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GENTRY DOLAAN AINT NO FASCIST

ARC 2, NO MAN LEFT BEHIND, COMIC 21

INFERNO.

FIRST / BACK / ARCHIVE / NEXT

BLUESKY LINK: CLICK HERE TO CHECK OUT THE COMIC AND SUPPORT ME ON MY BLUESKY! It's yet again TREASON TUESDAY, Helldivers! EAGLE-13 did her job, now we see if Pelican-10 can do his part! See you all next week, Helldivers & Voyagers!

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#WORLD52 WEEK 6 SUBMISSION:

THE BROKEN COVENANT & FALLEN GLADES

February and Week 6 of #WORLD52 is already here! I am crazy tired and it's been a long week, so let's get RIGHT into more lore from my my latest project: the PRIMAL MONSTER TAMING FANTASY TTRPG setting of-

(SUMMONER: THE WILD HUNT is still in developement, but look for us to start airing the actualplay and dropping a demo packet sometime in MAY 2025!) So, when we last left off, the children of Oᒪᗩᑎ unmade themselves to give birth to Spirits of Will (us), inheritors of their hopes and their Willpower and the Spirits Divine, inheritors of, SEᑭᑌ, ᐯEᑎᗩ, ᗩᖇᗪE & ᕼEᒪᗩ Elemental Magics & Duty to Oᒪᗩᑎ, and the Godtree extended it's covenant to shelter it's new Grandchildren. Let's continue the story!

-------------------------LORE BEYOND HERE-------------------------

Orah, what followed was an the Age of Contentment for the Spirits of Will. Oᒪᗩᑎ was as good as it's word, and it's grandchildren wanted for nothing. The Spirits Divine shaped the world to suit their needs, and delivered unto them prosperity. When hunger gnawed at them, Sepuan Spirits would hunt animals for them to roast, or bring wild millet, milk and honey for them to make sweetbreads. When they thirsted, Helan Spirits would bring fruits, berries, hops and cool, fresh water from the mountains to make fine meads and wine. When the cold of winter gripped them, Arden Spirits would light fires in their hearths and make blazing bonfires, and when heat oppressed them, Venan Spirits would dance through the sky, bringing the coolest breezes with them. Orah, to live in such times was to live in an age of wonders. Yet Spirits of Will must grow beyond themselves, as is the nature of such things. Contentment soon became disquiet. With every need met, Spirits of Will built what spoke to them. Their Scholars turned to blowing glass instruments and studying things so massive as the movement of stars and as things so small they could scarcely be said to have existed at all, but Orah, knowledge did not sate them. Their Builders crafted great aquaducts and cities, that thousands could live under the same roof, and that the needs of all were met, but Orah, those works were never enough. Their Artists crafted great works of art, pottery, sculpture, music and poetry, that all would have beauty and joy, but Orah, their hearts yearned for greater things. Soon, disquiet begot desperation, and desperation begot resentment. And Spirits of Will turned to Oᒪᗩᑎ, their protector, and said, "You have promised us peace in you shade, yet with full bellies we hunger, with goblets of ale we thirst, with comfortable beds we ache. Why?" Orah, Oᒪᗩᑎ tried to comfort them, console them, speak to them. They were too small, and too loud, and they could no longer hear the Godtree's voice in the wind and the rain and the sun and the stone. And the Creature of Will, so sure of their knowledge, thought themselves abandoned. And their resentment turned to arrogance. Of what happened next, the storytellers cannot agree. Some say the Scholars enslaved the Spirits Divine that attended them, and wrung them of their magics, that they could wield the elements themselves. Some say the Builders felled an OᒪᗩᑎBRANCH, to use it lumber to build a tower into the sky and deep into the earth, that their might may be as magnificent as Oᒪᗩᑎ. Others say that their Artists wove a tune so enamoring that it would lure Spirits Divine from their duties, and make them the servants of mortals.

Maybe all of them happened.

Maybe none.

But we know what happened next. For the first time in an age, Oᒪᗩᑎ, the great Godtree, wailed in sorrow and rage, for it was betrayed by the children of it's children. The Earth split, and the Wind howled, and the Fires went wild and the Waters rose.

