Magus Tumbaj of the Mount (#3147)
(Affinity): Darkness (Alignment): Neutral (Faction): White Hat
Enigmatic by nature, Magus Tumbaj is something of a recluse. Although he bares no rune, he is a sorcerer with an obsession to strange- aesthetic and ceremonial practices. He leads these rituals to achieve various states of altered consciousness as he makes his way up and down the cosmic ladder (axis-mundai).
Knowledge is kept that Tumbaj had a body long- long ago, however, It's said after grabbing a bunch of mushrooms from a local tavern, the sorcerer then set out to perform a ritual that forever changed him at Dream Master Lake.
Little is known of what happened that night, but the tale goes as follows:
At the height of a mushroom trip, Magus Tumbaj drew leylines and hieroglyphs all over his physical form and hung himself with a vine from Yggdrasil (the great tree at Dream Master Lake). It was understood he was in pursuit of deeper mysteries that dwelt beyond the meager constraints of mortality. For 9 days and 9 nights he swung to- and fro, no food, no water, teetering on the precipice of life and death until chaos stirred in the waters below and vibration gave way to shape and form. No one knows what was seen in the visions of Dream Master Lake that night. It's one of those unutterable things that is personal to Tumbaj’s experience alone. Whatever it was, Tumbaj reached up in an instant to sever the vine that suspended him above the glowing waters, drawing himself, drowning himself, ever closer to the otherside.
Entered by: 0x155b…57A2 and preserved on chain (see transaction)
Tumbaj’s testimonial encounter with the Logos:
Masked Ball (1999 Extended Mix) < Play Soundtrack and Read Lore https://youtu.be/fHRLoVmPeLU
Tumbaj Speaks:
“Nearly 9 nights I nodded… perched like a pendulum, thrice!- I swung back and forth; unto life… unto death… unto life again… Until my sacrifice hath been heard by the gods ad infinitum… Above, the aurora borealis began to burn bright; and below, a sound echoed across the face of the deep. As this voice spoke, it gave shape and form to the chaos, speaking in truths and half-truths, parceled by a tongue I know not…
“Ả̷̖͙̳̈́͛͂ͅĹ̴͕̠͙̩͋͂͌̋̈̓̍͝D̷̡̨͚̦̠̥͓̲̦̭͋́̓̈̎̈́̔̕͝K̶̡͙͓͙̀̾̌̾͂̋̀̽̽̏F̶̹̖̜̤̩̦͕̾́͛̎̒́͂̇A̴̼̤̠̖͎̭̠̥̲̺̔̐́̉L̶̢̨͓͓̃͜D̵̻̹̳͓̠̪́K̶̛͍̭͍̪̿͂̎̊͝J̵̧̛̩̮̙͓͋́̚ͅͅͅḞ̵̱͕͇͔͑͐̑̃́͂̕ͅA̶̧͓̻͇̰͚̞̟̔̈́͊̇̽̊̄͝D̵̡̛͚͖̫̒̀̚F̴̨̡̭̥͓͖͙̀̉̄̃͂͘͝P̷̡̢̩̯͈̱͎͕̱̈́̎̕͝O̷̬̯̼͙̰̹̜̞͌̏̀͌̓͘̚Ì̸̧͔͍͎̳̦̫̜̱́R̸̢͇̝̤̫̀̈̌̄H̶̳͚̰̑̐̄̋̀͆̀̓͑̿F̵̨̢̼̳̹̲̀͐̾̈̏͗͂̌͝Ơ̷̧̞͎̓̇͆̚Å̵͖̲͚͆͊̌̂̈́͛͛͝R̷͓̞͈͈͓̼̯̈́̔̈́̿͌Ḭ̵͖̔̅̃̇͜H̶̥̀̅̊̆̍̎̄͝T̵̨͕̻͔̖̫͂̈́͐̉͆̚Q̷̪̘̲͓̒̽̀̈́̅̓̕͘͜͝Ỏ̸̳̭̺͍͔̻̺͎̓́̈́̍̊͜͝T̵̨̢̻̼̫͇̃̀̕͜͝͝Ĥ̴̞D̴̪̖̥̓̅͌̍̔̋͊̕ͅͅJ̴̨̘͙̭̦́̅͋͜Ḟ̴̀̅̐̿̀̊̕̚ͅV̶̡̥̤̝̋́̓̽̕̚̕͠͝Z̷̢̹̦͈͙͖̦̱̏̓̍͆́̒̑ͅD̸̛̲̬̰̜̖̪̫̀̓̇̇V̸̛͉͙͕͌͋͐́̓̊̓̈́̚N̶̛̥͉̦̥̥͓V̷̨̪̗̬̺̜͈̥̫̾͗͌̓̆̇̊͌͝F̶̡͈̩̣̜̜͒̈́̆̽̿̏̚̕C̷̝̱̦̠̣̪͈̣͎͒͋̀̐͠͝Z̵̛͇̘̮̞̩̳̆̇͂͋̌̔̚͝ͅĻ̸͙͓͍̝̮̻̋͗̎̽̇̂̕N̴͉̠̝̆͋͌́̂̐̇̃V̵̨̫͔̪̥͙̘͊L̴̖̹̻̔̍͑̿͑̄͝͝F̵̛̮̺͓̥͉͐̌̊͊̉͌͋̕ͅ”
-It sayeth...
