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It occurs to me I never made mention that I’m moving blogs, rofl

not posting to this one anymore, this is for the two people tops that might wanna see more of my stuff, which’ll all be over there

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Sadiff 341

The Fates are among the most elite of all organisms. Using information gathered from their spies and intelligence departments, they can accurately calculate future events with the aid of Prescience. Seeing different futures, the Council of Fates gather to discuss and vote on which events should unfold for the best future. After making their decision, they instruct their agents to put various actions into motion, which trigger various chains of events that will lead to their desired future. Due to the nature of these actions, they are often kept secret. There is speculation that various acts of terror and disastrous weather patterns were instigated by the Fates, though no proof is available to support these claims.

#fantasy #scifi #story

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Jirin Kim- You know where the practice of wax-swords come from, do you not?

Atello- I have an understanding, but I know your obsession of storytelling all too well, so I’ll humor you.

Jirin Kim- You spoil me, dear, truly. Anyhow, it’s very common in the Rokian region, but it originated from the steppes culture just north of the dryland. It was either Tharv Magna or Mandipoles- one of those Silverkings of Lagg, I can’t quite remember. They said he had a heart made from fire, a condition I can imagine being problematic- had to fuel it constantly and belched flames regularly. Well he distrusted his people even in the inner spheres, and exploited the Candling Guild to build a smithing industry from specialty wax as opposed to the normal carbon or hypermetals. His reasoning was that, should any assassination attempt be made on his life, the weapon would melt before it could pierce his heart. Of course, there was his tight grip on import and Printing, so the options were limited.

Atello- I’m assuming things don’t stick to plan for long?

Jirin Kim- I’ll get there, worry not. It was the Apprentice-Petalsmith Luka Mismi who had heard word of the tyrant. Now Luka, being from Far North Glasdown, had some knowledge of deep-freeze smithing. So he had taken it upon himself to gather water from his greenhouse and attempt immigration to Lagg. Nobody thought much of a man bringing with him only buckets of water and no contraband, and let him through. It wasn’t long before he would set up a collaboration with a weaponsmith and had covertly frozen the water, forging it into a deep-frozen icepick-dagger. This same dagger is what would end the terror of the Laggian Silverking.

Atello- That’s a fascinating history lesson, but I have the faintest notion that you made it all up.

Jirin Kim- ...Perhaps I did.

#fantasy #scifi #boy

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Unintelligible Laws of Neutron Lung

Amateur Historian Polipio “Giving Leaf and Bald Eyes” Samaton 8M

While controversial at best, one cannot deny the significance and influence of the writings of the warrior-poet named Neutron Lung. Many would discredit his teachings to the ramblings of a sleep-drunk madman, despite the allegations of his use of somni-drug substances being unproven. 

In this piece, I will maintain an updated collection of many of his works. I may omit his most popular and already widely-known sayings for the sake of sharing works more under-appreciated or unheard of.

#fantasy #writing #scifi

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Sharl Keen, Lord-Punisher and Arch-Bureaucrat of Revenge

Hark Thurgeu- “You bloodlusting bastard, I’d punch that anus face in if I could.”

Cullius 691- “Enough! You shall speak only when spoken to, lest you-

Sharl Keen- “Now now, that is quite enough viciousness, Cullius! My apologies for her excitement, dear Hark. Indulge me for a moment, though. You say I have the Bloodlust, correct? By doing so you imply that I yearn for Blood, that the Blood is a want, as opposed to a need. No, it would be far more appropriate to say that I have the Bloodthirst. The Blood is something most vital to my business, it is the very oil through which I grease the wheels and keep this delicate machine running; without it, this system would shrivel up and dehydrate.”

Hark Thurgeu- “A fancy way of admitting you’re above the Law.”

Sharl Keen- “The Law? I am not above the Law, nor am I below it. The Department of Revenge is a splinter to that of Lawful Justice- officially, that is. I should admit, I am not so quick to associate with Lawful Justice. It is… cold. Calculated. Very inhuman, wouldn’t you agree? Many innocent lives are left victim to its flaws. Revenge, however, cannot be committed against the innocent- it is perfectly balanced to undo wrongdoings. That is after all, why you are here, correct?

Hark Thurgeu- “Fuck you.”

Sharl Keen- “…Just the response I would have expected. Let us get to business, shall we? Cullius, our guest has committed crimes most unforgivable; do be equally unforgiving in your bloodletting, would you?”

#fantasy #scifi

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Crestfallen Pilot- “You like spacewalks?”

Young Man- “Spacewalks? Sure, but I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

Crestfallen Pilot- “Just humor me here. I’m imagining something. I’m out there, Zero-G in that pool of stars. I’m sinking, lost and flailing to grab some umbilical to pull me back to Gravity. But there’s nothing, not for a million miles. I’m up there, drowning alone, nobody to carry my last words. Would anybody save me? Would anybody come scoop me up into their breast and carry me back down to Earth?”

Young Man- “Well, it’s simple. Some big brave lifeguard comes and gets you, saves the day.”

Crestfallen Pilot- “You see my point then, right?”

Young Man- “Maybe.”

Crestfallen Pilot- “Where’s my lifeguard now while I’m out here, lost, drowning, sinking? Are they there? Do they see me waving from that pool, or will they only notice when I’m a streak of light through the atmosphere?”

#scifi #fantasy #ocean #planet #ship #story

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“Your Body Will Be Golden”

#fantasy #art #scifi

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Jirin Kim- “Noble of the Great House of Comyn, Lord-Historian of Pallas, Shani Sight-Seer, Perthyati Warrior-Dancer, Whore of Hau- tell me, is there anything you are not?”

