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fvaleraye · 1 year

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The Long Journey Begins

Heyyyyy all. Been a hot minute since I've posted a Scintillam chapter. The time I posted one was uh... February. Apologies for the long wait '^^ Especially since I've had this chapter finished for nearly a week and just... forgot to post it. My bad-

ANYWAY today we FINALLY have another Samuel chapter! It's been a hot minute since we've seen him, soooo lets get to it, yeah-

The snow was as deep and unrelenting as ever.

It was a clear day, no blizzards, no snowfall. But a blizzard had just passed through- the height of the snow made that clear. And conditions were not going to get much better. Not out here. Not for a long time.

And time was something Samuel did not have nearly enough of.

The snow nearly reached his waist as he waded through, following a path from memory rather than any indication that there was one there at all. Paths rarely stayed visible enough to be relied on out here. It was rather frustrating. But what was one to do?

Make do, that’s what.

It had been several days of walking and camping, but a destination was in reach. FInally.

The weary old man came into town, heaving a relieved sigh as the snow dipped. Someone was working to keep the snow from getting too high, that was good. That meant that there were still people in this village. Judging by how old some of the buildings seemed to be, it was definitely northmen who lived here. All the better.

He approached the nearest building that didn’t look like someone’s home and pushed the door open, feeling the comfortable sting of the sudden warmth. Much better. Judging by the look of the place, it was definitely a tavern. That was good, a tavern was a good place to start.

He got a few looks, not unexpected, given how he was dressed. The mask probably did it. He took off his thick, fur collared coat, and hung it near the door with several others. He briefly took stock of the place, then made his way towards the counter, pulling up a barstool and taking a seat.

“What’ll’t be.” The bartender asked, his thick accent more or less confirming his status as a northman.

“May I inquire about something, sir?” Samuel replied, prompting the man to freeze for a moment and give a glare.

“You may inquire if ye order sumthin’.” His tone was something akin to snark, but the outsider let it slide.

“Mead.”

Without much more said, the bartender grabbed a mug and a bottle, quickly filling the former up before putting the latter back under the counter, and slid it towards the customer. Samuel nodded, raised his mug slightly in a mock toast, and took a swig.

Yeah, that was definitely mead. Strong mead.

Definitely northman mead. Gods.

“What was your inquiry, stranger.”

He rolled his head for a moment, working a crick out of his neck. Then he sighed.

“I’m looking for someone. Or, well, a group of people, but let's start small.”

“Not many people come out this way.”

“That’s why I ask.”

“Hm. Shoot.”

“I’m looking for a young girl. About… maybe 17, by now? Dark skin, black hair, and…” He paused for a moment, considering something, mouth opening and close to speak several times under the mask. After a moment, he lifted the mask from his face, revealing his features as he set the intimidating piece of wood on the countertop, looking the bartender directly in the eyes, his deep, ultramarine gaze full of worry, hidden behind his otherwise stoic expression.

“... she has my eyes…?”

He considered that for a time, glancing about as he tried to rattle a memory from his brain.

“... family?”

“My granddaughter.”

“Does she have a name?”

“Leila. Her name is Leila.”

“Anything else?”

“It… has been some time since I last saw her. She had… curly hair, last I saw. But she talked about wanting to braid it as she got older.”

“Afraid I haven’t seen her, sir. Apologies.”

He let out a deep sigh, very slightly tapping his fist against the counter as his eyes wandered. After a moment, he took a deep breath, and looked back to the other man.

“... have you seen any unsavory individuals? Black cloaks, masks?”

“Black cloaks? Masks? Sir, what has granddaughter gotten herself into?”

“That is for me alone. Answer the question.”

“Well… just so happens, my sister and her daughter mentioned seeing some folks matching that description poking around in nearby burial mounds.”

“Necromancers?”

“Safe assumption.”

“Hm… the people I’m looking for do practice the necromantic arts, last I checked…” His face turned thoughtful for a moment, before quickly returning to his usual stoic expression. “Where are these burial mounds?”

“Now, sir… you sure it’s a good idea to go messin’ with those who entangle themselves with the dark arts?”

“Do you have a daughter?”

“No, but I have a son.”

“Would you do the same for him, if you thought that he could be getting involved with these people?”

The man’s face turned for a time, expression dimming, turning grim. After a moment of silence, he let out a sigh.

“You got a map?”

“No, but my memory has not begun to fail me yet.”

