#TheRona

[strawberryroomba]

A Story from Therona, my fantasy world

A horned woman stood in the forest of cherry blossom trees as the sun began its descent and the moon shone upon the land. Even so, she could see the flames and forks of the humans approaching. Tensions between the humans- who already lived on the surface- and the demons- who migrated from the depths- were at an all time high. Demons had been accepted into a village deep in the Takagama Islands, and it was clear the humans from the other nations were deeply dissatisfied with this course of action. Even when the angels of the heavens, whom the humans worshiped like gods, told them to accept the demons as the humans had accepted the angels, the humans took it as a test of faith, and decided to hunt the demons.

"One of them! Arm yourselves!" shouted the army of humans approaching the forest.

"Ah yes, attacking an unarmed maiden in the forest with spears and fire. How honorable. Such things will surely earn you favor with the divine," said the horned woman.

"Silence, damned one! You and your kind do not belong here! Return from whence you came, or face the consequences of your actions!" shouted one of the humans in the front. Some others agreed and cheered, while others stayed silent and held their weapons firmly.

"You preach the word of peace and acceptance, yet when you see the demons from the depths below, you shriek and cower before us, and have your strongest and bravest fight us, rather than protecting the young and weak from the monsters that plague your land," said the horned woman, crossing her arms.

"Monsters? Hah! You are the monsters here! Your horns and wings, your tails and eyes, they are unnatural! They are an afront to the Mother Goddess and her children!" shouted the humans.

"We're the monsters? You seem to be sorely mistaken. Let me put it this way. You've become the very thing you swore to destroy," the horned woman said. One of the humans was about to say something but she stopped him, "When we first arrived here on the surface you concocted lies about us. You said we were murderers, savages, here to take over the surface one life at a time, and that we were worshippers of The King of Order. All because the place we came from is beneath yours. Yet now, you are the ones who do these things. You siege our villages, kill our men, imprison our young, and ensure that the survivors- if any- have no homes to return to after you bring destruction. If anything, you are the ones who worship The King of Order. Much like him, you spread messages of peace and goodwill, while in reality you sow seeds of destruction and entropy, staining the land of the Mother Goddess with the blood of innocent depths dwellers. So tell me, who are the real monsters here?"

The humans stood silent. They looked angered and offended that a demon would even suggest that the humans were the monsters.

"I will now leave you with a choice. For those of you who value your lives, leave this place and return to your families, and give up this foolish crusade. For those of you who would lay down your lives for this belief... make peace with the gods you worship, for they cannot save you now."

The humans stood stalwart. It seemed they didn't take the horned woman's threat seriously. Of course they wouldn't. They thought demons were too afraid to even get close to them, after all, they had symbols of the Mother Goddess on their person.

"We shall not return and rest until every demon is purged from the surface. You and your kind will be known as monsters who threatened the peace of the surface, just as you have." said one of the humans in the front.

"Very well. I pray to the Lord of the Depths, forgive me for what I must do," whispered the horned woman.

The humans began to charge at the horned woman. Or rather, they attempted to begin charging. In an instant, the land around them, fertile and verdant, became a desolate wasteland covered in ebony flames that could only come from the deepest depths of the abyss. The horned woman stood at the center of the desolate land she had created. The ashes of the human army sat on the ground as the fire around them crackled. The horned woman would turn around, and retreat into the forest. Her job was done, and she ensured to ask for the forgiveness of the Mother Goddess.

To this day, the desolate plane in the middle of the forest remains, confusing travelers and making historians wonder who exactly the woman was that day.

[caroldanversenthusiast]

waiting on the corner of needington and fifth🫠

[therona]

Hello! I'm Therona

Hello~ This is Therona or rather the account dedicated to Therona, a fantasy world and hopefully future story being worked on by me (@strawberryroomba). This is account is pretty much just so I can just scream about my OCs and Worldbuilding into the void, and whoever wants to see it, can.

Most posts on this account will pretty much just be text posts and lore about the world that I have. If anyone does end up seeing this, feel free to ask any questions that you may have, I feel like sharing things.

[velvet-apricots]

eh you know what? fuck it. Ensha ftm and is Gideon Ofnir's finger maiden.

I originally was along the lines Therona was Gideon's maiden, but if Gideon has a great rune as is implied by Enia, then he must have met his maiden at some point, and Therona never found her Tarnished. U_U

either one is good though, depending on what you are going for.

