#OUR DEAR EARTH MAGE

[trashpocket]

@leavemeintheground had me thinking bout taliyah again <3

[mistressofduskanddawn]

Household Worship Of Azura

[IMG ID: A shrine of Azura from Raven Rock in the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Dragonborn DLC. The shrine is set upon stone, circular, with candles around an image dedicated to Azura. At the top of the image is a star, with a skull below it, then trailed streaks of black. Before the image are some offerings of gems, a coinpurse, fruits, and vegetation to Azura. It is simple, but beautiful.]

THE DAEDRA, IN SOME ASPECTS OF TESLORE, ARE SPOKEN OF BEING FOUND IN THE DANGEROUS WILDS OF NIRN. Daedra worship within itself is controversial in Tamriel, sometimes inconsistently so, for they are often considered more dangerous than the Aedra. In a way this is true, the Daedra are more present than the Aedra, but the Aedra still may cause harm. My dear Kyne, even if she is a kind mother, rules over the storms that destroy. Eventually, I will cover the cut content that shades the worship of the Aedra in favour of Daedra, instead of the usual anti-Daedric worship that the Aedra-loving lore often proclaims.

Household worship of the Daedra seems to depend on the culture: while there are shrines within some Dnemeri households, outside of the realm of traditional worship, many of the daedra appear to be kept from cities—especially in Skyrim, where nearly all the centres of worship for Daedra are outside the strong-walled holds. She out of all of the Daedra appears to be the closest to cities and the likes, but her temple still stands outside Winterhold in Skyrim. 

On Earth, however, we can hopefully worship our deities within our own homes. Azura integrates herself well into the home, providing all her bounty, especially in liminal protection from the dangers of the beyond. 

MODERN HERETICS ON AZURA

I was inspired by doing my scholarly research on Azura as usual, when I re-read a passage on Daedra worship in lore that provided a much more realistic perspective: that on Daedric cults and their actions, without the usual gore and harm that permeates the discussion of Daedra. A portion of the passage Modern Heretics inspired this post, with it focusing on Azura in the majority of the text: 

I personally have discovered one community worshipping theDaedra LordAzura, Queen of Dawn and Dusk. A researcher curious about Daedra worship might research in several ways: through a study of the literature, through exploration and discovery of ancient daedric shrines, through questioning local informants, and through questioning worshippers themselves. I used all these means to discover the shrine of Azura.

First I read books. References like this one may provide a helpful general background concerning Daedric shrines. For example, my researches led me to understand that, in Cyrodiil, Daedric shrines are generally represented by statues of Daedra Lords, are generally situated in wilderness locations far from settlements, that each shrine generally has associated with it a community of worshippers, often referred to as a ‘coven’, that shrines have associated with them a particular time — often a day of the week — when a Daedra lord might be solicited, that Daedra Lord often will not deign to respond unless they regard a petitioner of sufficient prowess or strength of character, that they will only respond if given the proper offering [the secret of which offering often known only to the community of worshippers], and that, in return for the completion of some task or service, the Daedra Lords will often undertake to offer an artifact of power to a successful quester. Then I questioned locals with an intimate knowledge of the wilderness. Two classes of informants I found especially useful — well-traveled hunters and adventurers [who might come across shrines in their travels], and scholars of the Mages Guild. In the case of the Shrine of Azura, both sources were profitable. I discovered aCheydinhal hunter who had chanced across a strange epic statue in his travels. The statue was of a woman with outstretched arms; in one hand she held a star; in the other hand, she held a crescent moon. He had shunned the statue out of superstitious fear, but had marked the location in memory –far north of Cheydinhal, northwest ofLake Arrius, high in theJerall Mountains. Then, proceeding to the local Mages Guild with a description of the statue, I was able to confirm from its description the identity of the Daedra Lord worshipped. Having discovered the location of the shrine, I visited it, and discovered there the community of worshippers. Because of the strength of opinion against Daedra worship, the worshippers were, at first, reluctant to admit their identity. But once I had won their trust, they were willing to divulge to me the secrets of the times when Azura would hear petitions [from dusk to dawn], and that the offering required by Azura wasglow dust, a substance obtained from thewill-o-the-wisp. I am, of course, nothing more than a chapelman and scholar, so it did not lie within my power to find a will-o-the-wisp to obtain glow dust; nor am I certain that Azura would have found me worthy to make such an offering, even had I proffered it. But I was assured that if I had been able to make such an offering, and if it had been accepted, Azura would have given me some sort of quest, which, if completed, might have earned me the reward of Azura’s Star, a Daedric artifact of legendary magical powers.

—Modern Herctics, Haderus of Gottlesfont in Oblivion and ESO.

Undoubtedly the outlawing of Daedra worship is what drew these worshippers into hiding, with the daedra often being seen as dangerous and taboo. I cannot help, as others have noted, that this sounds very much so like paganism. Hiding in covens deep within secret locations, petitioning beings outlawed by common society—the Daedra seem to be coded in such a manner, even if the traditional religions of Tamriel are all polytheistic. The usage of coven also draws my eye—almost relating it to this world’s traditional witchcraft circles, in which a figure, often the Witchfather, is petitioned and met with those seeking something. Often power, as those in these covens seem to commonly pursue. 

Living on Earth does afford the ability to not have to necessarily hide my Azura worship, even if it is something I naturally keep on the quieter side. Among other pagans it is acceptable, sometimes even adored, to be following a goddess from Nirn. While it would be fun to pursue a shrine in the woods to her, it is a comfort to invite the Lady of Dusk and Dawn into my home instead. 

HOUSEHOLD WORSHIP OF AZURA

Household worship has become a norm for pagans, as we are often separated by space and time, and often alone. Praying alone in the home is the standard for most of us, even if we can visit the woods and go deep into dredges to find our gods. The Aedra have handmade shrines designated for home usage within Skyrim, but of course, none for the Daedra without mods. While Wintersun provides a way to express devotion to Azura, it does not fulfil every aspect there is to being a worshipper of a deity in Tamriel. 

To worship Azura in the home, it is as easy as a prayer and some offerings. I do prefer to bring my offers outside before Dawn and Dusk, but prayer can be anywhere. Beyond the title however, once again drawing from my background in Mediterranean religion, I believe that there is more to Azura’s household power than simply placing her within the hearth shrine. 

Prayer to Azura For Home Protection 

Azura’s liminality lends well to a protective goddess. Liminal deities such as Hekate are often invoked to remove spirits as much as to bring them forth, and considering her star, Azura has some sway over souls. To keep spirits from the home, speak this prayer:

AZURA of the Crimson Gate, Rose-bound,  she who wards away spirits amore,  kismet in your designs. Let your silver starlight  grace the doors of my home and  let your dawn and dusk appraise the walls.  Ward the dwellings I as your people call home, As once you did before, and shall do, Again into your liminal passages evermore. 

Prayer to Azura To Banish A Malicious Being 

As a goddess who loves her followers dearly, Azura is more than happy to exercise her power over lesser beings from her world and beyond. To ward off entities who would harm your home, place a statue of Azura by the door and or place an image of her symbol to warn. If a malicious being manages to sneak past the wards and locks, speak this prayer to tell Azura of the spirit that evaded every protection placed. 

AZURA, she of OBLIVION beyond, There is a demon who haunts these halls, A trespasser, unwelcome, unfound, within This home of this worshipper yours.  Roses bloom for your love and command, And here comes this foul being to destroy  The buds containing your altar anew. So come, Azura, the warden of the home  Who blesses with silver and beauty untold Banish them with binds of silver and red, Rim of all holes, to the halls beyond the dead. 

Prayer to Azura To Ward Locks 

As the rim of all holes and possibly enemy of Nocturnal, I see no reason why Azura could not ward a lock against thieves and trespassers who would seek to steal and harm the home. Speak this prayer to her to ward locks against such intrusions, less they face her deserved wrath. 

The night invites holy Nocturnal’s surmise   devotee Thieves speech under her blessings, to come  And rid my locks of the silver we both endure.  Transition the path of stars and light, Banish thieves and tricksters from my home goodnight  Let fate be woven ever so, ward these locks untold  So that Nocturnal may dance in another hearth tonight, And we rest under your lilac Twilight delight. Rim of all holds, master of keys and lock-holes, Azura, ward my locks, let no lockpick be turned, Azura, Azura, the mistress of liminality foretold! 

I do wonder what those people in Tamriel would have thought, seeing as I can freely honour our goddess within my own home. She is a wonderful goddess, kind and caring with her love understanding. Foretold or not, she is a rose-hearted gift to any hearth who seeks her name. In order for our popculture religion to survive in this world, it must be met on the terms of our lives and heart, and household worship is the step before even considering the likes of temples or communal ritual.

References

Lore:Modern Heretics – The Unofficial Elder Scrolls Pages (UESP). (n.d.). https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Modern_Heretics

Parker, R. C. (2011). On Greek religion. Cornell University Press.

[seramilla]

DRAGON BLOOD CURSE AU, Pt of ask

Odette and Clara seem a bit sad as they notice Sera's expression. Clara gets a bit closer taking Sera hand in her own, Odette following suit. Clara continues, "Sooooo... What is Fae realm like?"

