ID: C.TC.2.007

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Name: Na'sat Calamidy
Alias: The Daemon / The Allshattering Goddess
Race: ???
Status: Long Dead
Gender: She/it/they
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Home Region: Deep below the ground.

Affiliation: Unknown
Occupation: The First True Autarch of The Dragomii
Mate(s): Unknown
Descendants: Unknown
Ascendants: Unknown

The Allshattering

Na'sat Calamidy

Overview

The Na’sat Calamidy, The Allshattering Goddess. A thing found deep within the ground by The First Citadels. Whether that information is literal and she was found encased by rock. Or Na’sat was born in a citadel and raised as a god, is unknown. The theological hymn and revelry that surrounds Na’sat and her later authoritarian actions have mired much of the truth in mystery.
Na’sat looked sort of like a Sol-chroto crossed with a Dalakin but alas she seemed to be neither. Massive and bulky she was- Large and with a body to shatter stone and wings of a greasy black. Quiet and reserved. Coated in quills blacker than night. And unlike 97% of the dragomii, she did not hold her twin pupils as dual slits or as one slit and a crescent under said slit. She held her pupils in horizontal form, much like that of a common prey item though she was far from prey. Her blood was as black as he quills. Vials of it are still preserved as relic.

Na’sat led the First Citadels to battle with the Pretend Angel and those above. This neigh endless charge honed her battle prowess. For unlike the Pretend Angel Remiel Helma~ Na’sat Calamidy had to learn. Whereas the Pretend Angel had the ability to just “know”, to speak and have those words then become truth. No matter the lie they were made of. Na’sat had to learn to eat, to blink, to sleep, to exist. She had to learn how to be alive and how to endure. Her flesh would cave in and tear at the lightest touch before it learned to withstand. Na’sat was the quiet thing the madness of dragomii made. Calamidy of The Daemon. The war ultimately was stopped by Sable’sa intervention.

Whilst dealing with a transfer of mass power and responsibility. The Remiel was growing more and more erratic. More unstable and would constantly test The Na’sat. Who remained steadfast in her calm demeanor. Refusing to allow petty squabbles to ruin her reputation.

The Deal

The Pretend Angel and The Daemon Na’Sat Calamidy together with the most competent amongst them would be called upon to gather. Three devotees, three of the last Congraastcaspin sable’sa would meet to pass a burden. The group would withdraw from the mainland and retreat to a fortress somewhere off the coast of modern day Talsmajir.

Within the fort did the Sable’sa inform The Na’sat and The Remiel of impending annihilation. The complete destruction of all life as they knew it should the Archwyrms awake. Thirteen in total slumbered deep within the group, thirteen posts were recommended. The sable’sa had manned outposts and kept them aslumber. Remiel seemed far too calm in the face of such news. If anything, there was a glimmer of familiarity. This familiarity unnerved the Sable’sa and further strained relations. Even as The Na’sat remained semi disinterested.

But any conversation was abruptly cut short via The Remiel Helma. In one instance did she kill one of the sable elders. Chaos ensued afterwards and no motive was given for such savagery. When the dust settled, the gods Ardent and Onyx both were brought to the fort. Against the wishes of the sable elders and on command by The Na’sat. Their relationship was tedious at best. Onyx could not stand Calamidy and wished her hell, Ardent seemed to enjoy the company of the Daemon. Often being assigned work and being made to work upon great feats of bio-engineering.

The next year was tense; Relations continued to be strained. Remiel Helma pushing buttons and testing limits. The captured gods were in full rebellion. Onyx violent spiteful mess, Ardent refusing to talk at all since being separated from her sister. What good rapport Calamidy and Ardent had forged had been ruined. The breaking point being Calamidy’s mutual dislike of Onyx and separating the twins as punishment. This hell of a situation reached its climax when Helma killed the last two sable elders. Officially ending the Congraastcaspin race and leaving the twin gods are the only Congraastcaspins left alive. This could not continue.

Heaven and Hell

And the dragomii watched as the battle of Heaven and Hell commenced. The Pretend Angel pitted against The Daemon in a fight for the enslaved souls and yet to be enslaved of all dragomii. The title of The First True Autarch of The Dragomii only a dead god away. Weightless did The Remiel taunt and send down the fury of a thousand storms. The Na’sat and her useless wings could only dodge as ocean waves crashed against the mountain. Dodging or tanking bolts of lightning as they fell upon her. Things seemed dire, Heaven was to prevail. But The Na’sat learned of the futility of this battle. Letting lightning strike she was send to bowing knees. Tongue lolling in an obscene gesture. Sending victory The Remiel Helma finally “landed”. Circling Calamidy as she monologed and parted the clouds with a beat of heavenly wings. Letting golden light spill forth onto the scene of a dawning execution. And as soon as every eye upon The Pretend Angel shut in presumed victory. Did The Daemon lunge and snatch The Remiel by the tail. Battle with the angel was futile, yes. But Ambush was not.

The Heavyweight Champion proceeded to manhandle the pretender. Swinging that body weightless with the absence of sin overhead. Slamming her once, twice, thrice. And as The Remiel fought back with all heavenly thunder, wings beating, tail thrashing, hands clawing– Did Na’sat weather it all and endure. Beating the pretender into the ground. Splitting rock and shattering bone. With one foot upon the pretenders back, was the angels head ripped from her body. And presented to the gathered crowd as the last of the storm cleared. The First True Autarch of The Dragomii had been crowned.

After the fall of the angel, The Daemon fed the dragomii her remains in ritualistic feast. This first act was of a alien generosity. Her second act was to commission The First Institute of Science. The Fort, its sable name: Tàrʐzö-malrnràö, repurposed for research and design.

Theological Tyrant, a Autarch

The Autarch needed a capital if she was to maintain control. Following up on that old responsibility the elders had asked of her, came an infamous paper known as ‘The Wyrm Note’. And thus began the commissioning of Alabraxia.

During this time, Calamidy’s grip grew strong. Her star student, her protégé, Talsmajir. Stayed with her. Some say Talsmajir was a replacement for Ardent. That Calamidy was far more desperate and needy for connection than she let on. Others saw Talsmajir as a contingency plan. But during this time, Calamidy trained and bent Talsmajir to her will. Imparting a dogma upon them all. The construction was long and so to maintain power, Calamidy bade all bend to her will. She grew cold during this time before regaining her sense at the end of the construction. And upon that glorious day of completion, was the ritual set in place. A while later did Talsmajir and The Daemon stand against each other and fight. And true to her wishes, true to her ambition, Talsmajir bested Calamidy. Hesitating before taking her mentor's life. Ending The Allshattering and ascending to royalty.