“There’s a few around here. They usually poke around in them at night. Last I knew, the nearest one that hadn’t touched was to the south. They’ve been working their way that direction, so I figure they might be gathering materials before crossing the border.”

“I see… what do these mounds look like?”

“They’ll be a bit hard to see in the snow, but they’re… well, mounds. They’ll have a door in front.”

“Thank you.” Samuel grabbed his mask, and placed it back on his face. “May I perhaps order some food for the road?”

“Have it on the house, stranger.”

“That is not necessary, I have funds.”

“I insist.”

He was silent for a moment, before giving a long sigh, tilting his head.

“I appreciate the gesture. If you’re willing, some more of this mead to help keep me warm would also be greatly appreciated.”

The mound was indeed quite hard to spot in all of the snow, but a bit of observation revealed the near completely obscured door. It hadn’t been touched in quite some time. That was good, that meant that they still hadn’t arrived. He took to hiding in a nearby patch of brush, and kept a close watch.

He wouldn’t bring up Leila. There was nothing saying they had discovered her yet. But he would certainly question them.

If the best thing he could do was take attention away from her, and, perhaps, even be an example to not mess with these people, he would gladly do it.

He had no intention to die. Not now. But if he had to die for her safety, he would.

It was hours of waiting. The mead helped. Small sips. He didn’t need to get drunk.

But, eventually, as the night dragged on, shapes emerged from the darkness. Black cloaks, intimidating masks. He recognized the marks adorning their attire as well. These were the ones.

As the lead one began to fiddle with the door, Samuel made his approach, snow crinkling under his feet. It was hard to be stealthy in this much snow, but he just needed to make an approach. He just needed to get close enough, not close the gap entirely.

He had long since learned to fight effectively in extreme environments, some snow wasn’t going to hamper him enough to endanger him.

He wasn’t going to get any closer than this, not with the other two standing there.

He slowly reached towards his belt, pulling a sickle attached to a rope from it.

He readied it at his side.

Account for weight.

Account for wind.

Get a good grip.

Stand.

Wind up.

Release.

The weapon screamed through the air, the blade colliding with the skull of the leftmost of the trio, piercing their skull, followed swiftly by a yank that pulled head from shoulder…

… with surprising ease?

The lack of blood, and a quick glance, quickly revealed the individual’s skeletal nature. Necromancers for sure.

Or, well, necromancer singular, given how the one fiddling with the door was the only one to startle.

“THE HELLS-?!” He cried, nearly stumbling over his own two feet at the intrusion.

By the time he was able to right himself, Samuel had pulled his blade from its sheath and dispatched the other guard, also a walking corpse, and pinned the offending necromancer against the wall with a yelp.

“Who sent you?”

“The fuck are you-?!”

“You must be a new member of your ilk, a veteran would be shitting themself at the mere sight of this mask.” He tightened his grip around the other’s throat for a moment, prompting a gag.

“Fuck-! Fuck, what do you want-?!”

“Who sent you?”

“I- no-one-! I’m here doing-!” He gagged and shrieked as the grip tightened again. “-d-doing! I-i-independent…! R-research…!”

“Somehow, I do not believe you.”

“Y-you really… th-think… if th-this were s-s-sanctioned… I’d be… a-alone… w-with n-n-nothing b-but t-two… skin… less… h-husks… for company…?!”

His grip loosened ever so slightly, enough to allow the acolyte some air. He gasped for air, wheezing and panting, but still struggling against the far taller and stronger man’s grip.

“What do you know of your order?”

“I just… I j-just joined for the fucking tutelage under r-real necromancers… I don’t… I don’t believe in a-any of that Wyrm stuff…”

“... so you are useless to me then.”

The man only had a second to process the sheer weight of the statement before his neck was unceremoniously snapped, leaving him a corpse along with his followers. He was expecting a real disciple of the Wyrm, not a sycophant of death… what a waste of time.

Well, at least these people’s burial mounds will go undisturbed from now on.

Onward to the real destination, then. No time to waste.