[insidi0summoved]

& therona mcashten. 〃 @huntrcsss

There was something always so delightful in seeing surprise coloring someone's expression when the witch was to suggest something that could have been deemed out of the ordinary.  " What ?  Not keen on finding out if it's a possibility that exist ? "  His tone light, the slightest hint of mirth laced in his questions.

A chuckle was soon to follow, and Nick found himself raising a brow of his own.  " Me ?  Even when you are the one who came up with the idea. "  A pause and a shrug was offered.  " I see how it is, but that's okay with me. "  His tone far too amused.  " Lets wake up some dead, perhaps they'll even enjoy it, after all it's been a while since I visited them. "

[hag-o-hags]

got my therona shot, FINALLY, after being stymied and waylaid SO. MANY. TIMES.

For the record, 1) this is the first one I've had since getting the plague. 2), boosters two and three were absolutely no big thing. But 3), the first shot left me in a feverish, sweating heap praying for a merciful death for the 12 sickest hours of my LIFE. Which leads me to 4), the flu shot absolutely kicked my ass this year in a way it never has before, and at 9 hours out from getting stabbed I think I should prepare my last will and testament.

So anyway I have an appointment with Rheumatology next week.

[wereguy77]

Game stuff Intro and Base Line info

Basic information: Approximately 6500 years before game start, a mighty empire fell, and fell hard. Earthquakes, a continent split into two, devastation on a global scale. Civilization collapsed and took a couple of millennia to rise again in scattered kingdoms that were largely dominated by one or two species. About 1500 years before game start, a new empire arose on one continent, and, by the time our heroes enter the story, is on a gentle decline: growing autonomy in the provinces, a largely decadent and responsibility-averse aristocracy, and a large imperial bureaucracy that keeps the whole shambling mess rolling somehow. A large bureaucracy ensures a relatively high degree of literacy, and the average standard of living is also higher than average for a slowly crumbling empire.

Quick geography:

In the south and southwest is Therona Province, home to the imperial capital and the University of Therona, and populated by every sentient species in the empire, particularly tieflings and dragonborn. Up the eastern coast are the Seamist Mountains and Rivermount Province, home of dwarves and dragons, and the seat of the empire's manufacturing might. The population is mostly dwarves, with a heavy salting of gnomes, humans, and dragonborn in the friendlier foothill regions. The center of the continent is Marchers' Moor Province, a place of rolling hills, swamps, and bogs. Home to sprawling ranches that produce the finest cattle and horses in the Empire, the low total population ensures this is a place few people are from, and most are only passing through. To the north and northwest is Dragon's Coast Province, home to fisherfolk and small farmers, which produces seafood, wool, and some of the Empire's finest soldiers. Finally, off the southwestern coast are the Stormlast Isles, the last province brought into empire. Home to the empire's rowdiest citizens, the Isles teem with pirates, privateers, pearl divers, fisherfolk, and lost academics. There's technically a provincial capital, but the provincial governor spends most of the year at sea, taking his court from island to island, addressing the needs of the people and avoiding his husband.

It's a long intro, but at least I didn't leave any footnotes.

[theargoninja]

ART FIGHT 2024

Here's the entirety of Art Fight 2024. Didn't think I'd draw this much and probably won't in future art fights, but we'll see.

Characters and Owners include:

Sir Lime for Exoskellet Mori for PicoSheep Akris Spade for Pelinal Amelia for Rabbitlegs Mechzar for Wendiz Zoe for Nopercentmilk Orby for DaydreamingArtist Leone for Malusdraco Cherry Blossom for Mitchika Andrius for Adoren

Mora for TeaGhost Sona for Neriah Lani for Mothbunny Artemis for Pardo Sapphire for Simic Therona for ShadBad88 Tom for DaydreamingArtist Apple Halk for Halkheart Óttar for MajaDraws Immi for AdlerSchwarz

Knight Jorum for NateSuperFamous Maple for ShikiSketch The Mar Noche empatheticAmpersand Tres for bjc

[444names]

Names generated from Italian forenames and Greek islands, excluding the letter "U"

Achakros Aeggia Aenie Aenza Afiako Agianteros Aglimno Agriandra Agrifonisi Aindi Aitheri Alevyti Alori Altanisi Andes Andro Anisi Anisikoni Anissaros Anolza Anteramili Anteras Antia Antikono Antilakidi Antipsada Antisi Antita Apandioea Araso Areganti Armada Armochalli Aroinos Aronisili Arono Arsaros Askoni Asome Asorigelas Astrina Atallo Atecchaki Atroi Avathodos Avelino Avenza Avicia Avryoni...

