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Elden ring sure is a game huh? I’m having a blast. Anyways!

Au posting! Location and energy: the crystal peaks

Personally one of my favorite areas in game I’m taking a bit of liberty with this one. Besides it’s my au I can do what I want

Deep in the mountains that surrounded Hallownest lay dormant crystalline structures. Their pink hue glimmer in light making the precious to collectors in the early days of the kingdoms. Many would travel to Hallownest in hopes they would strike it big by selling the crystals as trinkets. Little did they know what they were discovering.

But the mining turned out to be dangerous work, beasts lived underground tunneling through the dirt causing mineshafts to be unstable. Bandits liked to loom outside waiting to mug successful miners. And the crystals themselves seemed to fight back against their exploitation, it wasn’t uncommon to find burnt remains next to particularly large crystals.

A student at the college of soul in the city of tears took an interest in the crystals after finding some in a curiosity shop. They took them to the college to study their structure. During this study they found these crystals could channel the energy of soul as power and use it to “defend” itself. With this new knowledge in hand they went to the pale wyrm to present their findings.

It wasn’t much longer until the first prototype machines were being developed uses these crystals as their power sources. But of course to expand he would more than what just a few miners could provide, no he would need an industrial scale production. Devoting resources to make conveyors to carry out the mined crystals, new tools for digging deeper and deeper into the mountains.

The work was often dangerous but the Pale King demanded it so it would be done. Many who could not afford schooling and didn’t dare enlist in the king’s army often times found themselves as miners, providing the cities with power and light. Many were looked down upon for such unskilled work but the miners understood that Hallownest would not stand without them

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My first oc ever was based off the one with upside down horns. I forgot who did this piece for me but yeah :)

A concept of a headcanon about the vessels captured in nosk's lair

Although I changed the appearances of some vessels, because they are repeated in the game :'D

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More HK designs

Much silliness

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Everyone say welcome back Kitsune. I know all four of yall missed me. I have no excuse this time lol. Anyways

Lore posting! Locations. Colosseum of fools.

The underground is a dangerous place for those unprepared. The creatures that inhabit the depths aren’t friendly to any while the roads are full of bandits despite enforcer’s efforts to remove them. This is especially prevalent in the edges of the kingdom where the pale Wyrm’s influence is at its weakest. The kingdom’s edge started as an exile point for lawbreakers, a place to remove them from the lands. But sending all your lawless in one direction has its risks, and the pale wyrm in all their wisdom did not see the potential consequences.

A group of lawbreakers made a camp just beyond the borders of the kingdom, a small settlement where they could work together for mutual benefit. A guild of vagabonds, thieves, muggers, and murderer formed calling themselves “the fools”. Tensions between members rose as fights about how their guild should be lead, the hostilities came to peak in a night they now call the dusk of blood.

A small group of fools led by their leader First King Fool Nefrin descended upon the camp with daggers and swords. Any who did not swear allegiance and fealty to Nefrin did not survive to see the next dawn. Spoils from the night went to Nefrin’s inner circle, armor, weapons, geo, to his “champions”

Nefrin installed a class system with him at its head, its champions below him, and finally: the fools at the bottom. Workers and fodder, the weak were treated the worst. Nefrin saw how weak the fools were, how easy his take over was and grew fearful. If the Pale Wyrm got word of their group perhaps he would come and exterminate them. These fools could not oppose the royal army in this state. No they would need to be stronger.

So Nefrin created the first Colosseum, demanding that all able bodied fools fight for their right to remain. Strength alone would be the fools survival. The fools who won in their colosseum were made into champions given opportunities befitting their strength, but in order to become a champion, the old one must die, culling the weak from their mists.

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Hey guys join the au discord :3

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Oh we all know he’s the bottom. Poor little wyrm

I need to draw this fork guy more he’s fun I like his head it’s pleasing to draw

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These are so neat!!! Gods I love artists

Them!!! Made some designs for the bug gang :]

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Lore posting! Lore clarification (?)

