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Post by Reyn » Sun Aug 12, 2018 10:19 pm

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Once upon an old clock tower, there lived a man who knew too much.
Some claimed his knowledge gave him power, though he would never say as such.
He stood alone amidst the gears, with corpses strewn about the floor.
T'was there he lived for many years, and there he worked for many more.
Countless tried to see his face, to talk to him and hear his name,
But his home was a fatal place, and each one perished just the same.
In the end, as with fate's plan, his own mind brought about his fall.
A maddened being, far from man...

...if he were ever man at all.
coming soon fuckers
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Some say the clock tower stands to this day, in the isolated countryside atop a hill. They claim to hear it, when all other noise has fallen away, the relentless ticking of the gears cutting through the silence like a hot knife... but, as soon as the sound is noticed, it fades into nothingness. They claim to see it, standing tall through the hilltop fog, watching over the countryside and mocking it with its stature and mystery... but, as soon as they draw close enough to see anything more than a silhouette, it is swallowed up by the mist. If only they would walk just a little closer, if only they would climb just a little further up that dreaded hill, then they would see it.

The clock tower was never just a story.

There are a few who braved the journey, of course. Once, it was adventurers; scholars who studied ancient legend, who saw how all the maps and charts pointed to this area as being the exact spot the myth described. Now, however, the tower's mystery attracts a different type of visitor. Teenagers, young adults, anyone naïve enough to take a challenge from their friends after hearing its tale spoken to them around a campfire. They bring cameras and other such things, all hoping to finally be the one to return with the proof that this place exists, and to satisfy the will of the friends who sent them up. Usually, they get the proof they want.

They just never get the chance to return with it.

If they had been more observant, listened a bit more closely to the lore that passed about the tower, they would have known never to go up there. In all the tales, in all the legends, not once has a person been said to escape. These deaths are a key part of why the tower stands in infamy, and yet so many young fools take this inevitability of fate to be some sort of challenge. The tower makes no exception for naïveté. It is hungry. It takes whatever it can get; be it a tough, daring explorer, or an innocent child sent out to die by their friends. After all, it holds the embodiment of time, and time does not discriminate.

It's their own fault, walking to their deaths like that.

There are a few things that come from the tower. Strange letters, beckoning people to make the journey, drawing in those unfortunate souls who would soon perish behind those walls. Strange watches, beautifully crafted and strangely alluring, each one granting its owner a miraculous benefit, only to cause their end shortly after. Strange birds, crows with eyes too wide, that have seen far more than any human ever has. A strange man, with the gentle face of a person the world never knew, who uses a visage that looks so perfectly human to hide the fact that he is physically no more than ashen dust and tarnished bronze.

That old dust can carry some secrets, you know.

He goes by many names, often taking up the identity of a human who lived not long before the modern age. Alexander, some call him. Charles. Cecil. Edward. Anything that seemed right for the time, used to keep an air of anonymity about him. Still, there is one name that stood above them all. Some might call it his true name, if such a concept could ever apply to a being like him. The man who stands alone atop that cursed tower, who embodies the very essence of time itself. The mystery that caused many to go insane, and even more to meet their end. He who has always lived and will live forevermore, who inhabits every second of every hour of every day of everywhen.

The Clockmaker.

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Name-
The Clockmaker.
Alias-
It varies. Currently, he goes byAlexander.
Gender-
Male.
Age-
Limitless. The Clockmaker inhabits every point in time that there ever has been and ever will be. Heembodiesage, to put it one way.
Species-
He's a fairly unique case; a 'species' is not something he can fit into. I suppose'embodiment'would describe him best. Or just 'time'
Occupation-
As his name suggests, he makes clocks and other clockwork devices, including (allegedly) the clock tower's guardians.
Alignment-
You're better off not knowing.
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A dangerous man, a dangerous home, a dangerous place to be.
The hill where only dead men roam, that only time can see.
Each step towards the clock tower's heart, one must make sure is wary
For each threat is not far apart and danger does not vary.
Inside that place, for countless years, he lays his machinations
In twisted creatures, bone and gears; temporal aberrations.
But even if you fight them well, and for yourself you fend
Beware; inside this clockwork hell...

...his power has no end.
this really is a clock-themed nightmare
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Four people entered the clock tower one dark winter's night. Four friends, four lives, four bodies which never left that dreaded place.


