#sygnus

[virtuallghosts]

Se limpou todo e ainda parece que está grudendo de sangue, sem contar com o gosto dentro da boca, tudo isso para conseguir o que quer. Depois que vestiu um manto, foi até Sygnus. — Me diz uma coisa, porque que tudo que é bom dura pouco?

Dito isso, juntou as mãos e esfregou, depois a tão preciosa chave apareceu.

@wildrift

[wonders-of-the-cosmos]

Sh2-106 is an emission nebula and a star formation region in the constellation Cygnus.

Credit: NASA/ESA & Hubble

[toakiora]

Tamir, Turaga of Fire

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Theme: Moon of Silence

Today marks the tenth anniversary of Ta-Koro’s fall. I have nearly scoured the entirety of Akota Nui in my search for knowledge, but I have yet to bring myself to traverse Ta’maunga Peak. Perhaps it’s simply my Ko-matoran instincts holding me back- surely I would perish in the heat, yes? No, the truth is I’m fearful- fearful of what may lie at its summit. Few Ta-matoran survived the incident- most weren’t present in Ta-Koro at the time. The few who escaped, however, claim to have seen a monstrous figure, silhouetted by the smoke of the volcano’s mouth, before their home was rendered to ash. Well, that’s what I’ve overheard from some tavernfolk- on a few separate occasions, that is. Many disregard these accounts as histrionic nonsense- that Ta’maunga simply erupted, and Ta-Koro perished in the resulting blast. Yet, none have dared ascend the molten mountain. Do they too hold such apprehensions? My travels have shed light on the shadows of our world, and I fear I’ve only glanced the edge of the abyss. What lies deeper in the darkness, I fear, would render me mad. Nevertheless, my choice is made.

The other day, I managed to find myself seated next to cloaked figure in a tavern on the border of Onu-Akota. I managed to glance her face beneath her hood- a gorgeous Ta-matoran. I could not contain myself, and I pressed for answers.

“What happened to Ta-Koro? Do you know the whereabouts of Tamir, your turaga? Did he truly perish in the incident?”

She quickly silenced me with a stern look. Drawing me close, she revealed the scimitar beneath her cloak- one which, based on its worn edge, had seen quite a bit of use- and said:

“Keep your voice down or I’ll cut your tongue out, or would you prefer those bandits make us toys for one of their clients?”

She was not mistaken- there were some rather-unsightly individuals huddled in the corner eyeing us suspiciously.

“I’m sure you know what a fine lady like me would fetch in the trafficking market, and I don’t plan on going back.”

Her eyes revealed everything- everything she’d lost. Her home, her loved ones- her innocence. I was overcome with a great sense of shame. Regaining my composure, I whispered:

“I know a simple apology will not suffice, but I’ll say it nevertheless. I’m-” She interrupted:

“I recognize you. You’re Kotapa, the chronicler, right? Look, I’m on my way to take care of some important business, but I need you to do me a favor. I know you’re searching for knowledge and stories and whatever, so I’ll let you in on a little secret, but only if you promise me something.”

Intrigued, I obliged.

“Good. I need you to meet me out back at midnight- tell no one. When we meet I need you to tell me all that you know about this:”

She lifted the top of her burlap sack open just for me to barely see what lied within- it was Tamir’s mask! Admittedly, I nearly jumped out of my seat, like a child, in excitement, but her strong hand, now on my shoulder, halted me. Again she glanced towards the group of bandits.

“One of them’s gone!” she quietly exclaimed.

Before we could assess the situation further, the missing bandit, unconscious, burst through the window. A female Onu-matoran, whose figure was hard and refined, kicked in the tavern door.

“Sygnus, it’s time we leave!” she yelled. Before we could move, the group of bandits were upon us. The Ta-matoran, Sygnus, and her colleague made quick work of them. They took to the door, but not without Sygnus leaving me with one final message:

“Meet us here in a week. When we return, our next stop will be Ta-Koro.”

~excerpt from the journal of Grand Scholar Kotapa

Will of Fire

“Remember, my son, fear the flame. It knows neither friend nor foe- only endless hunger. Guide it, so that it may consume the dark. Guide us, as I had once before.”

~Tavian’s final words

Bonus: Magma Swords

Relics which predate even the Ancients. Legend tells of a great leader whose flame shed light upon the blackest nights and brought an end to the reign of darkness.

[nomstellations]

I do!

Sygnus' true form is massive and vast, but he can both sizeshift and shapeshift! their current form is a humanoid one, taken on by an empty spacesuit they're wearing. they generally try to keep their size small enough for most lifeforms to interact with, but they don't quite have a good concept of what that is so they unintentionally frighten people a lot...

[nomstellations]

I'm ready to hear about the nerd- i mean black hole pred! :D

every subsequent ask i get I'll share a different factoid about him :)

Its name is Sygnus! Pronounce he/they/it

They're a cosmic avatar of destruction- the All-Devouring meant to swallow the universe....except they awakened with no memories. Now he wanders the universe investigating alien planets and looking for a way to sate his endless hunger...

[virtuallghosts]

O estranho vento que chegou no dormitório onde estava o Sygnus tinha uma cor que variava entre o esbraquiçado e vermelho. Definitivamente isso não era normal, mas uma vez perto de Sygnus, aquele vento tomou a forma de Reyel que estava com ambas as mãos para trás. O corpo dele apenas parecia ser físico até a metade do corpo, o resto era fumaça vermelha. — Meu amigo....Que situação é essa que você se enfiou?

@wildrift

[nomstellations]

Since Sygnus is a black hole with a belly that functions as a hammerspace, can they do like vortex vore or whatever you wanna call?

yeah he can, but he prefers the theatrics of voring the normal way. his mouth is impossible to escape like a black hole, though

[nomstellations]

When it comes to Sygnus, i remember you said he could eat/absorb anything. When they do that, does it just look like someone is falling into a hole (literally) or is there a sorta vacuum or bendy effects or whatever you wanna call it? Like could they just go up to a giant many times their size and then just go *sluuuurp* since their belly acts as a hammerspace with all kinds of nebulas and astoroids in there?

I think he'd be capable of inhaling things like a traditional black hole would, but I don't imagine spaghettification would be enjoyable for prey....vacuum vore stuff doesn't really do anything for me either, so while it's possible it probably won't come up much :0

Sygnus CAN absolutely do that to a giant though, no problem. He can shape and sizeshift to match things in size but that can't stop him from catching something huge in his mouth and gulping it down like nothing