#Faye Writes #Scintillam #Samuel #to this day; i still never know what to tag these chapters with asdlfkjn #well either way #i hope y'all enjoy the writings #and; as always; reblogs are appreciated if u did #i consider these chapters my art just as much as i do my drawings; so asdlfkjn

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leculiwojati · 2 years

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artnerd1123 · 4 years

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iiiits velda!!! wonder what’s grabbed her attention, eh?

this lovely gal belongs to the equally rad @vaaloirr, whom i did an art trade with :V

#velda #scintillam #art trade #uhh #yea that looks good for tags #lskdjfksl #shes got such nice colors!!!#i did my best to mimic em in traditional slkdjf #i care her sm...#shes so good!!! shes so good...#i hope u enjoy!!!#artnerd1123

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ravenkult · 3 years

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Scintillam. by De Delirium Ad Veritatem https://www.artstation.com/artwork/D5Dq2A

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catelovecamelia · 3 years

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humble-guest · 3 years

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Scintillam.

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gaemar-fr · 4 years

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30 Day Dragon Share Challenge!

Day 25: Share your favorite Spirals

MAN DO I LOVE MALE SPIRALS!! I just ADORE them :D Ok from the top - left to right!

Mercury, an electric ice mage from a royal family.

Pluto, the lead actor in the theater.

Proserpina, the writer and the one who creates the screenplays.

Xyrmyar, one of the artists! Specializes in fluid acrylic painting & pendulum painting.

Keiji, a tricky warlock who produces poisons.

Karth, a false gods priest.

Scintillam, Caenum, & Syntax. All g1s with no purpose yet.

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vaneanlove · 5 years

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Bueno señores aqui esta mi lindo y precioso BEBE! >w</ AWWW me encantoooo jejeje estuve probando en la madrugada los colores que compre, estuve viendo que paleta de colores le quedaría mejor a Illam (Si, asi se llama mi bebito. Su nombre es un trozo de la palabra “Scintillam” que en latin significa Chispa) jeje, luego sabrán porque le puse ese nombre, luego are un dibujo a digital donde mostrare un poco su personalidad. Al final decidí que la paleta de colores que le pondría seria el naranja, verde y purpura... Le queda super lindo!! <3

#Les presento a mi bebe!#Illam Sans #Hiemstale #Me encanta como quedo!!#Probando diferentes paletas de colores

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fvaleraye · 7 months

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Odd Jobs

heyyyyyyyy guys

it's been a while since we've posted any real writing, but we finished smth a few days ago. it's for Hunter, not Scintillam, sorry, but we had to write something and Hunter was what we could get ourself to type out, so Hunter is what you get "well why did it take you a few days to post it" well, for one, we had to get it proofread rq(thanks to @artnerd1123 for that <3), and secondly we just... kind of ended up overthinking ourself into a downward death spiral over it. we're not getting into why.

fun fact, actually- this third chapter of Hunter had over FIVE complete rewrites! some of those earlier versions are going to be reworked into later chapters, but the long and short of it is just "it feels too early to jump into the main meat of the story, and we have character building to do" so we're doing a bit more character building

anywhere, here u go

A small, desert planet. Relatively close to Terran Standard Hours, but not quite. Mostly empty, save for an early settlement or two, and a few camps. Temperate for most of the year, despite its ecology. Might not even need terraforming to grow plants. The main issue was the wildlife. But those were all facts for planetary settlers to worry about.

The planet’s gravity was what one was focused on today. It was slightly heavier than something like earth. Not enough to affect day to day life, for the most part.

But it was enough to affect the trajectory of a bullet.

Bang. “Shit-!”

Nothing new to an interplanetary bounty hunter, however. Just some slight calibrations, that was all that was needed. Raise the scope by a few micrometers.

Bang.

Increase power to the chamber.

Bang.

A few more micrometers, accounting for the heavier rounds.

Bang.

Steep walls around the camp, nestled in a ravine. Account for tailwind.

Bang.

A stomach flat on the ground. Low. Shields charged, just in case. Comfortable, laying next to a neat stack of fresh mags. The boxy magazines were heavy enough you could kill someone just by hitting them with it. The bullets were large, and each mag held two dozen. Quick kills, long distance, armor piercing. Perhaps a bit expensive to be shooting at common pirates, but everyone would get one. She made sure she brought enough to share with the whole class.

Two pirates stood nestled behind a rock, cowering from the shooting range their camp had turned into, rifles at the ready. Others were ducked tightly, hugging the ground around the camp as they found cover, while the unlucky ones littered the killbox. The armored ones had holes blown in their chest pieces. The more fragile ones had limb scattered about, a few heads that simply vanished.

“The fuck are you lot waitin’ for?!” The big one yelled from across the way, voice gravely and slightly distorted by a low quality speaker in his helmet. He was bulky, armored, with two sets of arms- clearly the leader, or the closest thing the pirates had to one left. “Get out there or-!”

