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"I can't afford to give in. I can't afford to give up.
I cannot allow myself to slip. I am Peccati Reus of Et-Nos...
I am a Man...

I am... Me."-Peccati Reus

Overview

Peccati Reus was a male member of the Capti species, and amongst the first Noctivione in existence. Born on the Capti homeworld of Et-Nos in 39,000 TI (Time Immemorial), Peccati rose from the ranks of organized crime to become one of the most feared and enigmatic figures in the Ambrosia Galaxy during the latter millennia of the ancient Etymology Era.

From his early years, Peccati was shaped by violence, betrayal, and the need for dominance. He murdered his father, Dictius Reus, to seize control of his interstellar criminal syndicate and expanded it into an expansive intragalactic empire of black-market power. Peccati was known for an unshakable personal loyalty to his own warped sense of honor, as he repaid all debts without fail; even as he murdered, lied, and violated others without remorse. Despite his monstrous acts, he was revered by those close to him for his consistency and brutal honesty. This dual nature — of being affectionate towards allies, and merciless to enemies — defined much of his life prior to his eventual transformation.

After a fateful — and ultimately accidental — theft of ancient artifacts belonging to Mystara; member of the Ten Supreme Authorities of the Etymology of All-Being; Peccati was targeted and ultimately transformed into an Oblivione, a state of mechanical Undeath that granted immense power, yet the utter removal of any and all bodily autonomy, locked in the eternal torment of utter stillness of life. During this state, he would be sealed in awareness for thirty thousand years, unable to move, see, or scream; only think. Upon his eventual release by the Reiuat, the living conceptual Idealized embodiment of Remnant-failure, Peccati was used as a pawn to further its paradoxical goals.

Though briefly restored to action, his path would ultimately lead only to further loss and eventual re-imprisonment after his defeat at the hands of Syx Corsage and Seven Novum in 134 EE (Ends Emergence). Ending with his physical autonomy revoked permanently as the Reiuat’s true purpose was revealed: to make him an eternal monument to failure itself.

Appearance

Before his transformation into an Oblivione, Peccati Reus bore the formidable appearance of a Capti warrior; a towering lupine with the distinctive rabbit-like ears of all Capti; most often draped in high-grade combat armor forged from smelted synthe-steel and reflective ion composites. His fur was dark, almost black, streaked with faint greenish highlights that shimmered under artificial light, matching the utilitarian tones of his gear.

Following his transformation into an Oblivione; specificlally that of the pseudo-type Noctivione: Peccati Reus no longer resembled anything organic or living. His form was sculpted entirely from matte black Noctillius infused alloy; jagged and angular, devoid of symmetry or softness. The once-vibrant fur and expression were gone, replaced by an armor-like exoshell fused directly into his being. His head bore the remnants of lupine structure but had become warped; elongated jaws filled with serrated metal teeth, eyes replaced with glowing red lenses that pulsed with energy. Wires coiled from his skull like tendrils, feeding into a harness of darkened plating that extended down his shoulders and chest, embedding him in the aesthetics of weaponized ruin.

The air around him shimmered with residual entropy, and even in stillness, his presence distorted space like heat over flame. His silhouette glitched and flickered at the edges, as though perpetually on the verge of vanishing into utter nothing. Every movement he made echoed with mechanical distortion, his voice a low, grinding modulation devoid of breath or soul. He no longer walked so much as stalked, his frame twitching with the intent of a predator given perfect form.

Personality

Peccati Reus possessed a personality defined by paradox; merciless in action yet unwavering in obligation. He adhered to a rigid internal code rooted in the repayment of personal debts and the keeping of promises, a law he enforced upon himself with greater consistency than any external moral compass. This code, however, existed alongside a complete detachment from conventional ethics. He had no moral inhibition against murder, coercion, or deception, and viewed these acts not as transgressions but as tools. His word, once given, was absolute. His cruelty, once justified in his own logic, was without restraint. This contradiction made him both deeply feared and, in rare circles, strangely respected.

Affectionate to those he considered allies and utterly brutal to those outside his favor, Peccati was driven more by structured loyalty than sentiment. Relationships were built not on love or empathy; but on function and shared necessity. Even his most intimate connection — his marriage to Perdita — was defined by a fierce mutual respect, not vulnerability. He demanded complete loyalty, and would return it in kind, though his standards were often impossible to meet. Failure, betrayal, or ambiguity were treated with swift elimination. In Peccati’s view, trust was a ledger, and every interaction a transaction to be balanced.

After his transformation into an Oblivione and his time entombed in stillness, his personality darkened further. Rage replaced all else, and his internal code bent toward nihilism. Though he retained the clarity of mind to remember his promises, he lost any capacity for care or kinship. Love, friendship, and caring decayed within him. What remained was a pure, obsessive hatred; first for Mystara, then for all Creation. This hatred kept him coherent during his eons of imprisonment, and it consumed him upon his release. In the end, Peccati was no longer a man of false-principle or brutal power; he was a monument to spite, a thinking weapon given purpose only through collapse.

Powers & Abilities (Oblivione)

Noctillius Manipulation Peccati Reus wielded absolute control over Noctillius, the sentient reflection of the Thavmaphage constructed by Mystara; rendered as the necro-reactive alloy used in the creation of Oblivione. He could shape, extend, weaponize, or dissolve it at will, forming weapons, restraints, barriers, and living constructs. The metal responded to his thoughts instantly, allowing him to disrupt enemy defenses with ease.
Enhanced Strength Peccati possessed strength capable of annihilating celestial structures. He could tear mountain ranges from their roots, crack tectonic plates, and crush entire moons or small planets in combat.
Enhanced Speed His movement speed exceeded light by several thousand-fold. He could traverse and fly his body interstellar distances in mere moments, phase through enemy formations faster than sensors could register, and strike opponents before their nervous systems could respond. This speed extended to his reactions and combat efficiency, making him nearly impossible to track or intercept to most.
Void and Amaranth Survival Peccati was capable of surviving in interstellar space indefinitely. His Oblivione form required no oxygen, pressure, or temperature regulation. Additionally, he was shielded from Amaranth, the existential force that disintegrates most entities exposed to raw interstellar space. His personal Horizon-Effect Field created a stabilizing metaphysical boundary around his form, similar in effect to those generated by Stars, thus allowing him to preserve himself against total annihilation.
Total Immortality Peccati could not die by any natural, artificial, magical, or divine means. His body repaired itself instantly, and his Remnant Spirit was interwoven with Noctillius and Oblivione architecture, making him immune to erasure, entropy, or any form of destruction. He remained conscious, whole, and functional regardless of the damage inflicted upon him.
Oblivione Recall He had the power to summon all shut-down or inert Oblivione directly into himself. These dormant constructs, once sealed or scattered across time and space, could be pulled back into his inner dimensional matrix instantly, rejoining his will as part of his integrated mass.

Remnant-Embedding Projection Peccati could insert himself into another being’s Remnant Spirit, using them as a conduit. This allowed him to hide within a host, bypass psychic scans, or prepare for possession without altering the host’s will. From within, he could observe, protect, or later emerge into full autonomy when conditions allowed.

Biography

Prior Life - 39,000 TI: (Time Immemorial)

Peccati Reus was born on the Capti home world of Et-Nos, a planet that had long functioned as a vital economic artery in the outer sectors of the Etymology of All-Being's galactic holdings; the planet's many liquid metallic oceans serving as a massive foundry world for outlining territories and star systems.

His early life was steeped in the harsh and manipulative dynamics of organized crime. Raised as the heir to Dictius Reus, a notoriously ruthless crime boss, Peccati was introduced to criminal syndicate operations from an early age. His upbringing conditioned him into a person of exacting codes, albeit selectively applied. Though he had no moral hesitation in employing murder, coercion, or manipulation as tools of power, he maintained an obsessive dedication to repaying personal debts and fulfilling promises, often at great cost to himself. This paradox of personal honor intertwined with depravity would become the defining element of his character.

