The Eschaton’s Toil, Part IV: The Monomyth’s Prison

Armed with the gifts of the constellations – Umbrael’s concealing cloak and Ulgar’s hammer and chisel – the adventurers set to work. Using the chisel, they carved paths through the crystalline walls of their prison in adherence to instinct and heroic pluck. Those who could not find a foe to rally against or friend to join with found themselves nudged along by the measure of Peripleko’s exacting eye, ensuring every advantage for Sapience’s original champions. The prison, though formidable, yielded to the persistent strikes of Ulgar’s tools, allowing Sapience’s defenders to gather in one place after proving triumphant against the ominous doppelgangers on the other edge of the cosmos. The Mejevsavelnel once more intervened, and with a final surge of stellar power, the constellation of Averroes shattered the remaining bonds of the prison, freeing the adventurers from their confinement – and casting them once more into the monomyth’s destructive path.

The monomyth, weakened but not defeated, remained. It lashed out, crystallising the remaining entranced denizens who had survived the initial catastrophe to heal itself. Tendrils of starlight lanced outward, drawing luminous threads of energy from the imprisoned, their crystalline prisons flaring with borrowed radiance. Understanding the source of the monomyth’s restorative power, adventurers swiftly freed the remaining captives, depriving the entity of its sustenance. Determined to unravel its myths once and for all, Sapience struck once more with blinding, concerted fury.

Brilliant starlight returned to the Empyreal Vault as the entity dispersed underneath an avalanche of heroic strikes, its stories untangled, its borrowed power returned to the cosmos.

In the aftermath of the battle, one last, crucial development made itself clear. A familiar voice spoke then, noting “there remained one last matter.” Effervescent starlight coalesced as a shining staff that hovered into the grip of one of the previously entranced individuals – a young woman named Rashemi. Initially slack and vacant, her expression slowly eased until humane expressiveness returned, allowing her to control her actions again. Confusion and enlightenment warred upon her face as she came to her senses, her fingers curling around the sidereal implement entrusted into her care.

Rashemi, a distant relative of the famed wizard Hycanthus, explained that she had been sorting through his estate when she was drawn into the sidereal trance. She did not know the magic that now surged through her or of the events that had transpired, though she exhibited mastery over those forces all the same. As she spoke, it became clear that Averroes had bestowed upon her the wisdom to understand and control these newfound powers as a parting gift to mortals with the capacity for similar sorcery.

“It is the will of Wise Averroes that I propagate a better understanding of the Mejevsavelnel as the price for their aid,” she declared. “The myths must blaze anew – and the world needs guidance with… whatever it is that makes my eyes feel so damnably itchy!”

Rashemi, now the Heiress of Averroes’s wisdom, announced her intention to establish an order of scholars dedicated to teaching the ways of the stars and guiding others in the safe use of this new cosmic magic. She invited those who felt an affinity to the cosmos to join her, promising to share the knowledge she had been granted.

Thus, from the chaos of the Eschaton’s Creation and the near-catastrophe at the Fractal Bloom, the Siderealists were born. The ancient art of Crystalism, once lost to the ages, was reborn, fueled by the celestial energies that now permeated existence. Astranomia, the manipulation of cosmic power, became a tangible discipline guided by the wisdom of Averroes and the teachings of Rashemi. Once a mere scholarly pursuit, Ostension gained new strength as a collective understanding of the myths and legends of the Mejevsavelnel gained new definitions.

The future, once uncertain, now held the promise of exploration, discovery, and the boundless potential of the stars.

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 12th of Ivolnos, in the year 9 AC.