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Matron Claddath, the Claddath Apostasy

Aliases:	Matron Claddath, the Claddath Apostasy
Gender:	Female
Demonym:	Claddath Apostate
Power Level:	Planar Power
Symbol:	A triune set of warped, writhing lampreys joined at the tails, which have a three-cornered eye at the center.
Alignment:	Chaotic Evil
Portfolio:	Subsumation, Memetic Infection, Adaptation
Worshipers:	Members of House Claddath, Fleshcrafters, Eugenicists, Perfectionists, Secularists
Domains:	Evil, Suffering, Healing
Arelith worshippers' alignments^[1]:	LE, NE,CE
Aspects:	Hearth and Home, Knowledge and Invention

Araushnee is dead.

There are many sages who can spend the entirety of their career arguing how it happened, why that bloated spider ruptured. Any reason is as good as any other, but what is important to know is this: She is dead, and she is not coming back.

We have inherited a world that is in absence of a graven image. Let the unity of shared disgrace consume you - your pride telling you that you are meant for more - you must BE more, this life you live is only nascent. We are dreams shackled to flesh - pulp yourself that you might be dream again, without the limits of sentience. You're beyond that - you have promise, and there are gifts that can only be hatched inside the conscious mind when present in the dimension of the sleepless.

There is a thing that sits at the center of the world and it is called ??????.

We need not the crutch of planar aid - it is addictive, laughable. Everything we need is here, upon this wretched world. Making up for our failings is easy enough: Your senses will betray you - scratch pearls into your soft tissue to incubate eyes with colors you have never seen. You shall never be blind again. Your memories can be rewritten - preserve them as black fumes, unseen molds, an infectious verse. Melt your failings into threads of meat to ??? ??????. Self-perfection is a group effort; you can be rebuilt into something Better. More.

It is easy enough to cultivate - liquid sleeplessness and a strain of the ?????? are enough to transfer our image and purpose. Once the disease in the split infinitive takes hold, it is just a matter of springing a leak within the cranium to allow the Truth in, through black fungi and bilious, white oils.

And then, when you open our new eyes, when your head has flowered into a bouquet, you will marvel at how we limped through this world on only three tiny parameters. We carry the message, trickling down hundreds of angles into the fractures that all creatures have within their souls. We are the forerunners of change, the collective dream of the ??????, lurking in the infinite distance between inborn globules - and once they notice you, we shall notice them - and soon, you too, will be able to experience the divinity of ??????????. They will resist, but only because they do not understand that they must slough off the burden of identity.

References

↑ On Arelith, the restriction for D&D clerics also applies to paladins and druids

[1] On Arelith, the restriction for D&D clerics also applies to paladins and druids

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 | Deity Aliases = Matron Claddath, the Claddath Apostasy
 | Deity Gender = Female
-| Deity Demonym =
+| Deity Demonym = Claddath Apostate
 | Deity Titles      = Matron Claddath, the Claddath Apostasy
 | Deity Power       = Planar Power
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 | Deity Aspect2 = [[Knowledge and Invention]]
 | Deity Portfolio   = Subsumation, Memetic Infection, Adaptation
-| Deity Worshipers  = The occult leadership of House Claddath and the few outsiders who have met mother.
+| Deity Worshipers  = Members of House Claddath, Fleshcrafters, Eugenicists, Perfectionists, Secularists
 | Deity Domains     = Evil, Suffering, Healing
 | Cleric Alignments = LE, NE,CE}}
-Those who meet the venerable Matron Claddath invariably emerge changed; emerging changed and altogether ''wrong'' possessed of strange biological modifications and a tendency to speak in the plural, the followers of mother tend to be altogether less, and more, than whatever they were previously.
+Araushnee is dead.
+There are many sages who can spend the entirety of their career arguing how it happened, why that bloated spider ruptured. Any reason is as good as any other, but what is important to know is this: She is dead, and she is not coming back.
+We have inherited a world that is in absence of a graven image. Let the unity of shared disgrace consume you - your pride telling you that you are meant for more - you must BE more, this life you live is only nascent. We are dreams shackled to flesh - pulp yourself that you might be dream again, without the limits of sentience. You're beyond that - you have promise, and there are gifts that can only be hatched inside the conscious mind when present in the dimension of the sleepless.
+There is a thing that sits at the center of the world and it is called ??????.
+We need not the crutch of planar aid - it is addictive, laughable. Everything we need is here, upon this wretched world. Making up for our failings is easy enough: Your senses will betray you - scratch pearls into your soft tissue to incubate eyes with colors you have never seen. You shall never be blind again. Your memories can be rewritten - preserve them as black fumes, unseen molds, an infectious verse. Melt your failings into threads of meat to ??? ??????. Self-perfection is a group effort; you can be rebuilt into something Better. More.
+It is easy enough to cultivate - liquid sleeplessness and a strain of the ?????? are enough to transfer our image and purpose. Once the disease in the split infinitive takes hold, it is just a matter of springing a leak within the cranium to allow the Truth in, through black fungi and bilious, white oils.
+And then, when you open our new eyes, when your head has flowered into a bouquet, you will marvel at how we limped through this world on only three tiny parameters. We carry the message, trickling down hundreds of angles into the fractures that all creatures have within their souls. We are the forerunners of change, the collective dream of the ??????, lurking in the infinite distance between inborn globules - and once they notice you, we shall notice them - and soon, you too, will be able to experience the divinity of ??????????. They will resist, but only because they do not understand that they must slough off the burden of identity.
 == References ==
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 [[Category:Eldritch Patrons]]
 [[Category:Any Race Deities]]
+[[Category:Planar Powers]]
 [[Category:Deities for Lawful Evil]]
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 [[Category:Deities of Hearth and Home]]
 [[Category:Deities of Knowledge and Invention]]
+{{DISPLAYTITLE:mother}}