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|Ardnassac zeab elbmurc|
|Habitat||Anywhere something has ever happened|
|Description||A cursed, abandoned visionary, driven mad by fate and fortune|
The Hindsight Seer (Ardnassac zeab elbmurc) was once a beautiful, talented heroine, a visionary prophet adored by all she met. Well, almost everyone. This is a tale of divine jealousy and the fickle hearts of immortals. A tale of curses, betrayal, and degradation; a tale of wisdom and foolishness, abandonement and survival; a tale of redemption through corruption. The tale of the first Hindsight Seer.
A tale recorded in the ancient archives of the Malicious Monks of Smee Hee, a shadowy monastic order hidden in the Jagged Peaks dedicated to the cataloguing, celebration, and promotion of chaos and capriciousness.
〜 And so it came to pass in the time before the Demiurges, in the time before Godville, when primal chaos reigned, that the youth Ardnassac of the Sacred Archipelago was chosen, sine causa, by an ur-God whose true name is lost to time. And forsooth, Ardnassac herself had many names. The village in which she was born to fisher and fisherwife, yet had no name. But the child, blue-eyed and long of limb, sharp of mind and tongue, was known far and wide as Adrnassac the Annoying Little Sh–t. The nature of Adrnassac was irrepressible.And just as the eagle may only fly once her wings are grown, so too upon the turning of the seasons doth child become maiden. And yea, a fine ephebe, the object of attention of many epheboi, and not a small number of ephegals either, mind you. Yet as is so often with those of atypical mind, the maiden Ardnassac, now called more flattering things, walked adjacent but not quite of the world of her cohort. Oblivious the attention, the flattery merely the feeble flapping of a flock, the gifts presented shyly or boldly nothing but the baubles of jesters in her eyes.