i have found myself thinking a lot lately about how the s1 crew landed in a completely different world that was just similar enough to where everyone seemed to do a double take at their names and faces
It was a quiet March afternoon, the type that people wrote poems and drew paintings about. While it was still mostly winter, there were patches of tentative spring that shone through here and there. The sun still shone cold, though, and almost all who were out under it were wearing some kind of jacket to buff themselves against the chill.
Everyone except for Jordan, it seemed.
Windbreaker tied around his waist, he walked from the little half-burnt hut he performed his witchcraft in to the cauldron beneath to the forest around it, apparently in the sort of hurry that deep concentration brought when you were working on something.
Ianite sat nearby on the grass, crosslegged, quietly humming while she worked on adjusting her bow string. Occasionally, she would turn to aim an arrow at a nearby tree, always neatly hitting the mark but frowning to herself to return to her work. Every so often, she'd pause to watch Jordan work, simply observing, a strange expression on her face. Every so often, he'd glance over at her as if reminding himself that she was there.
It wasn't an uncomfortable silence that they shared, by any means, but after three or so hours Jordan finally sat down next to his goddess with a wordless sigh.
"Hello," said Ianite. "What are you working on?"
"Testing stuff in the Spirit Realm," said Jordan, mouth full of apple. "Turns out that things get real mad if I try to get things over there, but I think I've found a workaround. What about you?"
"Oh, I'm just tuning my bow," said Ianite, nocking an arrow for demonstration. When she released it, it flew straight across the clearing and knocked one of the skulls off of the witchery altar. Jordan winced, but didn't say anything.
"Is something wrong?" asked Ianite after a little bit.
"Oh," said Jordan, shaking himself out of his thoughts. "No. I mean, uh, the skulls are kind of important for upgrading the power the altar can consume but I think you just knocked one off, I can always place it back later. It's not a big deal."
"I didn't even realize that," said Ianite, surprised and a little bit guilty. "I wasn't talking about that. Sorry, though."
"You're good," said Jordan. "Apart from that, though, no, nothing's going on. Unless you had something to say?"
Ianite looked over at him, expression unreadable but oddly piercing nonetheless. "While you were working, you kept looking over at me like you were surprised to see me there."
"Oh, that," said Jordan, leaning back against a tree trunk with a small sigh. "Not surprised to see you. It's more like... I don't know. I guess I'm just not very used to this."
"This?"
"As in, you being actually, like, here and stuff." He swallowed his chunk of apple and continued, waving a hand around awkwardly. "All casually and stuff."
Ianite nodded. "That's not a bad thing, right?" she asked, somewhat anxiously. "It's been a while since I've actually been around people. I hope I'm not messing it up."
"No, no," said Jordan, surprised. "You're doing great. I'm sure it's just a me thing. I don't think either of us are really used to each other yet."
Ianite nodded thoughtfully. "That would be it. In my dreams, I was always seeing through the eyes of my other selves, and they were all different from me in temperament and the like. Was I- was your Ianite different?"
Jordan paused for a moment in thought before nodding. "Yeah. She was more... distant, I guess. No offense, by the way," he added quickly. "I haven't talked with this world's Mianite or Dianite, but they were detached too. Less like people and more like how you'd think gods would act."
Ianite nodded, momentarily focused on whittling at her bow. It was quiet for a little longer. Small clouds chased each other across the sun, the earth below constantly dappled with ever-shifting shadow.
"It's strange to hear that coming from you," she said eventually, carefully setting her bow and knife in front of her. "But it does make sense."
Jordan paused for a minute, confused. "Me as in Spark?"
Ianite sighed. "Yes. I have to keep reminding myself that you're not him."
Jordan nodded. "I'm definitely not. I'd never wear green sunglasses. With this outfit?" he asked, jokingly scandalized. "I'd make everybody's eyes hurt just by looking at me."
Ianite squinted at him. "I vaguely remember you wearing basketball shorts in the other world."
"We do not talk about the basketball shorts."
Ianite laughed, a clear laugh, one that sounded like mission bells and high notes sung by church choirs to Jordan. "You have the same sense of humor too," she said. "And the same messy hair."
"Is it alright if I ask you a question, my lady?"
"Of course."