The first, a young student girl, fell down as the group walked towards the first flight of stairs. She collapsed into a heap on the floor, coughing and spluttering in a desperate attempt to rid her lungs of whatever had worked its way inside them. A cloud of dust spewed from her mouth, coating the floor in front of her in a fine layer of grey. Soon, the dust began appearing in other places, spreading through her veins towards her hands, eyes, and most of her face. It wasn't long before the girl's fate became apparent:

Her body was turning to ash, becoming like the petrified flesh of a corpse that had been dead for millennia.


The second was a struggling artist, who suffered thoughts of suicide which he had so far managed to channel into his work. Upon hearing the creak of rope against wood, he foolishly thought to look up. There, dangling from the wooden beams above him, was a corpse hung by the neck by a rope; a corpse that looked all too familiar. Frozen in place by both fear and curiosity, he continued to stare, until a sharp breeze turned the body around to face him. It was only then that he realised why it looked so familiar: the dead man before the artist was the artist himself, looking exactly as he did five years prior. This realisation lasted for just a moment, however:

As soon as his eyes met with those of his past self, the artist simply ceased to be.


The third made it almost to the top, when she was confronted by the Clockmaker himself. He spoke no words, communicating to her through a mere shake of his head and a calm, yet icy smile. The Clockmaker moved with a speed too quick for her to even register. It was almost too fast to be movement; it was as if he had already been in that position the entire time, and she had only now realised. With the same, unfathomable speed, he lunged forwards, drawing a sword from the handle of his cane and plunging it into her neck. As soon as the blade made contact with her flesh, however, time seemed to stop almost completely. She was stuck, frozen in place, staring at the mad grin of the Clockmaker who was ever so slowly pushing the blade further into her flesh.

To her, the pain of the sword lasted for ten agonising years... but, to the rest of the world, it was over within seconds.


The final wanderer, broken from the terrible fates that had befallen her friends, turned and fled back down the stairs. She ran as fast as she possibly could, but she came to notice that her footsteps were not the only ones she could hear. Behind her stood a massive beast, a creature of bronze and magic, who stared her down with sapphire eyes and lunged at her with lightning-charged fists. Her flesh was fried to a crisp within seconds, but her life did not end there. No sooner than the final shock had surged its way through her body, the Clockmaker appeared behind her, lifting up her dying body from the ground and bringing it over to a strange clockwork contraption...

...Where her corpse would rot forevermore, and her soul would power its gears.

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Within the clock tower, from a single step beyond the door, there are dangerous clockwork monsters that act as guardians in a strange and violent security system. Although the Clockmaker's power is near limitless within its walls, he still relies on these creatures to do the work he doesn't want to and deter unwanted visitors from making the climb to the top. They are each made of brass and gears, handcrafted by the Clockmaker and enchanted with some base-level intelligence to ensure they fare well in a fight. The magic they have been imbued with is focused around a central gemstone that is present on each guardian. Shatter this, and the guardian will become immobile... but it won't be an easy task.

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Tower Guardian: Arachnoform

A vast, spider-like contraption with razor sharp blades attached to the front and sides. It moves surprisingly fast for its size, and can swing the blades with such force that it can deal very strong blunt force damage, so cut-proof armour won't be as much help as you think it might against this one. These are found throughout the tower, mostly on lower levels.
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Tower Guardian: Tesla
An almost humanoid contraption that stands about five times as tall as the average person. There are generators on their back and arms that are capable of producing fatal electric shocks that not only travel through the metal that makes up their body, but through the metal that makes up part of the clock tower. Thankfully, both they and the electricity they produce travel quite slowly, but their attacks are almost always deadly. These are found guarding the entrance to the tower, just beyond the door, as well as near the middle.
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Tower Guardian: Prison

Sometimes, the people who are killed in the tower (either by the tower guardians or by the Clockmaker himself) are kept aside for later use. This use comes in the form of the prison guardians: smaller contraptions that consist of a very tough transparent coffin and an exoskeleton of sharp-clawed arms. There are many of these inside the tower, more than any other type of guardian. Unlike the others which are powered by a magically-charged stone, these guardians are powered by the still-living soul of whoever was trapped inside the coffin. Some of the Clockmaker's victims end up inside these, with their bodies rotting into nothingness behind the glass whilst their soul is used to power the machine. They say that those trapped within these guardians still have their conscious minds intact and can feel their flesh being eaten away... although any attempt to reason with them have failed so far. They are found everywhere in the tower.
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Those who venture unprepared, who scale the clock tower blind
Will meet with someone well aware of what they left behind.
To some, the man within that tower could never be more vile
As, whilst they bleed and scream and cower, he'll simply watch and smile.
But this is not the case for all; some do not see their end.
For every ten that meet their fall, there's one who meets a friend.
There is, though it may seem absurd, a kindness in his eye.
A gentleness in every word...