“All due respect, hoss,” another called, human, frontier accent, “that ain’t happenin’.”

“It’s one hunter!” He bellowed in return towards his uppity accomplice. “One human-! They can’t kill us all!”

“True enough, everyone willin’ to gamble their heads in that open sightline, say aye!” He gave a snarky, shiteating grin as he glanced around at the sheer reluctance that permeated the camp. “... sounds like the crowd has spoken. God bless democracy.”

“Shut up, scragfuck-!”

Bang.

Everyone flinched, and one fell to the ground in a panic, nearly dropping his weapon as the bullet pierced his cover and impacted the dirt next to him.

“It was your idea to set up camp here, ‘hoss’.” The big one growled, hunkering down as much as his frame and joints would allow.

“... that it were, that it were indeed.” He admitted, sucking in a reluctant breath of air. “I said it would be defensible, and… well, it is, but…”

“But, our gods damned camp is getting slaughtered by one sniper because there’s no scragfucking cover!”

“I am acutely aware, hoss-”

“Well then come up with a solution, ‘deputy’-!”

“I am working on it, scragshit-!”

Bang. “Fuck-!” The deep, bassy explosion of the bullet exiting the barrel once again shook the nerves of everyone in camp, this time managing to pierce the steel wall one was hiding behind, going limp from their prior crouched position.

He took a breath.

He looked around at everyone at camp, all the crouched figures, the one standing next to him, and all the bodies. He raised his gun around the rocky corner, slowly deliberately, and tossed it to the ground.

A moment of silence later, and he stepped out from his cover, hands up.

“What are you doing-?!” The boss whispered, gripping his weapon.

“Shh-!” He stepped forward, towards the mouth of the ravine. Bang. Everyone flinched, but no-one flinched quite as hard as the deputy, tripping over his own two feet and landing on his ass as the bullet landed mere inches from his foot. “Fuck-!”

“Not one step closer, ‘hoss’.” The voice on the other end of the scope called, voice modulated slightly and boosted moderately by the high quality speaker in her suit.

“I ain’t armed! See?” He gestured to the rifle on the ground, slowly accumulating desert dust as he slowly made his way to his feet, hands still in the air. “They pay more for alive than dead, don’t they? Like in the movies?” He forced a lighthearted chuckle, halfway between a smile and a wince.

“We may be in a desert, and you might be dressed like a cowboy, but this isn’t a western.” Ariis retorted, unmoving.

“Look- we… we got a lot of money back here!” He loosened his posture slightly, shrugging. “I’m just saying! We could pay ya a lot more than whatever those hick colonists are payin’ ya!”

“And you’ll shoot me in the back when I come to collect. Or you’ll try to, anyway. Cute.”

“No- ma’am, you have my word, on my gentlemanly honor,” he placed a hand on his chest, and one in the air, “no harm shall come to you, if you deliver no more harm unto us. You can take the money and go.”

“Is that even your real accent?”

His voice hitched a bit, stammering quietly and briefly. “I… y-yeah? ‘Course it is-”

“Oh, so you’re just leaning into the bit, then?”

“Well, I… I-I-I have a reputation to uphold, y’see.”

“I am aware.” She shot, coldly, finger menacingly depressing the trigger slightly, despite no living thing being close enough to witness the threat. “People pay a lot for reputations, ‘y’see’.”

He swallowed a ball of fear, glancing towards the sweet embrace of the rock he was previously hunkered behind.

“Unfortunately for you and your gang, your reputation is the sort that gets me paid just as good dead as alive, because they’re gonna kill you anyway.”

“... w-why uh… haven’t ya shot me, then?”

She shrugged invisibly, not disturbing her firing stance. “Curiosity, mostly.”

“... w-well… if it makes a lick a’ difference, uh… i-it ain’t my gang-”

“Semantics.” She sucked in air, holding it in her lungs. “... and semantics isn’t my line of work.” Bang.

A shot through the heart, left arm ripped violently from its socket and flying halfway across the ravine. Dead, instantly.

Exhale.

“This is an odd job, boys.” She called from her perch, smiling under her helmet. “You know what that means? That means I don’t have anywhere better to be. Go ahead. If anyone else wants to be a hero or a smartass, then step forward.”

The stand off continued well into the night. It wasn’t until the sun broke the horizon that the last of them were dead. A few more bullets spent than she’d like, but such is life. Nobody’s perfect.

