Gone are the days when the Maelin looked to their pious interpretations of the ancient ways for the answers to life itself; all but forgotten is the name of the Shaper. The archaic temples fell to ruin centuries ago, the scriptures trampled into naught but dust.

None now live who were told the oldest stories of this creature; the Shaper has become nothing but a bogeyman, a demon of the Pit whose legend is only used for frightening children into behaving for their elders.

Most believe the legends of the Shaper to be mere myth, nothing more than the imaginative exaggerations of feeble-minded ancients who worshiped anything they didn't fully understand.

The few who still believe in the old stories are shunned, ridiculed for their eagerness to cling to faerietales. It is a belief system held by the lowly, the impotent, who cling to feeble dreams for respite from their harsh lives.

So it has been for generations beyond memory.

But there has come a cataclysm upon the Maelin homeworld; a great danger has arrived, poised to lay claim to all life on the planet. Forces even more ancient than the Shaper himself are now stirring, calling the Many-Tailed One to awaken from his slumber; he will not remain forgotten for much longer.

Alright, so this is a bit of a tease, as this <s>ISN'T EVEN HIS FINAL FORM</s> incarnation isn't tangible just yet; after having slept for so long, he forgot how (and is running low on enough power) to take solid form...but he hasn't forgotten how to assume control of a host body.  >:'D

More of him to come~!

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