#prophet mesa

[phosphorus-noodles]

I really, really hope Lizzie's poem is prophetic.

Looking at her first task again:

You’re mesa-in up my mind, With your fabulous behind.

... it's pretty self explanatory. She was insane about her husband, and Joel looked great. There's nothing else to be said here.

You won me a bone,  I’ll never leave you alone.

And she never did. Those married people, bless them, they stuck together :(

I hope you stay alive, And also thrive.

This one. This one gets me.

Because if Joel wins? Think of how incredible this would be.

His wife's wish, perhaps her dying one as well, was that her husband would stay alive, and thrive, in that death game.

Don’t forget to shift, When ur near a rift.

And finally... of course. Lizzie forgot to shift at the edge of a rift, and now... well. It didn't end well for her.

Lizzie's poem always felt a little unfinished to me, like she wouldn't be around to see it through to the end. And now that she's gone? And her husband has sworn to win the series for her?

I really hope something comes of this poem, is all I'm saying.

#please please please #i've been thinking abt this poem since it was said #3/4 so far baby cmon joel i believe #pho.posts #secret life #secret life smp #trafficblr #ldshadowlady #smallishbeans #jizzie #life series

[doodleshrimps]

How would lady justice interact with tumble town?

(SORRY FOR THE LATE ANSWER) Lady Justice appears at first when the town needs a Sheriff and she sends the hat to the one she chose The Sheriff comunicates with the Goddess by either praying or in prophetic dreams.

She can appear physically only in holy places of her religion (such as temples,,sacred lands, churches, any place to worship her) ,otherwise she would send a messanger/sign of her intervention (like the presence of specific animals)

Another way she communicates with her believers, during the night, a star can be seen only in the mesa where her followers live, if the star shines brightly even during cloudy nights, it means that fortune will come, otherwise if the star doesn't shines even during a clear sky, misfortune will soon be near

#empires smp #empires smp au #lady justice #tumble town

[wernerherzogshave]

They Expect Sequels, Bobby, Not Heartfelt Introspection

There are so many sunsets we're missing, babe. I can't go,

I have rheumatism. My guns are all rusted. Shootout at OK Corral? Now?

James is a prophet of the eastern people, money in his coat pockets but he swears he's not the hypocrite his buried father was.

Harriet is counting headstones at night, different towns, on the run again (always).

Simon never calls & never writes. I miss him the most. There are so many sunsets, all the time. I'd give my arm to share a few of them with Simon. Riding into

a sunset, saying good- bye but not in any sad, mournful way. . . .

Imagine a universe where people keep their promises. Imagine a universe where nobody hates anybody. I wouldn't hate my own guts in a universe like that.

The sky's making my eyes water. I'm a ghost in dark hallways; the mesa's covering itself in shadows now; I think about all the people I'm still in love with.

#poetry #writerscreed #poeticstories #twcpoetry #poetryportal #poetrycommunity #abstractcommunity #poetblr #writeblr #spilled ink #original poetry

[insomniaruler]

~The poppy bound lovers~

“Mr Scott! Mr Scott!” Looking around scott, king of the colour kingdom saw cindy. A young child of a painter. “Yes Cindy, what can I do for you today?” He asked slowing to the child’s speed. “Can you tell me a story? My sister said you have the best stories!” Cindy said, leading Scott into the town square. “Well I wouldn’t say I’m the best, you should hear professor Riffs once you get him ranting.” Scott laughed and shook his head at the thought of the last Empires meeting when Pix started ranting about ancient Mezealian architecture.

“We’ll my mom won’t let me go past Stratos alone so you’re my best option.” Cindy huffed. “Okay okay, go grab your friends because they’ll be along soon and want me to restart.” Scott said taking a seat by the fountain. “Okay!” She was missing both front teeth.

“Okay mr Scott what’s the story?” Cindy asked. She sat in a semi circle with at least a quarter of the kids in Chromia. “Yeah!” Another kid piped up. “Alrighty. Have any of you heard the story of the poppy bound lovers?” “No! Tell us! Tell us!”

“Well this is a story my aunt told me when I was your age.”

“There once were two men, they met twice in two lives. The first was a game, a game of death. The two men found each other the first day And swore to stick together. the careful one fell in love first, He loved the other’s kindness and clumsiness. But the brash one fell deep, he adored the other’s skill and cunning. Together they had many adventures and eventually they got married by the pond in their sanctuary and the bold one gave the other a poppy.” Scott said. The kids were so engrossed in the story they didn’t notice when a person drifted into Chromia and then hid behind a wall. “But sadly it was a game of life and death, so when they got threatened by a mad king they fled to their allies in the desert. There the brash one faught to his last arrow before he was killed. The careful one driven by sheer grief hunted down and almost killed the mad king himself for the murder of his husband.” Scott said.

“The second life was a better one but they got off to a rough start. The careful one had been born an elf.” All the kid’s ooo’d, the elves had been declared extinct 100 years back. “The bold one was ocean folk” again the kids ooo’d, it made sense the ocean empire had been said to have sunk into the ocean when the rapture came knocking. “who decided to settle a salt water marsh. They were on opposite sides of many wars having chosen differing allies. The brash one had many friends but not many allies, but the ones he did have were strong. The queen of the ocean, the construct king of the mesa, and the prophet of death who was king of the desert. The careful one chose many allies, a great wizard, a count blessed by the dragons, a slightly madder king and the warrior queen.” The kids ooo’d again.

“But the careful one still needed resources so he sent a trade to the brash one. A order of wool and string for slime but the special thing was the careful one sent a poppy with the wool. But they kept fighting against each other. The madder king broke his alliances and allied with a demon to rule the world. So he kidnapped the careful one and the wizard. The brash one was enemies with the other king so he came to gloat but found the two as prisoners instead. He released them and the careful one asked him out on a date.” The kids awe’d. “They kept talking and seeing each other, until the brash one sparked a world ending cataclysm. The careful one died fighting the demon who took control of the madder kings mind. The brash one is said to be still alive or at least be wandering this plane searching for his lost lover.” Scott said waving his hands.

“Now it’s unknown if they got married in that life but what is known that in every universe they fell in love in that a great death will strike down the one who gave the other poppies first.” Scott finished the story and sat his hat back on his head. The kids got up and thanked him and then went back to doing what ever they were doing, except for Cindy. Scott saw her dash towards an alley that definitely wasn’t in the direction of her father’s shop. On a whim (and totally not avoiding doing the work he should be doing) he followed her.

“Are you okay?” She was talking to someone. “‘m okay lil’ lady just a bad elytra crash.” Scott’s stomach dropped, it was the sheriff. He could never explain it but when he saw the sheriff he got butterflies in his stomach. And by all means Scott could appreciate a nice looking man, and the sheriff was a really good looking guy. But it wasn’t just his looks something about him made Scott feel topsy turvey. He zoned back into the conversation between the sheriff and Cindy.