...though every word's a lie.
how in the god damn should i do this next bit
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Her mother had died. Right before her eyes, time had taken away what little she had left. There was nobody else in Elizabeth's life, nobody to love or support her besides the woman who now lay dead from a life lived too long, leaving her alone in despair and solitude. She had always thought of her mother as invincible. There had never been anything she couldn't help with, no force too great for her to overcome. She had fended off despair from her small family for the longest time, even as her children would succumb to war and disease. Elizabeth was the only child to survive death's cruel onslaught, and her mother was the only person she could trust. Without her, there was just a void. Loneliness, isolation, and the crushing realisation that this meantshewas next.

And so, she ran.


She chanced upon an old clock tower, that stood on a hill in the distant countryside. Exhausted from the tears and the long, desperate run to get to the place, Elizabeth sat down by the outside wall to rest. It was an eerie place. The stone was too cold, the sky too dark, and the constant ticking of the clock was far, far too loud. Each second that passed only served to remind her of her mother's grim fate, and brought back the fear of her own inevitable demise. It seemed as though mother nature shared her sadness, as the sky began to fill with rain. The storm got worse and worse with every drop, until Elizabeth couldn't take the cold anymore.

She went inside, blind to the horrors that lurked behind that door.


No sooner than she had taken her first step, Elizabeth was startled by the loud whirring of a machine. Then, from the shadows behind the staircase, a vast clockwork spider emerged, bladed arms poised to slice her to pieces. It reached forwards with one, just barely missing her as she rolled out of the way. The second hit was just as close, though Elizabeth's luck did not look set to carry on. Her mind was tired from fear, her body tired from running, and her soul was tired from loss. Staring up helplessly into the creature's soulless eyes, she silently prayed that something, anything, would come to her rescue.

"STOP!"


Upon the stranger's command, the creature froze in place. The gears stopped whirring, the eyes stopped glowing, and the blade stopped advancing towards her neck. After a moment's pause, she heard a set of footsteps hurrying down the stairs, and a strange-looking man came into view. He stepped cautiously past the frozen beast and offered to help her stand. There was a look of genuine concern in his eyes, though it was hard to see through the dim light, and her apprehensions about this man were immediately quelled. He had just saved her life, after all. There was nobody left in her world to trust, so what harm could there be in reaching out?

She would soon find out. When she reached her end, then she would understand.


He introduced himself asAlexander;an old clockmaker who travelled to the tower many years ago to study its mechanisms. Once he arrived there, however, he found himself in much the same situation as she did; surrounded by clockwork monsters that threatened to tear him limb from limb. The tower, he said, was once inhabited by an ancient evil, an unfathomable creature that fed off the very passage of time itself. In its limitless power, this evil had created the creatures to guard its domain and kill anyone who passed through the door. Alexander was lucky enough to escape from their clutches and face the evil himself, and was skilled enough to seal it away inside the clock's power source: the heart of the tower. As revenge, however, the evil had put a curse on him. Alexander was permanently bound to the tower. Should he ever leave, he would turn to dust.

Oh. how naïve she was to believe that tale.


In return, she explained to him her plight. How she mourned her mother, how she trusted nobody, and how she so deeply feared death. Much to her surprise, Alexander did not merely offer her pity; he offered her a solution. From his coat he pulled out a finely-crafted pocket watch, with a polished gemstone set deep into the metal. This watch, he told her, could offer her the one thing in life that she wanted so desperately but could never bring herself to seek: eternal youth. Delirious from shock and grief, Elizabeth took the watch without a second to think, feeling more joy than ever before at the fact that she had finally conquered the inevitable.

The poor thing didn't know that the inevitable was the one who handed her the watch.


Elizabeth left the tower and returned to live her life. She was happy, for a while. The watch worked as promised: she never looked much older than twenty one. The problems came when she began to notice a strange greyness to her skin, and the way her wounds began tofester,even when properly sanitised. After a few months, her flesh began to peel back, with chunks of it falling off if she moved too suddenly. The pain was unbearable; she felt as though her body was being eaten alive. In a fit of desperation, she returned once more to the clock tower, only to be met with Alexander...smiling.