So the troupe huh? We don’t know a lot about them or their motivations other than “we feed on the embers of dying kingdoms” and what is that even supposed to mean? So here is my take:

Long ago, long before the pale wyrm even was a thought, there were moths and gods. Abundant in numbers they spread across their known world and as they did their culture was created. artisans, tradesmen, merchants, the old world was thriving but it was the few who gave these tribes their purpose. The Seers, those who delved deep into the natural world and returned with the knowledge that they were not alone. This world was inhabited by gods, dubbing “lesser” gods higher beings. Their energy, their power, their light make up this world. Over the years Seers would pop up claiming to commune with these higher beings but most of these higher beings histories were lost to time, whatever disaster wiped out the old world burying stories with bones. We know of three of these old gods who remain. This is the story of one.

Before moths it’s said three beings existed, one of soul, one of life, and one of strength. It took the combination of all three to create this world. Strength took the parts of the planet and pushed them together, molding and creating the world as they desired it to look, making the form of the moths. But it was bare and dead. Life looked at the world strength had made and offered an accord: pouring its own energy into this new planet creating the plants, the creatures, the life of the world. But it was without cause. So then Soul offered her hand, agreeing to bring reason to the devoid world. But rather than strength or life she was careful, choosing who got soul and who didn’t. It was her who chose the moths as the first, granting them wings so that wherever it may be they could follow the light of purpose and innovation. The three looked at their creations and were proud. But the labour left them drained so one by one they began to slumber.

Strength was the last to sleep. You see no god could go against the other physically. But there were ways to undermine them. It approached a being who had secluded themselves from the world. No, they were cast out. Abandoned. Forgotten. Strength reviled itself to them in the shape of an ever beating heart. That is when Strenth offered a deal. The power needed to not just get revenge on those who cast them out but rule the world that rejected them. On one condition. They belonged to strength. And so they agreed, taking on a new name: Sancine. strength was true to their word granting them the ability to harness their own light. Not one to create or better the world but one to raze what needed to be cleansed away. Not just that but the promise that time would never touch them. Lastly, it stripped them of their wings, removing their freedoms in the sky. For they belonged to Strength. So became the first nightmare warlord.

The tribes of old never thought that one might turn against them, they were utterly unprepared. The conquest only took days, slaughtering anyone who stood in their path in the name of strength. Many joined. The few who did not dwindled and decayed, praying to their slumbering gods to save them.

It took centuries for any other to awaken again. But when they did they saw how strength defiled the world they made together. To reclaim their world they went to make their own champions, ones of life and soul. The two fought against Strength and its champion in a long brutal war that threatened to end in the extinction of the moth tribes but in the end life and soul had pushed strength and its champion back to its new capital. There, they sealed away Strength along with its champion taking them out of the physical and into the metaphysical. A realm of dreams. Any under Sancine’s service who remained scattered to the winds. to prevent one god from taking over the world again they sealed away their own champions letting the world recover from the wounds gouged across it.

The remnants, once again rejected by the world were cursed by the gods, they would never be truly welcome anywhere nor would their descendants. They would burn themselves away with the fire they wield. They would be little more than scavengers feeding on the refuse of those they once subjected. A new term would be coined for them. The once nightmare troop became the nightmare troupe. Jesters to be mocked. Eventually they learned to lean into this fact, though they never forgot. And they never forgave. Some say they are looking for ways to return Sancine back to this world to recreate Strength’s dynasty once more.

In modern time the once kin of Strength do not always hold the same respect for him. Some have forgotten him all together. But the moths know the difference between the once Strength worshipers and those who descended from tribes of life and soul. Just look towards the wings.

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So dungeon Meshi has taken over my entire life (I’m in love with Marcille) but I can’t leave yall hanging forever. Before this interruption I was working in a longer length little fic which is why it’s been taking so long lol

Anyways here’s a sneak peak of the beginnings :3

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Oc Lore : Lenix

One of my personal favorites this gay twink will always be doomed by the narrative :3

A grimmkin not connected to the troupe (more on this at a later date) they/him no art yet

They are an apothecary and healer who came from a different kingdom where a grand church runs everything and his medicines were considered a blasphemous practice leaving him to practice in private.