“Your missing a tooth too!” Cindy exclaimed. “Tha’s right, but your’s will be back I lost this one in a fist figh’ with some bandits in town. It was me and one bandit left I had gotten rid of his bow he had gotten rid of my sword so it was a fis’ fight to the last.” He explained chuckling as she stared in awe at him. “I want your job!” She said finally. “Well you’ll have to ask y’ mom and pops.” The sheriff said and ruffled her hair. Scott ducked behind the wall, blushing a deep crimson.

Pt. 2:

#empires smp #empires s2 #flower husbands #warm up fic #first fic for empires 🎉

[tobiasdrake]

Nope. No. We're not doing that. It's time to delve into the secrets of the Music Box.

Holy shit, the first Blue Robe? Are they even alive? I have so many questions for them. Like. What's with the blue robes? Why is that a thing? Do you know how searing on the eyes all of this blue eventually becomes when you've lived here for weeks? Why are there--

...

How does it feel to be a jackass who withholds critical information?

Wait, you've been holding onto that grudge this whole time!?

Oh, fuck me. I insulted your shop and I got offended when you wanted to wear a cool hat like mine. It's me. Hi. I'm the problem. It's me.

They say that if you meet one asshole, that just means you met one asshole. But if everyone meet is an asshole then you might be the asshole. And I sure have met a lot of assholes... Uggggggggh I hate facing down the consequences of my mistakes and having to grow as a person.

This is why I've never had any friends before you guys. ._. I get it now.

"Civilization" might be a bit of a stretch given that the Ovates couldn't give them sentience. But ChatGPT did safeguard the entrance to the Sea of Stars and police who comes and goes from our world.

And we have Khukharr to thank for that. The joint project of the Ovates and TIA, he was designed for the specific purpose of hoisting Mesa Island high above the waves when the prophesized flood came. Presumably he's still down there now. Uh. Sleeping, probably.

It's interesting to me that you're apparently the only Blue Robe who knows all of this. As if you, and you alone, were present for it. I mean, Artificer's old enough to have been there too but Prophet explicitly said you, not him, were the first of the order. So I guess he hadn't come along to pitch in yet.

Level with me, Shopkeep; Are you Muse?

Makes sense. They hit the cloud giants first since ChatGPT was guarding their entry point. Luana's crew did the same thing to Aephorul's Guardian when they began their siege of Otherworld.

Okay, so you're not Muse, then. Glad we got that clarified.

...maybe. ≖_≖

And it went super well? He beat the Demon King's ass because Demon King ain't got shit and then went home to brag about it? And we all lived happily ever after?

Hold the fuck up

I thought the cycle was about us. Nobody's ever killed Demon King before so I thought... I thought that mattered, you know? I thought they reigned supreme and the curse keeps us repeating the same events over and over.

But it's them? They get to spring back to life every so often regardless of how many we kill? So even Demon King is just off waiting to respawn?

Ugh. That really takes the wind out of my sails. It took divine intervention to slay the Dweller of Strife after the Four Chucklefucks died and stopped weakening it. I hate the idea that this thing can return to life.

So the demons are immortal as long as the music box continues to play, and the music box will continue to play so long as Phantom is imprisoned and mind-controlled within it.

And that's the Scroll. The one that "You must carry to the highest peak" so that it can summon the Tower of Time.

This is all coming together.

#the messenger #drake plays the messenger

[thcdora]

         𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻    .    yeah   ,   i’m   a   false   prophet   ,   but   you                                   believed   me   ,   so   whose   fault   is   it   that                                   we’re   in   this   mess   ,   really   ?              𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯    .    desmond  !

não   se   considerava   uma   pessoa   ingênua   ,   nah   .   talvez   fosse   apenas   burra   mesmo   e   tal   ideia   a   faz   bufar   alto   ,   expondo   sem   pudores   a   sua   infelicidade   .   oras   ,   até   certo   ponto   acreditou   no   filho   de   poseidon   !            ❝         agora   a   culpa   é   minha   ?         suas   palavras   ecoam   como   um   grito   silencioso   —   estava   estampado   em   seu   rosto   a   sua   vontade   de   gritar   e   a   intensidade   se   escondia   por   trás   de   cada   sílaba   que   é   obrigada   a   sussurrar   para   não   atrair   nenhuma   companhia   indesejável   no   caminho   de   volta   à   festa   .            ❝         sinceramente   ,   desmond   !   você   veio   com   o   papo   de   ganhar   qualquer   tipo   de   jogo   e   depois   fez   corpo   mole   !            acusação   forte   quando   se   tratava   de   um  mísero   jogo   de   par   ou   ímpar    ,   mas   não   era   tão   simples   assim   ,   uma   vez   que   fora   ele   que   decidiu   que   eles   haviam   sido   os   sortudos   que   deveriam   cruzar   o   acampamento   em   segredo   em   busca   de   mais   petiscos   para   rechear   a   mesa   que   ,   naquela   altura   do   campeonato   ,   já   estava   quase   vazia   .   maldita   hora   que   comentou   sobre   as   guloseimas   que   sabia   que   estavam   guardadas   no   chalé   de   ares   .         ❝         você   que   disse   para   eu   jogar   dois   ,   que   tinha   ouvido   os   planos   deles   e   a   gente   ia   ganhar   .         quanto   mais   reclamava   ,   mais   percebia   que   ele   não   errara   em   seu   posicionamento   ,   mas   não   era   como   se   ela   fosse   admitir   !         ❝         acho   que   você   tem   um   caso   sério   de   discalculia   .         naquele   ponto   mais   resmungava   para   si   mesma   ,   apenas   para   tentar provar   o   seu   ponto   .    respira   fundo   uma   ,   duas   vezes   .   não   estava   sequer   irritada   ,   quiçá   apenas   indignada   e   com   um   pouco   de   medo   de   serem   pegos   pelas   harpias   ,   ou   pior   .         ❝         caramba   ,   eu   fui   idiota   mesmo   …   desde   quando   jock   sabe   contar   ?         nega   sutilmente   com   a   cabeça   ,   os   lábios   pressionados   para   conter   um   riso   suave   .   

#౨ৎ 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 ? ⠀ ⠀ 𓂃 ⠀ ⠀ narrative . #౨ৎ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 ⠀ ⠀ 𓂃 ⠀ ⠀ desmond .

[koro-is-caffeinated]

Hello, all. I have been reminded of the JOYS of ask blogs, and I do have 80 or so ocs lying around that the likes of you have yet to experience..... There wouldn't be visuals, I haven't got the time nor energy for that, but... As a way to introduce you to my original characters, I bring you an opportunity. You may ask anything to my ocs, anything at all. Not all will be available, but there are some I'm particularly curious as to what your impression of them is.

