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tothesolarium · 4 years
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Their name is “Fellow” and they’re quite angry all the time - less they’re in water. Than Fellow is pretty chill. I painted them for the @lunarcaravan , tho I never got around to writing and illustrating the full story;; whoops
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lunarcaravan · 4 years
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An Open Invitation
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Dear Xir (The persons reading this circular) Have you a Destination you crave to Arrive to? Do you have a trade to ply in the daylit world? Do you wish to tread on the Surface of The Moon? Do you have A Dream? We gather in Tephra Square - ask to see The Merchant or Armada for inquiries Do Not Delay!
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everdrowning · 4 years
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Name - Darkpool
Gender- male
Race- "human"
Appearance- black shoulder length hair, bright blue eyes, scars, wears dark clothing.
Status- warrior, traveler
General info- Darkpool doesn't remember how he arrived in this world of the lunar caravan. He knows he is a traveler, and shadows of hidden power haunt his wake. He is tired. He has a bit of amnesia.
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vhscrow · 4 years
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my first time posting art on tumblr in a while, but hey! this is our character for @lunarcaravan , Phosphor! he’s an adventurer with a love of writing and telling stories about his travels. his head is a bottle that emits incense smoke whenever you drop stick incense in it, and the incense can be removed and swapped out for different scents (usually its sandalwood, though).
the image is transparent!
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crystalgard · 4 years
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After seeing the @lunarcaravan stuff @tothesolarium did I literally cannot get this character out of my head. I'm not one for drawing though so I'll try to do them justice with words.
Name: Foeler
Age: how rude to ask like that
Height: 4 foot even if I skip a little, but only a little. (3' 6")
Prounouns: They/Them/Doc
Appearence: Foeler has what would normally be the soft face of a child if not for thier large, entirely dark blue eyes and constant cheeky grin. They tie thier multicolored, feathery hair back to keep it out of thier face usually. They like to wear a simple cream blouse, green pants with far too many pockets, and an apron with a few more pockets. Usually they. are seen carrying a leather bag with them when out and about.
Story: Foeler is a Healer, and that's about as much as they'll tell you about that. They love new experiences, exotic foods, and meeting many interesting people. They want to join the caravan in order to find some more potent herbs and ingredients to combat some newer diseases from the forest the call home. If a patient is harmed enough that regular methods won't work, they can manipulate a golden light they refer to as "The Breath". Doing so makes Foeler very exhausted but, as they'd say, "it keeps you very alive". When not working, Foeler seems to be able to be everywhere and anywhere at once if it means having fun. From tasting and trying out new foods and recipes, to learning new skills, or arguing about the historical accuracy of certain swords with an almost personal knowledge, they are always enjoying something. Including the occasional nap in the sun.
Personal motto: "I'm alive to live and live to be alive!"
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thedreammerchant · 4 years
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There’s a wind rising
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solarcaravan · 3 years
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Solar Caravan 2021- Intro + Introductions
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Hello and welcome to Solar Caravan 2021. This year we are going to be doing it a little differently. Once a week I will release a prompt for the caravan to respond too. These prompts are to help us build a world together, and explore our characters. You can respond with any medium you prefer; art, writing, dance, song, crafts, or math if you can get that to work. Really whatever is comfortable. There will be a week between each prompt, but if it takes you longer to make your responses that is absolutely okay. You could join and respond whenever you want. Your character can truly be Anything. My only request is that you keep public works PG-13 and that your Character will find happiness. People go through tragedy, but at least here everyone can get the love and respect they deserve. Don’t be afraid to add to the world either! This is a flexible dream like place, a lot can exist within it. You can look to the previous years of the Solar Caravan or @lunarcaravan​ to get an idea of what we tend to go for. But I am always welcome to new ideas, and new mediums. 
Last Solar Caravan was led by my character named Argo. He is a shy magic user who spent most of his time in the Machine which leads the Caravan, or walking about trying not to draw attention to himself. In the Lore, the reason Argo started the Caravan was to “find someone” but that is all anyone really knew. The first Solar Caravan stopped when Argo was close to the end of his quest.
Now the Caravan has returned, and this time Argo is not alone. Nor is he the one leading. Instead you are greeted by an enthusiastic soul with long green hair and bright red eyes. 
First Impression
Within the Caravan you are going to meet a lot of people. So here is a chance to introduce your character(s) to the Caravan. What do you think is important that people know about your character, and what would your character want to be known? If you are one for art this would be a good time to draw their appearance. If you do not do that sort of thing, you could always create a mood board (so long you properly credit where the photos come from).
Now time to meet Argo’s lover, Ven. Ven is a beautiful humanoid that radiates magical energy. Greets his friends with a kiss on the cheek, and seems to be in love with a lot of folk. Ven’s fashion goes from flowing skirts and robes, to skin tight crop tops. At the dinner fires Ven will dance till he’s too tired to move. It is said Ven is as magical as his love, but it is a very different kind of magic. While Argo makes complex spells and intricate sigils to get Just the right spell. Ven’s magic is an extension of himself, and isn’t used much in day to day life. Other than the fact Ven is more static-y than others.   
Full Name: Ven Ali [Redacted]
Age: Considers himself a young adult, but most likely won't physically age again for another hundred years. 
Stars of Birth: The constellation of the traveling King was in the northern skies when he was born. It tells the tale of a king who abandoned his position to personally meet all of the people within his kingdom. The King died in the comfort of a stranger's home, and left a portion of all his wealth to each person he met. 