Sera smiles softly. The children show curiousity of a real Fae. "It's quite beautiful. The biggest realm present on Earth. Quite full of various Fae folk and extravagant flora and fauna. Blooming meadows filled with wild bright flowers. Enchanting and misterious forests, in which many secrets are hidden. Brisk streams floeing through, seemingly never beginning or ending. It is quite idilyc snd lush realm. I used to sit on nearby hills to my home, admiring the majestic sight. Fae live in houses built into nature, to make us feel closer to it. It is all created out of Fae magic and..."

Odette stopped her, "We are Fae too, right? Since you are one. why can't we use Fae magic?"

Carmilla gives them the answer, "It's the curse honey. Nothing we can do about that..."

Odette huffs alongside Clara. Clara icomplains for both of them, "But we can only breath fire and that's booooring."

Sera chuchles. the little ones are quite intriuging. Then the soft fussing started from Emily making girl's attention on her.

The girl gave eack other a look before their eyes finally fell onto a buddle in Carmilla's arms. They looked at the small cloth covered baby. Odette asked the question, "Is Emily that small thing? Why is she so small?"

Clara continued, "She can fit into one of your arms mama. We weren't that small, were we?"

Carmilly chuckles, "I'm actually not sure...."

Sera panicked, "What do you mean not sure?!?! Was the birth that difficult?"

Carmilla was a bit nervous, "Not er say... I could even say it was easier... I was in my dragon form when they decided to come out... Small naked baby dragons."

The dark figure that has been observing everything finally aproached. He chuckled, "T'was the strangest looking little ones I hath seen."

Clara and Odette went red with emberassment, "Uncle Zi! Have you met our other mom? She got bug wings! And bird feet!"

Sera is on edge. She is bristling up in his pressence. Lich are natural enemies of Fae, and her insticts are acting up. She feels no ill intend coming from him, but still... She eyes him up. What is he to Carmilla?

Carmilla immediatelly eases up her worries, " Sera. This is Zestial. He has been a dear friend of mine since before I came upon the Fae realm. He was known as the Grand Mage of Darkness. Lately, he is known as the Keeper of Shadows and Secrets."

Zestial bows to Sera, gaining a bit of respect in her eyes, "Tis an honour to meet the previous High Fae of Seelie Court. Thou hath produced such spritelly children". He wiggles his fingers affectionatelly at Emily, who in turn giggles and tries to grab them. "Children are such a wonderful thing. Would thee and Carmilla like to get reacquanted? I can watch the children, help them adjust to each other."

Carmilla gives him a diabolical fae-like smile. "That would be lovely Zestial, thank you."

Part 1 | Part 2

Zestial leaves with the girls, Odette and Clara hot on the lich's heels, as he cradles a giggling Emily in his dark claws. He practically glides out the door on the very shadows themselves, leaving Carmilla and Sera in a moment of quiet contemplation in Carmilla's room. Silence permeates the air for a moment, and then Sera starts to get woozy on her feet. She steps back over to the bed, leaning on it to keep from falling over.

Carmilla is moving and standing next to her in the blink of an eye, holding her shoulder as the taller Fae looks like she might upchuck right then and there. Thankfully, she doesn't, but she tells Carmilla, "I think I need to lie back down for a moment. Everything still...hurts. I've had about all the excitement I can handle for one day."

Carmilla nods, helping her lie on her side on the cool sheets. She brings over a rag and a bucket from the wash basin in the corner, patting Sera's sweaty forehead and cheeks with the rag. Sera's ears twitch and flit about a bit at the light attention Carmilla is giving to her face. The fae cranes her head back up to look at her love, and smiles warmly.

"You've done such a fine job with the children, Carmilla," Sera says, greeting Carmilla's gaze with so much love and tender affection, Carmilla feels her heart may burst from the intensity of it. "I worried so much about you handling them by yourself, what with the...the curse, and all. They seem very healthy and happy. And...well-adjusted, given the circumstances."

Carmilla smiles. "I can't take all the credit. Zestial helped quite a bit...especially during the birthing process. I won't even mention how awkward that was. But they are far stronger and smarter than I could have hoped for. Odette has quite the brain on her...I assume she got that from you. And Clara is tough and stubborn, and doesn't know the meaning of the word "no"...I do accept responsibility for that part."

Sera laughs. She appears as if she wants to say more, but just lies in somber silence again. Carmilla continues to cool Sera's heated skin with the cloth and bucket. She frowns slightly, disappointed in herself that she didn't check to see whether Sera was running a fever. Her claws against Sera's forehead feel hot and clammy, but not sickly so. Perhaps the fae is just tired. She's undoubtedly been through a lot that day.

Which begs the question...

"How did you escape?" The words are out of Carmilla's mouth before she can think better of it. Sera's eyes widen slightly. She really looks like she wishes Carmilla hadn't asked that question of her so soon. But Carmilla is impatient. She's no fool to think that Sera hadn't put her and Emily's lives in danger by escaping...but Carmilla also knows that Sera is smart, and had undoubtedly weighed the risks, and made the attempt anyway.

Sera sighs. She curls up tighter into the fetal position, unable to look at Carmilla directly. Carmilla takes the fae's much smaller hand in hers, making sure her appearance looks as neutral and nonjudgmental as possible.

"I won't be angry. No matter what. I promise," Carmilla assures her.

Sera sighs.

"The Seelie kept close watch over me at all times, after you were banished. I had to regain their trust slowly and stealthily. Prove my loyalty, by recanting my feelings for you, and in the eyes of the council, renew my devotion to the court and to our people. I couldn't go anywhere without an escort for several weeks...months. Eventually, I was allowed unsupervised time in my workshop...to concoct spells. To hide my...to keep Emily hidden from them. I worked magic, and they never suspected a thing. Never knew I was pregnant. Never knew I gave birth. I learned the guard routes, memorized their rotations, and then just last night, made our escape. They tried to stop us ...almost did...but we got away."

Carmilla knows she promised not to be angry or pass judgement, but she can't help but get one little jab in for good measure: "You didn't come away unscathed."

Sera's face does get a little stern, then. "I was protecting our child, Carmilla! I had to wait until she was born. I couldn't move swiftly enough with her in my womb. They came after us, and I fought them off! I put enchanted robes, and my own body, over hers to keep her safe. She was all that mattered...even if I perished trying to get her to you, she was all that mattered to me! I'm sorry if that's difficult for you to hear."

Carmilla is looming over her now. Her face is full of so much sorrow, anxiety, and regret, Sera can practically see all three emotions swimming together behind her large, reptilian eyes. These eyes come out sometimes, when Carmilla's emotions are running high, or during the middle of an adrenaline rush. Both are probably true now. Carmilla leans down to cup Sera's face, the taller woman's chin looking so small and frail in the palm of her infernal dragon's claws.

"Listen to me, and hear me well. I can't imagine what you went through to come to me. I can only think of how much courage and strength it must have taken to whisk both of yourselves away from there, knowing the risk and doing it anyway. I am not angry at you, mi amor. As far as you and Emily are concerned, those feelings are not even possible. What you accomplished today is a triumph. And I love and admire you all the more, for it."

Sera doesn't have time to respond. Carmilla's lips meet hers, and in one fell swoop, all those years of waiting and longing to feel her touch again come crashing down all around them like a torrential downpour. Sera clutches Carmilla's shoulders, hands scrabbling against her long hair, her horns, and the smooth scales of her bare skin for better purchase.

Carmilla just sits with Sera there for a while, returning the kiss, and taking in the almost-forgotten taste and scent of her lost love. She doesn't let go for a long time, until the need for oxygen finally forces them both to pull away. Carmilla thanks her lucky stars the fates had mercy, and brought them together again.

[watfordgrimoire]

Summer of Shakespeare

To be or not to be -- acts as a coin flip; caster's object with either glow bright white or become shrouded in shadows

Two may keep counsel, putting one away -- prevents whom it is cast on from being able to speak of a secret (forbidden spell)

Let slip the dogs of war -- draws in nearby canines

What light through yonder window breaks -- creates sunlight through the window it is cast on

If you prick us, do we not bleed -- creates a pinprick wound

To sleep, perchance to Dream -- sleeping spell (has a chance to cause the sleeper to have vivid, lucid dreams)

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown -- creates a heavy, golden crown

Get thee to a nunnery -- creates a route to the nearest convent

Take arms against a sea of troubles -- pulls in nearby weapons (only works if near a body of salt water)

In nature there's no blemish but the mind -- removes acne

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well / It were done quickly -- speeds up electronic appliances (causes the appliances to shut down if cast incorrectly)

A man can die but once -- used by superstitious mages to ward off vampire attacks

The good is oft interred with their bones -- buries objects it is cast on (can also be used as a finding spell when cast with the correct intentions)

It's Greek to me -- translates text to Greek

My kingdom for a horse -- summons nearby equine

Neither a borrow nor a lender be -- if someone owes you money, takes any cash/coins they have on them when cast

Nothing will come of nothing -- cleaning spell

Brevity is the soul of wit -- silencing spell (only allows for a few words while the spell is active)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day -- heats someone up to the average summer temperature of the area