So, here are your options:

Story 1: Machinations. In this universe, humanity is long dead. Their shadows live on after them using the knowledge collected of their lives attached to humans, creating deathless robotic vessels for their consciousness on a scorched, crumbling earth devoid of most life. Hordes of brainless vessels with no continuum of their own travel on foot to swarm the tower of their former prince by the mesa shore. I have a whole document typed up for the lore of this story, so if you're interested, throw me an ask or a dm!

Characters available in Machinations to talk to:

Overclock: A shadow man with many secrets about the dwellings and doings of his human years. He's now a gruff and morally spineless bounty hunter, employed by an unknown individual to kill the very prince residing in the tower he stalks. He's basically against the horde to get to him first before the whole place topples down.

Noonwraith: When the rapture happened and humanity succumbed, the shadows of a mass grave became one, creating a singular, massive hivemind being called Noonwraith. Typically, they reside beneath the ocean or squished into the cracks of the Earth, but just for you, they are cooperating to speak to you. Friend of Overclock, they can remove pieces of themself to create smaller, easy-to-transport shadow beings in any shape. They're not very happy with society. Total emo. You can specify whether you'd like to speak to the hivemind or an active fragment in the world.

Seraph and Maven: Maven, a mere shadowling who's been lucky enough to escape death or persecution, and his "brother" Seraph are a package deal. Only problem is, Seraph is nothing like the world has seen before: a being of pure light in the shape of a child, who's been here since the rapture and is quite unimpressed with the fools among them. They never leave eachother's side and know EVERYBODY'S secrets, kinda just following Overclock around.

Dreamcast: The best friend of the Prince. At least, he used to be. A long time ago, he and the Prince were sent to the gallows to join the many robotic vessels. The Prince went into this new life joyously, whereas Dreamcast did not. He's resentful, horrified, and wasn't ready for the curse of immortality. He's still stuck in the tower, and not happy about it. He claims to have prophetic dreams.

Harbour: The prince himself. Figuring him out is a mystery. His motives, his life, everything. He's just a guy who doesn't see the wrong in plunging millions into immortality with no experience. One thing is for certain, he wants to keep Dreamcast around. But for what?

The Host: A robotic and definitely evil game show host residing on an island just offshore from the mesa! For sure my favorite character. He seems to have some unusual grasp on time... Nobody leaves the island unless he lets them, and yet, the bodies pile up. They all look so similar. His motivations and past are, well, unclear. The hordes sure do love him.

Player: The Host's favorite little plaything. Boy, do they have a history!

Story 2: Rendezvous. Follow the tale of a traveling punk band of Nymphs and humans alike. Drama within the band and within the area surrounding them are rich, and you might just uncover more characters to talk to as time goes on.

Chomps: Adoptive brother of Hora. He's the main character, a total stoner, and the band's drummer. He's a real tired dramaqueen that can hold a grudge, but he's got a good heart. He had a crush on the band's bass player a while ago, but that didn't go too well... He's also a Dark Nymph.

Hora: Little brother of Chomps and the official stagehand of the band. He's a shy 16 year old boy with a lot of issues and a pretty cloudy past. He was found by Chomps after fleeing his abusive parents, and now, after all this time, Chomps has full custody.

Kris: The bass player's asshole boyfriend, and the lead singer of the band. He's got some gripes with our main character. He's also the only human of the band. Good luck getting anything but complaints out of him.

Berry: The bass player and multitalented girlfriend of Kris. She's a Dark Nymph. She's got a lot of insight on the town, workings of the band, and where they've been. She's the backbone of the band and the designated driver. Responsible!

Carlotta: Hora's girlfriend, responsible for helping Hora out of his shell. She's a Light Nymph, and the piano player. Her head can become any shape she wants, usually an orb. She's mostly mute, but typing is no issue.

And, of course, some unknowns you will meet later.

Story 3: Hyde Serum Fever. An estranged scientist working for an old hospital accidentally creates something awful, a serum capable of bringing a human's worst sins to life. She drinks the serum, and at once, she is contorted, horribly twisting into an abomination! Oh, no! Rather than creating a method to confront sin, she made the sins take over. Now, as separate ego states, the monster may take over her body at any time.

Characters for Hyde Serum Fever:

Dr. Suzanne Enfield: The aforementioned scientist, an exhausted and overworked woman. She's now living with the malicious actions and physical strain of harboring a Contort, aka the monster of sin. She's terribly sick with Serum Fever, and looking for a cure. Meanwhile, her Contort stirs trouble and she's left to run the Institution. The Institution is the hospital, reformed to treat and house Contorts and their hosts.

Pride Edwards: The Contort of Suzanne, the embodiment of Pride. Due to the sheer concentration of serum that Suzanne consumed, he is hardly human. He's not only the main character, but the villain. He's a twisted abomination with no regard for anybody but himself. He peddles the serum as a drug in order to spread the Contorts. Truly a twisted, sadistic fellow. He has some interesting powers

Wrath: A Contort suffering from a condition called Inner Rot, where the physical damage done by contortion causes his insides to rot, essentially killing the human part of him and keeping him trapped as a Contort. He's got a huge temper, but a soft spot for Pride. His actions can be fiery, but all things considered, he's anything but evil.

Fritz: The embodiment of Envy, also suffering Inner Rot. They are nosy, and probably the worst enemy of Pride. Their screams and whines echo through the Institution. Often throwing tantrums and complaining about not having what other have, oddly, they refuse help, and make their own life miserable. They snoop around and know a lot of secrets, especially about Pride.

Blair: The embodiment of Lust. There's a human in there, somewhere. Living their life as a drag Queen, they cause minor problems throughout the Institution and lurk in the shadows at night... They're mostly just horny.

Fredrickson: The director and financial guardian of the entire Institution operation. They're an older man with some old fashioned ideas, and a penchant for dancing with Suzanne. They handle keeping the patients and Contorts healthy. They've seen firsthand some of Pride's doings.

Alright, and that's about it! Later on I might introduce more stories and characters. All asks and posts about this project will be put under the tag #Koro oc asks. I do hope people actually interact with this. It'll take a while to pick up the story, but for now, ask them anything.

#Koro oc asks #This is just a fun little side project #Nothing serious #I want to gain interaction though!! #I just like to infodump #Should I make a separate blog for this?? #Idfk #Machinations #rendezvous #Hyde serum fever #Asks game #Oc stuff #please interact #Ask blog

[empty-cryptid]

Encanto gameeee

2, 6, 10, 11

Thanks for the ask!! :D

2: Ice Cream!

I think there for sure would be some coffee ice cream.