Element: Stuck between Air and Earth, thus storms. 
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(Art by me @tothesolarium)
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vanlifebot · 7 years
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@hashtagvanlife: RT @alanheath: #RV #SlideOut from @LunarCaravans 1st such mass produced #UK #camper. https://t.co/osoI82BDle #vanlife #motorhome @lippertproducts
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videoaction · 7 years
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Tweeted
If you are in the market for a great caravan check out @LunarCaravans they have some lovely kit. Oh wait no sorry it's shit. @Dogknob1 http://pic.twitter.com/PzY1pWaqsj
— Colin Hubbard (@Colin10971) August 29, 2017
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tothesolarium · 4 years
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A truly fabulous captain has joined the caravan. If you can get their attention I’m sure they would let you aboard
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tothesolarium · 4 years
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The “birds” has no name, but are far from any bird you know. These massive creatures fly above The Caravan offering rides and adventures to those who accept.
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tothesolarium · 4 years
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Page, another traveler for the Caravan - Speedpaint of the piece Here
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tothesolarium · 4 years
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Name: Duscha
Height: 5’2
Age: Appears to be a young adult?
Bio: Duscha takes the idea of being light hearted quite seriously. They think humor is the best counter to the harsh parts of the world. Easy to approach and to get along with. It would surprise people how quickly Duscha vanishes from conversation, or float away I should say. The happier Duscha gets, the less gravity works upon them. People won’t always notice when their clothes flutter, or that their feet are just barely off the ground. When they’re a couple feet up? That’s a different story.
 Duscha doesn’t want to change their float. They are joining the Caravan in search for the place where they can fear to soar. Until then! they keep a weight  attached to them at all times. 
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tothesolarium · 4 years
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Did a lil drawing of a fellow Traveler, Phosphor ( @vhscrow @antleredvessel ) !! I was going to draw him and Duscha but still only working with my left hand. Anywho’s! Hope you like it <3
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lunarcaravan · 4 years
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Welcome to the Lunar Caravan
Some of you may remember the Solar Caravan, and others may be new to Caravan life; so this is a round up! The Lunar Caravan is a collaborative story that we’re creating together. It’ll be based on a series of short fiction pieces and art that I’ll commission, along with fiction and art from you guys! Don’t forget to follow the #LunarCaravan2020 hashtag to stay in the loop.
Joining the Caravan
To join the Caravan all you have to do make a character to join it! There’s no limit on the type of creature or folk they can be; once you’ve got the kernel of the idea, write and/or draw about them with the #LunarCaravan2020. Once you do that you are a officially apart of the Caravan!
From there on out, you’re riding with us! Interact with the regular prompts and each other to work this story together! The aim is, as with the Solar Caravan, to be light hearted and respectful, so please keep that in mind and try and keep it PG-13. It’s like RP, but at a more relaxed, gentle pace. 
As with the last caravan, main plot points are arriving and departing from locations; of which there will be seven (and yes, we WILL be visiting the Moon as a final stop). The Leader of the Caravan is my traveller, and he will have a bio, just like everyone else; feel free to ask questions to spark your own thoughts! Even though I’ll be leading the charge on locations, please don’t think that you cannot create places in the world too - it’s a shared world, and we grow it together. I’ll post all lore, world building, updates and prompts to this tumblr, so don’t forget to follow! (And as ever, shoot a message or ask if you have any questions; there are no stupid ones)
So here we go! Let’s have fun!
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lunarcaravan · 4 years
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1.0 The Obsidian Sea
The rock gives way under the unrelenting path. The road, always at an angle, always rising, bears the weight of the Kaplan, the marvelous walking machine. There is the sound of talking, always, and shuffling. There is music, and some are skipping to the beat. One of the carts is open-topped with rorschach mummers performing a play in motion. For every viewer it depicts a different story. Is the duke ready to murder his nephew with a bloodstained dagger, or is that the love-sick teenager offering a bouquet to his darling prince? Or maybe it’s you.
A bridge, made of a single gargantuan piece of translucent crystal is wide enough for a house but still the caravan slows to cross. The Merchant lays a coin down with every step, each silver glinting in the candlelight. When someone trips and makes to fall, they find themselves back on their feet, or wind, or wheel, a single coin gone from the path. When you fell, who caught you? What did it cost?
Caravan, and all its’ oddities swim, and fly, and walk onwards, onto the first camping ground. The dome of the roof rises, and the floor is naught but a great disk, miles wide, of obsidian. Bones can be seen under its perfect surface; fossils not just from the past and the future but the pasts and futures that never were. What did you see under the black mirror’d surface?
A cart, with a great flower on it, pulls into the centre of the ring that the caravan forms. The flower blossoms and reveals a huge flame made of petals, roiling hot. Vines, each carrying a single flame, snake their way towards the waiting tents, eager for pots and pans and cauldrons of soup. The Merchant moves from campfire to campfire, giving every person a little jar of rich spices and strange herbs. What did you eat? Who did you eat with?
The mummers dance around the fire; each casting a shadow onto the ring of canvas and wood. Those not with instruments clap, and cheer, and somewhere a door opens. Hands carry barrels full of sweet wine and rough ale. Mugs are filled, and more people take to the dance. Did you dance? Did you sing, or drink?
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