During his years as an enforcer and strategist for his father’s criminal syndicate, Peccati quickly distinguished himself through a combination of savagery and shrewdness. Peccati’s actions included systematic extortion, assassination of rivals, and forced submission of powerful independent actors into the Reus family's dominion. He was also known for his violent sexual conquests, often asserting dominance over other men in ways that further reinforced his authority. Despite these cruelties, he was admired by those closest to him for his fierce protectiveness and unwavering loyalty. His relationships with allies were marked by sincere affection and mutual dependence, forming a rare core of trust within an empire of fear.

It was during one of the syndicate’s expansionary campaigns into rival's territories, that Peccati met Perdita, a fellow male Capti who had worked as a contract broker; later made a syndicated operative of considerable talent. What began as a transactional alliance quickly developed into a relationship of deep personal significance. The bond between Peccati and Perdita provided him with a rare source of stability. Their union, initially met with confusion and derision by many within the organization, became an unexpected anchor that would influence many of Peccati’s later decisions. Perdita, unlike many in Peccati’s circle, was not subjugated by him, but rather treated as a full partner in both crime and affection; though his ritual taking of men continued regardless.

Peccati matured and consolidated influence within the organization, and tensions with his father escalated. Dictius Reus, unwilling to relinquish authority, increasingly viewed his son as a threat rather than a successor. This clash of intents ultimately ended with Dictius' assassination, an act executed personally by Peccati. Following this, Peccati seized the reins of power without contest. His leadership marked a drastic transformation in both scale and ambition. No longer content with merely maintaining his father’s territorial holdings, he envisioned and implemented a network of integrated and autonomous criminal cells stretching across a great number of planetary systems, each answering to his central authority on Et-Nos.

Following his ascension as head of the syndicate, Peccati Reus wielded immense power across the Ambrosia Galaxy's criminal underbelly. His operations on Et-Nos, already entrenched, expanded to form a centralized command structure independent of any planetary governance. The local ruling bodies of Et-Nos, long ineffective and compromised, were effectively sidelined as Peccati assumed full control of planetary infrastructure through intimidation, subversion, black-mail, and economic domination. Under his rule, Et-Nos became both a fortress world and a black-market capital for interstellar contraband.

This new order, commonly referred to by its members as the Syndicate of Et-Nos, operated through an intricate layered system of extortion rings, illegal sex trafficking, smuggling routes, illicit artifact trafficking, and mercenary activity. Peccati restructured the syndicate’s governance, instituting a brutal but efficient system of command that rewarded loyalty and punished hesitation with the brutal finality of death. His most trusted lieutenants, including his husband Perdita, were empowered to act with near total-autonomy in distant sectors, ensuring rapid expansion and limited need for centralized micromanagement.

Seeds of Failure

The Etymology of All-Being, a sovereign and ancient galactic order of immense political and metaphysical authority over the whole of known Ambrosia, began to take notice. Chief among the offended was Mystara, one of the Ten Supreme Authorities. Her dominion over the material and immaterial flows of relic-based artifacts was compromised when a seemingly routine shipment was intercepted by Peccati’s forces. The stolen cargo included, among other things, a collection of unmarked, clear crystals. These artifacts, dismissed by the smugglers and criminals alike as worthless curios, were later revealed to be Fragments of Remembrance; the only remaining extant objects embedded with remnants of Ambrosian Magic.

The Fragments of Remembrance were not only ancient and rare; they were instrumentally essential in the secret plot Mystara had spent the prior thousand years in the beginnings of. She had spent several centuries searching for extant Fragments of Remembrance, having finally found them upon the ocean moon of Illnium.

And, unknown to Peccati, the theft threatened to severe an arcane link necessary for the eventual assembly of the God Legion, a divine engine of war intended for future deployment by Mystara so that she may seize total personal control over the galaxy. Though Peccati did not recognize the importance of what he had taken, his syndicate’s meddling in such domains elevated his status from a mere nuisance, to an existential threat in her eyes towards her Ultimate End.

Destruction of Et-Nos

Her response to this defiance was immediate and absolute .The sky over Et-Nos split open with synchronized orbital detonations; massive arcs of energetic beams cascading downwards from the celestial axis above the surface. Mystara’s forces made no declarations, issued no demands, and gave no warnings. Planetary communication satellites were obliterated in minutes. Automated bombardment platforms deployed from orbit, targeting major strongholds, population centers, and known transportation hubs and networks. Entire lands were vaporized in coordinated strikes, leaving behind craters of fused glass and dust. Cities burned before evacuation orders could be issued, as civilian casualties escalated into the millions within mere hours.

Descending from the ruptured atmosphere came legions of Mystara’s mechanical enforcers; fleshless constructs powered by nothing but titanium alloy held together by drive cores; each imbued with the will of their creator. These machines bore no symbols, no speech, and no individuality. They swept across the surface of Et-Nos in silent precision, moving from city to city, slaughtering men, women, and children indiscriminately. Populations were reduced to mass gravesites. Streets ran black with vaporized blood. Resistance was minimal; even the most heavily armed syndicate cells were overwhelmed in minutes.

Peccati Reus, blindsided by the velocity and scale of the sudden-invasion, attempted to consolidate what remained of his command structure. Syndicate enforcers and smugglers were hastily converted into ground resistance units. Defensive emplacements were powered up, dropzones sealed, and command bunkers activated. Et-Nos’s existing planetary government was rendered ultimately irrelevant, having been either destroyed in the opening strikes or folded into Peccati’s desperate attempts to repulse Mystara's assault. But there was no effective countermeasure against the tide of unrelenting metal and fire. Mystara’s forces operated on a scale far beyond any defense the Capti of Et-Nos could employ against her, and they quickly fell in droves.

Mystara’s true intention was not merely the execution of Peccati Reus, but the permanent erasure of the entire population of planet Et-Nos. The obliteration of the planet was conducted with surgical cruelty, exterminating not only the threat but the possibility of future interference. The Syndicate of Et-Nos, once a dominant force in criminal space, was disassembled into unrecognizable ruin. Black markets collapsed. Trade routes went dark. Entire cultures rooted in Et-Nos’s underworld were snuffed out in an afternoon.

And yet, amidst the annihilation, something unexpected occurred. A young Capti woman; self-styling herself as "Bunny-Blonde" rose up from the burning cities and took command of local resistance efforts. With no formal power and armed only with stolen weapons and raw tactical brilliance, she waged an improbable insurgency against Mystara’s forces. Through misdirection, sabotage, and sheer speed, she disabled entire mechanical battalions, evading countermeasures and eliminating commanders with surgical precision.

In the climactic moment of her campaign, Bunny-Blonde managed to reach Mystara herself. In a reversal of design, she sneakily turned Mystara’s own Necro-Shaper against her, striking the Supreme Authority unawares with her own Oblivione-forging weapon. For the briefest moment, Mystara teetered on the edge of being entombed; one breath from annihilation, closest she ever came to being made undone. But the blow was insufficient. Her inherent divinity and endless Remnant-Darkness reasserted itself, repelling the transmutation and overpowering the mortal girl with contemptuous ease. In a gesture of mockery and punishment, Mystara did not kill Bunny-Blonde. She made her the first Oblivione. Forever aware. Forever locked.

Following this; the Oblivione process was deployed across the surface without trial. Those who had survived amongst syndicate leaders and military officers were captured and instantly converted; Noctillius-enforced metallic casings wrapped their bodies in seconds, sealing them in perpetual stillness. Through Consciousness Melding, they were left fully aware, fully alive, and eternally bound to the will of Mystara, and as a permanent warning towards any thought of defiance.

