Dragon: The Embers Core Book - MrGone's Character Sheets

(thus the name). Since Oroboroi have seen
things as terrifying as walking buildings and
men made entirely of knives, they don’t feel
too badly about not being able to visit the
Shadow.
The The Hedge
Hedge
A promise congeals into obligation,
and obligation escalates into fate. There is a
place where this is the only law of physics,
and that place is the Hedge. While things
native to this strange place can handle it, the
lack of boundaries twists anything else it
touches. Mortals dragged into the Hedge
become Changelings, and it is because of
Changelings that Oroboroi know of the
Hedge at all.
The Hedge is protected by a
towering line of bloodied thorns, which the
Oroboroi call the Bramble. This Bramble is
ubiquitous except in places with a natural
opening, where a Changeling can craft a
gateway into the Hedge. Gateways are shut
tight unless they are in use, so an Oroboroi
only sees the Hedge when a Changeling is
passing through.
The Hedge itself looks like
something out of a twisted fairytale. Or
maybe the Hedge came first, and fairytales
followed. A beautiful but dangerous place,
the Hedge has long been a matter of intrigue
for the Oroboroi. Everything within is…
alive.
The The Underworld
Underworld
Underworld
Not everything that dies leaves a
ghost. Most things are severed body, mind,
and soul, with the mind traveling to the
Underworld. Many religions speak of
afterlife or the cycle of reincarnation, and
the process seems to be inescapably
intertwined with the Underworld. There are
ferrymen who come and go from this place,
and they are known as the Bound.
The impassible barrier between the
Underworld and Twilight, which the Bound
neglected to name, is often called the Wall
by the Oroboroi. This may be because they
feel it’s a solid entity no living body may
pass through, but more likely it’s because
they couldn’t think up a more clever name.
The Bound pass through pre-determined
weaknesses in the Wall known as Avernian
Gates, and the Oroboroi get a quick peek
when they do so.
Antecedents who cannot sustain
themselves in Twilight fall through the Wall,
never to return. Oroboroi recognize the
Underworld as the tragic finale to their Last
Hand, and likewise are terrified of the place.
If they manage to sum up the courage to
look, they see only a twisting tunnel, lined
with the mourning traditions of the region.
The The Ether
Ether
Potential in its purest form is a
blinding white energy that fills up
everything around it. This energy is not
light, heat, sound, or electricity, but some
manifestation of all these things combined.
Some would call this energy “Ichor”. The
Ether is filled to capacity with this purified
potential, and the Oroboroi believe it’s held
at bay to keep from drowning out the world
in white.
Rarely does the Ether open up to the
Material world. The boundary of the Ether
is a blinding tornado frozen in solid glass,
and the polarized imagery of this led the
Oroboroi to call it “the Equinox”. A human
silhouette occasionally cracks the Equinox,
creating a Fracture that it can pass through.
Oroboroi never get a good look at these
Ether-walkers, but they seem very powerful
and terrible.
As for the Ether itself, little can be
discerned from the glances through Equinox
Fractures. Only a blast of brilliant white
chaos slips out. With just this little taste, it
becomes apparent the Ether is something
both magnificent and terrible.