The cheesy hot chocolate they make in Colombia might make a neat flavour.

Tres Leches cake would be great in vanilla ice cream. Merging any of their common desserts with ice cream would make delicious flavours. Arequipe comes to mind as a great flavour for ice cream too.

6: Favorite OC

I enjoy Rafael from ‘A Person to Call Home’. He’s funny, caring and devoted; A well rounded character and well thought out too.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2698339

I wanted to also add Elena from Prophetic Hijinks. She’s another funny, caring, and devoted character that’s well rounded. I love her and Bruno’s interactions.

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/prophetic-hijinks

I like a lot of OCs and don’t really have a favorite. You’re all so talented!

10: Bruno stubbed his toe.

“AY!” (Hopping around on one foot, trip on sandal and fall over) “WOAH! Oof!” (Glare at table) “Mierda estúpida mesa que te va a convertir en puta leña.“ (Muttering under breath) (Take deep breath, hold it, cross fingers, let out breath and stay laying flat on the floor) “I give up.” (Throw salt for good measure)

~I’ll probably turn this into a ficlet~

11: A song on Camilo’s playlist.

I think he would listen to The Offspring. This song comes to mind:

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEZRKgFIkxc&ab_channel=Jake

#ask #answered ask #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #encanto

[lacklusterhero747]

Building a Fabula World, Part 2b

Since the last post, I've had a chance to sit down with my players once again, and during the character creation process we were able to come up with a name for our Industrial Powerhouse nation: The Alumen Dominion. Suitably imposing, I think, and evocative of the sort of uneasy relationship many cultures might have to this forward thinking but entirely self centered young upstart of a nation.

And, coincidentally, as far as a cursory google can tell me Alumen translates from Latin as "Bitter Salt" which I just find sort of amusing and perhaps a little prescriptive as to how I ought to play that faction when the time comes.

Regardless, continuing on from where we left off with the previous nations my players and I created, here are a few more:

The Zlota Sovereignty - Provided by Dustin

The Sovereignty considers itself to be a polite society. One with a strict code of laws and regulations, organized along moral lines. In truth, it is a theocracy, dedicated to a religion know to the world as The Golden Path. Rising out of the southern deserts--known for their painted mesas, cacti, scrub trees, and sage brush seas--the people of the Sovereignty consider themselves to be the salt of the earth. Hardworking and friendly, but forged by the hardships of their home environment into the sort of folk who bend, but never break. The nation is built upon a fundamental hierarchy into which people are slotted based on their level of closeness and access to the Divine. Nonbelievers are forced to remain at the bottom, toiling for the sake of the nation, while the higher and higher echelons benefit from the flow of tithe (both in terms of coin and labor) upwards towards the highest heights of belief. The highest office of the land is "The Golden Prophet", followed by "The Brotherhood of the Light" which is composed primarily of the clergy and particularly devout believers, then the "The Seekers of the Light" who make up the majority of those who have been properly inducted into the religion. Finally, the lowest rung are the "Tarnished": Those who do not believe, or have been cast out for their sins. Politically, The Zlota Sovereignty considers itself to be neutral, but has a sort of unspoken imperialist leaning: they expand by spreading their religion and then moving to offer aid and defense to their new converts, though they insist their nation has no standing army. Instead, The Golden Path is capable of conjuring powerful entities that embody moral strengths within the tenants of the religion--Unity, Tenacity, Righteousness, etc.--and these so called fragments of divinity attract to their banners Militant brotherhoods of volunteer fighters that the church claims are driven by belief and are "beyond government control".

For Classes we decided that the Sovereignty ought to have a high number of Spiritists (healer/white mage types) and Orators.

Sentoki, The City of Guilds - Provided by Kat

Built high in the mountains, the city of guilds seems like a ramshackle collection of shapes and color trying desperately to claw it's way up the face of the volcano--called Tulivuori--around which it is built. Diverse architectural styles and monuments to artistic expression blend together into a patchwork quilt of conflicting utility and whimsy. Artisans control Sentoki, and rather than having conventional elections, the guilds compete with one another every seven years for the controlling seat of the city's ruling council, testing the products of their crafts against one another in a grand, Carnival like fair. It should be noted that the Culinary guild has won the competition for the High Seat in the last four competitions running... and some are beginning to suspect that they might be cheating, though nothing has been proven. Politically, The City of Guilds is neutral towards other nations, in much the same way that Switzerland is viewed as neutral in our world. It is a strong attraction point for the wealthy and powerful. A place to hide their fortunes or to invest them in vanity projects for their own gratification. Additionally, the actively volcanic environment provides the city with an abundance of luxurious hot springs--in which dwell their uniquely peculiar mounts in the form of giant capybara--and makes it one of the few places in the world where magical metals can be easily melted or forged. Warriors who hail from this city state, such as they are, are often associated with a particular guild, and wield oversized implements of their craft--giant paintbrushes, oversized scissors, comically large sledges and so on--in battle as either weapons or magical foci.

In the end, we decided that Sentoki also held a strong place for the Tinkerer Class, as well as Dancers, Chanters (Bards), and Symbolists (a class that casts magic through art) from the play test materials.

As you can see, some nations received more weight than others in our collaboration, but such is the nature of constructing a world from scratch via discussion. Sentoki emerged as a means to add some much needed levity to our rapidly darkening setting while Zlota quickly became the nation that we all piled onto, yes-anding this darkly sinister religious state until it emerged as what you saw above.

I also find it deeply amusing how The Sovereignty quickly gained this noteworthy association with Gold and its underclass of nonbelievers became known as the tarnished, knowing as I do full well that the player that suggested it has not now, nor will they ever play Elden Ring. And of course, similarly, I have to give credit where credit is due to Friends at the Table for the idea of Divines as an enigmatic, powerful force I could bring to bear in our setting. Religion embodied in entities named for single word concepts.

Regardless, at the end of the last post it might well have seemed that The Alumen Dominion were being set up to be the villains of our story, and they still might have a role to play... But with the amount of thought my players put into The Zlota Sovereignty--their eagerness to see them as villains from their very conception--I think we have a very strong contender for our true arch foes.

#role playing games #fabula ultima #world building #ttrpg #jrpg #play to find out what happens

[vigilantdesert]

❛  are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own?  ❜ Daruk

Just Fuck me up Fam - Accepting

"Don't worry about me, Daruk. Not the worst situation I've been in - not even the worst I've done to myself."

The trials to activate the Divine Beasts were no joke. She hadn't been one much for sand seal racing until she was told it was one of the prophesied challenges. Awfully convenient, that she couldn't rely on her sword alone... She had still muscled her way through it, with the help of the oldest, bluntest seal they could find (Urbosa was a good sight taller than even many Gerudo, which was part of her problem with the sport. Most seals were too low to carry her at her center of gravity, so it was better to sacrifice speed for safety this go around).