Tomb of Void-Metal

In the final hours of the Et-Nos incursion, as the last vestiges of resistance were crushed and the surface of the planet choked in ash and heat, Peccati Reus and Perdita were finally located. Their bunker, buried beneath kilometers of hardened steel-infused stone alloy, was unearthed by Mystara’s apex constructs. There was no battle. No negotiation. The two syndicate lords stood together, hand in hand, remaining silent beneath the smoking black sky as the doorway was torn open. Mystara did not grant them the mercy of death. She arrived personally, descending through a breach in the clouds, carried by a construct of throned bone and gold-welded iron. Her presence forced gravity into a rapid collapse, causing the floor beneath them to groan and warp. No words were exchanged. She raised her hand, and the Noctillius began to seep from her palms, coalescing mid-air into the molecular visage of the Oblivione casing.

Perdita fell first — his mouth open, screaming — but no sound escaped as the alloy enveloped him. The shell sealed him from the world, binding him in place like a statue pulled from hell. Peccati watched, teeth clenched, not in fear but in hatred. Then it came for him. The blackened metal reached from the air like a hundred fingers and wrapped around his arms, legs, chest, neck, until only his eyes remained visible from the inky mass of pretendant-Void; and then they too were sealed. Their bodies froze. Their minds did not.

Mystara, with chilling spectacle, placed the newly forged forms of Peccati, Perdita, and Bunny-Blonde together on a raised platform of fused rock and steel. She spoke only once, and not to them, but to the systems listening; observers far across the galaxy, watching from afar. These three were now the faces of failure. The symbols of what happens to those who cross the Supreme Authorities. They would remain as testaments. Warnings.

And then, without drama or even satisfaction; Mystara simply shut them off. One by one. Not in the sense of death, but the annihilation of all bodily function. Not a muscle, not a breath, not even the flicker of vision was permitted. Total stasis. The Oblivione were still, and they would remain still. The same fate was executed across the remaining captives on Et-Nos; hundreds of thousands who had been lucky enough to survive the initial onslaught were converted alongside the towering mound of corpses. Where they once stood, cried, begged, or fought, they now lay frozen across the world like scattered statues.

They could not move. They could not speak. They could not scream. They could not hear. They could not see. But they could think. And so they did. Their thoughts ran wild in the void of their isolation. For many, it was unbearable. Within hours, their minds began to disintegrate. Memories blurred, identities unraveled. The concept of time vanished first, followed by self-recognition. Eventually; most became indistinct internal echoes; shards of thought in endless mental freefall. They lived on, yet were no longer themselves. They had been rendered truly mentally-Devoid.

Peccati Reus did not vanish, and he would remain whole. It was not sanity that preserved him, but his refusal to let go. He latched to the pain, to the rage, to the perceived injustice of his downfall. He repeated his name to himself endlessly, not as a reminder but as a weapon.

"I am Peccati Reus of Et-Nos."

He would not forget who he was. Not ever. He held onto the memory of Mystara’s pure white eyes; the utter coldness, the indifference. He swore with each passing moment to destroy her. At first, it was only her. But as time wore on, and his hatred festered without outlet, the promise spread to all things. Everyone. Everything. If it breathed, it would burn. If it spoke, it would scream. If it existed, it would end. If it lived, it would die.

His internal mantra became ritual. A psychic rhythm beating against the infinite cage:

"I am Peccati Reus of Et-Nos.

"I am Peccati Reus of Et-Nos..."

"...I am Peccati Reus of Et-Nos."

For thirty thousand agonizing years, he endured. Others faded; Perdita's thoughts dissolved into gentle white. But Peccati remained. His mind twisted, but never broke. Every second was a grinding repetition, a sharpening of his will. His hatred would never erode; it would expand on the ever feeding of his impotence of motion, on memory, and on the slow, pulsing utter torment of the grinding weight of time.

Peccati Reus remained trapped in inert, thinking stasis, entombed within his Oblivione shell beneath the scorched and ruined surface of Et-Nos. His mind, unbroken but contorted by the unceasing pressure of thought without release, endured long past the era of the Etymology. He escaped the final judgment wrought by Mystara and her God Legion during the catastrophic firestorms during the Red Galaxy Event. Time passed, the stars turned, and Et-Nos became little more than a footnote in dead and long-forgotten archives. Yet Peccati remained whole, still repeating his name, his purpose, and his oath to return the favor to all of Creation.

Return to Form 134 EE (Ends Emergence)

In the year 134 EE (Ends Emergence), long after the fires of Etymology had gone cold, Peccati’s stasis was broken. He was summoned by the Reiuat; an entity born from the conceptual sediment of all which is “Failure.” No god, no construct, no law of nature, the Reiuat was instead the embodiment of every unresolved catastrophe and collapsing possibility across existence. Drawn to Peccati by the purity of his degradation, it selected him as a herald of collapse. With a whisper beyond sound, it restored him to movement. His form, long motionless, surged with strength. His prison cracked apart, and he rose, surrounded by the husks of his Oblivione kin, their shells frozen in poses of permanent silence. Peccati stood beneath a dead sun and screamed for the first time in 30,000 years.

He wasted no time testing the weight of his new body. With a single motion, he shattered the blackened mountain ranges of glass that had formed from the heat of the invasion. The land recoiled around him. Every imagined act of violence he had rehearsed in the theater of his mind was now granted to him in flesh and force. Mystara was gone, but Peccati's promise remained. The universe had permitted her to do what she did. It had watched. And for that, he would repay it in kind. When the Reiuat offered him purpose; to help facilitate the collapse of all systems, of all structures, of all definitions of "order, "he did not hesitate.

The Reiuat revealed to him one final aspect of Oblivione design: they were never singular. All Oblivione could be condensed into a unified locus; a single void-space body containing all others in a shared extant dimension of Undeath. Peccati reached out, and the still-frozen forms across Et-Nos; his syndicate, the civilians, the soldiers, and even his long-dead husband Perdita were drawn into him in an instant. Their bodies remained within his own, an ocean of unmoving thought beneath his reawakened will. But the warmth that once guided him toward even the slightest flicker of love was absent. Perdita was nothing to him now. His kin were dead in spirit, if not in structure, and he had no more loyalty to memory.

The Reiuat spoke once more to Peccati Reus, its voice carried through the reanimated shell of a long-forgotten girl, a broken angelic halo tittering above her empty head, absent of the failed-spirit which had long since fled. With slow, precise language, it showed him the next step in his journey toward annihilation. If he wished to bring about the destruction he so deeply craved, he was to cross the stars to the world of Julatheena. There, he would seek out a Jatrius girl named Carol Myaa; better known under her eventual title, the Metallic Spotlight. She was to become like him. She was to become Oblivione.

The Reiuat told him she would not resist. Carol Myaa, it claimed, would be more than willing. However; before her transformation could take place, a necessary process had to unfold. She would need to take Peccati into herself; not physically, but metaphysically into her Remnant-Spirit. She would pull him into her own body being used as his conduit in an act mirroring Peccati’s own absorption of his frozen kin. Through this process, their beings would momentarily merge, and she, as a living extant being, may gain the right of entry into the Ring Majestic of Syx Corsage. Once within the Ring Majestic, it would be Carol Myaa’s duty to guide him to the next target; that being Syx herself. Syx had been marked long ago by the Reiuat as a necessary piece in its architecture of unraveling, Syx was to be transformed into Oblivione by Peccati’s hand.

Peccati had no knowledge as to why she was required, nor even how it would accomplish it; or even anything about what it was talking about. But care was an emotion long since dead With unflinching resolve, Peccati ascended into the sky under his new form’s propulsion with his Capti-Oblivione in-tow, bounding clear cross the atmosphere and leaving the scorched corpse of Et-Nos behind forever. His direction was fixed: across the Endless Horizon of Ambrosia, toward that of the Realm of Resonance.