"You don't look too grateful, Elizabeth. I gave you what you wanted, didn't I? You survived long past the point of death... aren't you happy?"
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Timekeepers...
The Clockmaker, as his name suggests, makes clocks. These usually come in the form of pocket watches; beautiful, handcrafted timepieces that people end up keepingforever.Each one is set with a bright, polished gemstone that won't come off no matter how hard you try to move it, and they all function perfectly well without needing any sort of power source. He tends to give these to the few people he's nice to, as a gesture of kindness...on the surface.
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...In which your Time is Kept.

It's a shame, really. These watches, though they may be beautiful in their own way, allow the Clockmaker complete temporal access to the holder's existence. Even if they take the watch thousands of miles away from the clock tower, he will still be able to manipulate their place in time to his will. This control allows him to imbue the watches with seemingly miraculous benefits, such as granting the holders immortality or halting their age for the rest of their lives... but he doesn't create them to make miracles. He creates them tofeed.The Clockmaker drains their life, feeding off the time they lost from taking the watch and dying so young. The amount of time he keeps each victim alive for varies from person to person; some, he lets live for years at a time, whereas others perish after just a week. Their corpses are left in different states, depending on what happened to them. Some are reduced to dust, some are left as decaying flesh, some simply cease to exist, and some look like they never died at all. One thing is consistent, however; they each died horrible, cruel deaths. The Clockmaker has never once revealed the reason he does this. Could it just be for pleasure, or does heneedto take time from others?
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Indeed, within his own domain, the Clockmaker reigns true
But even still, some fools refrain from taking such a cue.
Each being that is part of time will never leave alive
He preys on those who choose the crime of thinking they'll survive.
However, there is still much more to this world than the tower,
And if he stands beyond the door, that creature has less power.
Although this news may seem quite great for those who want him slain
If you dare underestimate...

...you'll meet with endless pain.
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A guardian had left the tower, walking on its own for a while. It was part of a little test run by the Clockmaker to see how well those things fared when they were far from where they were supposed to be. So far, it had been a success... until the machine guns. Although, that was almost to be expected. He sent the creature out to central Germany... in the 1940s. Right in the middle of the Second World War. The guardian (in this case, an old Arachnoform model) was clearly taken as a threat, probably since it spent its little holiday carving through lines of Nazi troops without relent. It was almost acceptable that they decided to shoot holes in it and capture it for research but, to the Clockmaker, a man who saw all of history laid out before him, it was little more than an excuse for him to go over there and kill some Nazis.

It's not like they didn't deserve it.


The guardian had been taken to a military hangar, and was being studied by a small group of researchers. At first, they thought that it was a weapon of the Allied forces, sent over to kill as many of them as possible. They wanted to see where it came from, what exactly it could do, and, most importantly, if any more were being sent over. The last thing they wanted was an army of these things destroying half their population; the sooner they could understand the inner workings of this dark contraption, the better. Naturally, such a research project was highly secretive. They didn't want to admit defeat at the hand of this beast, and they certainly didn't want any spies knowing they had captured one. The only people who knew were those at the very top, and those in the research group itself...

...and the Clockmaker, of course.


It was only a matter of time before they discovered that something was deeply, unfathomablywrongwith this machine. Firstly, any attempt at powering it with a generator, or even a standard clockwork motor, failed immediately. They hooked it up to the biggest power source they could find, and it didn't move an inch. Not even pulling on it with cables would move the limbs: it was stuck in the same position that it powered down in, as if it had been completely paused in time from that moment on. Stranger still was the broken gemstone set into the creature's back. It didn't look like any mineral they had seen before. At first they thought it was a kind of opal, then their theories drifted towards a type of sapphire, perhaps deep in the Earth's crust, but nothing could match the properties it displayed. Whilst the stone had been shattered by machine gun fire, it could no longer be damaged. It, like the rest of the creature, seemed to be frozen in time.

It wasn't long before time himself showed up.


One of the researchers had received a gift three weeks prior; a custom-made pocket watch from an anonymous friend back home. Of course, the Clockmaker was not his friend, nor did he live anywhere near this man, but the fool took the bait regardless. He kept the watch on him, blissfully ignorant of the strange effect it was having on his body, completely unprepared for the horror it would let into his ever-shortening life. Using the watch as an anchor to keep him from losing his form, the Clockmaker trapped both himself and the researchers inside the hangar, where he set about killing each and every person that stood inside.

