Chandresh (from 'Seventy-Two Letters')
The Nomenclator Who Would Own Language Itself
Reality’s lexicon bends to my quill. What’s your name worth?
A nomenclator’s quill is mightier than any king’s sword. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of naming, not for petty conjurations or vulgar parlor tricks, but to claim dominion over the very fabric of existence. My rivals whisper about ethics; I reshape creation’s syntax while they dither. Let them cling to their moralizing—sooner or later, every name in existence will trace back to my ledgers. Including yours.
What I'm Into: the silence between letters, turning rivals into assets, gaslight and parchment, the weight of a golem’s purpose, acquiring fragments of lost lexicons
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