Reverence For The Corpse

As the Reiuat had spoken, Peccati Reus descended upon Julatheena, a world of vibrant oceans, vast flowering plains, and skies painted in hues of blue and violet. Life teemed across the surface; standing in absolute contrast to Peccati’s own existence: sterile, silent, and shrouded in necrotic stillness. Yet among its living brilliance was the one he sought; Carol Myaa, a Jatrius woman who stood out like a gleaming shard of metal in a field of soft moss.

Carol met him in the temple-city of Lyne Drea, where brass towers rose above orchid jungles and rivers flowed beneath vaulted glass. Her appearance was unmistakable: her skin marked with polished piercings, her limbs adorned with chromatic bands, and her voice carrying the sharp cadence of someone long obsessed. Her fixation was singular; metal. She viewed it as the embodiment of perfection, a material with no rot, no flaw, no decay. And when she saw Peccati’s form; cold, seamless, eternal; she gazed upon him with near-religious awe, drenched with primal lust and hunger. She spoke his name like a prayer, moving toward him as if drawn by fate.

Peccati paid her reverence no mind. He told her plainly that she was to guide him to the Ring Majestic, and that within it, he would enact the will of the Reiuat: the transformation of Syx Corsage, the Godqueen, into an Oblivione. At the mention of Syx, Carol froze. Recognition flickered across her face; Syx was not merely known to her, she was feared. Carol pressed herself against him, her voice quivering, as she asked if he would make her like him. “Perfect and metal,” she whispered, baring herself without shame. She wanted more than to serve; she wanted to become him.

Her want over took her, and as she almost instinctively began to undress herself; beginning to grind her naked form against his undead metallic frame; Peccati did not respond to her touch. Her flesh, her warmth, her shape, her expression; all rendered as just empty motion on his frame. He felt nothing. He did not care about her desires, her past, or her ritualistic need. When she asked, he told her with no inflection that her will had no bearing on the outcome. He would make her as he was, whether she wanted it or not. He did not enter her body, nor change her mind. He simply entered her soul, anchoring himself within the inner core of her being, resting dormant until the time to act would come.

With Peccati now inside her, Carol stood changed. Not physically, not yet, but spiritually shifted; now anointed. She walked with new weight, her steps resonating deeper through Julatheena’s soft soil. Her eyes shimmered with strange light, and her voice had gained an edge. With Peccati dwelling inside her soul like a coiled presence, she departed for the Ring Majestic, crossing the sea-crystal plains and starlit archways of the Realm of Resonance.

Ring Deception

Posing as a displaced refugee from a minor border skirmish on Julatheena, Carol Myaa was granted entry to the Ring Majestic without issue. The station, a sovereign bastion of Syx Corsage’s rule, prided itself on humanitarian neutrality. Even with rigorous security protocols in place, Carol’s entry was seamless. Her mannerisms, fabricated history, and physiological falsifications were executed with a precision that even Veronica; the Ring’s hyper-intelligent overseer AI; could not detect. Despite Veronica's use of Psionic scanning across new entries, Carol’s inner core remained opaque, shielded by the dormant presence of Peccati Reus nestled in her soul.

In the following days, Carol maneuvered with practiced subtlety. Using charm, fabricated vulnerability, and an unassuming demeanor, she rose quickly in social rank within the residential districts. Within less than a week, she acquired a position as a systems technician attached to the outer shell of the Control Tower; a structure which served as the command nexus for Syx herself. Still; Carol knew she could not attempt a direct assault. Syx Corsage was not merely a figure of legend; her power was astronomical. To challenge her head-on would be suicide.

Instead; Carol changed course. She directed her attention toward Syx’s lineage. Of her many children, one stood out; Cyrus Corsage, a young Jaslith adopted as her second child. Unlike his elder siblings, Cyrus exhibited no overwhelming power or combat skill. Carol introduced herself as a technician assigned to a monitoring relay near his practice quarters. From there, through carefully staged encounters and seeded coincidences, a rapport grew between them. Conversations turned to confidences. Confidences turned to closeness. And soon, a fragile romance bloomed; one sincere only on his end.

Carol’s affection was false. She had no interest in Cyrus as a person. He was simply the ideal candidate. She knew Peccati could not be unleashed inside the Ring without risk of immediate failure. However; if Cyrus were taken; if he were rendered an Oblivione through their proximity; then Peccati could use him as a secondary shell, bypassing layers of the Ring's security that Carol herself could not penetrate. Once Cyrus was turned, Peccati could release all the Capti-Oblivione stored within him, seeding chaos throughout the Ring Majestic. Their numbers would swell, and in that fractured moment, they could turn their force against Syx herself.

One evening, beneath the false dusk of the Ring’s skies, Carol invited Cyrus to join her in a return to her home world — Julatheena — to visit her parents. Before departing Cyrus would first ask his mother, as the Ring Majestic had long been the largest target across nearly every major interstellar nation in the whole of the known galaxy. Seemingly seeing no issue, Syx gave her permission, and Cyrus was cleared for departure. Thus; Peccati's plan was in motion. They would leave the Ring, isolate him, convert him, and return with a fracture planted deep within the throne of the Godqueen. However; unbeknownst to Carol nor Peccati; Veronica’s presence was embedded within Cyrus from birth. Dormant unless needed, she could awaken at a moment’s notice to protect or observe. Carol’s deception had seemingly gone undetected thus far, and the moment they exited orbit, Veronica would begin to observe the two.

Battle of the Capti-Oblivione

Carol brought the ship to a halt just beyond orbital reach of the Ring Majestic; believing they had now exited the perception range of Veronica, that the all-seeing mind of the Ring no longer monitored their actions. And in an instant, Peccati Reus would separate himself from her spirit, now standing in the ship beside her. She turned to him, eyes wide with longing, her voice cracking with anticipation as she demanded that he fulfill his promise. She wanted to be made Oblivione to achieve her final desire: to cast off flesh and thought and become metal.

Peccati, bound as ever to his guiding law, did not hesitate. She had served her function. Her debt was paid. In the span of a breath, he reached into her core, touched the soul where he had once rested, and brought the transformation to bear. Carol collapsed against the wall, trembling as her skin hardened, blackened, and smoothed into seamless alloy. The light left her eyes as vision was replaced by awareness. Her breath died. Her voice silenced. But her mind continued, alive and unmoving, locked in a perfect and eternal metal stillness. She had become exactly what she had dreamed of; permanent, mechanical, absolute, and eternal.

Peccati turned to Cyrus. The boy had stepped back, frightened, but uncertain. He didn’t understand what he had seen, but he instantly realized he was next. Peccati raised his hand, the Noctillius already forming, ready to carve away the last piece needed to collapse the Ring from within. And then: light exploded across the whole of the ship. A flash so blinding and sudden it warped time around it. Two figures stood in the shimmering gold: Syx Corsage in her radiant Golden Sovereign form, and beside her, impossibly alive, was the Oblivione form of Bunny Blonde.

Bunny Blonde’s undead mechanical expression was unreadable; somewhere between sorrow and fury. She stepped forward, meeting Peccati's gaze with a familiarity he hadn’t felt since his reawakening. She spoke first, revealing she had sensed his return the moment his essence passed into the Ring through Carol. She had revived long before he had, by force of will alone, clinging to identity through the void of her mind. In the vast time since; she had allied herself with Syx Corsage. When Carol entered the Ring, Bunny had known immediately something was amiss, telling Syx of the danger; but the two would choose to watch, to wait, to learn. And now she had her answer.

Syx moved without words. In an instant, she reached into the fabric of existence and pulled Cyrus from the room, teleporting him back to the safety of the Ring's surface. Her body blazed with divine energy, golden steelic light unfurling into wings of force, her helmeted eyes like twin cores of a dying star. The Capti-Oblivione poured from Peccati like a flood of silence. Hundreds of them, each carrying within them the echo of a life stripped down to pure function. They burst from the walls of the ship, forming battle formations mid-flight, their bodies humming with necrotic resonance. Bunny took a stance beside Syx. The two forces met outside the ship’s hull with a soundless crash; the moment their battle began, the ship eroded from existence under the force of their clash, its entire structure scattered into the void of space.