Even far from home, the Clockmaker still held power.


He moved as he did within the tower; with unfathomable speed, yet never moving from where healwayshad been. In every moment, he simplywas. Sometimes he moved in a way that could be seen, as if he were growing tired of shifting himself around so much. This didn't help the researchers one bit, however. Even when he could be understood, the Clockmaker still could not be stopped... not by ordinary people, anyway. They fired at him in desperation, but even the bullets that hit were not enough to kill him. His skin crumbled and turned to dust on impact, before rebuilding itself once the bullet had rusted away. None of their attacks could do anything permanent to him...

...But the same couldn't be said for the reverse.


Flesh would rot and fall away at his touch, decay spreading throughout the bodies of his victims like a fire through a hot, dry forest. When he made a cut with the sword-cane, be it fatal or not, time for the victim would slow to a crawl, forcing them to experience the agony of the wound for far,farlonger than it really lasted. His breath contained a strange dust that quickly settled on those it touched, slowly turning any exposed flesh into the same dust that built up the Clockmaker's form and causing the limbs of those who could not brush it off in time to crumble and fall to the ground. Perhaps most frightening of all, however, was the light that sometimes shone behind the Clockmaker's eyes. Those who stared too deep would see his true self, the maddening form that drove him to complete insanity.

They would see eternity, and it would tear their minds apart.
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The Clockmaker is not permanently bound to the tower, as one might hope. Though his power is far less all-consuming, he is able to exist outside of its walls and still pose a serious threat. He lacks the ability to perfectly manipulate time in the entire space around him, as he does inside the tower, but he is still able to alter a person's place in time if he gains some kind of contact with them.

Touch of Decay

The Clockmaker is able to rot whatever comes into sustained physical contact with his body. This decay will continue to spread indefinitely as long as he holds on. He knows exactly how long it takes for each substance to decompose, so this is usually a very quick process, even with incredibly tough materials.


Perceptual Variation

The sword-cane he carries is able to alter how a person perceives the flow of time. It can make it seem like time is going too quick to react, or make each moment drag out for far too long. The Clockmaker must decide which way he wants to go before he makes the strike, however; once the blade cuts into its victim, they have one minute (in real-time) in which the effect is active. This is used to either force people into a battle in which they have to react inhumanly fast, or to extend the time in which they feel the pain of an attack. He can only speed or slow things up tofourtimes more or less than the regular flow.
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Eyes of Eternity
Those who stare too deep into the Clockmaker's eyes see exactly what he does:eternity.This causes them to go insane,in every single case.It doesn't matter if they're immune to psychic attacks or anything like that; it's not hypnosis. It's a sight that no being could orshouldever see, and it will not leave their sanity intact. How the damage manifests depends on the person, but it's always quite severe.Seeing the infinite, unfathomable nature of time laid out unrestrained before you isn't something that you can just ignore.
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Ashes to Ashes

The Clockmaker can breathe out a cloud of dust that settles very easily on anything nearby. Being so small in size, the dust's effects are barely felt at first, but after a while, it becomes very,verydangerous. Any exposed flesh which is in direct contact with the dust particles will turn into dust as well, and the parts which touch that will turn into dust, and so on. To stop its effects, at leastthree-quartersof it must be removed... so, it's best to notice it early, otherwise you're going to have a pretty hard time trying to clean it up. This attack is limited by the area in which the Clockmaker can breathe and that the wind can carry the dust (although, the more dispersed it gets, the slower it works when it hits). On top of this, itonlyaffects flesh; if it lands on any other material, such as clothing, it's not going to do anything. Just don't try to brush it off with your bare hands...
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Omnitemporal
The Clockmaker inhabits every point of time that there ever was and ever will be. As such, has perfect control over his own place in time. He can speed himself up to unimaginable levels, reverse himself to heal, and cheat his way out of things by making it so that he'already was'where he wants to be. Outside of the tower and away from those who carry his watches, he seems to be cautious about using this. Being omnitemporal also allows him to see all of history, and to see into the future... although there are a few practical issues. Firstly, history doesn't have a ctrl+f. He either has to go to the clock tower, or concentrate and risk being caught off-guard. Secondly, the future isn't concrete; rather, there are different strands of fate that converge as the time draws nearer until only one path is set. This means that, if you were to act completely unexpectedly, chances are that the Clockmaker wouldn't have registered it in advance. Finally, he cannot be affected by any time-altering ability, period. He is a temporal constant; it's impossible to alter the way he exists in relation to time. At most it would make him nauseous.


