his senses. Doing so, however, is the surest way to gain his ire, and
that of his castaway children, the /Fasherai.

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<i>Changed the formatting slightly, any better? </i> - CorlanDashiva

YES! Thank you, thank you, thank you! For some reason this particular page just wouldn't format properly. - Mockery

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 It is said that when Trespan first came into being, birthed from the wisdom of Echthros, he looked to his father and spoke The Truth.  His words were not recorded, or perhaps they were, but the Rip in the World-Cloth has long since consumed them.  He was cursed then and there to suffer, to know exactly what he looked at, to see nothing but the truth, the most awful truth there was.
-For the most part, Trespan appears as a youth on the cusp of manhood, with short hair, green as that of the Haltan.  In imitation of his 'father,' however, Trespan's gaze is hollow and eyeless, constantly weeping dark blood.  This is not to say he has no eyes.  Indeed, the Mourning Sage regenerates them on a regular basis, and for a brief while he sees all things clearly.  However, it is not long before gazing upon Malfeas or Creation drives him insane, and all he knows and sees is summed up in one gasp which tangles itself into a[[Mockery/Trespan/Merodui]]), and he soon tears his newfound eyes from his sockets and casts them away, that he might instead continue to gaze upon Nothing, and be soothed by it.  These cast-off eyes, in turn, slowly mend if they are not crushed under demonic feet (or hooves, or pseudopodia), and become the[[Mockery/Trespan/Fasherai]].
+For the most part, Trespan appears as a youth on the cusp of manhood, with short hair, green as that of the Haltan.  In imitation of his 'father,' however, Trespan's gaze is hollow and eyeless, constantly weeping dark blood.  This is not to say he has no eyes.  Indeed, the Mourning Sage regenerates them on a regular basis, and for a brief while he sees all things clearly.  However, it is not long before gazing upon Malfeas or Creation drives him insane, and all he knows and sees is summed up in one gasp which tangles itself into a[[Mockery/Merodui]]), and he soon tears his newfound eyes from his sockets and casts them away, that he might instead continue to gaze upon Nothing, and be soothed by it.  These cast-off eyes, in turn, slowly mend if they are not crushed under demonic feet (or hooves, or pseudopodia), and become the[[Mockery/Fasherai]].
 While thus blinded, Trespan is preternaturally calm, and there is such serenity in his gaze as to carry it across to others.  His words are, above all, rational and well chosen, and few, mortal or Exalt, have the tenacity to question whatever course of action he should push for.
 While maddened, however, he gibbers uncontrollably, spewing blasphemous truths about that which he sees, and attempts to destroy it for its faults.  Only the order of the sorceror who summoned and bound him can prevent him from acting on this latter impulse.  No geas, however, can prevent him from speaking ill of someone or something, however.  Of course, the sorceror must first order Trespan not to blind himself, as otherwise he will quickly gouge out his own eyes to regain his senses.  Doing so, however, is the surest way to gain his ire, and
-that of his castaway children, the[[Mockery/Trespan/Fasherai]].
+that of his castaway children, the[[Mockery/Fasherai]].
 == Comments ==

