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Emet-Selch ⬤ Final Fantasy XIV
residential district ⬤ Level 2 (TBD)
moonblessing ⬤ Cordis (moth)

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[codecmoment]

[ ... what the hell does "potency" mean in this context... ]

I did, yeah. You make it sound like a utopia.

[sassian]

It was a Utopia, yes. But, alas, it did not last the eons that it could have. A calamity came upon us.

A mysterious phenomenon turned our powers of creation against us. It spread throughout the world, causing our peoples darkest fears to be given form, rather than the wonders we wished to manifest.

Soon we were beset be horrible beats, rivers of blood, fire raining from the skies. Our whole star and all of her people were on the brink of annihilation.

[codecmoment]

[ Well, big world-ending calamities happen now and then - the meteor, the ice age, the Black Plague, the current climate crisis... ]

How come you're alive, then?

[sassian]

Because we managed to save what was left of it, at least temporarily. Using every bit of strength we could muster, we of the Convocation of Fourteen--thirteen of us, anyway--called fourth the greatest Creation of all: Zodiark, the very will of our star given form!

[He paused his narration, one hand outstretched, waiting for Hal's reaction]

[codecmoment]

Your planet was sentient?

[ Hal just blinks at him. Though, magic and such... why not, right? Like Captain Planet or something from anime. ]

[sassian]

Just so. We called on Zodiark to save our world from utter destruction, and so He did. We called upon Him again to restore the ruin that had been made of nature, and it was done. Such was His power.

[codecmoment]

Then why are you in a cloned body?

[sassian]

[Sigh]

I will get to that, presently. I told you before, it is a long story.

[codecmoment]

Sorry.

[ He leans back slightly and curls himself up, becoming smaller. ]

[sassian]

[Emet-Selch took a sip of his latte, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.]

Zodiark was powerful, and despite all he had done for us, for our very star, there were those who feared His power. They called forth another, equal and opposite to Him: Hydaelyn

[He pronounced the name with utter contempt, a dark expression worn on his features.]

[codecmoment]

[ This sounds political. ]

So did they fight?

[sassian]

They did. But Hydaelyn had a special power: the power to divide Her foes. Strength stature, soul, all aspects are divided by Her power. And She struck Zodiark and divided Him not into two, but into fourteen.

Ah, but Zodiark was our very star given form! And so it was not just He who was Sundered, but the very star and all of its life...Including what few of our people who remained. Only three of us, myself included, survived the Sundering intact.

[codecmoment]

[ Oh.

... oh.

Hal reaches out to put a hand on his arm. ]

You're lonely.

[sassian]

[He looked at Hal's hand on his arm and sighed again, a soft sad sigh, this time.]

Yes, I am. What was left of my people... were not even recognizable as such. Fractured as they were, they more resembled worms writhing on paving-stones after the rain than they did the people they once had been.

They lacked strength, intellect, aether... They could not even remember who they once had been. All they had was the vaguest sense that there had once been a better world.

[codecmoment]

[ Hmm. He's heard this kind of speech from shadowy organizations and people thinking they're doing the world a favor. ]

[sassian]

Zodiark, weakened as he was, was banished to the moon. Those three of us who remained Un-sundered set out to undo the devastation that had been wrought by Hydaelyn. We would reunite the shards to the source, and thus heal not only Zodiark, but all the Sundered souls as well.

But travel from one shard to another is no simple thing. To make the journey, we had to give up our bodies, traveling as souls along. Thus I became as I am now. With my original body long discarded, I require a host.

[He placed a hand to his chest.]

[codecmoment]

And then we're at the part of the story where we were talking about... you... uh... spawning. With someone else's body.

[sassian]

Hm? Oh yes, that. Well, that sort of thing was rather expected of me at the time, seeing as I was playing the part of Emperor of Garlemald and all.

One does need heirs when founding an empire.

[codecmoment]

[ Wait.

Hal tilts his head at him, blinking. ]

[sassian]

... Was something unclear?

[codecmoment]

[ Nero's reaction to seeing Hal's memories.

Ardyn's greeting to Emet-Selch, which he thought was a pet name at the time.

It starts to fall into place. ]

[sassian]

[Sips latte.]

[codecmoment]

That's why they cloned you.

You're too important.

[sassian]

Perhaps they truly wished to bring back Solus zos Galvus, the beloved founding father... But mostly I believe they were simply experimenting, getting the hang of cloning technology once used by the Allagan empire.

I suspect my dear grandson simply picked my discarded form to clone as a twisted joke, really.

[codecmoment]

Why didn't you tell me you were that important in your home world?! Or Ardyn?! I heard him call you a thing, and I thought, aw, a pet name!

[ This kinda stuff isn't that weird to him - he and Snake fought old American presidents and Snake himself was cloned from a legendary war hero - but he still liked to not be left in the dark on something that big. ]

Nero just was grossed out, I didn't -- I didn't get why, exactly --