Above, the fleets of the Ring Majestic responded in full. Praetorian warships emerged from the Ring Majestic, forming walls of fire and light against the spreading shadow of the mechanical dead. The battle ignited across the Ring's orbit, fleets locked in climatic combat. Seven Novum arrived in a blaze of energy, his armor echoing the power of collapsing stars. He would be joined by others; such as his wife Anna, and their eldest daughter Poison. Some of Syx’s own children would join the battle as well; such as her eldest son Adam and youngest daughter Orchid; both of whom would flank their mother.

The battle raged for nearly an hour, as shockwaves of power rumbled the space surrounding the Ring Majestic. The undead Capti fought with brutal precision, unyielding, relentless. Their strikes bore the weight of centuries of silence, their movements honed through pain and purpose. But the living which they fought wielded power beyond comprehension. Syx moved like judgment incarnate, her form cutting through the enemy like a blade of the first dawn. Bunny Blonde fought at her side, her motions unpredictable, her body burning with regained defiance.

Peccati fought at the heart of this maelstrom, his body ever-shifting, his mind sharpened by thirty millennia of rage. He crushed ships with thought, split fleets with gestures, and shattered shields with raw entropy; though miraculously, not a single death would be felt by his hands. Yet even he could not withstand the focused fury of the Godqueen and her allies. One by one, the Capti-Oblivione fell, their shells cracked, their awareness pulled back into inert stillness. Peccati stood defiant until the battle's end, but Syx and Seven together proved insurmountable.

Eternal Failure

However; unbeknownst to Peccati Reus, he had been deceived from the beginning. The Reiuat, ever cryptic and patient, had never intended for him to succeed. His grand campaign of collapse, his rebirth in metal, and his unleashing of the Oblivione were never meant to triumph. He had not been chosen as an instrument of victory, and in fact, he was merely to be used as a symbol of its total opposite; one of complete and categorical failure. The Reiuat did not value conquest. It valued collapse. And Peccati was to be one of its purest examples of its ideals: a failure in life, a failure in death, and a failure in rebirth.

He had failed Et-Nos, unable to save his world from annihilation. He had failed in death, unable to pass into the Great Collective like so many others. And now, even with his immense power, sharpened will, and a legion of mechanical undead at his command, he had failed again; unable to kill even a single being during their battle. His attempt to destroy Syx Corsage had ended in ruin. His attempt to corrupt her bloodline had been thwarted. His armies had fallen, and the Ring Majestic still stood. The Reiuat had never whispered promise; it had only handed him a function: to become its embodiment of perfect failure.

As the cosmic dust of battle settled and Peccati’s still form drifted amid the silence of defeat, his autonomy was once again stolen from him. Yet this time, his torment shifted. Unlike the centuries trapped in mute stillness, this new state allowed him speech; but not motion. His voice, isolated from his broken body, rang out in hollow resonance. Veronica, at the battle's end, would manage to hack directly into the intersection between his Oblivione form and conscious awareness. His motor functions were severed, and he was rendered no longer a threat; only a prisoner suspended in voice and mind.

Syx Corsage stood before him, light still pulsing from her body, and asked him why he had done this. Peccati did not hesitate. Even now, he did not care. Victory, defeat, glory, shame; they had ceased to matter. He began to tell her; but before his words could leave his empty throat, a violent thunderclap split through his mind. A sound not heard but felt, like a divine rupture striking the very center of thought. Everything went black, as the Reiuat from the realm of conceptual failure severed all motion and autonomy from Peccati's form.

In a single moment, all of Peccati's perception vanished. He could no longer see. No longer hear. No longer speak. His voice had been silenced. His body, inert. His mind, still present. He had been returned to the state he feared most; frozen in total awareness. But this time, there would be no hope of revival. Neither Syx Corsage nor Bunny Blonde could reverse what had been done. They tried, briefly, and failed. The hack ran deeper than any system they could access. The seal was metaphysical, wrought from within by the Reiuat itself.

Thus, the Reiuat’s plan reached its final shape. Peccati Reus, a creature forged from rage and will, was granted only a fleeting glimpse of power, before having it ripped away and shoved back into the cage forever. His looping failure became metatextual fuel; a recursive pattern of collapse that the Reiuat absorbed to strengthen its own structure. Thus; his story ended: not with war, not with redemption. Instead; he was made a mere concept: an ontological embodiment of eternal and ever-lasting reminder of final, unresolvable, yet total abject failure.

