Good work YOU (by which I mean ME, and all of US). Because Reality is BACK baby!
Since you (we) closed that Reality Breach, the SquidBrawl has stabilized. Causality has cracked back into place and time has a linear flow! Now we can finally make decisions again.
However, the situation, though stable, is also DISASTEROUS!
The Seraphormer, my (our) para-reality, and deeply-shrouded engine of souls in a situation that I would describe as borked.
The Demon-Engine is compromised! This is a coagulator of a vile supernatural fluid composed of Quileth harvested from the many layers of Uud and brought here by the bone ships of the LichJammer Captains. Now its leaking Demon Fluid everywhere! That's maybe the worst kind of leak you could possibly have.
The Atman-Engines are cold! These Hyper-Future Techno-Cores held in the void outside the central Seraphormer provide the sacred code which allows us to shape souls! The Atman Engines live at a vastly accelerated time. The longer they stay cold, the harder they will be to start up again!
The Imaginary Suns are out! Stolen from the minds of dreaming gods long ago, these suns provide power for the whole Seraphormer! We are working on residual power for now, but without them, nothing else will work for very long!
And worst of all, the Delusion engine is off! The Delusion Engine maintains the shroud of unlikelihood around the Pocket-Realm which holds the Seraphormer, AND it sends a cognitive field out into every layer of Uud which prevents any intelligent being from even considering that we might exist!
That means SHE, Yggsrathaal, the mother of Entropic Wyrms, the destroyer of Esh and our, and I can't emphasize this enough, really extremely NUMBER ONE ENEMY can deduce and perceive our existence! The longer the Delusion Engine stays down, the more chance there is that she will!
Most of our communal mind is still totally barmy from the Reality Incursion - useless, or even dangerous.
But don't worry! I pulled together literally everyone, and everything, sane and self-aware that I could find. Yes there are only four of them, but arguably this makes them our ELITE TEAM!
Our “Elite” Team!
(Literally anyone we could grab who seemed (relatively) sane).
Fury-Warded
"Deep do I dive into that malign typhoon of the undigested damned."
A Demon-Shielded Quileth-Stoker-Founder inside an engine suit of blackened iron plates etched in pearl with interlocking warding glyphs with a rumbling engine core and a demon-grasping tri-fingered claw hand which opens to reveal a holy Quileth Vacuum trap. Just visible beneath the demon-scarring are the pearl-etched words “Burt do I Burn”. Fury-Warded is arguably slightly morally corroded from their endless bathing in, and wresting with, the raw ichor of trapped demons, but you can't fault them for willpower! Also, they are massive and have combat claw.
Five 60 Six-Six-Six Reoccurring
"Looks like it's time.. for a hyper-fix!"
A massively multiply-armed, gibbon-bodied ULTRA-REPAIRER FOUNDER. 5-60's long and gawky self-built body-suit has wild tool-handed arms, that expand into MORE ARMS, which then expand into EVEN MORE ARMS. Somewhat wild and whacky, 5-60 can climb almost anywhere and repair almost any piece of hyper-tech with anything they can find. Combat capacity - QUESTIONABLE. Mental Stability - DON'T ASK. However, for invention, personal courage and sheer can-do attitude, nothing can beat them!
Grailogos - Multi-Founder Consciousness
"My calculations cannot be comprehended by singular minds."
Grailogos is a supremely crystalline and gracile intellectual Atman-Coder founder. Their robed ceramic body supports a magnificent huge, glowing-blue fishtank head occupied by three individual Founders linked in mutually-supportive group consciousness. Grailogos can "decode" aspects of non-founder reality into glowing multicolored cubes that float around, and which they can then 're-code' into specific para-reality effects and raw substances. Somewhat abstracted and speaking in a polyphonic chorus-song, Grailogos sometimes disagrees with themselves in times of stress.
Somo-Omos - The Uncertain One
"I am, but know not what I am."
A quantumly-uncertain Founder who guards and operates the Delusion Engine. Somo-Omos occupies a Founder-body which looks as if it were made of mirrors and strange visual projections. Their form is hard to precisely perceive as if they were a walking Kaleidoscope. Somo-Omos is always shifting their color and state within the projecting body and these projections are continually flowing across the surfaces of that form like a cubist impression of a technicolor cuttlefish. Somo-Omos can simulate other forms and identities, become near-invisible, and even "shift" through perceptually-solid objects. They are also in the middle of a massive, and endlessly-looping identity crisis and must often be reminded of exactly who they are.
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