Atello- “Not finished, certainly. Continue your story, and bring more dessert.”

#fantasy #scifi #art #story

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polishing up some posts

yo im just gonna go back and fix some stuff, like some formatting to keep things consistent. may change some stories too, but I won’t delete anything really

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They painted themselves Green from the Tower’s surface, perhaps to appease it.

A Wild Man arrived one day, painted Red. They begged him to reveal where he found the hue- he did not answer, and instead demanded worship.

#fantasy #scifi #story #art

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Witch Engine

Form Aptus Xu

The marines had rooted out the witch on their starship, smothered their black magic and had prepared to execute them at a moment’s notice from the Sergeant. Alas, the ship was not furnished with witch-burning equipment, as per regulation. Without pyres or stakes, the crew improvised- they burned the witch in the incinerator.

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The Beggars and Their Queen

Various Authors

The Rogue-Linguist Mi’algo, like most hunters, laid traps for her prey. Alas, she was no hunter.

#fantasy #scifi #art #lore #cat

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The Woes of a Small Thing

Unknown

The Universe does not want us to live. The Universe, and all its components, strive for stability- they contain energy they wish to be rid of. Life is, in a sense, a form of the Universe’s energy. We are active, unstable, unfit for the Universe. Moreso than all that, we are small. Our lives are so fleeting and precious, we hardly stand against the unrelenting tides of the ocean- we may as well be a lotus against a hurricane. And when we are gone, there will be a hundred-trillion years of nothing, as it was meant to be. Space will be cold, it will be dark, it will be silent. Forever. For the entire timeline of the Universe, we are but a speck of dust, so easily wiped away it were as if we were never here.

Yet in spite of that eternity, here we are. Not in the cold, not in darkness, but here. A dark eternity of nothingness has, through trial and error, led us to this moment- a sight so immeasurably fleeting, a thing so rare, it is hard to believe it exists at all. And against those odds, and against the odds of all the quintillions of timelines, here we are- you and I- a combination never seen anywhere in the entire Universe but here.

And when I think that, impossibly, I have the opportunity to hold you, I want to thank God- and hold you.

#art #scifi #alien #flora #sunset #story

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The Sands Grost Axi IX

Not an uncommon sight on the rim of the Ultimate Desert are the magnificent and mountainous church-ships, whose lungsmen can be heard bellowing their hymn for miles. Often when opposing ships meet, terrible conflict ensues. While many official ships are bound by law not to open traditional fire within certain jurisdictions, there is no law prohibiting the use of curse/prayer chanting.

Thus the ensuing battle is a chaotic maelstrom of curses followed by counter-curses, prayers followed by counter-prayers- a frantic assault to thwart the opposing ship through causation of ill-luck, poor weather conditions, and seeds of doubt.

Passing folk, be they wildmen, traders, or explorers, will often carry with them charms, carved from healing roots. Not unlike the bone charms of sailors, these root charms can either provide some form of unique, subtle ability, or protect against curses like those of such church-ship battles.

#fantasy #scifi #art #story #warrior #desert #stone #alien #space

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Misplaced Journal Ragulis “Rags” Mantico

I haven’t seen him without that damn helmet on, but I guess this is the closest I’ll be to knowing there’s a human under that stone. It was absolutely lazy and beautiful today, so we were all mucking about out on the deck. Wind’s weren’t too high neither, so some of us guys figured we’d chuck some pebbles off the side (quite thrilling for the boys on the water below, I’m sure!). 

Well I guess Zars wasn’t into the pebble-throwin’ business, ‘cause he just sat right down with a book and some pipe- smoked the damn thing right through his helmet, cheeky bastard. After I got over my shock that the guy can read (I think it’s a guy, after all), I circled around to see what he was reading, all quiet-like, and doggone it the man was writing! I didn’t wanna pry, but I couldn’t help but steal a peak- and doggone it twice, he was writing to a sweetheart. Swear on my life I saw something about kids, too, maybe a farm. 

Now I dunno why, but I felt so touched I just went back to my quarters to have a think, and doggone it for the third goddamn time today, I’m still havin’ a think about it.

The guy writes like fuckin’ poetry, he doesn’t need to be out here.

#art #ship #stone #sea #ocean #sky #airship #balloon #fantasy #scifi #story

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The Isles

Grost Axi IX

The wild clans of the Ultimate Desert didn’t stand a chance against the blunt imperial fist of the Antarctic Island’s finest warriors. One part majesty, one part brute- the Opali Grand Guard waste no time in making their forceful intentions known.

#art #fantasy #scifi #warrior

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The Killing Light

Sadiff 341

“You are familiar with the Bohoma Hand Philosophy, but I shall restate for the record. Man has two true hands, not accounting for deviant subspecies or prosthetics. The right is molded perfectly for commiting virtues, while the left- a reflection- is intended for sins. This core idea is reflected commonly in Bohoma rituals, as you will see no use of the left hand in them, and nor will you see them eaten in cannibalisms, for all they have to offer is sin.

“Cutting away your left hand would make you virtuous and feminine, while cutting away the right would leave you sinful and masculine. Cutting away both, then, would leave you with freedom. No decisions to make, no guilt to bear. No longer can they create, and no longer can they destroy. No action onward is committed by you, but by the Universe; your hands shall be theirs- your hands shall be Light.

“But before you may wield the Killing Light of God, we must take steps. The first step demands you tear away your own hands. And no anesthetics- that is heresy, after all.”