"What's Spark like? Or what was he like, I guess? Is that an okay thing for me to ask you?"
Ianite nodded. "Yes. It's just a bit of a difficult question for me to answer for... a couple of reasons." She sighed. "He was older, for one, by maybe half a decade. And quieter. Far quieter. He used to go off for hours on these tangents about the things he'd read and what he thought of them." She smiled softly in remembrance. "Spark was a brilliant tactician." Ianite glanced over at Jordan. "He also did most of the wiring in the castle. I guess that's one thing that hasn't changed."
Jordan nodded, and she continued. "You're both very stubborn when it comes to the ones close to you, though. And gentle. I remember once he came home sopping wet in the middle of the night holding a stray kitten he'd found and announced that he'd named it Biggs."
"Aw."
"Mhm. It was a sweet little thing."
Jordan tossed the apple core aside on the grass. "He sounds like someone I'd get along with, if it's not weird to get along with yourself," he said. "I can tell you loved him a lot."
Ianite nodded. "I did. I still do, in fact."
"Tucker keeps pressuring me to try and go out with you, m'lady," said Jordan with a sigh. "Especially ever since he figured out that this universe's version of me ended up getting with you. It feels wrong to me, though. I can't really explain it."
Ianite tilted her head to one side in slight contemplation. "I think I understand," she said after a moment. "And I think that I agree with you. I don't know if Spark is dead, after all. I'd like to at least wait until then to do anything."
Jordan nodded. "That makes sense," he said. "I think I'm good for now, though. No offense."
"None taken."
The two sat there for a few more minutes, simply drinking in the weak spring sunshine. Jordan stood, stretched, and pulled his windbreaker back on.
Ianite's communicator beeped, and she glanced over at it. "Oh!" she said happily. "Sonja's invited me over to bake with her."
"Ooh," said Jordan. "When?"
"Now," said Ianite, picking up her bow and knife and putting the knife into its sheath at her waist.
"Ah," said Jordan. "Until next time, then, my lady. Safe travels."
"Thank you," said Ianite with a smile. "You too."
And with that, she was gone.
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So I've started a....project if you will.
I'm calling it "Dungeons and Crafters" and it's basically DnD + the greater mcyt universe.
Have some lore
DreamXD is a deity that serves Lady Ianite. He is a defender of The End, and is supposed to enforce ideals that keep the Balance.
However, over time, DreamXD grew more and more powerhungry. With Ianite's presence in the Overworld dimming as she takes time to recover her abilities, DreamXD started to make his move.
He trapped the souls of his fellow Defenders, PVP of the Overworld and HD of the Nether into mortal frames, locking away their powers and their memories.
He created a "Dreamon", and bound it to a wooden mask, enchanting the mask so that the creature was bound to it, but would be able to possess any who wore the mask. He also gave the mask Constitution and Charisma boosting effects, so that nobody would want to take it off.
He then went and found his Champion, a human training in the way of the sword. He convinced the boy to serve him as his Paladin, and the man took an Oath of Conquest, taking on the new monicker "[[DREAM]]" to spread his mission in XD's name.
When the man was in a duel against a group that wanted to split away from the newly named "Dreamlands", XD guided Dream's arrow to kill the blonde nuisance.
When the Eggpire was possessing people across the country, XD ensured that Dream did not come near any of its twisting red vines.
And when Dream was locked up for his actions, XD ensured that the Warden did not remove his mask. Only two people could take that mask off, and they would never want to, so long as the Dreamon was subtle enough.
But during the jailbreak…it wasn't. The Dreamon spoke of its intent to get back to the path it had been on before he had been arrested, and the Fairy known as GeorgeNotFound realized that something was wrong with his friend. The fae managed to take the mask off, and XD's connection to Dream broke.
Realizing he would need to act quickly, XD warped to their area, grabbed ahold of the fairy, forcing him into a coma, and teleported out into the void, using his magic to keep the brunette alive.
He waited two weeks, long enough to be sure that no one could find them, and after feeling a sudden surge of Iante-esque power, woke George, and began trying to convince him to wear the mask.
George held out long enough for the source of the Ianite-surge to arrive. A man known as CaptainSparklez, a true Champion of Ianite. The presence of the Champion was enough to help George awaken the soul-shards of HD, and with his newly remembered powers, nearly defeated XD.