No sooner had she internally complained about not using her weaponry than the next challenge was given - whatever soothsayer the Sheikah had working for them, they were taking their sweet time telling them what to do... Urbosa kept her sarcasm quiet. Everyone was going their best, and exhausting though it may be, she must keep tot heir pace.

A molduking, though... She'd initially questioned the order. They were intensely rare. The last sighting anywhere in the desert, let alone in the east, had been three hundred years ago. Some Gerudo biologists speculated that the male of the species had gone the way of the male Gerudo - weakened, then disappeared entirely.

The prophet had at least been helpful with the location this time, and as the squad stood atop a mesa, looking over the carnage the Molduking was wreaking, Urbosa couldn't help but grin. She may be the chieftain, but she loved a challenge.

"Don't wait up for me!"

She grinned, pulling a block of wood from her pack to throw at her feet. She hopped on and sailed down the rocky face, headed straight for the enormous beast.

#queued #answered asks #npcharacters #Valor

[eldermillarmissionblog]

The Weekly Report--Loving Payson!

I apologize that my weekly emails have been less frequent lately. I will be better about that, and I am excited to tell you all about this last week. 

We had some awesome lessons this week. In particular, we were able to have a great discussion with our friend, Chris. We had a member from our local congregation there with us and we read all of 2 Nephi 31 with him which talks about the Doctrine of Jesus Christ (faith in Christ, repentance through His Atonement, baptism, receiving the Gift of the Holy Ghost, and enduring to the end). Currently, he is praying about baptism and seeking confirmation from the Spirit to know if this is the right decision for him. Please pray for him as he makes this big decision in his life.

We also had a great lesson with our other friend, Jeremy. Prior to the lesson we committed him to watch a talk by President Nelson, and when we asked him about it he said: "There is just something about him. When he speaks it just sticks." We definitely agree. If you are a looking for guidance, comfort, or just some uplifting, I would highly recommend listening to a talk by the prophet on the earth today, President Russell M. Nelson. If you want a specific suggestion, listen to one of his most recent talks about gaining spiritual momentum. It's amazing.

I cannot give specific details, but if you all could please pray for three people named Laura, Tony, and Landon. They are going through a very difficult time and could use your prayers.

Spiritual thought:

The highlight of my week was definitely attending the Mesa Arizona Temple. Due to COVID restrictions and difficulty getting the missionaries scheduled to go, I had not been to the temple since I went in San Antonio back in September of 2020. I recognize that is not so long ago; however, it felt like a very long time to me. I’ve yearned to enter again into the House of the Lord, participate in sacred ordinances, and feel close to my Savior. I went to the temple this week with a particular personal goal of strengthening my testimony of attending the House of the Lord. I did not see and angel or have a miraculous spiritual experience. However, I can testify to you that I felt the Holy Spirit within that holy edifice and left feeling empowered, strengthened, and uplifted. I know that temples are truly the House of God and as we ALWAYS live our lives in a way that we can worthily enter in, we will find great blessings and develop a deep and abiding connection with our Savior, Jesus Christ. I know He lives. Everything in the temple points to Him and His role as our Savior and Redeemer. I invite each of you, to always set your eyes on the temple. Even if you do not live close to a temple or cannot go as frequently as you would like, make temple worship one of your top priorities. For when our eyes are fixed on the temple, our eyes are truly fixed on the Savior Himself. Please prepare yourself and find everlasting peace through the ordinances of the temple. I testify of these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Love y'all! 

Elder Millar

[hamzamehmoodme]

Hazrat Musa as Ka Mojza | Moses Story | Prophet Moosa Firon Waqia | Snak...

#ilmkikitab #elamkikitab #ilamkikitab #hazrat musa #hazrat mesaka waqia #@snakes #snakes #mojza #moses story #prophet mesa #Firon #waqia #Qissa #Magicia #magic #latest waqia #ilm ki kitab

[bananasofthorns]

on gods and mortal perceptions

@hira-a asked me about the mortals in my god AU and...I don’t have much, but I do have this. I wrote these ages ago but I never actually posted them to tumblr, so here: the various godly emperors and how their citizens see them. (also disclaimer a few people are missing but that’s because I don’t watch their POVs to know enough about them)

Lizzie, god of power and the ocean, patron god of sailors and sea dwellers

Sailors pray to the Ocean Queen for safe passage through her lands. She is often kind to them, but the ocean’s temper is fierce and unpredictable. The beings in her kingdom are not human. She would stop the ocean’s tide to save the ones she cares about, but that power works in the opposite direction as well, and she could raze cities to the ground if she wished.

The citizens of the Ocean Empire know their queen is a goddess, and they respect and even revere her. She keeps them safe from the worst of the ocean's wrath, after all. They don't want to draw her ire.

Joel, god of death, chaos, solitude, and the mesa, known as the Mad King

No one lives in the god of death’s empire. Some say he killed his people and trapped their souls in his terracotta automatons; others say there were never any citizens to begin with. His empire is larger than life, sprawling with color, and it is empty. Some call him the Mad King of Mezalea. Most don’t dare speak his name in fear that his sword will come for them next.

Joel.....part of me wants to say that, once, at the very beginning, Mezalea had living citizens. Once, the god of death dared to have life populate his empire.

There are no longer any Mezalean citizens that aren't automatons.

Part of me wants to say that he trapped the souls of those early Mezalean citizens in his automatons and put empty masks of his own face upon their heads, damning them to an afterlife of servitude. Part of me says that is too cruel; another part asks if I really think it is beyond the god of death and chaos. 

The rest of me says he killed his citizens when the crawling feeling of life got too strong, and then he escorted them across the Ocean Empire to the god of life's empire, where they can freely enter the afterlife. Only those that wish to remain are placed into automatons, and any time they wish, he will release them to whatever comes after death.

Jimmy, god of cod, naivete, and the swamp, known as the Codfather

No one has ever seen the Codfather’s face, but the swamp is bright with the sound of his laughter. It is not the nicest place to live, and its people live in constant wariness of a war on the horizon, but they would go to the ends of the earth for their king. They are comforted by the thought that he would do the same for them.

Scott, god of isolation, winter, and the mountains

The elven king of Rivendell guards his mountains with icy protectiveness. His people pray to a deer statue and golden antlers; they do not know of the matching pair he keeps hidden away. He does not want to be worshipped. They say he has been here for eternity. He will be here for an eternity more, or at least until this world comes to an end.

Scott never outright says he's a god, nor does he ever do anything truly divine in front of his people (usually), but unlike Sausage, he also never tries to convince his people there's ever been more than one Rivendell king. He always is and always will be. Most Rivendell citizens are elves, anyway, so they're used to long lifespans; if the emperor seems to age slowly, or not at all, even for an elf? What does it matter?