You have witchcraft in your lips -- enhances the next spell cast

Friends, Romans, Countrymen -- amplifies the caster's voice

Lord, what fools these mortals be -- stunning spell

The course of true love never did run smooth -- rumoured at Watford to cause a couple to break up if cast on them

Now is the winter of our discontent -- snow creation spell (only works when the caster is unhappy)

All the world's a stage -- creates a temporary, basic stage to use for performances

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and other have greatness thrust upon them -- superstitious mages cast this on newborn children in order to increase their depth of magick

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind -- temporary blinding spell (only works if the person it is cast on is in love)

Conscience does make cowards of us all -- scares away nearby creatures

To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune -- an arrow creation spell

Frailty, thy name is woman -- weakening spell

It is not enough to speak, but to speak true -- forces whomever it is cast on to tell a truth

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me -- causes nearby dogs to bark

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy -- finding spell

The lady doth protest too much -- reveals if someone is lying

The whips and scorns of time -- attacking spell

I am a man more sinned against than sinning -- shielding spell

Good wine is a good familiar creature -- wine creation spell (difficult spell)

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep -- when cast on someone who is sleeping, has the chance to allow them to bring small objects out of their dreams (difficult spell)

O wretched state! o bosom black as death! -- dyes objects black

Muddy death -- creates a mud puddle

Lay aside life-harming heaviness / And entertain a cheerful disposition -- cheering up spell

And, most dear actors, eat no onions or garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath -- cures bad breath

If after every tempest come such calms, / May the winds blow till they have wakened death -- creates a wind storm

None can be called deformed but the unkind -- reveals if someone has betrayed you, causing them to be covered in boils

Deny thy father and refuse thy name -- name changing spell (can apply to first, middle, and/or last name depending on the emphasis of the words)

The evil that men do lives after them -- creates weapons out of human bones (forbidden spell)

To thine own self be true -- temporary self-confidence increasing spell

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once -- used in battle to try and scare the opposition into retreat (difficult spell)

Blest be the man that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones -- cast on graves to prevent graverobbing

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and gets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more -- silencing spell (forbidden spell)

And through this distemperature we see / The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts / Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose -- creates a layer of frost

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing -- causes whomever it is cast on to babble uncontrollably

For there was never yet philosopher / That could endure the toothache patiently -- eases toothache pain

God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another -- temporary disguise spell

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind -- reveals if a suspect is guilty (not always reliable as it can be tampered with)

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains -- stabilizes piles of soil or rock

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd -- helps boats steer safely into harbor

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound -- drains glasses of liquids (also creates a loud sound)

Though she be but little, she is fierce -- shrinking spell

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break -- undoes silencing spells

[theeccentricraven]

OC Questionnaire (warning, long post!)

Thank you @willtheweaver @kaylinalexanderbooks @buffythevampirelover @winglesswriter @drchenquill for the tags! I've wanted to do this for ages, but I was so busy. I figured out how to kill two birds with one rock by using these as character sheets for my Camp NaNoWriMo project. All of the characters mentioned below are from my WIP The Keeper of Maralla, which I describe as a nontraditional epic fantasy. Sorry the post is so long. I hoped to capture as many of the posts I had been tagged in as possible and limited to four characters. I hope I didn't give away too much.

1. Do you like the company of others?

Juva - If you mean in the company of animals, yes. If you mean what I think you mean….I’d rather be in the corner reading a book.

Maralla - I love to be around people. I bring them joy. I make them laugh. I see the good in everyone.

Jorem - I can put up with people so long as they don’t give me crap.

Mrs. Terila - A day cannot go by without my visiting a friend, giving counsel to someone who asks, or addressing the people under my charge.

2. What do you like to do in your down time?

Juva - Ride horses on my farm, read a good book, listen to the radio, go watch a movie with my dad, ride tractors, and watch a good TV show.

Maralla - Sing, dance, ride horses, explore forests, go shopping, and play outdoor games, pick flowers, and try on new clothes.

Jorem - Learn new spells

Mrs. Terila - I don’t have much spare time, but when I do, I’m having conversations with dear friends and practicing my magic.

3. Do you believe in ghosts or the supernatural?

Juva - Our people believe that the dead join with the Higher Beings in the Otherworld. Ghosts are the result of when necromancers trap their souls on earth. That’s why necromancy is evil.

Maralla - I’ve glanced Afterlife by visiting the Fay in the Otherworld. I have seen where the dead go. 

Jorem - I’m a necromancer. What do you think?

Mrs. Terila - As a mage, I know how the forces of evil fight to control souls. I know that happiness awaits the free souls.

1. What does the perfect day look like?

Juva- Pastry breakfast, visiting the most beautiful places in the colony, riding horses, watching a concert, and doing something fun with my dad.

Maralla- A festival with lots of songs and dancing, running in a race, and visiting a sacred site.

Jorem- Learning a wave of new spells, casting them to gain the control of more souls, and growing in power. Winning a fight would make the day better. 

Mrs. Terila- Sitting in a chair and reading a good book.

2. What time of day is your favorite?

Juva- Dawn. I love the sunshine, the birds singing, the cool air, and the fairy dust before it fades. 

Maralla- Late morning. Not too early, but bright.

Jorem- Night. When everyone else is asleep, it’s my “me” time.

Mrs. Terila- Dawn. I have to start at dawn for everything or else I’ll never get anything done during the day.

3. If you were granted one wish, what would it be?

Juva- To see my mother again.

Maralla-To see my parents again.

Jorem-Bring back my family, our home, and the life we used to have.

Mrs. Terila- Peace for our country.

1. What is your favorite game/sport?

Juva- Horseback riding

Maralla- Racing

Jorem- Competitions for who is the best sorcerer

Mrs. Terila- Hide and seek, believe it or not!

2. Do you prefer day or night?

Juva- Day. I get scared in the dark.

Maralla- Day, though I love to make beautiful songs either way. Oh, I rhymed. When you have spent as much time with the fairies as I have, you will rhyme a lot.

Jorem- Night. Best time for necromantic spells and there’s no one awake to bother me.

Mrs. Terila- Day, when I’m most active and productive.

3. How would you react if someone close to you betrayed you?

Juva-I was betrayed by someone close to me. It feels like the end of the world to me. No one hurt me so much. No one stole so much from me. I was cursed, too. I thought I was worthless. I would have given up on life if it wasn’t for Maralla.

Maralla-I was betrayed by someone I thought could be trusted. The best I could do was press forward and continue to fight to survive. 

Jorem- If a friend betrayed me, I would make them miserable. I would not rest until they regretted it.

Mrs. Terila- I would remind myself that corruption can haunt any soul, run to a friend for protection and comfort, and summon the fairies to guide me. 

1. Did you have any formal education? If so, what was it like?

Juva- I am fourteen years old and still a student. I’m homeschooled like many of the colonial clan members. Mrs. Terila is my teacher.

Maralla- Back in my day, I would have been able to earn admittance into a prestigious academy. Circumstances caused my mother to need to homeschool me. 

Jorem- Before I lost my family, my home, and our whole town, I was an ace student in the academy. I earned the best grades in every subject. My parents were so proud.

Mrs. Terila- I was trained by the brightest scholars of the clans. When I was young and foolish, I didn’t like school. When I realized my full potential and what I could do in the world, I became a dedicated student.

2. What is your stance on friends and friendship?

Juva- I love friends, though it’s hard when I feel so nervous talking to people. I try to spend as much time as I can with the few friends I have because I feel the most comfortable with them and don’t want to lose them.

Maralla- Friends are the best, second to family. It’s even better when they know how to have fun.

Jorem- You never know if friends could go away someday, whether they ditch you or die on you. Just show that you’ve earned respect. That matters most.

Mrs. Terila- I can never have too many friends. They are everywhere. I politely request them to respect my busy schedule. 

3. How would you describe your relationship with your family?

Juva-I love my dad more than anyone in the world. I work beside him, eat with him, pray with him, and laugh at the TV with him. I miss my mom. She was so beautiful. She was the kindest person in the world. I don’t understand why she was taken away from us. She must be happy in Paradise.  

Maralla- I was small, but I still have fond memories of my father. I was close to my mother while she raised me with the help of the sons of Moras. I miss them.

Jorem- The images of my mother, my father, and my sister still linger in my mind, impossible to scrape out of my head. Of course I loved them. Of course we lived a wonderful life. They were good people in a world where we have almost none.

Mrs. Terila- I love my husband, sons, daughters, and grandchildren. I wish times were like how they used to be, before my work had to call me away.

1.Where do you wish you were at this very moment and why?

Juva- On the farm because I love the horses and love being with my dad.

Maralla- I wish I was back in Faeryland because it’s the best place to be.

Jorem- I wish I was with my mentor Zorik because I enjoy learning necromancy from him. 

Mrs. Terila- With my husband because I miss him.

2.What's something you wanted as a child that you have/have done now and how has this impacted your life's path?

Juva- Visiting the beautiful city of An Lurska. It’s a city of magic that demonstrates the power of the Fay. I’ve heard you're never the same after you visit. They’re right. Walking the streets with the magic around me made me feel like I walked on the air.

