convocation of the fourteen.

It all begins on Etheirys. The eternal beginning, where life was never easily thwarted in passing time. Where the beauty of the world could never be dismissed by your present accord. Maintained by a sanctum group referred to as the Convocation of the Fourteen. Within their well—adored seats, resided a woman by the name of Persephone. However, her title— Emet—Selch, surpassed her label. A reference only spoken upon close friends was a mystery to the rest. Emet—Selch was an adverse individual in transformation magic and a protector of the aetherial sea. Although stubborn when it came to duty, her care spoke measures to the amount of love she held for her people.

the sundering.

Obvious was it that the world would come to an end. But, the discernible was swept beneath a visage of neglected memories. Doom by their own seeming mistakes roused across Etheirys, devouring everything in sight. Desperate, the Convocation sought horrific solutions. Casting their souls into the grasp of an ancient power. Soon, the beauty of the world crumbled away into the darkness. The aetherical split only spared a few in a curse to trek the path. To never forget who they once were.

the seventh umbral era.

Despite remaining a mystery like most of the paragons, Emet-Selch was quite an obvious source of scheming in the few that lived to tell the tale. Although a difficult individual to find, her intentions seemed rather obvious and, light—hearted. Only offering guidance and posing as aid to those with higher power in present society. In particular, she seems rather harmonious in her duties with the Holy See. Of which most know her as Aurrelle and not her true self— Emet—Selch.

the seat of emet—selch.

TRAIT NAME: Persephone
[break]DESCRIPTION: Alongside her paragon companions, Emet—Selch is a master of creation. Able to wield spells of destruction with swift ease or grasp onto the fleeting life within the aetherial sea before it disappears forever. Her creations are to such an extreme, that she could create the illusion of false cities or domains of which begets merely her own theatrics. Alongside this, she is also a master of rebirth. Her connection to the aetherial sea allows her to return almost immediately to the Source, or elsewhere. A display which rests far above the rest of her companions.
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Emet-Selch's greatest display of power albeit, her rarest show, is her ability to transform. She becomes a much larger version of herself, littered with beautiful, dark flowers, curled horns, and a staff. A showcase to her true—self. Surpassing her usual display of sorcery with something far more overbearing. The soul of Persephone breaking past the visage of her mortal body.