Pixl, prophet, god of life, prosperity, and the desert

The god of life’s kingdom thrives in the desert. His people see him as a great man and nothing more, though some whisper of his preternatural ability to track and honor the deaths of his fellow rulers at his Vigil. He leaves them, one day. The conduit eyes of their kingdom keep watch over his people. He is not there, but the desert is still kind.

They welcome him home with warm, open arms.

There has always been something holy about Pixandria. It is an unspoken thing that their leader is more than mortal, but he is so human that it barely matters. The vigil needs a keeper, after all, and there is no one better for the job.

fWhip, the admin and creator of the world, god of destruction, corruption, and the plains

The Grimlands know their ruler loves them, and they know he is not mortal. The deepslate redstone corruption feels exactly like the warmth of his smile and the explosiveness of his weaponry. He could send this world and everything on it back into the fabric of the Universe. He would do anything to keep his people safe.

fWhip doesn't care, and all the Grimlands citizens know their ruler is a god. They know he's kind, usually, and that he cares about them.

Pearl, god of growth, strength, and forests, patron god of farmers

Farmers pray to the god of the Smallholding for healthy crops and bountiful harvest. On summer days, when the sunrises are golden, they hold festivals in her honor. Her symbol is a golden crescent moon with two folded wings; it can often be seen on necklaces worn by her citizens.

Gem, god of crystals, magic, and cliffs, patron god of wizards and scholars

Everybody knows the Wizard is not human. Her kingdom hums with magic; each of her citizens are learned in the arcane arts. A near-invisible wall of crystalline purple surrounds her lands in hopes that she can keep her people safe. There is a dragon egg beside her tower. No mortal is strong enough to protect that power.

Sausage, god of blood, ambition, and dark oak forests

The people of Mythland speak in secrets and rumors. Nobody knows their ruler’s true nature, but the city always smells of blood. Wolves and iron golems protect their gates, but they can do nothing about whatever odd magic saturates the land. 

The god of blood would never purposefully hurt his people, but sometimes he forgets that not everyone on this world sees it as a game.

Sausage doesn't try incredibly hard to hide the fact that he's a god, but he never says it. Don't ask, don't tell, and Mythlanders know the value of secrets. No one ever comments on the fact that all their emperors look the same and never age, but once or twice every century Sausage will fake his death and return as the "reincarnation" of the previous ruler. He's not good at secrets but again: Mythlanders know what isn't to be spoken aloud. Mythland and its king were here before them, and they will be here after them.

In the time between rulers, between Sausage's return, the blood sheep - with fragments of his own blessing within them - protect the empire.

#empires smp #mythicalsausage #ldshadowlady #smallishbeans #solidaritygaming #smajor1995 #i am not tagging all his names. fuck u scott smajor /lh #pixlriffs #fwhip #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #god au: in the form of stars #banana made a post

[tobiasdrake]

Back into the Underworld, the worst place on Mesa Island. Then we have unfinished business with the Demon King.

Hahaha, I know, right!? Prophet's poker face would be amazing if he didn't keep whispering to himself about his cards at a volume that can be heard from space.

Anyways, I should probably get out there. No more putting this off. As much as I desperately want to. You probably don't know this but I had a bad experience down there and....

...actually, you probably do. You're the one who sends Quarble to me every time, after all. We've been in this together from the start, in a way I never really understood before.

I'm sorry I got offended when you wanted to wear a cool hat too.

Anyway... I guess we should get to work. Partner.

So this is what the Underworld of 500 years ago looks like. Mostly the same.

I suppose that makes sense. This place seems the least likely to change out of anywhere. Oh, shit, and Burning Tirade is probably still around.

Huh. Well, that was relatively straightforward. Jump jump get stabbed Musical Note.

That kind of implies that this manifested essence of crystallized physics is the only thing holding back the Underworld from spreading across Mesa Island.

Are we sure it's okay for me to just. Like. Take it? I'm just saying, if the Underworld starts growing out of control, I'm giving all-a y'all an I Told You So.

You guys built a suspension bridge!? I was just expecting, like, a bunch of planks across rope.

This is incredible. Great work!

In any case, onward to the Forlorn Temple. This is, allegedly, where the Demon King lives. I imagine we won't be able to break the curse without--

FUCK YES ROCKET SILO WOOHOO

This is exactly the kind of funhouse shit I'd fill my evil palace with!

--jamming a kunai in the eyes of each of those four grotesque heads of his. Without a question, we're here to kill the fucker responsible for this cycle.

I have a good feeling about this. Demon King summoned Bugle Thyroid to keep an eye on me when it was my turn at bat. But after I killed him, he didn't come back for Soldier's turn. This implies that stabbing a fucker between his goddamn eyes does have a lasting impact on the cycles.

The way I see it, if we cut off the invasion's quadri-heads, it might not even matter anymore that we're trapped in a time loop.

Probably won't be that simple. Time bullshit never is. But there's no downside to decapitating a warmongering bastard so it's worth a go all the same.

...uh....

I think a king died here. Sucks to be him, I guess.

I am hyped and ready to go. Ready as I'll ever be, in fact.

I've always relied on your advice, Shopkeep. You got anything for me with this one?

Helpful. Thanks.

I suppose that makes sense. We all know what he is and it's not like anyone's ever beaten one of him before. So.

I guess we're going to wing it.

Is this all you do? Sit here and wait for the promised day when you get to go out and harass the last vestiges of civilization?

And I do mean harass. The cycle requires you to fail at exterminating us so we can grow a new society and spawn a new Messenger when you hit that one. We even prop it up in the same place every time so it's not like it's hard to find.

Is this all your immortal existence amounts to? Sit sit sit sit fireball sit sit sit sit sit? You look so bored. Do you not have card games or something you can play with your demon minions?

Seeing you here, I... almost feel bad for you. Please understand that I mean this in the meanest way possible - like, full-throated hate here - but you need to get a fucking life. Besides the four brambleboned dipshits that had their skulls hot-glued to a flesh horror, I mean.

Oh, yeah, no. He's not coming. You'd be surprised how easy it is to perforate someone's internal organs when they're eagerly throwing themselves on your sword.

I know you guys were, like, designated besties from the moment of your demonic rebirth in whatever fucked-up lab Aephorul used to transform you. But he's done. Wasted him like bread crust. You want to fight about it?

Buddy, I've got enough Time Shards to buy way more insolence than this. You want to start running a tab?

This can't be all you've got. The Dweller of Strife was the most powerful Dweller ever to exist. It took a legion of Solstice Warriors during the Eclipse to bring it down.

