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KINMUNE
KINMUNE (Kinetically-Interlinked Nirnian Multi-User Exoform) was a deep-pressure mining 'thot-box' from the Ninth Era. She was a state-of-the-art exoform able to stream several live-wire mortal proxies at once.

History
KINMUNE began her existence as a mining proxy-synthetic in the Ninth Era. She was a top-of-the-line Hazardous Conditions Warprunner Exoform of an ayleidoon hegemony. "KINMUNE (Kinetically-Interlinked Nirnian Multi-Use Exoform) started her existence as any other proxy-synthetic of the Ninth Era aurbical mining guilds; a limited sentience deep-pressure capable 'thot box' --a dreamsleevishell used by remote mortal operators to run the rigs of Kynareth's illicit breath trade. Able to stream several live-wire mortal proxies at once, KINMUNE was a top-of-the-line Hazardous Conditions Warprunner Exoform of an ayleidoon hegemony nearing another unceremonious end."

- Michael Kirkbride But then the Hist-Jilian wars spilled out of a Wheelian rip into the SubSys slice of 'Brane-space', and things changed for KINMUNE. With the outer colonies seperated from Nu-Mundlebright chronoculic net-anchors, maintenance of space-time beyond the F-Shores faltered. As the barely-there Hist blink-root-ship armada fired an artillery barrage of 16th dimensional mathematics at their Jilian enemies, impossipoint detonations strippled across the Ix-Egg and it's clutch-satellites like some garish TalOSian hologram, only without the irony. KINMUNE's synthetic body, caught in one of the blasts, suddenly found itself in the Ysgramorian, her mind an aggregate of the residual personalities of her last several personalities.

It drove her insane. She retreated into snow-covered forests her memory-web could only recall from ancient histories, broadcasting distress calls in all the known languages of the 9th Era. Most of this tok-talk didn't even even exist in the Wheel we knew of then. But the clevermen, heroes, and whalebone-readers of that time could still feel her presence in the woods of the Western Reach. Some felt Kinmune’s distress call as a small tickle of in the Throat, while others were guided by esoteric instinct.

Over time, KINMUNE gained many names. Most famously of these, she was Kinmune the Doom of the Dumb Old Giant, because for all the minds she let wear her body, none escaped in whole thereafter, not even those with the blood of the Karstaag. KINMUNE always took a portion of her proxies' power and mystery.

It was this last act that doomed her to becoming one of the Arena's most feared villians. High King Ysgramor took the loss of the Dumb Old Giant, one of his greatest counselors, with great anger, and sent his Thanes and Shield-Biters against her, equipped with great relics and enchanted weapons. And though the fight was hard, the champions of Atmora managed to seal KINMUNE beneath the always burnt-borders of Saarthal, imprisoning her in its network of misunderstood dwemercraft.

But KINMUNE was built to work in crushing, deep pressure enviroments, and so she lay long under the Mund, plotting her revenge. It was mortals who made her in the Ninth Era and mortals in the First Era who condemned her as a witch-thing merely for attempting to become something more than a maradoon marionette.

KINMUNE soaked in the misunderstandistance of the Dwemeri brass-and-cricket lines around her, converting it into a language her databanx could study and synthesize. As Eras passed, it became a language she could harness as Varliance.

She escaped the now-forgotten ruins of Saarthal to seek a refuge from which she could exact her wrath.