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 It is said that when Trespan first came into being, birthed from the wisdom of Echthros, he looked to his father and spoke The Truth.  His words were not recorded, or perhaps they were, but the Rip in the World-Cloth has long since consumed them.  He was cursed then and there to suffer, to know exactly what he looked at, to see nothing but the truth, the most awful truth there was.
-For the most part, Trespan appears as a youth on the cusp of manhood, with short hair, green as that of the Haltan.  In imitation of his 'father,' however, Trespan's gaze is hollow and eyeless, constantly weeping dark blood.  This is not to say he has no eyes.  Indeed, the Mourning Sage regenerates them on a regular basis, and for a brief while he sees all things clearly.  However, it is not long before gazing upon Malfeas or Creation drives him insane, and all he knows and sees is summed up in one gasp which tangles itself into a Mockery/Trespan/Merodui), and he soon tears his newfound eyes from his sockets and casts them away, that he might instead continue to gaze upon Nothing, and be soothed by it.  These cast-off eyes, in turn, slowly mend if they are not crushed under demonic feet (or hooves, or pseudopodia), and become the Mockery/Trespan/Fasherai.
+For the most part, Trespan appears as a youth on the cusp of manhood, with short hair, green as that of the Haltan.  In imitation of his 'father,' however, Trespan's gaze is hollow and eyeless, constantly weeping dark blood.  This is not to say he has no eyes.  Indeed, the Mourning Sage regenerates them on a regular basis, and for a brief while he sees all things clearly.  However, it is not long before gazing upon Malfeas or Creation drives him insane, and all he knows and sees is summed up in one gasp which tangles itself into a[[Mockery/Trespan/Merodui]]), and he soon tears his newfound eyes from his sockets and casts them away, that he might instead continue to gaze upon Nothing, and be soothed by it.  These cast-off eyes, in turn, slowly mend if they are not crushed under demonic feet (or hooves, or pseudopodia), and become the[[Mockery/Trespan/Fasherai]].
 While thus blinded, Trespan is preternaturally calm, and there is such serenity in his gaze as to carry it across to others.  His words are, above all, rational and well chosen, and few, mortal or Exalt, have the tenacity to question whatever course of action he should push for.
 While maddened, however, he gibbers uncontrollably, spewing blasphemous truths about that which he sees, and attempts to destroy it for its faults.  Only the order of the sorceror who summoned and bound him can prevent him from acting on this latter impulse.  No geas, however, can prevent him from speaking ill of someone or something, however.  Of course, the sorceror must first order Trespan not to blind himself, as otherwise he will quickly gouge out his own eyes to regain his senses.  Doing so, however, is the surest way to gain his ire, and
-that of his castaway children, the Mockery/Trespan/Fasherai.
+that of his castaway children, the[[Mockery/Trespan/Fasherai]].
 == Comments ==

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 It is said that when Trespan first came into being, birthed from the wisdom of Echthros, he looked to his father and spoke The Truth.  His words were not recorded, or perhaps they were, but the Rip in the World-Cloth has long since consumed them.  He was cursed then and there to suffer, to know exactly what he looked at, to see nothing but the truth, the most awful truth there was.
-For the most part, Trespan appears as a youth on the cusp of manhood, with short hair, green as that of the Haltan.  In imitation of his 'father,' however, Trespan's gaze is hollow and eyeless, constantly weeping dark blood.  This is not to say he has no eyes.  Indeed, the Mourning Sage regenerates them on a regular basis, and for a brief while he sees all things clearly.  However, it is not long before gazing upon Malfeas or Creation drives him insane, and all he knows and sees is summed up in one gasp which tangles itself into a [[/Merodui]]), and he soon tears his newfound eyes from his sockets and casts them away, that he might instead continue to gaze upon Nothing, and be soothed by it.  These cast-off eyes, in turn, slowly mend if they are not crushed under demonic feet (or hooves, or pseudopodia), and become the [[/Fasherai]].
+For the most part, Trespan appears as a youth on the cusp of manhood, with short hair, green as that of the Haltan.  In imitation of his 'father,' however, Trespan's gaze is hollow and eyeless, constantly weeping dark blood.  This is not to say he has no eyes.  Indeed, the Mourning Sage regenerates them on a regular basis, and for a brief while he sees all things clearly.  However, it is not long before gazing upon Malfeas or Creation drives him insane, and all he knows and sees is summed up in one gasp which tangles itself into a Mockery/Trespan/Merodui), and he soon tears his newfound eyes from his sockets and casts them away, that he might instead continue to gaze upon Nothing, and be soothed by it.  These cast-off eyes, in turn, slowly mend if they are not crushed under demonic feet (or hooves, or pseudopodia), and become the Mockery/Trespan/Fasherai.
 While thus blinded, Trespan is preternaturally calm, and there is such serenity in his gaze as to carry it across to others.  His words are, above all, rational and well chosen, and few, mortal or Exalt, have the tenacity to question whatever course of action he should push for.
 While maddened, however, he gibbers uncontrollably, spewing blasphemous truths about that which he sees, and attempts to destroy it for its faults.  Only the order of the sorceror who summoned and bound him can prevent him from acting on this latter impulse.  No geas, however, can prevent him from speaking ill of someone or something, however.  Of course, the sorceror must first order Trespan not to blind himself, as otherwise he will quickly gouge out his own eyes to regain his senses.  Doing so, however, is the surest way to gain his ire, and
-that of his castaway children, the [[/Fasherai]].
+that of his castaway children, the Mockery/Trespan/Fasherai.
 == Comments ==