Did you chucklefucks actually make it weaker when you were bonded to it? This poor bloated mass of flesh is so pitiful now, it can't even do anything more than vomit fireballs and hope no one notices how pathetic it is.

I thought it was just Bowling Tapir having that problem. But no. This is a huge downgrade too. Everything Aephorul tries to improve gets fucked up beyond recognition.

It's a good thing you can fly away to safety whenever Messengers show up to the cyclical battle. Otherwise, we would have slaughtered you long ago.

Lining up the shot. I've got eyes on target and I'm coming in hot. Locking on and here... we... GOOOOOOO!

AAAAAAND Straight up the asshole! I can't believe this is all you've got. I spent my whole mission afraid of you.

It's done, Luana. This went in a completely different direction than I was anticipating. It's been a very weird day. But your unfinished business is complete; I have sodomized the Dweller of Strife.

I don't know if you'd be proud of me; You're kind of a shithead. But I'm proud of me. And that's what matter-- Wait, what's it doing? That doesn't look like dying in agony.

Oh cool, new form. Yeah, that looks way more Dweller of Strife-y than the previous. I think I killed the Acolytes so now it's free from their crippling handicap.

...wait. Shit. That's bad for me.

It looks angry. Hey, are you mad? You look mad.

OH FUCK LASERS

I THINK IT'S MAD

NO NO NO NO NO GO AWAY PLEASE I AM TRYING TO WET MYSELF AND RUN FROM YOU

I think it actually got angrier when I jumped on a rocket! Why!? WHY ARE YOU SO MAD ABOUT ROCKETS!? LUANA I THINK I MADE MISTAKE--

Oh, look. The ceiling. ...OH FUCK THE CEILING

ABORT ABORT ABORT ABORT ABORT ABORT ABORT Hi Strifey how was your day ABORT ABORT ABORT ABORT

Oh wow. So that's what the unyielding fury of eclipse magic burning like a thousand moons looks like. I've always wondered. No matter how many times you read about it, you're never prepared to see it in person.

Don't you agree, Strife?

Yeah, you agree. If I had to guess, I'd say your mistake was chasing me.

Guess this W belongs to you guys, Luana and Solen. But I'm proud to have done my part.

In the butt.

Look at it. Can't wait to show this to Shopkeeper. She's been watching me so she's probably already facepalming as we speak. This is a story I'm going to be weirding people out with at parties for the rest of my life.

Holy shit, are you the Fleshmancer? Wow. What a privilege to meet you! Is it true you once got your ass kicked by an irate cook wielding a frying pan?

In any case, I disagree. Gonna be pretty hard for you to keep burning down our village without your glorified matchbook here. Meanwhile, I've got all the time in the world.

See you around.

Assclown.

#the messenger #drake plays the messenger

[prismadog]

Found Family AU: Gold [Emptober 3rd]

so, originally before actually writing the post below, I had only a couple different ideas that would've been crammed into one story (somehow). but...it's gone a completely different way than I originally intended - which is a good thing! I like the way it turned out!

but...it's also a lot longer than I planned so...gonna have to add a keep reading line thing so that the post doesn't take up a lot of room on the scrolly dash thingy.

anyway, enjoy! I'm tired now so I'm gonna go take a nap

-

Gold

what is gold to you?

to Xornoth, resident demon of the server and father of a wild gnome, gold holds more than one use.

gold used to be the color of the Gods, of Aeor specifically, and it used to be the color of jewelry worn by the elves, worn by themself in another life. elves would not only drape themselves in the substance but gift it to those they loved dearly.

now, gold is the color of their gnome's eyes, the way they glitter in the light. gold is warmth and happiness, and the love she shows them, gives to them unconditionally. without her, they would surely perish.

-

what is gold to you?

to Shrub, little gnome and child of a demon, gold is only one thing and it is love and protection.

her father, the creature who found her and cared for her when others would not, gifted her a ring, a golden ring. they imbued it with magic in its creation and they practically drowned the ring with the love in their heart. they enchanted it with all kinds of protection - health and strength and fire resistance and others she doesn't even know about.

gold is love. gold is protection. without the demon, without her father, she wouldn't have been able to survive the merciless world around her.

-

what is gold to you?

to Scott, elfking of Rivendell and follower of Aeor, gold has only a couple of uses, a couple of meanings, one religious and one personal.

gold is the conduit of Aeor's magic, it is a sign of the Stag God's protection, it is a testament to Him from his followers. elves wear gold not only as a statement to their class but as a sign that they love their God. the elves gift it to those they hold near and dear to their hearts.

but gold holds another meaning to the elf. it is the color of someone he dreams about: the messy locks on his head, his smile hidden behind a mask, the happiness he brings to those around him. it is the color of his aura, golden waves that outshine the sun.

-

what is gold to you?

to Joey, the King of the Lost Empire, to the man who wants to rule over all the other kingdoms, gold only means one thing and one thing only.

gold is power. it is the power to outlive those around him, below him. it is strength and might, intelligence and perfection. gold is the totems of Undying he holds in his hands, it is a material imbued with ancient magics by long-dead ancestors and cast into a form. it prolongs life and keeps one from truly dying.

gold is power. when he dreams of his future, when he imagines standing above the other rulers, he is golden. he radiates power and might, strength and intelligence, he is above them, he is better than them.

that is what gold is to the Mad King.

-

what is gold to you?

to Sausage, the Dwarf King of borrowed magics, gold can only mean one thing and that is friendship, and maybe one day love?

it is the color of her aura, the radiant smile she gives him. it is the color of the sunflowers, never wilting, never fading, that sit in a crown upon her head.

she is golden, brighter than the sun and more beautiful than anything he's ever seen. when she's near, he feels lighter than air, he feels blessed.

if only he could tell her how he feels.

-

what is gold to you?

to Pearl, Guardian of the Harvest, farmer Queen of Smallholding, it is but a simple thing.

gold is the sunlight streaming down from the heavens to warm her crops. gold is the wheat that she plants and cultivates for all around her. gold is the sunflowers that dot her land. gold is the color of a duck's feathers, glistening in the sunlight after their morning swim.

gold is Life, plain and simple.

-

what is gold to you?

to Katherine, Queen of the Flower Fields, Guardian of the Overgrown, it is beauty in its purest form.

gold is the love she holds for her friends, her people, her allies. it is the color of the sunflowers that stand tall, the color of the dandelions that grow wild and free. gold is the sunlight that gives life to her flowers, to her land, to her people. gold is half the color of her bees, bumbling away happily and making honey.

gold is beautiful.