Maralla- I wanted the fairy’s kiss when I was young because it is known for being the greatest boon that the Fay may grant. I was given it when I was fourteen. I was given more than I dreamed of. I will never touch death. 

Jorem- I had wanted to learn magic since I was young. Ever since I learned necromancy from Zorik, I have felt a power and fulfillment like I never had before. I’m not going to let the past control me. I control my future.

Mrs. Terila- I wanted a husband and a family. My married life and motherhood were happy and fulfilling. Now that the forces of the demons have gotten in the way, I regret that I can’t enjoy that life again.

3. How do you take your tea?

Juva- With whipped cream

Maralla- With sugar

Jorem- I don’t drink it. I use the tea bags for spells.

Mrs. Terila- Iced

1.How good are you with people?

Juva- I’m so quiet around them, they get frustrated by how quiet I am. I can’t tell someone to do something because it feels wrong.

Maralla- I talk to them, ask them to do something and they follow with a smile, sing to them, and get them to join in games.

Jorem- So long as people aren’t stupid, I can tolerate them. 

Mrs. Terila- Anyone who knows me knows I’m patient and a good leader, but I don’t let troublemakers get away easily.

2. How would you function in a group project?

Juva- I would listen to the group leader and follow their instructions.

Maralla- I would bring flowers and cookies to everyone.

Jorem- I would tell people how it’s done and remind the stupid people of how easy it is.

Mrs. Terila- I would be the leader, give everyone their task, emphasize on expectations, and offer my helping hand to any who ask.

3. What's your most valuable possession?

Juva - My mother’s locket.

Maralla - Love

Jorem - My diary

Mrs. Terila - My husband’s ring.

1. Which color do you hate?

Juva- Black. It’s the sign of all that is unknown, evil, and frightening.

Maralla- I’m actually quite fond of all of the colors, though red reminds me too much of blood. 

Jorem- Brown. It’s boring.

Mrs. Terila- Gray. It doesn’t look good on me.

2. If all the sounds in the world ceased to exist, which sound would you miss the most?

Juva- Birdsong

Maralla- Laughter

Jorem- My voice.

Mrs. Terila- All singing

3. What is the first rule you learned as a child?

Juva- The Fay are above us and the Higher Powers are above them. We must respect the Higher Beings who created this world and the faeryland. We must show that we are purehearted and good in nature to earn a place in the Otherworld.

Maralla- Obey Mother and Father and never stop hugging.

Jorem- Life is all about being happy. When Mom and Dad tell you to not touch a mad dog, they just don’t want you to get bit.

Mrs. Terila- Follow the example of the Order of Elders.

1.What would you say to yourself from the past?

Juva- I would tell myself to keep closer to Koti in hopes of preventing her from turning to the dark side. I would also tell myself to never break the oaths of my clan. 

Maralla- I would tell myself to be braver.

Jorem- I would tell myself to study magic sooner and spend more time practicing.

Mrs. Terila- I would tell myself to not waste my time when young as well as to not work so hard I burn out.

2. If you could send a message to your future self, what would it be?

Juva- Don’t break your oath.

Maralla- Keep spreading happiness.

Jorem- Great as it is to be a sorcerer, don't forget about the other precious moments in life.

Mrs. Terila- Don’t give up on hope.

3. If you could redo your life, is there a moment, an event, that you would never change?

Juva- I would never change taking the oath to be Maralla's keeper.

Maralla- I would never change the friendships I made with my keepers. 

Jorem- I would never change becoming a necromancer.

Mrs. Terila- I would never change marrying the man I loved.

1.What's your deepest regret?

Juva- That I didn’t realize how upset Koti was. I feel like I failed her as a friend.

Maralla- I couldn’t save my mother or my father.

Jorem- I was the only one who survived when my family and neighbors died in the fire caused by a dragon.

Mrs. Terila- Failing to catch the sorcerers who followed the demoness Arsha. 

2.What's your secret wish that nobody knows about?

Juva- To marry my crush.

Maralla- For everyone to visit the Faeryland.

Jorem- Make poison that could kill dragons. And…okay, I denied it, but it’s true. I would like to have a girlfriend. 

Mrs. Terila- Go hide out as a hare again.

3. If you were an animal, what would you be?

Juva- A horse, running and jumping elegantly.

Maralla- An ox. I admire how strong they are.

Jorem- A wolf. The teeth and claws would be handy.

Mrs. Terila- A hare. In fact, I have experience….

Tagging (No Pressure, and open!): @tryingtowritestuff24 @revenantlore @fairy-tales-of-yesterday @gottestod-writes @distortedsense @infinnative @primroseprime2019

Your Questions:

Are you good at telling jokes?

What do you believe is the worst crime someone could ever commit?

How do you decide what to do on a given day?

[incorrectreiwakamenriderquotes]

Vice: We should look at all the jobs in Final Fantasy V and see what we can use for the Final Fantasy V Four Job Fiesta.

Lovekov: That’s so many, kobu!

Vice : Your default job is a Freelancer, but once you get the Wind Crystal? Oh man! You can unlock the Knight. You can unlock the Monk, the Thief, the Black Mage AND the White Mage, and, I’m pretty sure this is new for Final Fantasy V, the Blue Mage.

Ikki: Oh no…

Vice: *listing off all the jobs* The Summoner. The Berserker, where it’s really bad if you get four of those, ‘cause you can’t heal.

Sakura: Make him stop…

Vice: The Mystic Knight—ooh the Mystic Knight sounds fun—or the Mime?! Ikki, have you ever thought about being the Mime?!

Ikki: Someone, kick me! Aaaaaa…

Vice: The Ninja, the Ranger… there’s the Earth Crystal Jobs: the Dragoon, the Dancer (that’s really good in Fire Emblem, I dunno how it works in Final Fantasy V)

Kagerou: Our dear brother is definitely going insane…

Daiji: This is a nightmare…

Vice: The Samurai, the Alchemist… and then, there’s the Game Boy exclusive jobs!

[fierce-in-the-forest]

Fret

Inspired by ‘Revolution’ by Unsecret

The room was cloaked in pitch black darkness as Y’shtola sat up, tangled in her bedding. The darkness didn’t matter though, for the witch, as the children liked to refer to her, saw in different ways. And oh Hydaelyn, what she had just seen….

She snapped her fingers to light the candle beside her bed as she rapidly redressed, the light not needed but rather a habit from when she was young. Images flooded in behind her eyes, the vision a skill she had long ago learned to contain but not necessarily control.

The girl she saw was a viera. Tall, but with short ears. One was chopped nearly in half but still hung. The girls hair was fire, and tumbled freely down her back as she stood atop a rock in the woods.

“The earth hungers for blood! One moment in time, to carve our names in fire!” The girl hoisted a sword to the sky. “This is a revolution!” she screamed.

“We’re rising up!” someone in the crowd hollered back.

Reidun. Her name was Reidun. And she did not belong there, in that place. Everything about the moment was wrong, bur yet, it would happen. And SOON.

Y’shtola plunged out the door, visualized where she wanted to be, and disappeared. She rematerialized outside the door where Alannah and Hien slept, knocking even before all her bits and pieces were back together. When there was no immediate answer, she let herself right in and yanked the blanket off their sleeping forms. “Dear lord in Hydaelyn, must you both sleep like the dead?”

Hien groaned as he rolled over and shook Alannah awake. “Lanne,” he slurred groggily, “Lanne, the witch is here.”

Ah, so he called her that too. She found she didn’t hate the title, truthfully. It was fine if they feared her, just a little.

Alannah peered at Y’shtola through the haze of sleep. “Y’shtola? What has happened?”

Instead of an answer, Y’shtola offered her hand and The Echo.

“The earth hungers for blood!” Reidun screamed again. “There’s a riot in us! Fate thickens the air, our time is near!”

Celestralia Wood, Alannah’s home, was ablaze.

The sword glistened in the light of the flame. It was a familiar sword, the engravings on the hilt were—

Alannah pulled back. “That is Hien’s sword. In. Celestralia Wood?”

Of the three of them, only Y’shtola knew how the sword would come to be there. How one day, many years from then, Hien would fall. The sword would be passed to his daughter, Saoirse, who would pass it to her twin brother, Char, who she felt more suited to carry it. And Char would pass it to his daughter, Reidun. But none of these things would come to pass for many, many years. Yet, somehow, it was happening now. Reidun was here. Y’shtola could not begin to explain the wrongness of it all.

Out loud, Y’shtola said, “The timeline is damaged. Something has gone very wrong.”

Alannah snatched Y’shtola’s hand again.

There was something else, something else about the girl on the rock. Her deep red hair cascaded against a cloak that sparkled by the light of the flame. The cloak was every color imaginable, depending on which way you approached. The girl, Reidun, wore a countenance inscribed with the deepest pain as she screamed, thrusting the sword to sky once more.

Alannah knew that cloak. “The time mage?”

Y’shtola nodded grimly. “Somehow, yes.”

Hien pulled on a shirt that had been discarded the night before on the floor beside the bed. “Pray explain?”

“We once made….an enemy.” That in itself was nothing new; it happened all the time by the very nature of who they were. Alannah donned her bow as she continued, “A very powerful enemy.”

