The Doorkeepers
Date: 2077-07-22
Entry # 1247
It appeared in the observation chamber, not through the door, but simply fading into existence, as if the very air had coalesced into its form. It was tall, impossibly thin, its skin the color of polished obsidian, its head a smooth, featureless ovoid that reflected the flickering lights of the lab.
I froze, my hand hovering over the alarm panel. But it didn't seem hostile. It simply stood there, observing, its featureless face turning slowly as if to take in every detail of the lab. Then, it looked at me. There were no eyes, no mouth, but I felt its gaze, a weight, a pressure, a sense of being assessed.
I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. It raised a long, slender hand, and a strange, cool sensation washed over me.
“Tampering with forces you cannot comprehend,” my own inner voice whispered to me, “Darkness that will consume this world, hunger that cannot be sated.”
I stammered, tried to explain, to justify our research, the promise of a better future. But the voice, it cut through me and carried away my strength.
“Has occurred countless times,” it said, its thoughts a whirlwind of images, swirling nebulae, cities of light, creatures of breathtaking beauty and terrifying strangeness. Every vision faded into darkness as quickly as it came, and with the darkness came an almost unbearable sadness. “Always ended the same. Will always end the same.”
I asked who it was, what it was.
“Warning, undeserved. Last chance.”
Then, as quickly as it had appeared, it faded, a ripple in the air, leaving behind only a faint scent of ozone and a silence that was more deafening than the hum of the lab.
I didn’t report it. Thorne would dismiss it as a hallucination, a side effect of the A-energy. He’d have me removed from the project, labeled a fool. I have to keep working, to try and understand, to find a way to control this power before before the darkness it warned of comes for us all.
We have opened a door, and something is listening on the other side.

History
The Doorkeepers are enigmatic entities who walk the liminal spaces between countless realities, their existence a whispered legend amongst the few who have glimpsed their otherworldly presence. They are a chosen few, individuals plucked from the brink of death and remade, bound by a purpose that transcends comprehension.They have wandered from world to world for as long as time, leaving only the scarcest of traces. Their feats have been attributed to gods and innumerable types of supernatural entities.
There is no discernible pattern to their selection, aside from the fact that all are chosen at the moment of their deaths. Their souls, instead of passing on to their respective afterlives, are drawn into a realm between worlds, a space of swirling energies and the echoes of countless realities.
Within this liminal space, their souls are encased in remade bodies. These new vessels are shaped from a resilient, semi-organic material that is incredibly durable and capable of adapting to the diverse environments of the realities they will traverse.
This is not without cost, however. Doorkeepers retain their personalities but lose their memories during the process. Once reborn they are imbued with a new purpose to safeguard the gateways between realities, to prevent unauthorized crossings, and to maintain the delicate balance that prevents a catastrophic bleed between worlds. This purpose is not a command, but an instinct, a part of their very being that they cannot ignore.
Thoth v.7.3 - File 'Apotheosis - Cycle 0.txt'
I awoke upon a slab table of obsidian glass, surrounded by the desiccated remains of flowers and herbs. Someone had placed a heavy, gold plated sword upon my chest.
I do not remember who I am. Should this bother me? I feel as though it should, but i remain unconcerned. it is as if some unseen force is calming me. I can feel it at times- a strange, distant sensation that lingers at the edge of my senses like a warm cloak. Whenever I start to feel panic growing, it flows away from me, replaced with a soft peace.
The place I awoke confuses me. The structure I found myself within is old, abandoned, and dark. The air carries the scent of old decay, and thick motes of dust dance in the air. It has been a very long time since anyone or anything walked these halls.
My resting place seems to be the focal point of this structure. A single hallway curves upwards, flanked on both sides by several antechambers.
Within each antechamber sit banks of dead computer consoles, their screens cracked, their keyboards covered in a thick layer of dust. (Why do I know what a computer is? Is there any reason to what I can and cannot recall?)
There seems to be no power anywhere, so the question is moot. After searching thoroughly, I ventured outside.
This place was built atop a hill overlooking a vast city. Dead now. No light. motion, or sound. Even the wind has left this place. I look up at the sky, and there is nothing there but darkness. No sun, no stars. It is very cold. I can feel it, muted and distant, and it does not seem to affect me.
I have retreated back into the structure for now. The dark sky bothers me. I should not be able to see anything, as nothing remains to cast light. I still feel... muted, in some strange way. I have the vague feeling that some tiny part of me is panicking, screaming in madness at what is occurring, but this feeling never seems to reach my conscious mind.
It has been a few hours now, I think. I do not feel hungry or thirsty, though I see no way to survive here once (if?) that becomes an issue. Supplies in the city below, perhaps? I hesitate to venture far from my place of awakening, though. The city bothers me as much as the sky.
Something is very wrong. Something I cannot give words to. I will remain here for now. and wait. If anyone finds this note and my body, well... To be honest. I'm fairly certain I'm the only living thing left.