Bagine Bagolo Barakolos Baravonto Berio Bisilia Bistallos Biton Boealos Boemisto Bolli Bolza Briganto Cafon Cagos Cagra Calio Callognos Calos Carimo Carra Casonysi Ceglia Cellia Cellos Cenos Cenza Cerisymnos Chachilos Chiesi Chila Chilios Chionia Chriakio Chrotivia Colia Comegana Comodos Comythia Credeste Creviti Dento Desci Dianissa Diceschisi Disientino Dones Donisi Drakinos Dravra Elenza Eloggia Ercollos Eseros Esetamos Faegavgos Faleiriza Faros Flegano Flonikale Folagiria Folfeta Folfettoni Fonia Fontza Forga Forna Freloni Galerano Gantonisti Ganza Gavala Gavgona Gavros Gelaxi Gelonis Genti Gentithra Ginistra Giochiza Giochoinos Giono Glios Graplolza Greno Griana Grisi Grothio Gyaiona Gyarenza Gylio Halasa Halia Halydos Hasora Herissos Hragos Hrakara Hteremici Hydranis Ikefolano Ikros Ikyro Imara Imilvana Imoliarda Itakittani Kakini Kakisto Kaleonysi Kalonisi Kalta Kammoni Kandi Kandros Kanos Kanti Karienisia Karkoneira Karno Karteria Kasklo Kastesena Kateros Kavana Kavicia Kavonis Kefaenza Kefaretsos Kefatipsa Kelino Kellegalki Kelos Kerace Kerison Kidica Klidia Klina Kolia Kolianto Konisi Kontolos Konzari Koplamos Korigna Krognoi Kyntos Kyrno Kyros Kythala Kythodos Kythos Kythra Kyttakyra Labrimadia Laiogia Landi Lavigno Lavrovi Laximiloni Lazandio Leccin Legamoli Legia Legno Lendi Lento Lenza Lertece Leses Letalia Letsos Lifonisi Liomo Madaso Mades Madesi Maios Makino Makioinisi Maklitros Makoniace Makra Manti Manysa Marakra Marapla Maravenis Marina Maros Marsa Maskaros Massalki Mastalos Mateloni Matersoi Mates Matharia Mathasses Matimnos Mavdos Mavelia Megalades Megampra Meglia Megna Megno Mescampoli Mezia Mikyros Minies Ministento Modes Modos Molida Monavas Monisia Moros Motikros Mykonisi Mythri Mythrinoa Nalina Nerga Nesta Omada Omone Omytha Oterra Otischia Oxeissos Palaza Pales Palio Palos Paltandos Pandronali Papla Paredeses Paterifon Paterra Pathakra Patikida Patine Paxima Paximorisi Paxos Pergoli Peria Perigno Perinaxos Peropeza Peros Pescatano Pescin Petalevyti Petso Pettoinisa Pides Piesca Pissaresa Pitossa Pomonisos Ponespes Ponianissa Ponisto Ponos Porago Porifona Pothrakiso Potithodi Pozzo Prafoni Pragri Prakorpia Pranisi Prantia Proko Pronisi Psada Psalos Psaminos Psaros Psarteri Psasi Pserasa Psiaeiros Psikati Psylimo Psyrno Psyros Ragontitra Rakines Redesani Redos Regainos Regavatia Reggia Reisidia Relara Relencegno Rezianza Rhachia Rhino Romezia Rovisi Sacas Sachio Sadelli Sades Salkis Salkona Sanissani Sapla Sathiloro Scara Scatherra Sceggyaio Scela Schalafra Schinisi Schisi Sidilia Sikos Skada Skakamo Skala Skalati Skani Skarissano Sklefoklos Skleggia Sklia Skyntosa Skytherio Skythnos Sondrona Speti Sphaliesi Spidio Sponzia Stessa Stornanisi Strano Strephanos Stros Symanos Syrathonto Syria Syromegio Sytis Telos Tentzo Thace Tharana Thatera Therona Theros Theto Thnos Thonimioea Thria Thydra Tikopomfon Tipse Tretecci Treteccia Troggisi Tronikos Tsona Valatika Valydole Vandios Vandra Vandri Varonissa Varos Vatenzak Vathacteno Velloniste Velos Venos Venza Vicallia Vicatisos Vides Vitenos Vithos Vitola Vitos Vitta Vrastosa Vronisilos Vryoni Zakrosaros

[huntrcsss]

She almost expects to hear more about whoever the pictured blonde was, the title only seeming to grant her pause ebfore her nose scrunches. The Eradicator. . . not anyone she's ever heard of in her travels before, and if he was some other supernatural being - he's not one she's heard through the grapevine of hunters.

