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=== Azhar, Who Tells of Great Things, Third Circle Soul of Zuratha === | === Azhar, Who Tells of Great Things, Third Circle Soul of Zuratha === | ||
Zuratha once knew what he was, and what was within him. Boundless stretches and tracts of his body were full of wonders, natural and hidden, material and spiritual. Zuratha cannot find these things any more, but Azhar still speaks of them. Once, it was his purpose to extoll the glories of Zuratha who holds the Wyld at bay; now, it is his duty to tell of all the things that are in the tunnels of his master, and to entice victims into him. Azhar walks the places of Malfeas and speaks of the great treasures, the delights, and most of all the ways out of the demon city, that are within Zuratha, and the unwary are coaxed into his endless corridors. Azhar and his souls, when they are in creation, attempt to convince the living of the same, the endless wonders and glories that are within his bounds. All of this is false, of course; Zuratha's body holds nothing but empty mockery, but Azhar knows nothing of this and he cannot accept that Zuratha's diminishment is anything but superficial. He feels that he is not luring victims to their deaths, but rather bargaining for their aid, feeling as he does that to expose Zuratha to the true-felt purpose of the living, he might restore the yozi's own sense. He is thus Zuratha's hope, his dreams and wishes doomed to failure. The living are vastly beneath the primordial, and their petty ambitions only drive him further into despair, but Azhar continues to try. He appears as a preternaturally beautiful pillar of Malfean brass etched with tales of wonder, balanced on spider legs inset with every gem that the world holds, and many that it does not; when he speaks, the whole column resonates with a deep bass. He can find sorcerors what they need, and will gladly help them, but the sorcerer he deals with may find that what they receive is not quite what they intended; mystical artifacts produce illusions only, new worlds are barren. Azhar cannot recognize that he has failed his masters when this occurs. | Zuratha once knew what he was, and what was within him. Boundless stretches and tracts of his body were full of wonders, natural and hidden, material and spiritual. Zuratha cannot find these things any more, but Azhar still speaks of them. Once, it was his purpose to extoll the glories of Zuratha who holds the Wyld at bay; now, it is his duty to tell of all the things that are in the tunnels of his master, and to entice victims into him. Azhar walks the places of Malfeas and speaks of the great treasures, the delights, and most of all the ways out of the demon city, that are within Zuratha, and the unwary are coaxed into his endless corridors. Azhar and his souls, when they are in creation, attempt to convince the living of the same, the endless wonders and glories that are within his bounds. All of this is false, of course; Zuratha's body holds nothing but empty mockery, but Azhar knows nothing of this and he cannot accept that Zuratha's diminishment is anything but superficial. He feels that he is not luring victims to their deaths, but rather bargaining for their aid, feeling as he does that to expose Zuratha to the true-felt purpose of the living, he might restore the yozi's own sense. He is thus Zuratha's hope, his dreams and wishes doomed to failure. The living are vastly beneath the primordial, and their petty ambitions only drive him further into despair, but Azhar continues to try. He appears as a preternaturally beautiful pillar of Malfean brass etched with tales of wonder, balanced on spider legs inset with every gem that the world holds, and many that it does not; when he speaks, the whole column resonates with a deep bass. He can find sorcerors what they need, and will gladly help them, but the sorcerer he deals with may find that what they receive is not quite what they intended; mystical artifacts produce illusions only, new worlds are barren. Azhar cannot recognize that he has failed his masters when this occurs. | ||
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Azhar, Who Tells of Great Things, Third Circle Soul of Zuratha
Zuratha once knew what he was, and what was within him. Boundless stretches and tracts of his body were full of wonders, natural and hidden, material and spiritual. Zuratha cannot find these things any more, but Azhar still speaks of them. Once, it was his purpose to extoll the glories of Zuratha who holds the Wyld at bay; now, it is his duty to tell of all the things that are in the tunnels of his master, and to entice victims into him. Azhar walks the places of Malfeas and speaks of the great treasures, the delights, and most of all the ways out of the demon city, that are within Zuratha, and the unwary are coaxed into his endless corridors. Azhar and his souls, when they are in creation, attempt to convince the living of the same, the endless wonders and glories that are within his bounds. All of this is false, of course; Zuratha's body holds nothing but empty mockery, but Azhar knows nothing of this and he cannot accept that Zuratha's diminishment is anything but superficial. He feels that he is not luring victims to their deaths, but rather bargaining for their aid, feeling as he does that to expose Zuratha to the true-felt purpose of the living, he might restore the yozi's own sense. He is thus Zuratha's hope, his dreams and wishes doomed to failure. The living are vastly beneath the primordial, and their petty ambitions only drive him further into despair, but Azhar continues to try. He appears as a preternaturally beautiful pillar of Malfean brass etched with tales of wonder, balanced on spider legs inset with every gem that the world holds, and many that it does not; when he speaks, the whole column resonates with a deep bass. He can find sorcerors what they need, and will gladly help them, but the sorcerer he deals with may find that what they receive is not quite what they intended; mystical artifacts produce illusions only, new worlds are barren. Azhar cannot recognize that he has failed his masters when this occurs.