“Who will stop at nothing to get back at you,” Y’shtola added, offering Alannah the cloak from the back of the door. “The tribe is in immediate danger. We must go to them, now.”

“Can we stop this?” Alannah reached for Hien’s hand, even as she knew he could not see what she saw.

“We must try.” To Hien, Y’shtola said, “You must remain behind. Be ready.” For if they failed, the witch knew that Doma would be next on the list of conquests.

Hien nodded, uncharacteristically solemn as he closed a hand around the hilt of the same sword the women had seen in the vision. To his wife, Hien said, “I love you.”

Hien and Alannah kissed until the moment of transfer, when Y’shtola pulled Alannah along the livestream to enter Celestralia Wood. The women were too late. The world was on fire. And before them, as they fully materialized, was Reidun.

“Grandmother.” The girl nodded, and then with zero hesitation, swung her sword in a cutting arc at Alannah’s neck as all around them the trees sang in flame.

[imsparky2002]

Mirrorverse Crossover - Juleka

Julebeast’s claws gripped tightly at the chair she was sitting in. The sorceress noticed this and flashed a taunting grin. “Honestly.” Juleficent cooed. “Can’t we put that little tiff we had last night behind us? Have a pleasant conversation?” The hero couldn’t help but let out a growl as she responded. “How could I ever have a pleasant conversation with you?” Juleficent’s grin grew even wider. “Nonsense! There’s plenty that we can talk about! Our love for the gothic culture, Our beloved Rose…” At the mention of their girlfriend, both Julekas felt themselves soften.

“She is truly one of a kind…” Julebeast replied wistfully. “A lovely petal in a sea of thorns.” The villainess nodded in agreement. “My candy queen is a beacon amongst this flock of mindless drones who believe in…goodness.” She said that last word as if took everything she could not to gag. Outside of the room, both Roses reacted to the words of gratitude by their partners. “See?” Roselle said to her counterpart. “Doesn't it feel nice to see them getting along?” The Candy Queen merely crossed her arms in reluctant agreement. “I suppose.” she muttered. They looked back at the bubble.

“I wonder, my dear, if I may trouble you with a question?” Juleficent asked. “About your... transformation. How on earth did you go from a noble to a beast?” The hero took a deep breath. ” Well…allow me to tell you a story. There once was a princess, lusted after by many.” Julebeast took a moment to scowl as she remembered the countless days having to worry if someone would see her either as a person or an object. “One of those idiots happened to be a decently powerful sorcerer. One night, he came to visit the princess, made his move. And, him being a smarmy little asshole, you can imagine how that went for him.” The villain genuinely looked disgusted. “I take it he was a lout.” She responded.

“Yes, so after she politely turned him down and asked him to leave, he continued to push. She turned him down again… I’m guessing you can put the pieces together from there.” The hero laughed bitterly as she finished her story.

“What a vile creature!” Juleficent hissed. “To think such pigs could exist in our worlds.” Julebeast could only stare at her in a shocked silence. “What?” Juleficent said, sounding hurt. “There’s being evil and then there’s being a crude and objectifying bastard.” The villains observing the conversation agreed.

“OFF WITH HIS HEAD!” screamed the Mad King, swinging his dagger at the air. “He'll be swimming with Davy Jones when I'm done with him!” Reshma Hook snarled, pulling out her sword. ”The lord frowns on such petty hubris!” Simon Frollo exclaimed. Kimton just rolled his eyes.  “You guys are freakin’ out over nothing. What’d he do that was so wrong? She’s the one who-” His remark was cut off when a large burlap fist slammed down upon his head. “I hope you ain’t ferget what happened th’ last time I caught ya disrespectin women?” Ivan Oogie growled. The villainous Kim could only mumble gibberish in response, his eyes struggling to focus due to the blow. Everyone turned back to the bubble to view the two Julekas.

“As infuriating as the actions of that fool who dares call himself a mage, Why did you let him get away with it?” Juleficent asked.

“Why do you throw a bitch fit anytime you get snubbed from a party” The hero countered, as Juleficent’s scepte began to glow.

“As previously discussed, it is a sign of disrespect I can not merely stand idly and tolerate. If you do not fear me, you do not respect me!” she said, haughtily. The hero snickered in response.

“You’re right, I do not fear or disrespect you. But I don’t need to keep you off of a RSVP list, I can just say it to your face.”

Juleficent twitched before deciding to go for the kill.

“Just like I can brag to your face that I never had to play Beehtoven on my transformed brother.”

This insult earned a scratch to the face from Julebeast. Before a brawl can start, both Roses burst into the room and hold their Julekas back.

“My licorice, don't let her get to you, she's not worthy!” QRC pleaded, wiping the blood from her girlfriend’s face. “Let's wait until they sleep, then we can kill 'em!”

The Mistress of Evil nodded, before taking a moment to calm herself. "You are right as always, my queen." she admitted. "Why waste the magnificence of my wrath on these fools?"

“Sweetie, I'm here for you, ok? I'm right here.” Roselle said, soothing JuleBeast down.

“I don’t know what it is about her, Petal. She just…” The hero growled in frustration.

“Knows how to get under your skin. Trust me, I know. You were right to not give in to thoughts of revenge. You'd have thrown your life away, and your own family.”

“I know. Thank you, Rose.” Julebeast responded, hugging her girlfriend while glaring at her counterpart. “But I still hope that dragon bitch gets what’s coming to her in the end.”

“Silly girl, everyone knows that whether hero or villain, the beast is always slain.” Juleficent replied, walking off to her besties Mylensula and YzAlya.

It's finally here! Sorry for the long wait, combo of writers block and school got in the way. It's not as big as some of the other confrontations but tempers are still flying high regardless. Once again thank you so much to @msweebyness for helping out with the dialogue and the idea. Make sure to reblog, reply post and ask for more. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

[theink-stainedfolk]

Penna Luna

"Long time ago, Magic in Fabrana was forbidden. Until the Mayor of Cromer forcibly removed the rule, just a year later, his son became the most powerful mage.

The saying goes, ‘Those who are Worthy, receive such blessings from the Heavens.’ But some undignified people see us as threats and look for any chance to erase us. Therefore, to protect us, and our culture, a young man who wishes his name to be a secret, formed a club, named Penna Luna. Our magic is as important as our arts as they are connected. People with wonderful talents in arts shall be sponsored by the club. And our arts and culture shall live long. Thank you.”

Chairwoman Lindsey Vincent Saville stepped down from the podium as the crowd cheered and clapped. Her son, Arsene Vincent Saville guided her to her seat.

"That wasn't the complete quote,was it?” Arsene whispered.

“‘Those who are Worthy, receive such blessings from the Heavens, and thus are worthy of ruling the earth.’ is the complete quote." Chairwoman Lindsey said.

“No wonder the obsidian circle hates us.” Arsene smirked.

Lindsey looked at him, eyeing him suspiciously. “Where is your Amulet?”

“Ah, that…" he scratched his neck. "I gave it to someone who is supposed to protect me here…." He mumbled

"What difference would it make?" Lindsey sighed.

"Well he will be guarding me, i won't die but he might get hurt so to protect him-and myself of course I made this very difficult decision to-"

"Ah yes, you've explained yourself enough, dear son. Where is your guardian angel anyway?" She said, eyes searching for that one person.

"Oh." He said, smirking. "Over there." Lindsey followed his gaze. Very far ahead stood a young man, wearing a 3 piece suit, circular glasses perched on his nose. Eyes begging to leave as fast as possible. Lindsey knew he threatened the boy immediately after looking at his very bored but alert eyes. She turned to look at his son, who's whole face was covered in amusement.

"Why him? Is he trained?" She asked.

"Well," he rested his elbow on the armrest and placed his slender fingers on his lips, hiding a smile that was seen by Lindsey.

"Luna is a nobleman, he has to present here, Stella is also a nobleman, Caelum is organizing this event, and me, Solis is here and him, Nox is neither a nobleman nor someone supposed to be invited. Moreover, I did him a favor so he ought to do this for me."

"Poor boy, he got involved with you."

"Do you think I might be torturing him or something?" He turned to look at her with a bewildered expression.

"Aren't you?” She raised a brow.

Arsene scoffed and looked away as if he was guilty. Lindsey was called in a separate school council meeting leaving Arsene alone. 

When Arsene finally tried to put all his focus on Him, Nox, again, he was gone from his previous position. He tried looking for him but he couldn't move from his seat. He suddenly felt a presence behind him.

"Do not move, Saville." Said a voice sternly.

"Are you getting back at me Nox?" Arsene smiled 

"I said don't move. Someone is spying on you." Nox said.

"Who is it, and why are you here?" Arsene kept looking forward as if nothing serious was going on.

"The man is Wentworth Coombes. He was invited instead of the head of Galriara Academy Of Spells, Patrick Hatteclyff. He isn't a magic user."

"Patrick is suspicious." Arsene said.

"No, Patrick is stupid. He didn't notice a man from The Obsidian Circle infiltrated the magic school." Nox said. He was panicking but was trying his best not to show and he was successful.

"And how did you notice it?"

"Every normal person I've met isn't from the magic society or from the Obsidian Circle. I can recognise magic users as they aren't shy to hide all the magic glamor in the Cromer capital especially. But The Obsidian Circle's people have this tiny, almost unseeable tattoo behind their right ear. It is an olive wreath. I can't believe no one has ever noticed that by now."

