Ixcthu's Motivation

Loneliness is a funny thing. In a human heart it can begin as a fleeting pang; subconscious. It can spread narrow tendrils from below, breaking the narrow crust that separates the soil of the submerged mind from the atmosphere of the conscious, above. There, left untended and unplucked, it will flourish apace. Such is its potential for explosive growth that in a garden devoid of competitive species it will establish itself as the main feature, seize control of the ecosystem.

But what of the heart of a god ? How does loneliness root itself, feed, grow ? And whence the seed ?

Title of this Tome

Staff Aflame, Sword Aflight, Sceptre Apparent

Character Study

He is of above-average height, just tall enough that when you swing your head to meet his eyes, obscured by the shiny, black, long, girlish tresses falling from his crown, that you find your eyes swivelling upward to meet his. And those eyes burn with frightening intensity, as if reflecting a secretly tended inner flame. His shoulders are rounded and his stony face resolute, giving the impression as he walks forward of a steadfast ship leaning into a resisting wind. But to what port sails he ?