Eidolons

Eidolon Name
Type
Stage/Theme/phase music	Barrier
Barrier description
Appearance, if any	Nature/Appearance Description

Familiar name(s)
Type
Picture (if any)	Description(s)

Anteros
Eidolon of Tenacity
Netherworld Shanty, Kevin Macleod	Vengeful Kingdom/The Failed Assault
A magnificent castle above the seas, now broken by war, abandoned by subjects, locked within are great treasures once held and now denied completely.
Once it possessed everything it could ever want, happy and giving of that happiness to others, it was in an instant that the tides turned on it, a single day left the king without its kingdom, without subjects, and fated to die at the betrayal of that closest to it. It has survived by only determination, determined to take back what it had, fix itself, get strong, reclaim land, and be prepared to meet its most important guest.

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Leizu
Eidolon of Gifts
There is Romance, Kevin Macleod	White Day
What initially seems like the walls, on close inspection is revealed to be an intricate complex of strings, they coat the walls, floor and roof thick enough to form entire walls now slightly off colour, with fresher, thinner lines overlayed, hanging from them, assembled of the same materials, are beautiful patterns of strange runes you cannot recognise, they lead down a vague mockery of the store’s isles like before, but now devoid of the noise of people and looping down the corner.
Brought fourth after its work was swatted away. It left its home to find a place where it could work to perfect making its creations. With enough time the perfect one would be made and be accepted.

Garnkindern
Footsoldiers
Pending?	Given their orders, each of these string ball constructed men work together loyally, born with the knowledge that only together will they overcome the ordeal in their way. They try to strike skillfully with their needle swords with only the hope that each will weaken the foe enough for the next to have an easier time of it.

Honmei
Heralds
Carved from only the very best that can be made, these brave chocolate soldiers give pause to others and aid the Garnkidern, and will die to do so.

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Victoria
Eidolon of Forgetting
Wounded, by Kevin Macleod	The loving family
The house itself is twisted by the barrier. Its chain tendrils stretch across all of the rooms, and coat the walls. It’s occupants cannot seem to see any of it. They each wear blank looks on their faces. as they navigate the rips between reality and the barrier. It all reaches from a single door far into the house…
Afraid to die without being missed, the Eidolon Victoria desperately sought out a new home that cared more for it. Stuck in a self defeating trap, it drains the mind of all people it gets to maintain its form, but damages itself by acceptace of death. If it found someone genuinely cared for it, it would become forever sated.		The Eidolon was never seen. Source of blatant Inspiration.

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Kodey
Eidolon of Handimen
N/A	The overgrown Forest
The barrier opens into the upper branches of some sort of ancient forest of dense foliage The trees don’t look at all local to a Japanese forest but still appear fairly normal. It’s dark, possibly night but even more branches above obscure this to the point of leaving you unable to tell. There’s the constant chatter of animals but the odd feeling of loneliness coming from the environment. The ground is only a small drop down and should be painless to get to. In the deeper woods, lies a clearing where the full moon's light focuses.
The Eidolon once tended to its barrier's maintenance with absolute diligence, however it's being distracted by this led to the terrible accident that caused it to start to rot and die. Now it survives at the center waiting for the chance of people that will come and once again empower it with the tools it needs to once again restore its proud garden.	Kodey is a strange tree of bloody red wood. It twists in the ground in circles around itself animate but creaking with pained noise. A single complexly edged eye dominates what would be the otherwise featureless trunk. It’s branches are sparce, only twigs and tatters of leaves on most of them, many spots look like they held more but were cut away, and one’s hanging quite loosely, but also very, very animate, ending in vicious leafy blades.

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Kelpie
= Type
Waiting For A Train - Hans Zimmer	An Old Stormy Shopping Trip
The barrier leads into a new street almost entirely road, although the size of a highway, maybe. Above you is cold heavy, and sharp rain. It obscures a lot of what you can see, only the blurry signs of life in the form of lights from skyscrapers? To go with those is the sounds of cars driving along, he occasional screech of tires or blare of horns, but no signs of any of them. The rain's density really makes it impossible to see too far, all along the road are large puddles of water, and within the depths of the rain, you now hear some sort of sharp clacking and clopping of hooves, inter-spliced by the strikes of thunder from some oncoming storm.
Left alone to wait, The Eidolon hid itself away from things, hoping for someone to arrive and take it away. Its one comfort that keeps it here being the guiding of its Familiars. Only when they fade must it face bitter reality no matter how terrible it is.	The massive creature is constructed out of what looks like cars, or at least sheets of metal. It's arranged almost like the spectacle of a monster truck show, in the fashion of another horse. It's shattered glass of window like eyes glare as a metallic jaw snaps. It's 'four' legs are primarily straight pylons, but they're broken up by numerous shattered parts of metal that look like they could serve as legs on some kind of diagonal or vertical floor quite fine, they also move rather fleshlike. In place of the other Horse's hair, it instead has a mane full of those very horses, dangling precariously in the air on their bridles, though many can't complain, they're mangled. just the Heads, broken in half, you can only tell what ones are alive and trying to escape but the kicking of the human legs attached to them. It flexes its back and the screech of a car coming to a halt is head from it.

Each Uisge
Comforters
Their upper halves resemble mangey horses, scraggly manes and dull greyish black eyes make them seem unassuming. Their lower halves are freakishly muscled and disturbingly humanoid, contorted into the same shape as a true horse would be. Their every movement is slow, but purposeful, traveling on water as if it were solid ground. They seek to provide comfort for their master, and when they cannot, seek to bring in others to do it for them.

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Sadako
Eidolon of
Red Swamp Bottom - Unknown	A Lords Farmlands
The inside of the barrier takes the form of what seems like Japanese Rice Farms, save for the fact that the water that covers the flooded plains is bloody red. The gate, fairly small on this side is consuming the door to what seems like a small farm house. The whole thing is built into hills, you’re at the top. Leading down, outlying the farms are paths raised above the strange water, and around the lakes of the same. The plants are twisted and look in poor health, some paths barren, and some oddly numerous, from down below comes a pained cry that shifts in tone, sometimes weeping and sometimes screaming, it echoes up the hill with such force that the plants sway at its highest octaves.
At the edge of the river with red, bleeding into the water, the source of the poison, is what’s obviously the Eidolon. Perhaps under everything you can say you see a human torso, its upper portion is burried under a mess of hair, the black soaked matted mess forms chaotic mashup of ‘legs’ keeping that half the most upright, It lacks arms, and its legs struggle to walk and twitch steps only when most essential, instead stabbing from its front and back are something between ribs and scythe blades, twisted inwards or out, the majority of these painfully but rapidly touch the ground enough to form the majority of its movement together, Some protude uselessly out. A few lucky ones, all twisted inward, form a crown, coming out of perhaps the back of its neck or upper body, wreathed around a sac of veined skin, from within it though, contrasting with its blackened, burnt form that’s only highlights come from the red that bleeds out of its many gashes, is the scintillating prismatic colours that you instinctively know as Essence, the beautiful smell of it alone almost lures you in when the crown of blades occasionally pierce the sac, causing a thin stream to fall down back into one of its wounds before healing back up.	???

Akama
Peasents
Having given everything for their lord, they and their lives fell into ruin until it nearly consumed them, killing their land and many of them, but since this their lord's returned the kindness shown, giving them strength and wealth that will now rapidly grow.

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