THE COSMOLOGY: THE WHY
Every soul carries a shadow
The Cosmology of Ebon Croe was born from a single TRUTH
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It is not the dead who haunt us, but the gnawing fear that festers in our depths, where real monsters bide their time.
Each poem, every tale, and every shifting mood in this mythos reverberates with that single, unsettling truth.
This mythos mirrors the shadowed corners we harbor inside. Through Wynter, Croe, nemA, and the Hollow, it poses a single, relentless question:
What becomes of us when humanity falters, when shadowed judgment arrives, and when fear is confronted by the terror of phantoms that haunt your last breath?
THE CROE COSMOLOGY
THE DEAD CLOCK
THE CROE from a MURDER of CROWS
Croe, summoner of souls and silent thief, reminds us that death is not a finish but a passage, each crossing watched and weighed. At the threshold, this dark, feathered figure confronts the living’s blood and tolls the secrets of the dead. He does not reap souls; he calls them forth, measures their weight, and voices the verdict they already bear.
Across the mythos stands the Strawman, keeper of the weathered fields. Here, condemned shadowed souls are sown, bound, and left to harvest their own fate. No crow dares cross this ground. Judgment is God’s; punishment is the Strawman’s alone.
Crows act as both archivists and heralds, gathering along forgotten roads, inscribing tales on bone, and bleeding at the frayed edge of humanity’s twilight, squawking the toll.
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"Hark, squawk a Crow
Hearken, my toll, squawked the Croe
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The dead don't live by the bleeding clock
Sooner or later, death takes the flock
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To those among the living, you will need to hear
For those among the dead, you are already there
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The squawk is understood by those relative to death. These are the words from The Croe that must be said. If you hearken to its squawk, then you are already dead"
Humanity, blind to its own unravelling, stumbles toward a future where sins eclipse virtues. Yet the Croe remains, mourning lost ambitions, tolling the present, and bearing witness to what lies ahead.
This is the world Ebon Croe scrolls into being.
WHO
THE BOOKS
VITA MORTUIS, Fear Behind the Seete Door
THE ORIGIN CHAMBER
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Vita and Mortuis fell in love and had children of flesh and blood. However, Mortuis, Death, could not be with them like Vita, who was Life. This made Mortuis very jealous. Mortuis created crows to retrieve his children, causing Vita to mourn. The torn children, through a desperate plea, caused their celestial abduction, leaving Vita and Mortuis to grieve. The act of separation brought chaos across creation. Grief and anger turned into suffering until a sacrifice was made, altering the existence of life and death throughout the ages of our time.
Leading to a soul in torment. The seasons of suffering and the first fracture of identity. Wynter von Geist becomes the vessel through which the mythos opens its first haunting door.
THE CROE TOOLS
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THE RECKONING
The tolling of shadowed judgment. The hauntings that rise from what we bury.
Here, Wynter wakes as Ebon Croe, the witness, the scribe, the one who sees what others refuse to see.
COMING SOON
THE INVERSION
The Hollowing of Self-Reckoning
The place where memory collapses, and truth reveals from the shadow.
Here, the cosmology turns inward, showing that the demons we fear are often our own reflections.