Somewhere in the Demon City blows the wind Adorjan, and all she touches die.
Silence heralds her coming and only sufficient clangor rebuffs her. Thus, throughout the Demon City, there is song, music, shouts and the ringing of bells to keep Adorjan away. However, even the greatest raucous sounds the demons make cannot keep Adorjan at bay if she chooses to pass among them. When a silence rises from any direction, the demons cry “Adorjan comes!” and flee. Then, she descends among them, and they die by the hundreds.
The whims of Adorjan defy comprehension, but her ultimate aspiration is known. She desires only to see that all things, in time, bear her touch and fade to silence. she dreams no greater dream, and pursues it with plans both subtle and blunt.
Before Imprisonment
The Primordial river once called Adrián was a more complicated being than many of her peers can now recall. Her constant pursuit of ever-changing passions often kept her separate from the others. The complexity of the many things she created to satisfy those passions went unnoticed by most of her fellow Primordials, as she consumed those creations once they had done their work. That Adrián was interested in the Grand Design of Creation and the Games of Divinity at all came as a surprise to its other architects. They felt that the great work would be too tedious to appeal to her; they assumed she quickly would lose interest in their Games.
How wrong they were.
Once the Games of Divinity began, Adrián focused all her attention on them and the world-machine that powered them. Some of the other creators were disturbed by the unexpected intensity of her passion. What began as a trickle of interest built into a river of possessive obsession. She raged against her fellows when they came to take their turns at the Games’ controls. She took her fury out on the mechanisms of Creation when she didn’t get her way, or when their function didn’t please her. her fury earned her the nickname the River of All Torments
When the Primordial War came, the River of All Torments fought with a manic zeal to eradicate those who thought to take away the Games of Divinity. The Games had become her only passion, and she would not lose them.
Lose them she did though, and all the searing currents of her passion were extinguished by the war’s victor sher captors flayed off her substance and forced her to swallow it with her surrender oaths, they compelled her to abide by certain rules.
The River of All Torments has now become a pitiless, mad infinite ocean of acid that desires nothing more than to consume all. Within her is the power to destroy the walls of Malfeas, flood the entire desert of Cecelyne, and burn the forests of Szoreny, but the cruelty of the Solars restrain her from rising up to do so in any productive degree.
For now, she tolerates the presence of her imprisoned peers - venting her rage in sudden geysers that overflow the sewers, and forming monsoons of acid rain to dissolve any who cannot find adequate shelter.
Adorjan's Souls
(Fetich) Jacint, the Prince Upon the Tower
(2nd Circle) Zsofika, the Kite Flute
- (1st Circle) Angyalkae, the Harpists
- (1st Circle) Teodozjia, the Lions Sent into the World
(2nd Circle) Gumela, the Jeweled Auditor
- (1st Circle) Amphelisiae, the Teakettle Courtiers
- (1st Circle) Demjen, the Quickeners of Ores
- (1st Circle) Marottes, the Hopping Puppeteers