The New Watchtowers
Aretos, The Artisan
- The Watchtower of The Copper Mallet in the Realm of Utopia
Matter and Prime. The world is founded on a duality: Truth and Reality, Theory and Practice, Supernal and Phenomenal, Prime and Matter. Prime provides the blueprints for the Aretos' works, and Matter supplies the raw materials used to implement those plans.
Fate. The unpredictable, chaotic nature of this Arcanum runs counter to the orderly mind of the craftsman.
Axios, the Trader
- The Watchtower of the Adamantine Scale in the Realm of the Divine Commonwealth
Space and Fate. To the Axios, Space isn't primarily about distance or geometry; it's about Sympathetic Links: what is important to a person? Likewise, Fate isn't about manipulating probabilities; it's about a person's intentions and promises.
Life is no gift, its a bargain. You can live but you will die; you can feel joy but you will also suffer. It is just a tool. What you can do with your life is more important than the life itself.
Kleos, the Sage
- The Watchtower of the Tin Flute in the Realm of Akasha
Time and Mind. Reality is an infinitesimally small moment when all that was, is, and will be are. Every bit of knowledge in existence is already experienced, recorded, and archived. Every breath, every bliss, every heartache, every deduction, every inspiration, every despair, and every discovery have all been and always have been since the very first and only moment. To appreciate the infinitude of existence fully, though, the self must take all of this in pieces known as time. But everything is already in the akashic record and should you wish to skip ahead in the infinitude all it takes is knowing how to look.
Space, fluff soon
Maestros, the Sorcerer
- The Watchtower of Brass and Flame in the Elemental Nation (THE SIXTH)
Forces and Spirit, fluff soon
Prime, fluff soon
Sophros, the Druid
- The Watchtower of the Wooden Chalice in the Realm of Elysium
Life and Death. The Empress Hanging herself. Shades clothed in flesh and speaking through beasts’ cries. They are but two sides of the same coin. A stag runs through the woods leaving a trail of blood. His flesh will sing in the stomach of the hunter and flowers will grow along his bones. The Lie blinds Sleepers to the beauty of rot and they forgot life is nothing but growth and decay endlessly repeating. They sneer at the stinking swamp but Druids know. In the foulest mire grows the fairest lotus.
Let others fear, Sophroï know they are immortals.
Time. Sophroï know that time moves forward but it clashes with their understanding. For Druids and Medium alike Time is a circle of growth and decay, each giving birth to the other, each becoming the other. In Elysium there is no beginning and no ends, no past and no future, only an endless cycle always in movement.