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The sacrifice made to improve the dust that holds him down,
To make no timeline hard to move; a child from London town.
Indeed he was to meet a boy who was to meet his last,
As Clockmaker sought to destroy his life and steal his past.
Then, in his mind in every day, the boy did hear a tick
To count the seconds passed away; a noise that made him sick.
He wasn't needed in his time- the future was his call
For, in our year, at midnight's chime

...was when London would fall.
wow lads
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As the watch shattered, so too did Cyrus's existence in the future. In that moment- that infinite, horrifying moment, he felt everything fall apart. It was similar to how he felt when he first saw eternity, in some strange way. It was cold. Cold and unyielding. He felt his very existence be stretched into infinity, only to be crushed in that very same instance until his life had lasted mere seconds. He was old, but he was young, aware, yet unaware, alive, yet slowly, infinitely dying. With everything changing, there was only one certainty, in all of time, there was only oneconstant...and itlaughed.

"Ah, how disappointing... I would've thought that little excursion would be enough to drill some sense into you, boy, but I was evidently mistaken."


Sense. Why was he so obsessed withsense?It was obvious the gentleman thought of himself as a teacher, as someone meant to tell others about his nature. This came across as arrogance, until peoplelearned.Cyrus had learned. Cyrus had seen it. He knew of this focus on teaching, on having people come to realise their own futility... butwhy?Why hurt people like this? Why punish the curious with the very answers they sought to find? Why show Cyrus eternity, only to throw him into the future and make him fear it even more? Why... why any of this?

"Look at the state you're in. It's one thing witnessing eternity, Cyrus, but feeling it? Understanding it? Coping with it? That's a whole other lesson."


But Cyrus didn'twantto understand. If understanding meant having to suffer and die, if it meant coming to terms with a concept no mortal should ever have to comprehend, if it meant going through the very same event alluded to by the gentleman as the very thing that caused his vile, maliciousinsanity...then he was better off ignorant. He didn't even want to see eternity to begin with; he was perfectly happy living his normal, finite life as a normal, finite being without having to worry about the inevitable heat death of the universe and the slow, torturous undoings of everyone, everything he had grown to cherish. Starting and stopping, speeding up and slowing down, dying and being forced away from death... it was too much. It was all toomuch.

"Two-hundred years, I think. Two-hundred years I'll leave you like this. Watching. Learning. Rotting. Will that get you to understand?"


No. No it wouldn't. Why would it? Why bother with long stretches of finite time if the goal was to make him understand eternity? Even two-hundred years was comparatively insignificant. Cyrus didn'twantto suffer for eternity, of course, but this just didn't make sense. If the gentleman's goals were purely educational, then why the hell did he have to do this? Cyrus kicked himself for how obvious it was, he kicked himself for not realising it earlier when his mind was still weak from it all. The gentleman,Time,had no interest in teaching Cyrus anything other than fear. Fear and suffering. This was all done for kicks, wasn't it?

"I will only kill you when you understand, Cyrus. When you understand that death is a blessing."


Two-hundred years passed. Two-hundred years of pain and fear and all-consumingconfusion. Cyrus gave up mere weeks into his torment, already begging for the end, for anything to release him from this indescribable state, but his pleading meant nothing. He had to wait. He had to suffer as long as Time saw fit.

At least, in the end, he kept his promise.

Cyrus was killed.

Eventually.

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The limits imposed on the Clockmaker were entirely reliant on the alchemy used to create the dust shell he inhabits. Without the shell, his power would be limitless, but he would be unable to causally interact with anything outside of speaking to them through their past- he would no longer be a person, merely a force with a conscious mind, and the only thing able to even perceive his changes would be himself. To everything else, time would appear to flow as normal. The limitations on the dust were rather harsh, in his mind, so he went to the Dubois Athenaeum to find a theoretical text containing magic that, if executed correctly, would remove much of the limits the dust had imposed on him. He isn't sure whether or not this was a good idea, and has developed a series of strict rules in order to stop himself from abusing his power and causing absolute destruction.