"Damn those people. We are not doing anything but supporting a bunch of artists regardless of the person being a magic user or not. Why do they have a problem with such a nice act?" Arsene sighed and tried getting up but was pushed back down by Nox.

"Because they believe that it is a front and it is. Do not move." Nox pressed his hand on Arsene's shoulder, hard.

"I supported you didn't I?" He winced, removing Nox's hand.

"Yes and it is suspicious. No matter how grand your art and ancient culture preservation club is, The Obsidian Circle still considers people like you a threat. Who knows what you people might do."

"Wow, if I hadn't snatched you in time, you might have joined The Obsidian Circle." Arsene laughed.

"Yes, and I'd be perfect for it and my first target would have been you."

"Ouch Nox, you hurt my feelings."

"Shhh! He is coming here, don't move, and don't look back no matter what happens make my job easier please." Nox pleaded and Arsene obliged. Nox stood as straight as he could as Wentworth Coombes passed by him. Nox noticed a shining object hiding in his sleeves as he passed by. Nox slightly shifted his position so all of his body was now covering Arsene. The shining object was also sharp and it pierced him instead of Arsene. Wentworth didn't care and moved away quickly.

Nox tightly gripped Arsene's both shoulders and he felt the pain hitting. "I informed Luna and Stella but they are a bit busy with the guests. Caelum has already set his eyes on him." He felt the pain tearing him apart but he neither winced nor cried."You will leave after your mother comes but you have to go and help Caelum, he can't be alone." He was panting.

"What about you? Will you go home and rest? Was this job too much for you?" Arsene scoffed.

"Yeah you jerk… I'll go to rest. This…. This was too much…"

Arsene felt something was wrong. "What is wrong with you? Why is your voice like that?"

"Like what?" Nox felt his legs going weak and his mind numb.

"Like you…. I don't know, like you are in pain-" as soon as the words left his mouth, Nox collapsed on his shoulder. Arsene quickly turned behind him to see a breathless and pale Nox.

"What the hell?!? How did this happen?!!" He got up and went to Nox and held him in his arms.

"I figured The Obsidian Circle knows that you might cast a protection spell stuff so to defeat you they might bring something more powerful. And my hunch was correct. I placed the Amulet back in your breast pocket so that if I wouldn't be there, you might be still protected. The Amulet might be able to keep you safe. So to be better safe than sorry, I did my job."

".....Fuck you Zenith Kahler. I gave it to you so you could protect yourself!! I knew you would protect me but who would protect you?! That's why I gave it to you!!"

"But it was my job not yours." He panted.

"Fuck…." Arsene carried him on his back. The whole event was now in ruckus. A person was stabbed and Arsene Vincent Saville was carrying him out. "You are smart but sometimes so dumb it physically hurts me."

"But …. The event."

"You are going to the hospital with me. Fuck this event, fuck everything, fuck you." Arsene spat out angrily.

"Heh… you can try.." Nox, Zenith Kahler mumbled as his eyes failed to remain open.

Arsene took his personal car to the hospital and stayed a day with him. Wentworth Coombes was caught, and Penna Luna were waiting for Arsene to arrive to take care of the matter himself.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

I always have this feeling about Castle Village is that it’s not as lively as Pelican Town, like everything there is like an empty desert. There are not much trees growing there, no snow, no cold weather, flowers are rare over there.

What are your views on it? I wanna hear your opinion.

I have to disagree, dear anon, about Castle Village not being as lively as Pelican Town. Well, there's nothing in Crimson Baldlans but a perpetually howling bloody sandstorm and merciless monsters - that's undeniable. But thanks to wizards and witches (special credit to Camilla), people were able to find a home even in the literal hell on earth.

From the size of the concept-art that FlashShifter showed, and my perception before watching the interview, gave me an idea that the place is pretty big. Probably a bit bigger than Pelican Town itself (that's if you exclude the railroad area, the beach and the forest).

Of course, given the closed nature of the village itself and the fact that only Camilla decides who is allowed to enter, it makes it clear that you can't expect an influx of tourists. However, don't forget that the Castle Village is the main coven and gathering centre for all adventurers and wizards in the whole Republic, where you can buy a new sword, enchant amulets, stock up elixirs, sell valuable monster loot, learn to develop your magical talent, hone your swordsmanship, or just be in the company of people who work as hardened monster hunters. The many who have been given permission to step onto this land and purchase property, as well as the number of indigenous people who were born in the Village, will cumulatively make up the same number of people as in our good old Pelican Town.

As for the setting of the town itself - I always thought that the walls of Castle Village were built around a magical oasis that allowed people to live here, providing a source of fresh water and food resources, and protecting the oasis from corrupt magic was the job of the Ministry of Magic, Camilla in particular, since she was the one who lived here.

I always thought Crimson Baldlans was just an ordinary desert with unusual oases. Dark magic of unknown origin slowly but surely consumed the entire desert over a long period of time, but the magic that surrounded the oases tried to resist the dark onslaught. Unfortunately, it was not possible to resist for too long (to prove my headcanon, I will give the example of that black lake in Crimson Baldlans, where we could fish in the game). There was only one oasis left, the most important one, and the wizards of the time realized that their only hope of salvation lay in this little scrap of life in the middle of an already corrupted desert, as it held the secret to fighting this dark magic. The people built walls, put up a magical shield and began to study and guard the oasis. Some were immersed in the search for answers to this important question, others just wanted to live without worries, mages and adventurers settled here, started a family, the settlement grew, and we have what we have.

By the way, I'll add that one of my favourite headcanons that I've never written about here (or did, but forgot lol) is that once in a while Camilla opens up for a day or two for all the merchants that somehow know about the Castle Village to enter here so they can sell their wares and buy raw materials from the local merchants. A sort of event where there's a bazaar in the centre of the village, so there's even more people for a while (Thanks to this ambient that inspired this idea): 👇

https://youtu.be/8uRtW8lBe0I?si=19f49CEV1_IYIVg5

The climate is a bit more complicated, because time and weather in the village itself under the magic dome now flows differently: it's always, I think, a warm spring (late spring, when it should smoothly turn into a hot summer, to be even more precise), while everything outside the walls of the impregnable fortress has nothing that hints at life but a searing sun, a desert storm, and certain death. I swear, some of the natives are sure to complain that Crimson Baldlans has "heat worse than Hell".

I don't usually focus on comparing the world building of SDV and SVE with the real world, but the setting, buildings, objects that I saw in the latest teaser from FlashShifter about the Castle Village reminded me of Egyptian motifs, and the Middle East in general. I could be wrong, it's just my guess, so feel free to write about your theories!

So, conclusion:

For me, the Castle Village is provided as a hub for all monster hunters, adventurers, mages, wizards and people who are not sceptical or fearful of magic. Each house is an impregnable fortress of dark stone, the same as the walls of the Village. The main magical academy and the most imposing Adventurers Guild towers above this houses. There is sand everywhere, and only a few places have emerald grass, flowers, ponds and gardens of extraordinary beauty with many different plants and sculptures. Everywhere there is the smell of spices, the noise of markets, laughter in taverns, the clinking of blades, and the air is saturated with magic.

Nevertheless, there is gloom, isolation from the world and a huge graveyard, reminding all residents and visitors to the Continent of Galdora that this is not a perfect blooming paradise and how easy it is to lose one's life. That the vast number of graves are but a small fraction of those fallen heroes who gave everything to protect this place, for many of their fellows still walk around as soulless shells, shadows of their former selves. That almost all of the part of the place they call home is a cursed land that will spare no one.

[our-magical-world]

❀ My fantasy DR ❀

NOTE: I haven't shifted yet, this is based on my script and ideas for this DR

This DR is based on a story I started writing with a friend a long time ago. It has always been very special to me, my happy place. It's a mix of all my favorite fantasy worlds with some original elements (heavily inspired by Middle Earth, but we added elements from all our favorite books and shows, and over time started developing our own lore).

In this DR, I'm a warrior. I'm also very similar to my CR self (but braver and stronger, I guess). I was rescued by my teacher at a young age, and he taught me to fight, to use a sword, and many other things (including how to survive on the roads and in that world). I ended up traveling with a mage, an elf ranger and a knight. We're on a quest to save the world from evil forces, but each of us has their own personal goals, and on the way we visit many different places and go on lots of adventures, get stronger and, as we spend more and more time together, our bonds as friends and allies (and lovers) also grow stronger. I've always admired knights and one of my personal goals is to become one of them, so, to nobody's surprise, I ended up falling in love with the knight in my party.

I always find it hard to talk about this DR because it's so dear to me, it feels so intimate and personal, and I don't want to give too many details in case a certain someone finds this blog and recognizes it someday. So I'll leave it here, but feel free to ask questions if you have any!

Bonus: My style in my fantasy DR

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OC Interview Tag!

Thanks for the tag @mysticstarlightduck ! prev

I'll do it for Deyana <33 she's been on my miiiiiiind as you might know hahaha. We will set this a few weeks into Cellchan (:

Are you named after anyone?

