The Apotheosis of Wesri

Celestial / Cosmic

Harnessing the power of the Musubi Well, Wesri not only prevented an incomprehensible cataclysm, but achieved divinity and begun humanity's war against the Elders.

The war between the Seers and Despoilers had split Tonad in twain as long as any mortal could remember. Their clashes were frequent and destructive, changing and destroying the very landscape in the wake of their armies. Yet, they still desired to take and hold lands, seemingly for their resources. If their destructive capabilities were this great while being restrained for the sake of the land, so thought Wesri, what could be accomplished if... unrestrained?   The Musubi Well was a leyline nexus in eastern Tonad potent enough to spawn scores of Kami, slivers of extradimensional power crystallized into conscious forms. These spirits had no interest in allying themselves with the Seers or Despoilers, desiring only to defend the source of their life, the Well. Their power and fearlessness made the prospect of simply destroying them to access the Well's power an expensive one, even for the Elders. As likely to leave themselves weak and vulnerable to their enemies as to succeed, the Well and the Kami were largely ignored by the Elders. But if Wesri could trick the Elders into thinking that their enemies were intent on securing it, they would surely go to extreme lengths to prevent it. A few carved obsidian sigils and "lost" missives written in the Seer tongue were enough to instigate both sides into deploying overwhelming force.   As each army marched upon the Well, the local Kami fought savagely to defend the source of their being. Obsidian-clad Despoilers and nearly intangible Seers were cut down with equal ease by the gossamer blades and claws of the Kami. Entire regiments were broken or obliterated as salvos of roiling energies taken from the Well rained upon the Elders. Had only one of the armies arrived, the Kami may well have turned them back with their ferocity and power. Alas, the Kami were slowly overwhelmed by the separate forces of the Elders, beaten back ever closer to the Well.   As the Elders approached the Well, they began to suppress the extradimensional force that sustained the Kami, sealing the Well's power within itself. Now unable to escape into the environment, the Well's energies could no longer sustain the already ailing spirits, allowing the Elders to destroy what resistance was left and granting access to the Well itself. Here the Elders' wrath was unleashed upon each other; the Despoilers raised pillars of dark, jagged obsidian from the very earth before shattering them, drowning the battlefield in purple-black glass and the smell of sulfur. Seers extended milky tendrils from the soul-stuff that composed their bodies, reaching into and shattering the minds of those that stood before them.   As the battle raged, both sides moved towards the Well, intent on gaining control over its power to end the battle. Wesri saw her opportunity unveil itself. She instructed the small, elite group of mages she had brought with her to pervert the Elders' attempt to drew upon the Well. With the of the Aeons accessible from the Well, further enhanced by the energy the seal had prevented it from discharging, the arcane backlash ought to destroy both armies. This same power could be used to shield Wesri and her magi from the brunt of the blast.   Alas, it was far, far too much to ask of anyone present. As the Elders broke the seal, every mage on the battlefield attempted to synchronize their minds with those of the Aeons on the other side. The proximity of the Aeons to the Well was greater than most ley-nexi; This, combined with the accumulated energies, the mass tapping of their power, and the intentional sabotage from Wesri and her entourage brought the bodies and minds of the Aeons into contact with our world for a fraction of an instant.   The results were immediate.   The very world descended into fundamental chaos. All rules of reality as we knew it were obliterated, replaced with the pandemonic whims and contradictory laws of beings whose sheer scale could shatter the minds of gods. A shockwave exploded outwards from the Well, changing the world in ways incomprehensible to any mortal mind. It screamed into the minds of some and was silent to others. Trees in the area were cut from their stumps by a gale sharper than any blade. Some fell as sanity said they ought, but they were vanishingly few. Many flew off into the horizon, others ascended into the heavens as the effects of gravity were turned on their head. Most fell, but not in any direction; A few fell cold. Others fell purple or masculine.   Every mind seeking to synchronize with the powers within the well was irrevocably shattered. The fortunate were killed outright, psyche and body alike obliterated under the strain of an uber-consciousness. The rest, those with minds strong enough to resist total destruction, were instantly Consumed. These newly made eidolons of aeonic will immediately began to sink the fabric of our reality ever closer to the Aeons, their very presence eating away at the barrier between the Well and the god-minds.   Only Wesri, saved by a premonition of danger just before the seal was opened, survived attempting to tap the Well. As a second shockwave began to disintegrate the world near the Well, Wesri heard the remnants of the Kami whispering to her. Born of the Aeons as they may be, they had no desire to allow a hole in Yernal to be torn. They told her that they could lend her what remained of their power, enough to seal the wound in the world if she could but touch the Well. Here, Wesri's martial and magical skill, combined with the power of the Kami, transformed her into a silver-wreathed sliver, racing against the third shockwave that threatened to plunge this section of the world wholly into the being of an Aeon.   Pushing through air thick with insanity, Wesri grasped at the core of the Well. Even as her very being began to dissolve, both what remained of the Kami's power and her own will were channeled toward sealing the Well once again. Just as the third shockwave began to erupt, its ruinous power imploded, collapsing back into the Well as the breach in reality was closed. Wesri had but a fraction of a second to appreciate her success before the energies of the God-Realms fell upon her.   By all rights, Wesri ought to have been obliterated; her form and ego utterly destroyed, warped into another Consumed, or simply subsumed by the ur-minds of the Aeons. And yet, she remained. The lent power of the Kami, the Well's own power, the strength of Wesri's will and quintessence, and the simple magnitude of her deed elevated her very being. While her mind remained as it was, her body became a mutable, protean thing, formed wholly of her elevated essence and bound only by the laws of her will. Stepping out of the Well, empyrean eyes observed the Consumed that wandered the surrounding fields for but a moment before they were struck down, almost unconsciously, by argent blade or bow. As the field was cleared of the abominations, humanity's leader was not lost but replaced with their first true goddess.