-

what is gold to you?

to Pixlriffs, the Copper King, the Prophet of Lady Death, there is religious meaning and another more abstract.

gold is the color of one's soul, it is the color of their spirit, provided they lived a decent life and not one of moral sin. a man's soul is born pure, more brilliant than the sun above, and it stays relatively the same until Lady Death claims them as Her own - at least, so long as they don't give themselves up to the darkness that wishes to corrupt.

but gold, it can also be the goods that bees produce, the color of their homes. they meticulously make combs in their hives and they diligently fill the comb with glistening, dripping honey. the color of honey is perhaps Pixl's favorite.

-

what is gold to you?

to Gem, Wizard of the Crystal Cliffs, gold is only one thing.

gold is magic, plain and simple. it's not the color of her magic, her's is a glittering sparkling iridescent purple. but it is the color of those around her, their auras, the magic they wield, that lives in their veins.

it's a beautiful color, the golden magic.

-

what is gold to you?

to fWhip, Count of the Grimlands, mad tinkerer and alchemist, gold is something different.

gold is the flames of his forge, burning hot and long. it freely melts his resources and casts them in a form stronger than before. gold is the heat that keeps his lands, his home, scorching, blazing hot.

gold is the sun, the eternal flame, in his forge, in his heart, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

-

what is gold to you?

to Jimmy, Codfather of the Swamps, simple man living a simple life, it doesn't mean a whole lot.

gold is a resource, a material that others use. he himself doesn't really have a use for it, it's meaningless to him. but, that's not entirely true, is it? there is one thing that he thinks of when he imagines gold.

and it is the color of another being, a powerful fearless ruler that sits high above the world in his mountains. it is the air around this ruler, the life he breathes, the color of his jewelry he drapes over his body.

he is gold and far more valuable than a simple mer.

-

what is gold to you?

to Lizzie, Queen of the Ocean, fearless Lady of the Sea, gold is simple.

gold is the color of the axolotls in her care, not all of them of course, but a good share. it is the way they look at her, to her, for guidance. their smooth skin practically glows like the sun in the darkness that is the ocean.

gold is also the color of the coral, again, not all the coral, but a good amount of it. it dots the Oceans, a beacon in the blue, bright and unwavering in its brilliance.

she likes the gold on the axolotls most.

-

what is gold to you?

to Joel, King of clones, bringer of Life to the harsh land that is the mesa, it's got only one meaning, one use.

gold is a building material, nothing more, nothing less. it can be the resource itself, looking like a melted butter stick when mined. or it could be the concrete he makes in his factory.

either way, gold is only a material meant for building, for accents. plain and simple.

-

what is gold to you?

#empires smp #emptober #found family au #xornoth adopts child!shubble au #xornoth #shubble #scott smajor #joey graceffa #mythical sausage #pearlescentmoon #katherine elizabeth #pixlriffs #geminitay #fwhip #jimmy solidary #lizzie ldshadowlady #joel smallishbeans

[redwinterroses]

....so I barely know what an Empires is, but your fic teasers have me intrigued...how lost would I be if I decided to just read it anyway? (Warning: the answer might not stop me at all)

Hmmmmmm.... I honestly don't know. We diverge from canon pretty much immediately (because we picked up where the story was when we started and just took off on our own lol) but I think a basic concept of who the characters are and the fact that there's a demon running around, servant of a dark god and sortof-brother to Scott Smajor's character would probably do ya?

...I have no self control, as discussed, so if you're genuinely interested I shall put a quick summary of the canon story up to where our fic picks up under the cut. :D

So Empires is 12 different creators all in one world, building their kingdoms and crafting alliances and trade routes and such with each other.

You've got:

-Scott (Rivendell: elves, magic, wool export, and their deer god Aeor) -Jimmy/Solidarity (the Cod Empire, swamp, slime, salmon are evil) -Pixlriffs (Pixandria, the desert empire, copper) -fWhip (the Grimlands, lots of tnt, he's a tinkerer) -GeminiTay (the Crystal Cliffs, she's a wizard, she and fWhip are siblings/"Roseblings") -MythicalSausage (Mythland, exports iron and trouble) -PearlescentMoon (the Smallholding, land of fighting farmers) -Lizzie/LDShadowlady (Ocean Empire, axolotls, she and Jimmy are siblings/"Seablings") -Joel/Smallishbeans (Mezalia, the mesa empire, terracotta and glorious palaces, married in-game and irl to Lizzie) -Katherine (House Blossom, the flower empire) -Joey Graceffa (the Lost Empire, a jungle kingdom, totems of undying) -Shubble/Shelby (the Undergrove, a dark forest kingdom)

The basic story, skipping over a lot of fluff and several false starts, is that the elven god Aeor had a brother god called Exor. Exor went dark and he and Aeor fought, Aeor winning and locking Exor away.

Exor eventually found himself a champion in a young elf called Conal. Conal's brother, Alinar, was given powers by Aeor and then those brothers fought. Conal and Exor were defeated a second time, and Aeor wiped the memory of Conal from Alinar and the elves (because sadness is bad? apparently? it was a questionable decision.)

Time passes, and MythicalSausage, in a bid for magic and power, starts communicating with a demon called Xornoth who promises him everything. Turns out, Xornoth is actually a fully-corrupted reincarnation of Conal, and Scott is apparently the reincarnation of Alinar.

This causes some problems.

Xornoth wants them to kill the ender dragon to "free him" and uses Sausage and his alliance with fWhip to lure everyone to the End. (fWhip does this by stealing a Very Important cod head from Jimmy, hiding it in the end, and then telling Jimmy where it is. fWhip doesn't realize that killing the dragon is a bad thing.) When they kill the dragon, Xornoth is freed to his full power.

Our story picks up just after the fight, and mainly focuses on:

Scott (who's trying to come to terms with the whole reincarnation-and-evil-not-brother thing),

Jimmy (who feels guilty for the role he played, inadvertently, in freeing Xornoth and is determined to make up for his mistakes),

Pix (who also feels an immense amount of guilt because of all of them, he feels he should have known better. Our Pix is a prophet of sorts), and

fWhip (who doesn't really feel guilty about anything but he DOES realize that Things Have Gone Bad and wants to fix them.)

Gem is also a main character (desperate to protect the dragon egg, which represents their only hope of re-imprisoning Xornoth,) and so is Sausage (who's made a very bad deal and is now definitely suffering the consequences. like. not being in control of his own mind and body consequences.) We also have a bit of Joey (who's also loyal to Xornoth) and Lizzie (being an amazing big sister to Jimmy.)

...anyway I don't know if ANY of that made any sense to someone who doesn't already have context, but if you're in the mood for a borderline-grimdark epic fantasy fic with a winged protagonist fighting his fate, a prophet with the burden of foresight, a snarky alchemist who can't stop fighting with the earnest but somewhat bumbling young king, and a dark power devouring the land and their friends along with it... Yeah. Read Everything Turns to Gold. :D

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