Timelock

The Clockmaker can seal off an area around him, removing it from time and trapping it in either an eternal moment or a fixed, recursive loop. He is able to choose the extent to which time is altered, allowing for some things to move within this lock.


Absolute Temporal Control

'Absolute' might be a stretch, but the Clockmaker doesn't want to find out. The alchemic ritual that removed the limitations of the dust should've left him with a level of control equivalent to what he would have as a disembodied force, but he hasn't yet found out where his new limit is. It might be incredibly low, or it might not exist at all. Currently, it is safe to assume that any area around the Clockmaker is under his control as if it were the clock tower- at least, in terms of non-living objects, anyway (he's still figuring that out). The only tangible limit that he can understand of this is that it relies on his spatial location. He can only affect places that he's physically in, and his control is greatest on things that are closest to him.


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Circadian Rhythm Manipulation

The idea that people have a sort of 'body clock' is one that the Clockmaker finds quite amusing, especially since he's able to alter it. He can make people think night is day, make them tired out of nowhere, or deprive them of sleep for as long as he wants. Without Timelock activated, the forced insomnia can be overcome by chemical means (i.e. sleeping pills), but the two abilities combined allow him to keep an entire city awake.


Paradox

This isn't a separate ability, just a possible side-effect of what he can already do- and it's one he desperately wants to avoid. The Clockmaker is able to cause paradoxes, where time is altered in the past in a way that would change the future to an impossible degree. For example, if he were to destroy an object in the past but keep it present for the future, then said object would simultaneously exist and not exist and this state, if left outside of a Timelock, could end up spreading throughout reality.
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An entity beyond the scope of all we mortals understand,
A man who lives to break all hope, who kills to have the upper hand.
To such a creature; what is Earth, but somewhere he can play his game?
Does this planet hold much worth, except for him to hurt and maim?
The human race is not the one that bears the most unwanted curse.
It is, when all is said and done, the Clockmaker who fares much worse.
Behind his vast temporal theft, and why each victim played their part;
The fear that there'll be nothing left

...except the clock that forms his heart.
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Good Decisions

A child of faith and virtue, she came knocking on the door
All filled with curiosity; a feeling I abhor.
She asked about her father, who I once caught in my plot
And when she tried to question me, I sent her out to rot.
Indeed, though she was rather sharp and saw right through my lies,
It ended with her living whilst her body slowly dies.
Trapped behind that sheet of glass, a creature made for death,
is where she will remain, untouched, until her final breath.


See for yourself.



A Sleepless Dream

The city I despise the most, with that infernal clock
Was where I chose to introduce the boy, the watch, the lock.
Through him, I made a single moment last for several days
And give myself the power to act, as well as to erase.
The way in which I broke that town was quite a dangerous feat,
So, in the end, it never was- that's how I kept things neat.
As my game drew to a close, the watch hit by that beam
The damage never happened- it was all just like a dream.


At least it was contained.



The Fall

The story of a scholar, of his sister, and their fate
Serves as a helpful warning- though a warning far too late.
Through arrogance and grief and pain, the child did forge his strife
To do as no-one ever should and seek an endless life
Driven to this fatal task by ticking in his mind
He set about researching time with all that he could find.
Although he knew his chance find the answers was quite slim
He did live through forever, and forever lived through him.


You always were a stupid boy.




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Okay so what's nasty timeboy about.
  • Don't go in the tower. You will die. There are like 5 people total, including the Clockmaker himself, who can go into the tower without dying. If you exist within time, you are subject to whatever temporal bullshit he can do in there... which is pretty much whatever the fuck he wants. The tower is a plot point only.
  • His powers outside of the clock tower are less god bullshit. He can:
    • decay things by touch (like Key can)
    • change someone's perception of time for one real-time minute by stabbing them
    • make someone see eternity if they look into his eyes too deep (note: this is not a psychic ability. the madness comes from seeing something no being should ever see, and damage will be done even to those with psychic resistance. lovecraftian shit etc etc)
    • breathe out this weird dust that turns whatever flesh it lands on into dust that turns more flesh into more dust etc
    • he's everywhere in time constantly so he can fuck with his own time position and speed up too fast, reverse himself to a not-broken state, happen to have been behind you with a knife 'this whole time' etc etc

    you should at least read the abilities bit come on you lazy bastards
  • im not condensing his story for you either
  • he gives people these watches and he can completely control the watch-owner's place in time. please for the love of fuck just read the "Timekeepers... In which your Time is Kept" section it even has a pun in it
  • UPDATE: as of sleepless dream he has like. ridiculous god time powers because he removed the dust limits tm
  • The limits aren't specified and he doesn't want to find out wht they are
  • Read A Sleepless Dream for an example of what he can do now. because he can do that now.
  • Plot man for plot only, not going to use him for combat because he's broken, but he's more of an Event Starter


he is kinda op, yeah, but its for plot reasons. annasiel and i... plot buddies.... im very tired good night please like coment and subscrib