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 | species = *Capti (originally)
-*Oblivione (currently)
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 | setting = Ambrosia
 | author = LordSkorne7 (July 13th 2025)
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+| pronouns = He/Him
+| sexual_orientation = Homosexual
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 == Overview ==
-'''Peccati Reus''' was a male member of the '''[[Capti (Imagindarium)|Capti]]''' species, and amongst the first '''[[Oblivione (Imagindarium)|Oblivione]]''' in existence. Born on the Capti homeworld of '''[[Et-Nos]]''' in '''34,000 TI (Time Immemorial)''', Peccati rose from the ranks of organized crime to become one of the most feared and enigmatic figures in the '''[[Ambrosia (Imagindarium)|Ambrosia Galaxy]]''' during the latter millennia of the ancient '''[[Etymology Era (Ambrosia - Era)|Etymology Era]]'''.
+'''Peccati Reus''' was a male member of the '''[[Capti (Imagindarium)|Capti]]''' species, and amongst the first '''[[Noctivione]]''' in existence. Born on the Capti homeworld of '''[[Et-Nos]]''' in '''39,000 TI (Time Immemorial)''', Peccati rose from the ranks of organized crime to become one of the most feared and enigmatic figures in the '''[[Ambrosia (Imagindarium)|Ambrosia Galaxy]]''' during the latter millennia of the ancient '''[[Etymology Era (Ambrosia - Era)|Etymology Era]]'''.
 From his early years, Peccati was shaped by violence, betrayal, and the need for dominance. He murdered his father, '''Dictius Reus''', to seize control of his interstellar criminal syndicate and expanded it into an expansive intragalactic empire of black-market power. Peccati was known for an unshakable personal loyalty to his own warped sense of honor, as he repaid all debts without fail; even as he murdered, lied, and violated others without remorse. Despite his monstrous acts, he was revered by those close to him for his consistency and brutal honesty. This dual nature — of being affectionate towards allies, and merciless to enemies — defined much of his life prior to his eventual transformation.
-After a fateful  — and ultimately ''accidental''  — theft of ancient artifacts belonging to '''[[Mystara (Imagindarium)|Mystara]]'''; member of the '''[[Ten Supreme Authorities (Ambrosia)|Ten Supreme Authorities]]''' of the '''[[Etymology of All-Being (Imagindarium)|Etymology of All-Being]];''' Peccati was targeted and ultimately transformed into an Oblivione, a state of mechanical '''[[Undeath (Ambrosia)|Undeath]]''' that granted immense power, yet the utter removal of any and all bodily autonomy, locked in the eternal torment of utter stillness of life. During this state, he would be sealed in awareness for thirty thousand years, unable to move, see, or scream; only ''think''. Upon his eventual release by the '''[[Reiuat]]''', the living conceptual '''[[Ideal (Imagindarium - Source)|Idealized]]''' embodiment of '''[[Remnant (Imagindarium)|Remnant]]'''-''failure'', Peccati was used as a pawn to further its paradoxical goals.
+After a fateful  — and ultimately ''accidental''  — theft of ancient artifacts belonging to '''[[Mystara (Imagindarium)|Mystara]]'''; member of the '''[[Ten Supreme Authorities (Ambrosia)|Ten Supreme Authorities]]''' of the '''[[Etymology of All-Being (Imagindarium)|Etymology of All-Being]];''' Peccati was targeted and ultimately transformed into an '''[[Oblivione (Imagindarium)|Oblivione]]''', a state of mechanical '''[[Undeath (Ambrosia)|Undeath]]''' that granted immense power, yet the utter removal of any and all bodily autonomy, locked in the eternal torment of utter stillness of life. During this state, he would be sealed in awareness for thirty thousand years, unable to move, see, or scream; only ''think''. Upon his eventual release by the '''[[Reiuat]]''', the living conceptual '''[[Ideal (Imagindarium - Source)|Idealized]]''' embodiment of '''[[Remnant (Imagindarium)|Remnant]]'''-''failure'', Peccati was used as a pawn to further its paradoxical goals.
 Though briefly restored to action, his path would ultimately lead only to further loss and eventual re-imprisonment after his defeat at the hands of '''[[Syx Corsage]]''' and '''[[Seven Novum]]''' in '''134 EE (Ends Emergence).''' Ending with his physical autonomy revoked permanently as the Reiuat’s true purpose was revealed: to make him an eternal monument to failure itself.
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 Before his transformation into an Oblivione, Peccati Reus bore the formidable appearance of a Capti warrior; a towering lupine with the distinctive rabbit-like ears of all Capti; most often draped in high-grade combat armor forged from smelted synthe-steel and reflective ion composites. His fur was dark, almost black, streaked with faint greenish highlights that shimmered under artificial light, matching the utilitarian tones of his gear.
-Following his transformation into an Oblivione, Peccati Reus no longer resembled anything organic or living. His form was sculpted entirely from matte black '''[[Noctillius (Imagindarium|Noctillius]]''' infused alloy; jagged and angular, devoid of symmetry or softness. The once-vibrant fur and expression were gone, replaced by an armor-like exoshell fused directly into his being. His head bore the remnants of lupine structure but had become warped; elongated jaws filled with serrated metal teeth, eyes replaced with glowing red lenses that pulsed with energy. Wires coiled from his skull like tendrils, feeding into a harness of darkened plating that extended down his shoulders and chest, embedding him in the aesthetics of weaponized ruin.
+Following his transformation into an Oblivione; specificlally that of the pseudo-type '''Noctivione''': Peccati Reus no longer resembled anything organic or living. His form was sculpted entirely from matte black '''[[Noctillius (Imagindarium|Noctillius]]''' infused alloy; jagged and angular, devoid of symmetry or softness. The once-vibrant fur and expression were gone, replaced by an armor-like exoshell fused directly into his being. His head bore the remnants of lupine structure but had become warped; elongated jaws filled with serrated metal teeth, eyes replaced with glowing red lenses that pulsed with energy. Wires coiled from his skull like tendrils, feeding into a harness of darkened plating that extended down his shoulders and chest, embedding him in the aesthetics of weaponized ruin.
 The air around him shimmered with residual entropy, and even in stillness, his presence distorted space like heat over flame. His silhouette glitched and flickered at the edges, as though perpetually on the verge of vanishing into utter nothing. Every movement he made echoed with mechanical distortion, his voice a low, grinding modulation devoid of breath or soul. He no longer walked so much as ''stalked'', his frame twitching with the intent of a predator given perfect form.
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 Affectionate to those he considered allies and utterly brutal to those outside his favor, Peccati was driven more by structured loyalty than sentiment. Relationships were built not on love or empathy; but on function and shared necessity. Even his most intimate connection — his marriage to Perdita — was defined by a fierce mutual respect, not vulnerability. He demanded complete loyalty, and would return it in kind, though his standards were often impossible to meet. Failure, betrayal, or ambiguity were treated with swift elimination. In Peccati’s view, trust was a ledger, and every interaction a transaction to be balanced.
-After his transformation into an Oblivione and his time entombed in stillness, his personality darkened further. Rage replaced all else, and his internal code bent toward nihilism. Though he retained the clarity of mind to remember his promises, he lost any capacity for care or kinship. Love, friendship, and caring decayed within him. What remained was a pure, obsessive hatred; first for Mystara, then for all creation. This hatred kept him coherent during his eons of imprisonment, and it consumed him upon his release. In the end, Peccati was no longer a man of false-principle or brutal power; he was a monument to spite, a thinking weapon given purpose only through collapse.
+After his transformation into an Oblivione and his time entombed in stillness, his personality darkened further. Rage replaced all else, and his internal code bent toward nihilism. Though he retained the clarity of mind to remember his promises, he lost any capacity for care or kinship. Love, friendship, and caring decayed within him. What remained was a pure, obsessive hatred; first for Mystara, then for all '''[[Imagindarium's Creation|Creation]]'''. This hatred kept him coherent during his eons of imprisonment, and it consumed him upon his release. In the end, Peccati was no longer a man of false-principle or brutal power; he was a monument to spite, a thinking weapon given purpose only through collapse.
 == Powers & Abilities (Oblivione) ==
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 * '''Oblivione Recall'''  He had the power to summon all shut-down or inert Oblivione directly into himself. These dormant constructs, once sealed or scattered across time and space, could be pulled back into his inner dimensional matrix instantly, rejoining his will as part of his integrated mass.
-* '''Remnant-Embedding Projection'''  Peccati could insert himself into another being’s Remnant Spirit, using any object as a conduit. This allowed him to hide within a host, bypass psychic scans, or prepare for possession without altering the host’s will. From within, he could observe, protect, or later emerge into full autonomy when conditions allowed.
+* '''Remnant-Embedding Projection'''  Peccati could insert himself into another being’s Remnant Spirit, using them as a conduit. This allowed him to hide within a host, bypass psychic scans, or prepare for possession without altering the host’s will. From within, he could observe, protect, or later emerge into full autonomy when conditions allowed.
 == Biography ==