She took a few souvenirs, just things to show to the client to prove the job was done, and collect her reward. A shootout with some hick gang on a backwater planet… a far cry from the diplomatic assassination from months ago. But there always had to be smaller jobs like this when things got slow, to break up the monotony.

“And they’re all dead?” The representative questioned, looking the hunter up and down.

“Yes, I wouldn’t be back if they weren’t.” Ariis snapped, arms crossed as her attitude was growing increasingly cross. “I did all the paperwork. You can either give me my money, or I can file a complaint with my handler.”

“That- that won’t be necessary, miss Sol-” They coughed awkwardly, and started to fidget with a tablet. “The money will be in your account before you go offworld. Thank you for your service.”

She just wordlessly stepped out. Funny how she always felt more at home staring down a kill zone through a scope in a dusty ravine than in a clean office filing paperwork. Bureaucracy scared her more than any mark.

She was about to hop in her ship after that, at least until she saw a familiar ‘face’ lumbering his way up to her at the shipyard.

“Wait… is that-?”

[There she is.] The voice was deep, heavily modulated and very low quality, using an old speaker to broadcast an ancient translator in a patchwork junker of an environment suit. A juggernaut of a sentient, various multicolored tubes sticking out of and snaking into various ports.

“Uncle Guz!” She called, stepping back down from her ship’s side and towards him, meeting him halfway up the landing pad. “It’s been too long, what are you doing in this backwater?”

[Looking for you, actually.] He muttered, face hidden behind the emotionless, multi eyed faceplate of his env suit.

“For me?” She parroted skeptically. “... I’m guessing it’s not just to say hi.”

[Smart girl.] He handed a tablet off to her, staying silent for a moment as she browsed its contents. [Wanted to take you along for a jank. Gib. J-] Guz smacked the side of his helmet, a reverberating clang startling the technicians, but not Ariis. [Job.]

She just let out a sigh. “... this isn’t a salvage job.”

[Salvaging isn’t my only culling. Calling.] A very muffled, bubbly groan that wasn’t picked up by the translator barely managed to make its way out of the suit. He was going to need to replace that translator eventually.

“I know.” She handed the tablet back off, the giant shuffling it back into a pack at his side. “But still, was hoping we were going to get drinks or something.”

[Maybe after, toddler.] Another barely audible groan.

“Yeah, that nickname never translates well, even with the new ones.” She chuckled lightly. “Still, I just got done clearing pirates, and now I’m getting dragged along to kill more…”

[No-one is dragging you along.]

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I’m not coming.” She tilted her head slightly. “You wanna take my ship? It’s faster.

[No. Too quiet. If a ship’s too quiet-]

“-then something’s broken, I know.” She sighed. “You’re attached to your junker.”

[Gertrude just has character.]

“A spaceship has as much character as you give it.” She turned on her heel, heading back towards her own spaceship. “See you there, then. Don’t break down on the way.”

[No promises.] Despite the monotone of the translator, she could feel the sarcasm as he turned and started to board his own characteristically boxy, patchwork ship. Compared to hers, it looked like a brick. That was part of its charm, though. Always was.

… never a dull day.

#Faye Writes #Hunter #if u enjoyed reblog etc #ty for ur time and we're sorry we haven't posted any writing in nearly a year #and any hunter writing in OVER a year #writing either of these stories is. painful. mentally and emotionally. nowadays.#we're not going to get into why #but we do want to get back into it #really badly #so yeah #here we are

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sparkmender · 5 years

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He doesn’t have the most well-oiled voice on the ship (that would probably go to Rodimus, or Cyclonus in his softer moments), but it doesn’t stop Rung from humming as he fusses over cleaning up his brood after Megatron’s completely understandable mistake of allowing them to feed themselves.

With his back to the open door of his hab-suite he dips a soft cloth in the bowl of lukewarm solvent set off to the side, careful to rub down Gamma with gentle, circular strokes to clean them of mess. Alpha’s already been taken care of and has settled back down in the basket formerly occupied by Nightlight, and Beta beeps away nearby, clicking along with the melody as Rung ‘preens’ the smallest of their Trine.

“In machina, misericordiam custodiet scintillam meam...”

#beep beep it’s baby time #!|rungposting

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blankrslate07 · 6 years

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Ideas for a Fantasy World

(Currently in the making of a fantasy world! Originally started out as Yaoi but ended up adding worldbuilding to it and actual plot, which I’ll get to later on a separate post.)