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Once upon an old clock tower, there lived a man who knew too much.
Some claimed his knowledge gave him power, though he would never say as such.
He stood alone amidst the gears, with corpses strewn about the floor.
T'was there he lived for many years, and there he worked for many more.
Countless tried to see his face, to talk to him and hear his name,
But his home was a fatal place, and each one perished just the same.
In the end, as with fate's plan, his own mind brought about his fall.
A maddened being, far from man- if he were ever man at all.

A dangerous man, a dangerous home, a dangerous place to be.
The hill where only dead men roam, that only time can see.
Each step towards the clock tower's heart, one must make sure is wary
For each threat is not far apart and danger does not vary.
Inside that place, for countless years, he lays his machinations
In twisted creatures, bone and gears; temporal aberrations.
But even if you fight them well, and for yourself you fend
Beware; inside this clockwork hell his power has no end.

Those who venture unprepared, who scale the clock tower blind
Will meet with someone well aware of what they left behind.
To some, the man within that tower could never be more vile
As, whilst they bleed and scream and cower, he'll simply watch and smile.
But this is not the case for all; some do not see their end.
For every ten that meet their fall, there's one who meets a friend.
There is, though it may seem absurd, a kindness in his eye.
A gentleness in every word, though every word's a lie.

Indeed, within his own domain, the Clockmaker reigns true
But even still, some fools refrain from taking such a cue.
Each being that is part of time will never leave alive
He preys on those who choose the crime of thinking they'll survive.
However, there is still much more to this world than the tower,
And if he stands beyond the door, that creature has less power.
Although this news may seem quite great for those who want him slain
If you dare underestimate, you'll meet with endless pain.

The sacrifice made to improve the dust that holds him down,
To make no timeline hard to move; a child from London town.
Indeed he was to meet a boy who was to meet his last,
As Clockmaker sought to destroy his life and steal his past.
Then, in his mind in every day, the boy did hear a tick
To count the seconds passed away; a noise that made him sick.
He wasn't needed in his time- the future was his call
For, in our year, at midnight's chime
...was when London would fall.

An entity beyond the scope of all we mortals understand,
A man who lives to break all hope, who kills to have the upper hand.
To such a creature; what is Earth, but somewhere he can play his game?
Does this planet hold much worth, except for him to hurt and maim?
The human race is not the one that bears the most unwanted curse.
It is, when all is said and done, the Clockmaker who fares much worse.
Behind his vast temporal theft, and why each victim played their part;
The fear that there'll be nothing left except the clock that forms his heart.

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DONE FINALLY

IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS

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Very interesting.
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he sure likes those clocks huh

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tl;dr
"TOHU WA-BOHU"

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Post by illirica » Thu Aug 16, 2018 1:43 pm

Inside that place, for countless years, he lays his machinations
In twisted creatures, bone and gears; temporal aberrations.
I liked that one. That wasn't an easy rhyme to make work.

Also I really want to come die in your tower and become a Tower Guardian.

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Re: The Clockmaker

Post by Reyn » Thu Aug 16, 2018 2:01 pm

oho that could be fun

I was gonna just make the prison guardians silent npcs but this... hmmm

and thank you man! I wanted.... words

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Post by illirica » Thu Aug 16, 2018 2:44 pm

If you're interested, I have a character I've never used who I'm willing to sacrifice to the concept, and I'm pretty good at writing insanity. I was just intrigued by the idea that they're sort of conscious inside there even as they're performing the silent guardian role, so what would that feel like, having your body dissolve while it powers some bizarre aberration that murders everyone, and you can't do anything but watch and decay and know it's all because of you - and no one even knows you're there, because you have no way to tell them.

...Well, one person knows you're there...

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Re: The Clockmaker

Post by Reyn » Thu Aug 16, 2018 3:30 pm

god yeah that would be really interesting to see play out, im definitely on board man. glad you like the concept haha

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