I do not remember who I am. Should this bother me? I feel as though it should, but i remain unconcerned. it is as if some unseen force is calming me. I can feel it at times- a strange, distant sensation that lingers at the edge of my senses like a warm cloak. Whenever I start to feel panic growing, it flows away from me, replaced with a soft peace.
The place I awoke confuses me. The structure I found myself within is old, abandoned, and dark. The air carries the scent of old decay, and thick motes of dust dance in the air. It has been a very long time since anyone or anything walked these halls.
My resting place seems to be the focal point of this structure. A single hallway curves upwards, flanked on both sides by several antechambers.
Within each antechamber sit banks of dead computer consoles, their screens cracked, their keyboards covered in a thick layer of dust. (Why do I know what a computer is? Is there any reason to what I can and cannot recall?)
There seems to be no power anywhere, so the question is moot. After searching thoroughly, I ventured outside.
This place was built atop a hill overlooking a vast city. Dead now. No light. motion, or sound. Even the wind has left this place. I look up at the sky, and there is nothing there but darkness. No sun, no stars. It is very cold. I can feel it, muted and distant, and it does not seem to affect me.
I have retreated back into the structure for now. The dark sky bothers me. I should not be able to see anything, as nothing remains to cast light. I still feel... muted, in some strange way. I have the vague feeling that some tiny part of me is panicking, screaming in madness at what is occurring, but this feeling never seems to reach my conscious mind.
It has been a few hours now, I think. I do not feel hungry or thirsty, though I see no way to survive here once (if?) that becomes an issue. Supplies in the city below, perhaps? I hesitate to venture far from my place of awakening, though. The city bothers me as much as the sky.
Something is very wrong. Something I cannot give words to. I will remain here for now. and wait. If anyone finds this note and my body, well... To be honest. I'm fairly certain I'm the only living thing left.
Duties of a Doorkeeper
The primary function of a Doorkeeper is to monitor and, when necessary, seal the gateways between worlds. They can sense the opening of new portals, the weakening of dimensional barriers, and the presence of entities attempting to cross over. They guide those who have accidentally stumbled through a gateway back to their home realities and prevent malicious entities from invading new worlds.When a reality faces an existential threat, a Doorkeeper might choose to intervene, subtly influencing events, whispering warnings to those with the wisdom to listen, or guiding individuals towards a path that might avert catastrophe. This intervention is always a delicate balance, as their direct involvement could have unforeseen and potentially devastating consequences. Direct intervention is very rare, and only undertaken against threats against existence itself.
Most Doorkeepers were wanderers, scholars, or adventurers in their past lives. When not serving their primary purpose, most engage in similar hobbies to their past lives. Some observe civilizations, record their histories, and witness the rise and fall of empires, their accumulated wisdom a library of cosmic proportions. Some become artists, masters of countless vocations over their unending lives.
Thoth v.7.3 - File 'Apotheosis - Cycle 3.txt'
It has been several days now and I have not yet perished. (a short sentence has been scratched out. Only the first word is legible- "Obviously")
While this does mean that I have no pressing need to leave this place, I will admit that I am not immune to boredom. I was able to find a mirror. I do not recognize the being that stares back at me. I have included an illustration for sake of posterity.
(An amateur sketch takes up the next page. It seems to be of a slim, jackal-headed woman in golden armor. She is carrying a sword and a wooden staff.)
Tomorrow I will venture down into the city. I have gathered up what little objects of seeming import and will bring them with me. The sword is dull, clearly more of a ceremonial tool of some sort, but I'm hoping its mere appearance will be deterrent enough. Deterrent from what, I'm not sure, but I assume it is wise to be prepared for as many eventualities as I can.
Gear and Equipment
The Veilweave
Woven from the threads of reality itself, this cloak allows a Doorkeeper to blend into their surroundings, to become almost invisible to mortal eyes, and to pass through solid objects as if they were mere shadows, allowing them to witness events without altering their course.The Keystone
Each Doorkeeper carries an amulet, a crystalline shard that resonates with the energy of a specific gateway. This amulet acts as a key, allowing them to open, close, and seal portals, and to sense the flow of energy across dimensional boundaries.The Staff of Echoes
This staff, crafted from the petrified wood of a tree that grew between worlds, can be used to absorb and redirect energy, to create temporary shields, and to project illusions or whispers into the minds of those who threaten the balance. It is a tool of defense, used only when a gateway is threatened or a reality is on the brink of collapse.The Star-Chart Codex
A handheld device of polished obsidian, the Star-Chart Codex is a living map of all existence, its surface displaying a swirling nebula of interconnected realities, each a tiny spark of light in an endless void. It allows a Doorkeeper to navigate the spaces between worlds, to identify gateways, and to track the movements of extra-dimensional threats.

Such a cool idea, and well executed too! It feels like such a treat to not just get to see them in action, but also get a good idea of how these mysterious entities work.
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