“Ǎ̸̡͍̟͉̖̈́͋͠͠L̷͖̯̺͔̮͖̫̱͚͑͊̈́͠S̴̥̫͆́͂̔͂́̏͑̄J̷̡̇̀̈̏́͘Ḑ̵̧͈̳̼̗͈͖̙̓͋̒͜L̶̢̖̣͕̳̒̚Ä̵̫̝́͆̆̋̿D̷͂̂̇̆̓̌̏̈̏ͅF̸̧̬̗̖͒͌͌͠Ḑ̸̧̢̬̥̝̤͔̥̆̄̆̈̓͑͘͝Ľ̸̡̻̲̮͓̱͚̼̠̩̎̿͗̈́́̄̕͝J̵̢̭̼̀̓͛͘͝F̴̨͈̩́̿Ą̵̙̳͍̳̤̉͊͋̾͛̅ͅW̶̡̜̪̘̠̺͚̙̺̓́̅̾̌O̸̞͖̻̘̪̘͑͐̀̈I̴̛̤̻͚̝̰̊̋̓̔̍͐̈́Ë̴̢̩͍̥̖̩̠̬͓͕̕J̶̢̠̪̫̟̗̆F̷͈͉̰̎͋͋͋Ą̸̰̯̺̠̖͔̙̱͂̈́͂̏͗͆̕͜͝͝S̶̨̨͖͎̺̜̭̟̮̫̾̾͝D̶̞̯͍͉͆̄́̉͋̂̃̚͘͝ͅJ̸̝̰̹̭̮̌͗͝Ļ̶̫̦̞̳̻̠̬̂̊̀͊͒C̵̰̦̪̥̹̫̜͎̈̂̽͜N̸͉̹̰̏̽̌͜͜Z̶̼͔͈̝̯̔̃N̶̞̘͈̜̻͋̈́̉̿͑͝V̷̢̬̦̈́̉͐͝Ļ̷̛̘̯͙̩͚̄͐͋̊̅͘͘͠S̴͎̪̃̔̅̆͛̋̿͝K̴̡̲̩̖̏̆̈́̿̉̂͂̔D̸̯͖͙̃̃N̷͍̟̠̋͝Ŝ̷̨̡̟̰͎͔͇̬̤̈́̌͊̚Ḓ̶̤̹͕͠K̶̨̨̲̘̣̺̖̯̙̑̒̔̈́̈́͊̂̓J̸̠͛̓̿͒́͛͘͘͝Ļ̴̧̧̠̪̥͕̺̫͇̈́̂̚J̴̨͖̹̟̻̤̳͂̑͑̔̿͛͌͗̚F̶̢̩͍̠̜̌̀̽͒̓̋̆̉͘̚L̵͓̉̾̇̚͝S̸̨̛̖͇̆́̄̎́̽̕͜D̵̛̺̭̔̽L̷̛̂̈̀̃̊̓̍̚͜S̶̛͍̲͗̓͌͂”
-I saweth…
Tumbaj Continues...
“The moon mirrored the madness of my distorted mind over the surface of the lake, and in that moment, I was cut from the cosmological netting of the clockwork universe…”
“As I plummeted towards the icy depths, hyperbolic knots in time and space unraveled and I was caught somewhere between for what felt like eons. Long was I forced to look upon my reflection on the face of the water before the final dissolution. And by the time I was back in this temporal dimension, the lake had parted, folding me into the murky deep.”
“Disturbed were the waters around me as they began to glow and my mind was flooded… into the light my awareness went, into the night my body was sent…”
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Tumbaj briefly regained consciousness as he was being carried away by the shadows. He managed a quick glimpse down at his hand, but he could not make it apart from the ensuing darkness… From light- again- casted into darkness, he slips back into the chasm of his mind to die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream…
Entered by: 0x155b…57A2 and preserved on chain (see transaction)