Hands shift to grasp at the attire she adorns, slowly coming to a cross at her chest as she makes her way out of the strange office. ". . .that's such a stupid-ass name. . . and i promise i didn't touch or disturb anything. . ." she might have become some werewolf, but still the same Therona McAshten

“… The Eradicator.”

There’s the distinct way his voice trembles with a thinly veiled anger, though this time it wasn’t directed at her. At least, anyways, Manny seemed a bit too caught up in his own haze to barely remember that Theo was even there in the first place. Trying to focus, calm, count to ten and repeat…

He shook his head as his brain moved on autopilot. Check the piles of boxes, check the file cabinets, just some Perfectly Normal rituals going on here. “Go outside. This is my problem.”

[pugsandfrenchbulldogs]

[eric-sadahire]

When you think you got the rona because you food tastes like drywall, but then you remember you’re just in England.

[therona]

Whether anyone sees this or not, if you do feel free to vote. If I do end up posting it, I'll post the link on here.

[huntrcsss]

Grip tightens at the kick to the side of the crate, not rising just yet when the top finally opens and she spots the kit being displayed. Considering he could have simply let those officers know where she was, or gave her up to them so easily. . .It won’t be solid trust, but something least temporary considering her current predicament. Arm loosens from around Abraham, the daemon shifting to rest atop her knee where his head peaks out first, dark gaze flickering between the aeronaut and his hare daemon. 

They don’t seem like they want to hurt us, Therona.

Yea, you said that about the guy that shot us earlier.

Just trust me - i wouldn’t let them hurt you.

After a moment does she shift, pocketing the colt and using her good arm to grip at the edge of the crate, slowly and carefully rising herself until she’s mostly revealed. 

“Thank you, sir.”

“Yea, what he said.” Another pause, seeming to just barely remember manners as hand now shifts over her shoulder, resting with some light pressure over where crimson has stained her attire.

when he saw the woman running, he was tempted to say something, but thought better of it. women that small don't just hide in a stranger's things unless they're desperate, so he simply pretends she's not there as a cluster of cops sprint through the loading bay. they told him they were looking for a girl, he'd told them " ain't we all? " and they left.

well, most of them. a few stood by, waiting to see if she'd materialize. trusting cops less than he trusts a random stranger, lee continued with his work, eventually rising into the air. he figures can drop her off later.

it was hester who first noticed the blood on the deck of the small craft.

" lee. " she'd flicked her ear at the droplets that lead to the crate their guest was in.

" well, that ain't good, " he mutters, beginning to root around for his first aid kit, " lets hope she's at least a lil' friendly. don' wanna get shot. "

cautiously, he approaches the crate, giving the side a small kick to open it. standing off to the side, he holds the kit in front of the now open crate, himself out of sight.

" don' have a white flag to raise, so consider this a peace offerin'. "

[velvet-apricots]

Preceptor Seluvis seems to have a vendetta against Gideon Ofnir. He targets people close to Gideon, people that were at one point very dear to him. Dolores was Gideon’s only friend/possibly lover. Nepheli is his daughter (I genuinely think at one point they were significantly closer but something changed on Gideon’s part)

However Its also possible that some of his other puppets were also tied to Gideon in someway. The perfumer and in the Omen Killer could’ve been people who worked with Gideon. Therona could’ve been Gideon’s finger maiden.

Idk who Jarwight was ngl. he’s an outlier. Maybe Seluvis just liked the novelty of having him in the collection. “Heehee hoohoo weird lil man for my creepy dungeon”

Anyway, with Gideon possibly being of Nox decent due to his eyes being similar, Seluvis using puppetry could also be a slap and Gideon’s face.

The Nox Twin Maiden puppets clearly indicate that they willingly drank the potion, signifying that it was probably ritualistic in someway. Forcing someone to drink the potion could just be a massive insult to the Nox culture. I’m not sure if he does this intentionally to try and anger Gideon or if it’s just something that came with the Carians misusing what they learned.

Of course, not all of his actions are centered around the guy. him wanting to turn Ranni into a puppet is just him being a fucking creep.

[poetrythreesixfive]

The Rona

Once upon a long year dreary, as I pondered weak and weary

over many a curiously crazy story of political lore

about the insanely fraudulent scheming, it felt like I was dreaming

that some crooked, reality show con-artist boor

had become the president of this American shore—

           it had to be a dream, and nothing more.

