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The Ages of Jafnríki

This is the basic outline of the historical timeline of Jafnríki. Sariel & her friends are currently in the 2nd Era of the 6th Age.

There are 2,000 years for each Age & an Era is 1,000 years (2 Eras in an Age). There are 6 Ages.

Note: O.W represents Old World & N.W represents New World

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Historical Timeline

1st Age - The Beginning (6000-4000 O.W)

Skepia Era - The Gods Creating Jafnríki

Regin Era - Building Civilisations

2nd Age - Guardians (4000-2000 O.W)

Tilkall Era - Guardians created & claimed their/their God's territory

Hræzla Era - Guardians monopolised/dictated their territories, spread fear of them & the Gods

3rd Age - The Lost Age (2000-0 O.W)

No one knows what happened during the 3rd Age, no record of it exists. Anything before the 3rd Age is believed to be a Myth/Legend (except from the Gods)

4th Age - The Establishment of The Realms (0-2000 N.W)

Sýna Era - Civil wars within each realm occur

Kol Era - Devastation after the civil wars and the rebuilding of the Realms

5th Age - The Imprisonment of Andlát (2000-4000 N.W)

Tæla Era - Begin to see dark creatures appearing in Jafnríki & growing in numbers

Stridha Era - First war between Andlát & the Realms, including her imprisonment at the end on Stridha - Called The Great War

6th Age - Current Age (4000-6000 N.W)

Nādhir Era - Time of peace after Andlát's imprisonment

Fyrtelia Era - Current Era - Began with the belief that Andlát had been freed, causing The 100-Year-War

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atton hanging out w his cousins :DD and other mehdepulan things

atton and his cousins skepia and spritz are all djs. atton uses a special electric keyboard that i will post a reference of Sometime. skepia and spritz frequently visit each other for jam sessions but atton prefers to make music by himself

next page is me trying to figure out how to make a plant thats both a wheat and a potato. i decided to have the main stem grow over the ear and weigh it down into the dirt, or to have it branch out over the ground like a weed. this plant is a hybrid of a "bicot" and a "monocot" on chonar so its shape and growth methods can vary. Chonarian "tomatoes" come from big aquatic algae

then theres livestock designs and pan kiwen flatbread/wraps. these are popular in both kuputelo and mehdepulah. they can be eaten wrapped up or openface or like a taco shell bowl. they r typically filled with fruits, spices, sugars, protein-infused fats, eggs, and meat/organs

the first livestock critter is a "dairy" roach and a creepy hooved salmon beast

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Willow/Tara “I wanna scream ‘I love you’ from the top of my lungs”

   Gods, the way Willow’s touch felt on her skin, even as bruised as it was still from battle, it felt as though words were incapable of describing it. Looking down at the woman underneath her, Tara smiled a bit, blue eyes reflecting just the faintest glimpse of the fire in front of them. She was tired, that left little to be stated further. But there was something about being in the other’s presence that gave her energy, even if it was merely just enough to push her forward without succumbing to sleep. 

     “Ek munuð nær ykka taka me líki sem…” (I love when you touch me like that…) She mumbled, native words rolling off her tongue into the other’s ear. Things, as heated as they were, were still moving slow, evident by the way she could feel Willow’s hands moving over her back, tracing her spine. In contrast, she was leaving the faintest trail of nibbles and other attentions along Willow’s neck, sometimes leaving darkened splotches in her wake. 

      “Ek vita…” (I know.) Willow answered, her command over the language still rocky in points, not helped by a somewhat faint sense of confidence in her understanding of it. She would learn, in time. Tara knew that. Her own knowledge of the other’s words wasn’t much better in comparison. But there was just enough foundation left for them to communicate. Smile inching a little further, Tara lifted her head a bit, braids framing the one side of her face.

      “G…Good.” Nodding, she hoped that even something so simple of a word wouldn’t be pronounced wrong. Hearing English coming from Tara, Willow grinned, head tilting atop the fur they were nestled atop. 

       “I love you…” Was her reply, cheeks hazed with red splotches of color. Wanting to be positive her words were understood, the redhead merely took one moment to consider over the appropriate translation. “ek elska þik.”

        Still smiling down at Willow, Tara leaned down slowly, gaze never once breaking off from the other. Lips just barely brushing against the other’s, she rested her forehead against Willow’s.

       “"Ek fýst við skepia nær klóra sá.“ (I want to make you scream that.)