Uthlanga

Uthlanga, The Fen of Forking Paths

Where Kimbery and Laerad meet, dark waters rush out over cyclopean roots, there to descend into a morass of lush scarlet vegetation. This is Uthlanga, the trackless swamp. No straight paths exist in the mire of Uthlanga. Instead, all things multiply into a riot of torturous branches. Plants and beasts, roads and rivers, selves and souls, memories and destinies: all twist and fork into myriad coexistent realities. Few dare to enter the marsh that is Uthlanga, yet a multitude emerge from her depths, transformed and made many by her proliferating power. Quendalon

Possibility, Multiplicity, Permutation
Progeny Count: 2:1:0
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• Esclarmonde, Fetich Soul, the Ossuary of Freedom (FourWillowsWeeping)
  Somewhere within the swamp of Uthlanga, there is a yard filled with crystalline bones, the bones of choices. Esclarmonde takes these choices from those who summon his presence, in exchange for the inscrutable services that only he and his lesser souls can offer.
  • Scevola, Expressive Soul, the Cartographer of the Cage - FourWillowsWeeping
    As Makarios travels west of the Between-Worlds Tower, the Lake of Coins rotates around it in reflection of his movement, winding or unwinding the landscape in anticipation of his return. So it is with all the souls of the Yozis; their movements reshape their prison in direct or indirect ways. There are places in the demon realm that even disappear when their Second Circle wardens are summoned and bound. The naked youth, Scevola, understands the changes of the cage, and by gazing upon the landscape through the vision of a blue-eyed mortal, he can determine the whereabouts of any demon who is currently present in Malfeas.
    In fear that Scevola will create a map which lays out these movements for Unquestionable and commoner alike to see, as is his ultimate dream, his progenitor has encased his hands in molten-glass gloves which prevent him from lifting a pen or handling parchments. These are also Scevla's weapons, and if need be the glass will extend to protect vulnerable parts of the youth's body.

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I like Esclarmonde, but I must wonder... just what are these inscrutable services? Of course I can invent them for myself, but no brilliant notions have come to nest in my brain. I must know! - Quendalon