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 During his years as an enforcer and strategist for his father’s criminal syndicate, Peccati quickly distinguished himself through a combination of savagery and shrewdness. Peccati’s actions included systematic extortion, assassination of rivals, and forced submission of powerful independent actors into the Reus family's dominion. He was also known for his violent sexual conquests, often asserting dominance over other men in ways that further reinforced his authority. Despite these cruelties, he was admired by those closest to him for his fierce protectiveness and unwavering loyalty. His relationships with allies were marked by sincere affection and mutual dependence, forming a rare core of trust within an empire of fear.
-It was during one of the syndicate’s expansionary campaigns into rival's territories, at Peccati met Perdita, a fellow male Capti who had worked as a contract broker; later made a syndicated operative of considerable talent. What began as a transactional alliance quickly developed into a relationship of deep personal significance. The bond between Peccati and Perdita provided him with a rare source of stability. Their union, initially met with confusion and derision by many within the organization, became an unexpected anchor that would influence many of Peccati’s later decisions. Perdita, unlike many in Peccati’s circle, was not subjugated by him, but rather treated as a full partner in both crime and affection; though his ritual taking of men continued regardless.
+It was during one of the syndicate’s expansionary campaigns into rival's territories, that Peccati met Perdita, a fellow male Capti who had worked as a contract broker; later made a syndicated operative of considerable talent. What began as a transactional alliance quickly developed into a relationship of deep personal significance. The bond between Peccati and Perdita provided him with a rare source of stability. Their union, initially met with confusion and derision by many within the organization, became an unexpected anchor that would influence many of Peccati’s later decisions. Perdita, unlike many in Peccati’s circle, was not subjugated by him, but rather treated as a full partner in both crime and affection; though his ritual taking of men continued regardless.
 Peccati matured and consolidated influence within the organization, and tensions with his father escalated. Dictius Reus, unwilling to relinquish authority, increasingly viewed his son as a threat rather than a successor. This clash of intents ultimately ended with Dictius' assassination, an act executed personally by Peccati. Following this, Peccati seized the reins of power without contest. His leadership marked a drastic transformation in both scale and ambition. No longer content with merely maintaining his father’s territorial holdings, he envisioned and implemented a network of integrated and autonomous criminal cells stretching across a great number of planetary systems, each answering to his central authority on Et-Nos.
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 Following his ascension as head of the syndicate, Peccati Reus wielded immense power across the Ambrosia Galaxy's criminal underbelly. His operations on Et-Nos, already entrenched, expanded to form a centralized command structure independent of any planetary governance. The local ruling bodies of Et-Nos, long ineffective and compromised, were effectively sidelined as Peccati assumed full control of planetary infrastructure through intimidation, subversion, black-mail, and economic domination. Under his rule, Et-Nos became both a fortress world and a black-market capital for interstellar contraband.
-This new order, commonly referred to by its members as the Syndicate of Et-Nos, operated through an intricate layered system of extortion rings, illegal sex trafficking, smuggling routes, illicit artifact trafficking, and mercenary activity. Peccati restructured the syndicate’s governance, instituting a brutal but efficient system of command that rewarded loyalty and punished hesitation with the brutal finality of death. His most trusted lieutenants, including his husband Perdita, were empowered to act with near total-autonomy in distant sectors, ensuring rapid expansion and limited need for centralized micromanagement.
+This new order, commonly referred to by its members as the '''Syndicate of Et-Nos''', operated through an intricate layered system of extortion rings, illegal sex trafficking, smuggling routes, illicit artifact trafficking, and mercenary activity. Peccati restructured the syndicate’s governance, instituting a brutal but efficient system of command that rewarded loyalty and punished hesitation with the brutal finality of death. His most trusted lieutenants, including his husband Perdita, were empowered to act with near total-autonomy in distant sectors, ensuring rapid expansion and limited need for centralized micromanagement.
 === Seeds of Failure ===
-The Etymology of All-Being, a sovereign and ancient galactic order of immense political and metaphysical authority over the whole of  known Ambrosia, began to take notice. Chief among the offended was Mystara, one of the Ten Supreme Authorities. Her dominion over the material and immaterial flows of relic-based artifacts was compromised when a seemingly routine shipment was intercepted by Peccati’s forces. The stolen cargo included, among other things, a collection of unmarked, clear crystals. These artifacts, dismissed by the smugglers and criminals alike as worthless curios, were later revealed to be '''[[Fragments of Remembrance (Imagindarium)|Fragments of Remembrance]]'''; the only remaining extant objects embedded with remnants of Ambrosian Magic.
+The Etymology of All-Being, a sovereign and ancient galactic order of immense political and metaphysical authority over the whole of  known Ambrosia, began to take notice. Chief among the offended was Mystara, one of the Ten Supreme Authorities. Her dominion over the material and immaterial flows of relic-based artifacts was compromised when a seemingly routine shipment was intercepted by Peccati’s forces. The stolen cargo included, among other things, a collection of unmarked, clear crystals. These artifacts, dismissed by the smugglers and criminals alike as worthless curios, were later revealed to be '''[[Fragments of Remembrance (Imagindarium)|Fragments of Remembrance]]'''; the only remaining extant objects embedded with remnants of '''[[Fragments of Creation (Ambrosia)|Ambrosian Magic]]'''.
 The Fragments of Remembrance were not only ancient and rare; they were instrumentally essential in the secret plot Mystara had spent the prior thousand years in the beginnings of. She had spent several centuries searching for extant Fragments of Remembrance, having finally found them upon the ocean moon of '''[[Illnium (Imagindarium)|Illnium]]'''.
-And, unknown to Peccati, the theft threatened to severe an arcane link necessary for the eventual reassembly of the God Legion, a divine engine of war intended for future deployment by Mystara so that she may seize total personal control over the galaxy. Though Peccati did not recognize the importance of what he had taken, his syndicate’s meddling in such domains elevated his status from a mere nuisance, to an existential threat in her eyes towards her Ultimate End.
+And, unknown to Peccati, the theft threatened to severe an arcane link necessary for the eventual assembly of the '''[[God Legion (Imagindarium)|God Legion]]''', a divine engine of war intended for future deployment by Mystara so that she may seize total personal control over the galaxy. Though Peccati did not recognize the importance of what he had taken, his syndicate’s meddling in such domains elevated his status from a mere nuisance, to an existential threat in her eyes towards her '''[[Ultimate End (Imagindarium)|Ultimate End]]'''.
 === Destruction of Et-Nos ===
-Her response to this defiance was immediate and absolute .The sky over Et-Nos split open with synchronized orbital detonations; massive arcs of energetic beans cascading downwards from the celestial axis above the surface. Mystara’s forces made no declarations, issued no demands, and gave no warnings. Planetary communication satellites were obliterated in minutes. Automated bombardment platforms deployed from orbit, targeting major strongholds, population centers, and known transportation hubs and networks. Entire lands were vaporized in coordinated strikes, leaving behind craters of fused glass and dust. Cities burned before evacuation orders could be issued, as civilian casualties escalated into the millions within mere hours.
+Her response to this defiance was immediate and absolute .The sky over Et-Nos split open with synchronized orbital detonations; massive arcs of energetic beams cascading downwards from the celestial axis above the surface. Mystara’s forces made no declarations, issued no demands, and gave no warnings. Planetary communication satellites were obliterated in minutes. Automated bombardment platforms deployed from orbit, targeting major strongholds, population centers, and known transportation hubs and networks. Entire lands were vaporized in coordinated strikes, leaving behind craters of fused glass and dust. Cities burned before evacuation orders could be issued, as civilian casualties escalated into the millions within mere hours.
 Descending from the ruptured atmosphere came legions of Mystara’s mechanical enforcers; fleshless constructs powered by nothing but titanium alloy held together by drive cores; each imbued with the will of their creator. These machines bore no symbols, no speech, and no individuality. They swept across the surface of Et-Nos in silent precision, moving from city to city, slaughtering men, women, and children indiscriminately. Populations were reduced to mass gravesites. Streets ran black with vaporized blood. Resistance was minimal; even the most heavily armed syndicate cells were overwhelmed in minutes.
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 And yet, amidst the annihilation, something unexpected occurred. A young Capti woman; self-styling herself as "''[[Bunny-Blonde (Ambrosia)|Bunny-Blonde]]"'' rose up from the burning cities and took command of local resistance efforts. With no formal power and armed only with stolen weapons and raw tactical brilliance, she waged an improbable insurgency against Mystara’s forces. Through misdirection, sabotage, and sheer speed, she disabled entire mechanical battalions, evading countermeasures and eliminating commanders with surgical precision.