It worked for a time until a government official came in desperate, prayer and fasting leading to some unknown sickness getting worse. Through deliberation he agreed to help as best he could but the official waited too long and there was. Nothing he could do

They died under his care and how do you hide a dead body? Especially of someone notable.

You don’t.

He’s caught by the church and tried as a heretic a blasphemer. Though since the crime was non violent he is spared from death only barely. Sentenced to exile, to wonder until some vagabond or predator decides he is worth killing. Eventually during his wandering he found Hallownest, figuring it would be a good place to stop and rest for the moment he has settled down in the city of stars.

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Au posting! Lore change. So here it is. The big one. Vessels.

As im sure you can guess, incorporating vessels, things created to house the infection, in an au without an infection can have its challenges. But I like what I’ve come up with.

Deep in the depths lays a place forgotten by the surface, a once mighty village now buried, drowned by the inky black of the void.

The king could not have known he was disturbing an ancient being in his expansion. Though that likely wouldn’t have stopped him anyways. As new air reaches the primordial void something within it stirs

Parts of it begin breaking off, housing themselves in the chitin of the fallen. Though that is not without change as the remains housed part of the old tribe. The chitin gives them emotion. Thoughts. A voice to cry out with. Mortality steeping itself into the mix creating a new being. A vessel to be filled

The climb out of the darkness isn’t easy, many do not make it out of the abyss, but those who do find themselves in a very different kingdom. Neither the vessels nor the people really understand how to interact with each other, but several find a way to coexist.

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Gotta read your bastard child a bed time story

I feel like this is the kind of bed that Hornet had.

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Au posting! Location and politics :)

As the Pale King dug deeper still into the depths he came across a militaristic tribe of mantises lead by four sisters. This tribe stopped his progression and demanded tribute in order to pass.

The pale wyrm, being a proud man refused, introducing the sisters to the almost divine like power of the wyrms. Unknowing that most of his power is from the dreaming realm they yielded respecting the perceived power of the pale wyrm. Allowing him both access and control to the deeper depths.

They ask for just one thing: control of the fungal wastes, the ability for them to have their own sub kingdom without his.

The king saw the potential for an alliance that he could profit from. He allows them to have the fungal wastes to do with what they see fit, but they are to act as a layer of protection between the outside world and his plans for the vast city of tears behind them

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Me when I get a writing idea during finals week

I love them so much

(even if they keep kicking my ass)

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AU posting! Lore changes

As the Pale kingdom began digging deeper and deeper into the depths they stumble across a kingdom of spiders, the Weavers.

In the beginning there was a lot of open hostility between the two parties with the Pale King refusing to acknowledge the weavers claim to the depth, claiming it was his under right as the pale wyrm

Territorial disputes led to skirmishes and small scale fights leading to losses on both sides. Though the Pale king had men to spare, the weavers did not.

Herrah, the leader of the weavers then approached the king with a proposal. Compliance by her people and control for the pale king. In exchange she was to have a child of royal blood to represent her people. After deliberations the king agreed and came the half wyrm bastard child Hornet, sealing the deal and the fate of the weavers to be integrated into the pale kingdom

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Oh yeah since ig im going into details now I should probably let yall know that my asks are always open

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AU posting! Location :)

The city of stars: the once small village of dirt mouth found itself struggling to meet the needs of more and more travelers coming to the thriving kingdom, many of who didn’t want to live in the undergrounds

To combat this funds were diverted to the town slowly building it up, huts became homes became towers reaching towards the stars. The once small town became a bustling entry way to the city.

Some of the older residents have found this change from quaint township hard to adjust to but for their king they keep quiet. Besides if they want change they can always travel into the undergrounds…