"Yes, a dear friend of my mother's. She was a very talented mechanic and pilot—very unusual career path for those in our community, but my mother loved her dearly."

When was the last time you cried?

"Hours ago, maybe. It's hard enough to find time to grieve, and now I waste my energy on physical pain and what is essentially t-torture—and I can't even cry in peace. It's messy, and I'm always alone and I just... I just... Hours ago. I last cried hours ago."

Do you have kids?

"No, and I likely never will. Unfortunate... I quite like children, and have always wanted some of my own.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"And where would I get the energy for that?"

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"Most recently, how they can harm me, what type of threat they are. I try to read their intentions. Before all of this, it was always the energy they carried with them. Not everyone was a mage in my village, and if they were, it was important to know their skill level so as to not accidentally harm them with overexposure. "

What’s your eye color?

"Dark brown. A deep, rich colour like the earth below ancient trees. That's how the elders would describe it, in fewer words of course."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Happy endings. I know what my reality is. Is it so bad to wish for a distraction? ...it is, isn't it..."

Any special talents?

"To many, all associated skills that come with magehood seem like talents. I maintain that most everything can be learned. Although, I am not humble enough to deny I have no skill in illusions and light manipulation. I am one of the best in my area. Maybe there was a bit of talent involved. Not that it matters anymore... At the very least I hope I can still make pottery. I was quite good at that. Enjoyed it, too."

Where were you born?

"I was born in my mother's hometown Istr on Luar, not very far from the big city Silstrir. I was lucky to grow up in one of the close knit neighbourhoods before starting to move around. "

Do you have any pets?

"No. Pets are not quite common where I'm from. You would struggle to even find a familiar. "

What sports do you play?

"None, not truly. I was learning Luarian martial art as part of mage training though. Elder Kieya always encouraged me to refine my physical combat skills in tandem with my spellwork. If only I could go back... Knock myself upside the head for not truly understanding. However, I suppose I am skilled enough with a staff."

How tall are you?

"I believe I am perfectly average for once. Marciel, Torg, and Amsok are all taller than me, although Amsok is hardly taller. while Linra, Zinc, and Zeyver are shorter. Zeyver is closest to my height but is far more imposing than I. I believe I am still considered tall by local standards."

What was your favorite subject in school?

"Perhaps a tie between thaumaturgy and art. The science of spellwork paired with the creative process of design was a splendid combination I could enjoy studying. They are quite interconnected—it is hard to imagine one without the other. "

What is your dream job?

"I was aspiring to become an elder in my community, with a focus on the arcane. Before, I wanted to follow my parents footsteps towards academia and preserve art. I had only ever wanted a quiet life..."

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January 2023 Books

The Sylvia Game by Vivien Alcock (reread)

Still enjoyed it.

The Mysterious Mr. Ross and The Stonewalkers by Vivien Alcock

Very different books but both good in their ways, although I preferred the former, despite its (intentionally) vague ending.

Time Cat by Lloyd Alexander

It was cute (time traveling shenanigans with a cat!), but I doubt I will feel compelled to read it again.

Moongarden by Michelle A. Barry

The Secret Garden but a sci-fi school story, which sounds like a fantastic premise. The worldbuilding was its strongest, most interesting point; it's set in a future where the earth is considered uninhabitable and plants are viewed as dangerous, so the garden analogue is not only secret but highly forbidden. The robin is a little robot. There's a subplot about cloning and how such people fit into this world's society. STEM careers are magical-ish gifts that some (not all) people are born with and that manifest physically as marks on the body.

...the characterization, though? Not as intriguing and not really parallel to that of the original story. The themes of emotional neglect are absent. Myra (the Mary analogue) has absent and imperfect but still genuinely concerned parents, and she reads more like the standard angry YA protagonist than a parallel in personality to detached and contrary Mary Lennox. The Colin analogue is an obnoxious popular student with a difficult relationship with his father...and there's not much else to him. Themes of disability/illness, either physical or mental, are absent. There didn't seem to be a Dickon analogue? Some of his role went, I think, to the Ben Weatherstaff analogue, who plays a significant role. While I can't fault the book for taking a different direction with the characters, the result wasn't especially effective for me. I didn't find most of the cast very interesting to read about since their personalities and conflicts seemed more standard YA fare than anything else. Character development is much of the point of The Secret Garden, and it was disappointing to find this element underdone in a retelling that really has more in common with its original through basic plot points than themes. It's possible to maintain the heart of the story one is retelling while developing it in new directions, but I don't think this book accomplished that, although its world and concepts are indeed innovative.

This is the beginning of a trilogy, and I'm curious enough about the world to probably continue with the next book whenever it comes out.

A Clock of Stars: The Greatest Kingdom by Francesca Gibbons

The conclusion of this series. While I did enjoy revisiting these characters and the world, I felt this one was the weakest installment. The pacing at the beginning dragged, and the characterization didn't always work. (What was the point of Kazimira--no relation to our dear Cazda, of course--and why wasn't she allowed to undergo character development?) I am very very tired of the currently popular trope of royalty abandoning their responsibilities to concentrate on their own fulfillment--and that turns up here, even though briefly it looked as if Miro was getting some new perspective on ruling. SPOILERS: he renounces his titles to further develop his new shapeshifting powers, but nothing is ever said about the fate of his kingdom. Is it left to the mercy of the slimy regent Miro was so eager to escape? Why is he so unconcerned about at least making sure his people are taken care of? Why can't he be both a monarch and a shapeshifting mage?

Between Shifts by W. R. Gingell

I feel like it's still too early in this series for me to have a solid opinion of anything?

The Star That Always Stays by Anna Rose Johnson

I enjoyed this one, both the nostalgic style and the unique angle of the heroine's background. Unlike some reviewers on Goodreads, I didn't have a problem with the presence of religious elements, but I think they could have been incorporated into the story more smoothly from the beginning. It comes almost out of nowhere (Norvia's faith isn't a prominent concern for her until suddenly it is? and supporting characters develop a devoutness that ostensibly has been there along but hasn't been particularly noticeable before) after the main conflict among the merging families has been resolved. Weaving these themes into the narrative more explicitly from the beginning would have strengthened their impact. Nevertheless, the book is highly readable and the characters are compelling, and I will be rereading this one.

Urchin of the Riding Stars by M. I. McAllister

A gift from @brown-little-robin! I read this ages ago as a teenager and had no particular memory of it, so it was fun to revisit it (with your doodles calling attention to certain passages!). Thank you so much!

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness (reread)

Reread after being given the book. Sometimes it is necessary to read something sad.

Moira's Pen by Megan Whalen Turner

I'm not as deep into this series as a lot of people here, so I can't give a detailed analytical review, but I liked the book overall and have questions about the tantalizing hints of characters' futures and descendants.

No significant comics reading in January, although I did a lot of rereading and digging around through individual issues for a post I was researching that's still in the works (by which I mean it's languishing ignored in my drafts right now).

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Another one shot from Dragon Age since I started the game all over again:

This is from the Hinterlands they have just talked to Mother Giselle. This Lavellan speaks very little common tongue. He’s scared and doesn’t want to give the Seeker any excuse to make him tranquil so he keeps things to himself even injuries. This little text is Casandra seeing our sleeping herald in a different light for the first time.

Cassandra stretch, it must have been nearly two hours now? It’s hard to to tell in the dark. She bitterly regret taking third guard shift. She prefers being first or last. But the Herald made it clear he wanted first shift. As much as he could make it anyway. His common tongue is awful, and littered with eleven. And it’s not always easy to understand him.

There is only two tents in this stupid camp just of Redclif farm, and she is not sharing with Varric, which means she got the Herald. Cassandra know nothing of the Dalish and she does not trust mages. So the less time she has to spend sleeping next to the knife ear the better. She would never call him that out loud of course. And although she has seen no proof of him killing the Divine. She can not bring herself to trust him. And why should she? He’s a mage and a en elf..

He’s everything she’s been taught to fear and hate. And he is not exactly trusting himself. All jumpy and wired his ears constantly moving and flicking like a scared dear. He clearly does not like humans much and Cassandra need to keep an eye out. She’s here to make sure he doesn’t run off at first opportunity or die closing a small rift, he’s a means to an end nothing more.

Light footsteps break her thoughts, it’s Solas who’s come to take his shift.

“All is well I hope?” He gives her a gentle smile.

She’s not sure she trusts Solas either but she trust him more than the Herald.

“Yes nothing to report”.

“Good get some rest Lady Seeker. And you needn’t worry our Dalish friend is asleep.”

Cassandra huffs and walk of. She holds the lantern high so she can see.

The light dance on the red Canvas and she can make out the shape of him on the left side. She sets the lantern just outside and get in, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dark. His head is away from the entrance, the cascade of read hair is everywhere, how can a man have this much hair? She wonders. He’s on his belly, face towards her.

She can se the white tattoo on his face. And she just now realises that his tattoo stretch under his jaw and along the neck where it fan out to his shoulders.

He’s not wearing a shirt, or much of anything she guess. The bed roll cover his back but not his legs which are bare as well.

Sweet Andraste elves do not value modesty.

She must admit to some curiosity however.

She has never seen what a knife ear actually look like. She can’t help herself and let her eyes wander the length of his body.