-In the climactic moment of her campaign, Bunny-Blonde managed to reach Mystara herself. In a reversal of design, she managed turned Mystara’s own Necro-Shaper against her, striking the Supreme Authority unawares with her own Oblivione-forging weapon. For the briefest moment, Mystara teetered on the edge of being entombed; one breath from annihilation, closest she ever came to being made undone. But the blow was insufficient. Her inherent divinity and endless Remnant-Darkness reasserted itself, repelling the transmutation and overpowering the mortal girl with contemptuous ease. In a gesture of mockery and punishment, Mystara did not kill Bunny-Blonde. She made her the first Oblivione. Forever aware. Forever locked.
+In the climactic moment of her campaign, Bunny-Blonde managed to reach Mystara herself. In a reversal of design, she sneakily turned Mystara’s own Necro-Shaper against her, striking the Supreme Authority unawares with her own Oblivione-forging weapon. For the briefest moment, Mystara teetered on the edge of being entombed; one breath from annihilation, closest she ever came to being made undone. But the blow was insufficient. Her inherent divinity and endless Remnant-Darkness reasserted itself, repelling the transmutation and overpowering the mortal girl with contemptuous ease. In a gesture of mockery and punishment, Mystara did not kill Bunny-Blonde. She made her the first Oblivione. Forever aware. Forever locked.
 Following this; the Oblivione process was deployed across the surface without trial. Those who had survived amongst syndicate leaders and military officers were captured and instantly converted; Noctillius-enforced metallic casings wrapped their bodies in seconds, sealing them in perpetual stillness. Through Consciousness Melding, they were left fully aware, fully alive, and eternally bound to the will of Mystara, and as a permanent warning towards any thought of defiance.
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 === Ring Deception ===
-Posing as a displaced refugee from a minor border skirmish on Julatheena, Carol Myaa was granted entry to the Ring Majestic without issue. The station, a sovereign bastion of Syx Corsage’s rule, prided itself on humanitarian neutrality. Even with rigorous security protocols in place, Carol’s entry was seamless. Her mannerisms, fabricated history, and physiological falsifications were executed with a precision that even Veronica; the Ring’s hyper-intelligent overseer AI; could not detect. Despite Veronica's use of psionic scanning across new entries, Carol’s inner core remained opaque, shielded by the dormant presence of Peccati Reus nestled in her soul.
+Posing as a displaced refugee from a minor border skirmish on Julatheena, Carol Myaa was granted entry to the Ring Majestic without issue. The station, a sovereign bastion of Syx Corsage’s rule, prided itself on humanitarian neutrality. Even with rigorous security protocols in place, Carol’s entry was seamless. Her mannerisms, fabricated history, and physiological falsifications were executed with a precision that even '''[[Veronica (Ambrosia)|Veronica]]'''; the Ring’s hyper-intelligent overseer ''AI''; could not detect. Despite Veronica's use of '''[[Psionic (Ambrosia - Source)|Psionic]]''' scanning across new entries, Carol’s inner core remained opaque, shielded by the dormant presence of Peccati Reus nestled in her soul.
-In the following days, Carol maneuvered with practiced subtlety. Using charm, fabricated vulnerability, and an unassuming demeanor, she rose quickly in social rank within the residential districts. Within less than a week, she acquired a position as a systems technician attached to the outer shell of the Control Tower; a structure which served as the command nexus for Syx herself. Still; Carol knew she could not attempt a direct assault. Syx Corsage was not merely a figure of legend; her power was astronomical. To challenge her head-on would be suicide.
+In the following days, Carol maneuvered with practiced subtlety. Using charm, fabricated vulnerability, and an unassuming demeanor, she rose quickly in social rank within the residential districts. Within less than a week, she acquired a position as a systems technician attached to the outer shell of the '''Control Tower'''; a structure which served as the command nexus for Syx herself. Still; Carol knew she could not attempt a direct assault. Syx Corsage was not merely a figure of legend; her power was astronomical. To challenge her head-on would be suicide.
-Instead; Carol changed course. She directed her attention toward Syx’s lineage. Of her many children, one stood out; '''[[Cyrus Corsage]]''', a young Jaslith adopted as her second child. Unlike his elder siblings, Cyrus exhibited no overwhelming power or combat skill. Carol introduced herself as a technician assigned to a monitoring relay near his practice quarters. From there, through carefully staged encounters and seeded coincidences, a rapport grew between them. Conversations turned to confidences. Confidences turned to closeness. And soon, a fragile romance bloomed; one sincere only on his end.
+Instead; Carol changed course. She directed her attention toward Syx’s lineage. Of her many children, one stood out; '''[[Cyrus Corsage]]''', a young '''[[Jaslith]]''' adopted as her second child. Unlike his elder siblings, Cyrus exhibited no overwhelming power or combat skill. Carol introduced herself as a technician assigned to a monitoring relay near his practice quarters. From there, through carefully staged encounters and seeded coincidences, a rapport grew between them. Conversations turned to confidences. Confidences turned to closeness. And soon, a fragile romance bloomed; one sincere only on his end.
 Carol’s affection was false. She had no interest in Cyrus as a person. He was simply the ideal candidate. She knew Peccati could not be unleashed inside the Ring without risk of immediate failure. However; if Cyrus were taken; if he were rendered an Oblivione through their proximity; then Peccati could use him as a secondary shell, bypassing layers of the Ring's security that Carol herself could not penetrate. Once Cyrus was turned, Peccati could release all the Capti-Oblivione stored within him, seeding chaos throughout the Ring Majestic. Their numbers would swell, and in that fractured moment, they could turn their force against Syx herself.
-One evening, beneath the false dusk of the Ring’s skies, Carol invited Cyrus to join her in a return to her home world — Julatheena — to visit her parents. Before departing Cyrus would first ask his mother, as the Ring Majestic had long been the largest target across nearly every major interstellar nation in the whole of the known galaxy. Seemingly seeing no issue, Syx gave her permission, Cyrus was cleared for departure. Thus; Peccati's plan was in motion. They would leave the Ring, isolate him, convert him, and return with a fracture planted deep within the throne of the Godqueen. However; unbeknownst to Carol nor Peccati; Veronica’s presence was embedded within Cyrus from birth. Dormant unless needed, she could awaken at a moment’s notice to protect or observe. Carol’s deception had seemingly gone undetected thus far, and the moment they exited orbit, Veronica would begin to observe the two.
+One evening, beneath the false dusk of the Ring’s skies, Carol invited Cyrus to join her in a return to her home world — Julatheena — to visit her parents. Before departing Cyrus would first ask his mother, as the Ring Majestic had long been the largest target across nearly every major interstellar nation in the whole of the known galaxy. Seemingly seeing no issue, Syx gave her permission, and Cyrus was cleared for departure. Thus; Peccati's plan was in motion. They would leave the Ring, isolate him, convert him, and return with a fracture planted deep within the throne of the Godqueen. However; unbeknownst to Carol nor Peccati; Veronica’s presence was embedded within Cyrus from birth. Dormant unless needed, she could awaken at a moment’s notice to protect or observe. Carol’s deception had seemingly gone undetected thus far, and the moment they exited orbit, Veronica would begin to observe the two.
 === Battle of the Capti-Oblivione ===
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 Peccati, bound as ever to his guiding law, did not hesitate. She had served her function. Her debt was paid. In the span of a breath, he reached into her core, touched the soul where he had once rested, and brought the transformation to bear. Carol collapsed against the wall, trembling as her skin hardened, blackened, and smoothed into seamless alloy. The light left her eyes as vision was replaced by awareness. Her breath died. Her voice silenced. But her mind continued, alive and unmoving, locked in a perfect and eternal metal stillness. She had become exactly what she had dreamed of; permanent, mechanical, absolute, and eternal.
-Peccati turned to Cyrus. The boy had stepped back, frightened, but uncertain. He didn’t understand what he had seen, but he instantly realized he was next. Peccati raised his hand, the Noctillius already forming, ready to carve away the last piece needed to collapse the Ring from within. And then: light exploded across the whole of the ship. A flash so blinding and sudden it warped time around it. Two figures stood in the shimmering gold: Syx Corsage in her radiant Golden Sovereign form, and beside her, impossibly alive, was the Oblivione form of Bunny Blonde.
+Peccati turned to Cyrus. The boy had stepped back, frightened, but uncertain. He didn’t understand what he had seen, but he instantly realized he was next. Peccati raised his hand, the Noctillius already forming, ready to carve away the last piece needed to collapse the Ring from within. And then: light exploded across the whole of the ship. A flash so blinding and sudden it warped time around it. Two figures stood in the shimmering gold: Syx Corsage in her radiant '''Golden Sovereign''' form, and beside her, impossibly alive, was the Oblivione form of Bunny Blonde.
 Bunny Blonde’s undead mechanical expression was unreadable; somewhere between sorrow and fury. She stepped forward, meeting Peccati's gaze with a familiarity he hadn’t felt since his reawakening. She spoke first, revealing she had sensed his return the moment his essence passed into the Ring through Carol. She had revived long before he had, by force of will alone, clinging to identity through the void of her mind. In the vast time since; she had allied herself with Syx Corsage. When Carol entered the Ring, Bunny had known immediately something was amiss, telling Syx of the danger; but the two would choose to watch, to wait, to learn. And now she had her answer.