035 – The Lunjester

While magic saps from the land and wizards all across the tortured globe scatter in panic search of even the tiniest morsel of the thaumaturgical energy, there are still beings so infused, so conjoined with the very essence of the arcane that not even the waning of such power can diminish them completely. These are the gods. The beings woven from the essence of change and hope and dreams, the phantasmal ideas given form. Be it living bogs, whole realms of interwoven organism creating mighty consciousness from the tiniest smidges of magic accumulated from billions most insignificant beings, or elementals of the primordial forces. Some are even harder to define, strange avatars of the impossible, of concepts and events so titanic, they left a sort of ethereal imprint on crumbling reality. Some say that the Lunjester appeared when the Moon cracked. When the eternal companion of this blue sphere finally gave in from the terrible punishment of the emergent Dreadwake and shattered into the ruined state it drifts in now, from time to time bits of it pulled by the gravity to hit the ruined realms hard. They claim he is the spirit of vengeance, of remorse and a forsaken reminder to the sins of the past – a mocking clown that laughs bitterly at the self-inflicted pain, of a world so keen on power that it managed to destroy itself over and over again. Perhaps it is true, perhaps it’s a tall tale, but one is sure – when the folks of Posterra see the Lunjester, the disasters always followed.