Pontos

Pontos is an SSR character in Morimens. Pontos's role is Warden. Faction: Divine Aequor.

Pontos never forgot how he felt the day he learned of his family’s history.

Before that, responsibility was the furthest thing from his mind.

Everyone loved him—he was handsome, charming, and utterly carefree.

The endless stream of ships calling at Port washed away the tedium of ordinary life; he had heard so many tales and was so frequently called knowledgeable that he refused to believe he would ever fade into obscurity.

So when the truth of his lineage was finally revealed to him, he was overwhelmed by an enormous, unexpected yet perfectly natural euphoria.

Moreover, the supreme, unfathomable entity behind the Night-Gaunt his family had commanded for generations had acknowledged him.

He was born for greatness.

Then, a mere whim of "N" set the cultists loose, their indiscriminate coastal raid reducing his entire village to ashes.

Broken by the sudden devastation, Pontos sacrificed his body—and all his future possibilities—to the abyss in exchange for the power of the abyss.

But it no longer mattered. Nothing would ever slip from his grasp again.

Nothing could ever be taken from him again.

The heroic epic destined to soar across the night sky was broken mid-flight.

He chose to plunge into the abyss, offering himself up to an existence far greater and more inscrutable.

Never again would he face the pangs of parting, the sting of mediocrity, or the inescapable ravages of time.

His kin, his friends, and even his foes—he has kept them all forever within Ebwynnos, a realm now fused with his very being.

| +Skill Cards (Level 6 reached) | Card | Story

Relentless Hunt | He preserved the brightest, most spirited fragments of his beloved, while subjecting his enemies tot he most brutal, lingering tortures.

In the breathless revelry of every passing night, he would cast himself with roaring laughter into a sea of empty shells.

Strike | "Pray to me, and I shall great you the death you desire."

Defense | "Slumber in Ebwynnos, drink deep in Ebwynnos, in that everlasting, ancient Fount of the Chasm."

Wrath of the Abyss | "What is your desire?" Might, dominion, the restoration of the lost, a vengeance washed in blood...

He fell into a deep and glooy silence, though the answer he long since resided in his heart--an unanswerable answer.

He wished for the sun to rise and set as usual.

He wished for the world to simply go on as normal.

Gaunt Ravage | The appearances of Ebwynnos follow no regular pattern, nor can its full form ever be observed.

The only certain is this: when those faceless creatures swarm in droves across the horizon, a house--its windows radiating an unnamable, pearlescent glow--will stand upon a cliff somewhere amid the mist.

Gauntwards' Call | Neither the human ear nor existing Silver Core Technology can, for now, extract any meaningful information from Pontos's hunting whistle.

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