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Maanzecorian

Head of The Alhoon Science Division, and prestigious leader in The Illithid Empire. Close personal friend of Emperor Illsensine, once upon a time.
Early Life
Maanzecorian, Zecorian to most, was always a bright mind. They say that to beings whose stepsteps are measured in chapters of history, purpose finds them hard and finds them fast. This is no different for him. His was to ask, and ask, and ask. Born into the age of light, Zecorian spent lifetimes learning all he could --- across worlds, dimensions, and entire arms of the Illithid Empire. Zecorian pondered the laws of attraction, the manipulation of energies, the development of the young races and what makes the tapestry of the Empire so vibrant and different. What we all bring to the table and how we are best to prosper. Maanzecorian is unbridled curiosity, a collection of run-on sentences, and was always a bright (if not controversial) mind at court.

Illsensine took a shining to Maanzecorian as soon as he heard Zecorian managed to make enemies of a Stellar Papacy for pointing out their "hell" was just a collapsed star. One that, in fact may very well link to another "hell" somewhere else in the astral sea. They weren't condemning their heretics, they were booking them a passage and making them explorers. The theologists demanded a formal apology from Maanzecorian and threatened to have his head --- things were looking scandalous --- if not for, as the story goes, booming laughter came from Illsensine's throne.

"This is no way to treat the court of our empire, and no way to treat my newest friend."

Maanzecorian became court scientist to the Emperor soon after.
To Serve The Empire
"Zecorian, I want you to lead it. No one else.....well, they probably can but I don't want them to."

Who is anyone to turn down the Emperor of Eternity? Who is anyone to turn down their best friend?

Maanzecorian was appointed head of the Alhoon Science Division towards the end of the Age of Light. He took over the role from Illsensine himself, who found himself distracted by reports at the boundaries of the Empire and a growing discontent with the Gith. Zecorian's stewardship was remembered, in this era, as a step down for the division. No longer the Emperor's favorite kids, and forced to be headed up by the Empire's Uncle, as it were.

However, Maanzecorian's experiments and pushes were prodigious in this era. The last shining of the Age of Light is often all attributed to Illsensine's leadership, but it was Maanzecorian who developed the Nautiloid Dimension Engine, and the Glass Pearl Ships. He had unlimited resources, and the full backing of his best friend. The two would discuss the philosophy of their findings together, and walk the Euclyedes Gardens at the Palace of Eternity together piecing together hypotheticals of creation. The Empire grew the last it ever did while blazing ground no one knew was there.

Maanzecorian's contributions, through the Alhoons, was nothing short of legendary.

Of course, the Age of light did end, and the Entropic Dynasty changed everything.
To Save the Empire
For further reading on the Cultural Effects of the dread plague Entropy, please refer to that article and the article on The Illithid Empire.

Zecorian watched Entropy infect his best friend. No one knows how it happened, or when, or the particulars, but it is whispered lore that the two were together when Illsensine fell victim to Grey Goodbye. When Illsensine developed...his method, Maanzecorian protested. There was a fight. It only hurt more when Zecorian had to undergo it as well. Whatever happened, the results of these first few years of the Entropic Dynasty were clear. The two were business partners, not friends. Their methods could differ wildly as the Illsensine kept the empire together with his bloody bare hands, but their goals were the same. Stop Entropy. Save the Empire.

Maanzecorian fell into a depressive rage that lasted years. More and more dead ends in his research, worlds lost, and death tolls skyrocketed. Desperation set in. The numbers got worse. Logos reported that extinction was on the table, and his methods started to reflect that grim endpoint. Vivisections, genetic tests, breeding experiments, conditioning, all of it was on the table. None of it was working. So, try harder. Try again.

Then the scouting team found something new. Something hidden. Something...promising. Something he could take to his former friend. There was, for the first time in hundreds of years, hope. A sick, desparate, costly, barbarous hope. But hope nonetheless.
Current Status
Saving your lives.
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Current Residence
Parodia
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Palid
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