Ah, unwitting and unwary, I remember it was February

and the freezing snows had not yet melted outdoors

when in quiet winter stillness we first heard of some strange illness,

some new viral illness spreading on a distant shore,

a novel corona virus infecting the distant Chinese shore—    

           and certainly not here, forevermore.

And the crazy quick outrageous spread of the disease contagious

thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before,

so that now, to still the racing of my mind I began pacing,

wondering if this foreign agent would come knocking on my door,

if this deadly, infectious agent would slither underneath my door—

           and kill us all, and nothing more.

Not to mention, conclusions foregone, in the white house sat a moron,

(and if you are a Republican, your forgiveness I implore)

but intellectually, he was napping; and his hair was always flapping,

flapping in the wind that emitted from his mouth forevermore,

ignoring figures, facts and reality itself forevermore—

           this is the truth, and nothing more.

Deep into this quandary peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,

doubting that this administration full of idiots galore

could possibly save us in case of crisis, from terrorists like ISIS

let alone a pandemic that threatened to spread to our shore,

for anything resembling reality they tended to ignore—

           yet their loyal base continued to adore.

Back into my chamber turning, my feverish forehead burning,

little did I know the Rona had already crossed my door,

had entered our unwary nation by the thousands on vacation

flying into airports and entering unscreened by scores,

pouring into the population, spreading the virus galore—

           unscathed we were, nevermore.          

Open here I flung the shutter to get some air and loudly utter,

“What did you expect from a man who is a cretin at his core?”

who had left us drained and weary with his nutty conspiracy theories

of how the virus was a Chinese hoax and nothing more,

or a plan by democrats to make him look bad, or so he swore—

           and dismissed it all, forevermore.

But the Rona stepped in anyway, ignoring him, and was here to stay,

for the cretin’s cartoonish, buffoonish tweets little relevancy bore,

for we cannot help agreeing, no living, stable, thinking being

ever saw a president quite so petty at his rotten core,

so pompous and tyrannical at his obviously shallow core—

           who refused the truth forevermore.

And the Rona spread, beguiling all the victims who weren’t smiling,

circulating from mouth to mouth with every sniff and cough and snore,

and not the least exception made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he

but infected every lad and lady from Atlantic to Pacific shore,

and perched above the busts of Washington and Lincoln and more—

           and conquered America forevermore.

Much I marveled at this insanely infectious bug that so plainly

cared not for political party, creed, class, race, location, or

whether or not you believe it existed, or how much you resisted,

a ghastly, grim, and virulent Rona from a distant Asian shore,

who could be stopped by simply wearing a mask inside the store—

           but some would not forevermore.

So the scientists spread the word, and every rational person heard

that if you simply kept your distance and wore mask in the store

and every time you encountered folks, for this virus was no joke,

we could stamp it out like other plagues that had come before,

stop its communal spread within weeks and shut the door—

           but some would not listen forevermore.

Startled by the ignorance broken by advice so aptly spoken

some idiots instead listened to their witless leader they adored,

attending maskless parties and rallies, and no one keeping tallies

of who was infecting whom, spreading the Rona around galore,

and hundreds of thousands perished from shore to anguished shore—

           and the Rona continued forevermore.

And then it started spreading faster, and unmerciful disaster

dispersed across the entire land to nearly every single door,

until the hospitals were flooded, yet the Rona, so cold-blooded,

continued its march unimpeded like an invading force at war,

until one day there appeared a vaccine for which we did implore—

           and the Rona was invincible nevermore.

Then, methought, the air grew lighter, for the vaccine was a fighter

ready to knock out the Rona and kick its ass across the floor,

Savior! I cried, hope has lent thee, by science God has sent thee

to save us from the relentless Rona that had conquered our shores,

but whose virulent ass the vaccine would kick out the door—

           and eradicate forevermore.

Be that word our sign of parting, viral fiend! I screamed upstarting,

get thee back to thy dark, infectious hell-spawn shore,

leave no spore as a token of all the lives you have broken,

leave us alone and never again knock upon our nation’s door,

take your wheezing, feverish hands off our folks and find the door,

           and get thee gone forevermore.

But the Rona, never quitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

on the minds and memories of all those affected from before,

and that time has all the seeming of a nightmare we were dreaming

and the aftereffect will forever throw its shadow on the floor,

and the soul of our nation from out that shadow

           shall be lifted nevermore.

                          -G.J. Filip, 12/2020

                           2020 was the 175th anniversary of Poe’s ‘The Raven’