However, XD realized that the duel would only end with his death, and he teleported away. He knew he didn't have much time before the Captain and HD chased him down, so he instead used the trick he had picked up by watching the being known as Karl Jacobs, and escaped into the past.
He ended up forming a group of followers that he decided to name The Watchers. While leader of the Watchers, he took people who enjoyed messing with others, and who were always seeking the next plot twist, and warped them into something more.
For a while, there were two XDs running around the world. The one who served Ianite, and the one who sought to destroy her. For the most part anything was fine. And then, XD brought about his own downfall.
His fatal mistake? Taking a human trickster named Xelqua.
Xelqua would realize the true purpose of The Watchers, to bring XD enough power that he could overthrow Ianite during her weakness. He was able to contact her Champion, a man named CaptainSparklez, and with the aide of the man and his friends, they killed XD five years before his former self had leapt into the past, triggering a power boost in the "younger", and setting him on his path of seeking out power.
When he left for the past again, his abilities had nowhere else to go. And so, they sought out the one who had defeated him five years ago, settling into the form of Xelqua. Or, as he was calling himself nowadays, Grian.
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I'm going to go BRRRRRRR for a quick second because of a stupid ragnamod and sun guardian jokes that literally didn't mean anything to anyone but mean enough to me to make this
MIANITE GODS AREN'T THE ONLY ONES!!
Yes, the world's are ancient and the filled with Gods and entities that sadly have been forgotten over time. It's uncommon to meet a worshiper that doesn't follow one of the sibling Gods but it's positive
A small village hidden away on a mushroom island housed a very rare religion.
Void worshiping.
Lady Void is a mischievous, hungry and powerful entity. It was compared to a siren because of its influence over any and all living creatures.
The call of the Void.
Was considered to be the entity reaching out and taunting its followers to join her. Anyone who followed the call of the void ended up giving their life away to her, feeding her.
Void is ruthless and it's everywhere: lava lakes in the nether; the sky; the ocean; even the mind itself housed void according to worshipers. That's why it was worshiped back then, unfortunately fear destroyed everything. Worshiping the Sun or the Moon was less lethal. (but the goddess of Death exists and no one bats an eye.. SOCIETY)
Many other religions developed explanations for the phenomenon. One of the most widely accepted one is: Ianite, though a keeper of the End, was placed in charge of the ocean to keep the Void at bay. Mortals believed the darkness of the ocean was the void spilling out into the overworld from old forgotten end portals trapped deep bellow surface level.
Void song.
Pete was born with an ability to hear the Void. His family believed it was just a child's imagination being too reactive to the worship around him. But he was on the same soul wave as the Void itself. It's an extremely rare phenomenon to be born on the same soul wave as a deity. Such mortals always went on to become the right hand of the deity and was valued as a bride between the God and the mortals.
Void worshiping is such an old practice even Void itself gave up on trying to reach anyone herself, she just sang and sang her endless sad song calling anything that could hear her to come merge with her, to feed her.
She sung beautifully, truly a siren but Pete never had the urge to follow. Until she realized she had an audience.
For millennia she wasn't able to connect with her worshipers, fearmongering and deliberate erasure destroyed her presence as a Goddess. Without power of the rituals and offerings she was reduced to just an entity. Her worshipers carried on what was left of the religion, not enough to nurture Void back to its glory but enough to keep her a sentient being.
Her first intent with Pete was to guide him to her, to the End and consume him. But Pete never understood her call. Only enjoyed the melody of her voice. A language barrier stopped her mischievous hunger. Instead her mission became to restore the language and traditions of the past, to nurture herself back to glory.
That's why Pete hears voices and most importantly singing, he's being guided, taught a language. Sometimes he gets visions of the sea, she wants him to find a specific abandoned End portal, one that used to lead to her humble temple. Sometimes he gets an urge to do a little ritual his mother taught him, but change a few things, mix up the order of the steps just for fun. He's having fun with his personal traditions not exactly wanting to have his identity wrap around them nor sharing with anyone. His only audience is Sparklez. The demigod was fascinated by traditions and cultures of the Gods and other creatures. Captain was the only one who got to unknowingly witness and experience the true Void worshiping, guided by the Lady Void itself through Petezahhutt.
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