The world was split into four continents. There are many religions & Gods worshiped in this world, though the most well known one is Aviandri, the First to Spark. There is no gender for this deity; it is said that the world was nothing more than a mud ball until Aviandri came, in their white glory as a gigantic bird. They spread their feathers across the mud and spark them all in fire to harden the mud. Afterwards they broke it into four parts and got rid of the unnecessary parts to make way for water. Soon they gave life to the new continents with their feathers, planting them one by one on the earth for them to turn into plants, animals, and other beings before flying up into the sky above and became the bright sun to guard their creations.

The North Continent is actually lifted above the waters with magical orbs situated around the entire land. This place is where the most devoted followers of Aviandri are located and where the royal family, Scintillam, live. The Scintillams are considered to be the descendants of the great bird deity due to the bright white feathers sprouting over parts of their body and having the strongest types of space magic in the world. The land if filled with rich materials so many citizens living here have a rather lavish lifestyle. However, they are very strict with rule and regulations especially when it comes with religion. You must be a follower of Aviandri to stay or else you’ll be forcefully kicked out of the continent. Though this rule doesn’t apply to the tourists or those staying temporarily since they are not citizens. The citizens rarely leave the place but when they do they must bring many white feathers with them and throw in on the foreign land they walk on.

The East Continent is filled with life to the brink. This is where orcs, faes, centaurs, elves, etc. live. It can be a rather dangerous place to live in as many things can kill you in an instance if you do something wrong, from the plants to its inhabitants. It is split into four parts. The Winter Zone where ice elementals reside in. The Fall Area where wind elementals usually live in. The Summer Country where fire elementals are and the Spring Fields, where most of its inhabitants are plant & water elementals. There is a prominent deity here that many beings worship. It is the Nurturing Butterfly Goddess Eostrox. It is said that she created the world with a single flower, it grew on the center of it. It grew and grew until it can no longer be contained. Thus Eostrox plucked it from once where and began to nuture the world from then on and still is.

The West Continent is by far the biggest one out of all the four continents. There are different sorts of beings here and split into many countries/kingdoms. However, there is a very concerning problem with a tyrant king that has been seizing other kingdoms through war to satisfy his bloodlust. He has already seized nearly half of the continent but seems to have stopped when he got married to his husband. The husband/fellow ruler managed to make a shaky truce with the other remaining countries left before things got worse and escalate to a full blown war with all of them. The tyrant wasn’t all that happy to stop his reign of terror but still complied to it. Seems that his bloodlust has subsided when he got married. People still fear the places under his rule since they are said to be brutal and filled with many bloody fights. There is even battle pits where the tyrant king and sometimes his husband would join in the bloodbath.

The South continent is the smallest out of the four continents, yet the most advanced one as well. The land is entirely composed of metal and technology. It is guarded/protected in a force field. It is rather secretive as well, citizens almost never leave and when they do it’s very short like a day or two. Tourists and visitors can only get in if the ruler of the continent allows it. All living beings here are androids, from the people to the insects. They all act robotic, logical, emotionless and utterly loyal to the “Motherboard” of the continent. The Motherboard appears as a holographic feminine white figure with a blank face. Though unlike her citizens, she is seems quite carefree, whimsical and joking. Considers the emotionlessness of her citizens an unfortunate side effect of being turned into androids and wants to fix it. Living emotional beings fascinate her and wants her citizens to still have emotions upon being turned into androids. That’s why she’s often out of her continent to observe emotional beings from other continents in hopes of being able to figure out how to bring them back to her people.

Firework Crystals are clear and have multiple colored dots of lights in them resembling the shape of fireworks. Considered as a holy symbol of Aviandri and placed on various types of clothing of the God’s followers.

Orb Blossoms are flowers that have a bright, marble like fruit on the middle and come with a variety of colors & flavors. Considered as a sacred fruit to represent Eostrox on the East Continent. It is customary to eat its fruits after every meal.

Computers, television and other electronics do exist on other continents but are vastly different from the South’s machines. They are instead composed of magical crystals/stones and plants, powered by a special fluid from the Oceanic Feline.

The Oceanic Feline is a humongous creature that resides in the center of the ocean. It comes up every ten years to feed. All four continents race towards it to collect the fluids it excretes from its back for their machines. It doesn’t seem to mind this, sometimes it is even petted and scratched to please it, thus producing more fluids. The West Continent is the most dependent on the fluids while the South is the least dependent on it.

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