To her surprise he is well built at least from what she can see. Long lean muscles in his arms and legs, his pointed ears move slightly when he breathes. She guess that he relax the muscles in his ears when he sleeps.

His left hand stretched out above his head, even with his palm towards the earth she can still see the glow of the anchor. His arm is scattered with wounds; thin red lines zigzagging up to his elbow. It must be from the conclave.

His right arm is tucked underneath the pillow, Cassandra suddenly notice his right leg. There’s long deep wounds from his knee to his foot. A Sylvain, by the look of it.

Fresh as well, he must have gotten clawed when the fought the demon possessed wolfs. She taught she heard him cry out in pain.

And somehow he walked all this way without saying a word. He’s cleaned it up and left his leg out to give the wounds air, to avoid an infection.

He groans in his sleep and roll over to his back. Cassandra can feel her cheeks burn, but to her relief he is wearing his small clothes.

Not that she should be looking anyway. She is Cassandra Penthgast ;right hand of the Devine a Seeker of truth not some bar wench. And he is a knife ear ;a savage Dalish from across the sea. A tool to close the breach nothing more.

Still she sneaks a peek, solid muscles in his chest a long rib cage. A lot more ribs than humans she guess. And again the tattoo fans out just under his collarbone which are more slanted than a humans. And meet at his solaris plexus in the same pattern as his face. The white lines are a stark contrast to his tanned skin.

She won’t say it’s beautiful but it’s certainly eye catching.

She can se the stitches at the bottom of his rib cage this she know is from the conclave. Adan had to remove 4 ribs or like he said it “pick out pieces of crushed bone. It’s going to scar.

She let her eyes wander to his hips, and suck in air as to stop herself from looking anymore. His ears flicker and he looks at her. His elven eyes glow in the dark. The first time she saw it, was in Haven’s dungeon and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking demon. But according to Leliana elves can see in the dark like cats.

So now she’s more prepared, “Lady Seeker?”

His voice thick with sleep.

“Yes.” She responds, and lies down still in her shirt and trousers. She value her modesty even he does not.

He chuckles and rolls over with his back towards her. She can hear his breath becoming even. He must trust her a little? Being willing to sleep safely next to her. She breathes and take her trousers of at least. He clearly has no plans to hurt her, maybe it’s more to this Dalish savage? At the bare minimum he seem to have manners.

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Charcherry Weekly - Issue 131

Hello everyone, Mage of Light Nick Card here! There was definitely a lot packed into one day! We got an entire week to cover though.

At the beginning of the week, Rogue of Heart Charles focused upon trying to repair the prospitian warship that he had attempted to use last week. This resulted in them somehow accidentally yeeting off at warp speed 4 into space. Because of this, Charles decided it would be a much better idea to use a speedboat instead.

On the day of the expedition, Charles spent a considerable amount of time getting the boat deployed and ready. Along with him, the available initial expedition team was comprised of Samus Kitten, Mage of Life Blaze, and your dear newsletter writer. We boarded via the newer transportalizer pad set up near the pokemon center in Unity Village and rode the waves for a long while. Eventually however some weird stuff started happening. The first notable thing was that our sylladexes were replaced with a different inventory system, known as the "ZGASCI". It is assumed that it stands for "Zero Grist Alchemy Setup Construction Interface", as that seems to describe how it operates. However, it is plainly clear that its more of an upgrade to the minecraft modus to give it breaking, crafting, and building capabilities, in addition to storage. I'm assuming that the "break" function (which can be activated by punching) converts an effected something into an abstracted cube form, which can be upgraded by equipping specialized tools that it is programmed to be compatible with. These details however were not recognized until later. Soon after the inventory change, a mysterious lazor attempted to slash the speedboat in half! Soon enough, the boat sank and we were left to navigate the waves towards the closest dry land. By sheer luck I managed to be equipped with the LEGG, though it could only activate swim assist mode. Eventually, we made it to dry land and soon found the mostly intact wreckage of the speedboat. All equipment was in place, but it was quite clear that the boat was not in any condition to be driven. Fortunately the healing machine still worked. Beginning to explore the land, it was clear that the pokemon population is quite high and varied, though largely unconfrontational (though there were still encounters from time to time). I used this opportunity to train Pory the porygon, using the old switch-out technique for safety. It was soon after this that the capabilities of the ZGASCI were dscovered. From then on, I let my minecraft instincts take over. It was rather unfortunate that there was only one pokeball I could find and that was one that Charles had found dropped by a voltorb. Predictably, it did not work and was broken after single attempt to use. A sustainable source of pokeballs has yet to be found here. While there, Samus established a base of sorts, though the low ceiling made standing up difficult. Eventually however, the transportalizer pad dried out enough for use and most of the party went back home. I opted to go mining and found a variety of rocks and minerals. I replaced the flooring and crafted a purple chair. Not long after, I retired for the time being and transportalized back home. I do wonder what other wonders that land has in store. Also, what to call it, as Charles keeps calling it "Greenland", despite the confusing nature of a familiar name of a landmass from earth. I propose calling it the Verdant continent, since that's a cooler way to say green without confusion.

Movie night!

Upcoming movie: Dracula (1992) Date of viewing: February 6th, 2023 Location: AC Memorial Robotics Lab, Desertia Town

Please contact powerKitten if you plan on showing up.

This week’s known market stands in Desertia Town:

Katie’s potion stand (*CaFAI filling in for Katie when unavailable)

Brae’s canned goods stand (currently closed for the time being)

shinyjiggly pokesnacks stand (ran by Rufus)

That does it for this week. There were some other things that happened, though most of them were too private to publish. As for what you had gone through lately, Hyacinth, I'm unsure what to make of it, only that I hope you can find peace with it, if not find a way to undo what had been done. Stay strong out there. Because of technical difficulties with mspfa lately, there has been a momentary pause in left beef updates until resolved. https://letssosl.boards.net/thread/359/charcherry-weekly-issue-131

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there’s one more Evera post coming after this

Draulgorth is the eldest of the earth schools and as well known as one could expect. Unlike the others, it sits at the center of a twisting ravine. The red stone building hidden from view by a dense canopy. It's pathways are nearly impenetrable without invitation. It is a curving river of green through a land scorched dry. Life fights tooth and nail to survive in spite of death, scorning the uncaring visage of Helvica. More than simple determination is required to walk beneath the school's grimacing archway. It takes the willingness to lose all that came before one entered its halls. At first glance this appears contradictory to the teachings of Evera. There are no lines, no tests in nature that crowns one more worthy than another. But Draulgorth is no test. It is a shield. One that was formed from the red rock beneath it by our Lady of Earth. To hide a noble lady and her lover as they fled a war which would destroy their country.

We are called the children of Evera for this reason. She does not simply give us the power to mold the world around us. When we call out for her in dire situations, those with a strong enough will are granted the keys to create something entirely new. What was meant as a safe haven for one who watched the world she knew disappear, became the first stone of a road we still walk. Though the other schools lay in groves teeming with life and color, we are the same. A place of safety as the waves of time bring their changes.  But what is this to do with the schools of today? That noble lady I speak of was no stranger to magic. Neither was her partner, a great earth mage in their own right. It was their power combined that shaped the stone as the enemy charged in. It was their desperate pleas to save the other that moved Evera's heart, quickening the growth of seeds into trees with trunks far wider than seen before. To them she spoke the words, "The fighting will rage on and through it this will be home for all. If they are strong in spirit a rough journey awaits. You must be prepared to nurse what ails them."

The hope Evera gave on that day remains our greatest goal. That when the need is greatest we will carry the worries of a mundane world on our shoulders. We will act as the stone that appears before the sky can crash upon their heads. We are mortal, yes, but we were not given gifts just to squander them when the balance cries out. To pass from the inner circle of our schools out into the world, each student learns just what this task entails. Through trials that call for the sacrifice of tokens, ideals, that they've held through the years. It is only when they learn to fight through the inherent unfairness of struggle that they can truly fulfill their duty. It is only once they accept this final loss will they become that staunch protector who exists only in the now. Ready for what the moment requires without the shackles of the past.

History stretches back through aeons, only our Lady could hope to see every seed sprout. Though the most important lessons are recorded so even a nonmage can embrace their wisdom. To do more than this is not our concern. Leave the importance of family lines to those caught in petty squabbling. They care only for a future where they exist, in one form or another. Our mages must still fight for a world where their name is never known. The natural order is more important than glory. There may be one we hold dear who walks with us, but the way of earth is frequently devoid of all but duty. Our lady calls those who are the most suited for this isolation. Instead of letting ourselves become arrogant from this realization, we remember even stone can shatter.

What is to be done if our responsibility grows larger than the mage? When one patch of dirt does not suit the plant we must change the dirt, not the plant it was meant to hold. Some mages travel the world only to end their days teaching new mages. Some fade into the crowds of the cities, seeing the small problems to be more deserving of their magic. Hope is needed in many hours of the day. The greatest among the Lady's children follow her call to wherever it may lead.

- Teachings of Draulgorth, School of Earth

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thinking about commissioning a piece w/ all 6 gods together when all of the stories are posted. so if you like these your support is appreciated 💕