And Oᒪᗩᑎ said unto us,

I AM Oᒪᗩᑎ AND MY CHILDREN GAVE YOU LIFE. OH LOST CHILDREN OF MY CHILDREN, HEED ME: SPIRITS OF WILL, YOU HAVE ABANDONED YOUR HEARTS AS YOUR CHASED YOUR DREAMS. YOU WERE MADE OF THE LOVE OF MY FIRSTBORN, AND I GAVE YOU THEIR COVENANTTHAT YOU MAY KNOW PEACE IN MY SHADE. YET YOUR KIN, THE SPIRITS DIVINE, THOSE WHO FEED YOU, WHO SOOTH YOU, AND WARM YOU, AND QUENCH YOU, YOU CAGE. YOU KILL . YOU STEAL THEIR BIRTHRIGHT. AND MY BRANCHES, GIVEN FREELY, YOU FELL AND BURN AND STRIP.

YOU HAVE BROKEN MY COVENANT. AND SO I GIVE UNTO YOU A NEW ONE.

SPIRITS OF WILL, I TWIST MY BRANCHES FOR YOU NO MORE.I CAST YOU OUT FROM MY SHADE. YOU SHALL KNOW NO PEACE IN THE WILD. AND I PRUNE FROM YOU ALL BUT MY CHILDREN'S GIFTS. THROUGH ᕼEᒪᗩ YOU SHALL DRINK DEEP OF KNOWLEDGE. THROUGH ᗩᖇᗪE YOU SHALL DRAW ENDLESS MIGHT. THROUGH ᐯEᑎᗩ YOU SHALL KNOW ENDLESS GRACE. THROUGH SEᑭᑌ YOU SHALL ENDURE FOREVER.

ORAH, YOU WILL NEED THESE GIFTS, FOR YOUR ARROGANCE HAS MADE THE WORLD YOUR ENEMY, FOR LIKE AS CREEPER VINE THROTTLES IT'S TREE, IT IS IN YOUR NATURE TO GROW BEYOND YOURSELVES.FOR YOU WERE BORN OF LOVE, AND UNTIL YOU FIND IT ONCE MORE, YOU CANNOT KNOW PEACE.

SPIRITS DIVINE, I NOW TWIST MY BRANCHES FOR YOU. FOR YOU WIELD MY CHILDREN'S WONDERS, AND IN YOUR LOYALTY YOU HAVE BEEN WRONGED. ORAH, I GIVE YOU MY DIVINE MANDATE. YOU SHALL BE THEIR SHEPARDS. YOU SHALL BE THEIR JAILORS. WHEN YOU FIND THEM IN THE WILD, YOU SHALL HUNT THEM, FOR LIKE A CREEPER VINE THAT THROTTLES IT'S TREE, THEY MUST NEVER AGAIN GROW BEYOND THEMSELVES. FOR YOU WERE BORN OF POWER, AND WITH IT, YOU WILL KEEP VIGIL OVER YOUR KIN. THIS IS MY COVENANT WITH YOU. Such was Oᒪᗩᑎ's Will, and thus is was. The Spirits Divine that once served us fell upon us, and cast our works into ruin. Orah.

-------------------------LORE END HERE------------------------- Thanks for joining me in this week's #WORLD52!

I'll be back this Saturday for WEEK 7, my Voyagers!

[thelastomnitect]

#WORLD52 WEEK 6 SUBMISSION:

THE BROKEN COVENANT & FALLEN GLADES

February and Week 6 of #WORLD52 is already here! I am crazy tired and it's been a long week, so let's get RIGHT into more lore from my my latest project: the PRIMAL MONSTER TAMING FANTASY TTRPG setting of-

(SUMMONER: THE WILD HUNT is still in developement, but look for us to start airing the actualplay and dropping a demo packet sometime in MAY 2025!) So, when we last left off, the children of Oᒪᗩᑎ unmade themselves to give birth to Spirits of Will (us), inheritors of their hopes and their Willpower and the Spirits Divine, inheritors of, SEᑭᑌ, ᐯEᑎᗩ, ᗩᖇᗪE & ᕼEᒪᗩ Elemental Magics & Duty to Oᒪᗩᑎ, and the Godtree extended it's covenant to shelter it's new Grandchildren. Let's continue the story!

-------------------------LORE BEYOND HERE-------------------------

Orah, what followed was an the Age of Contentment for the Spirits of Will. Oᒪᗩᑎ was as good as it's word, and it's grandchildren wanted for nothing. The Spirits Divine shaped the world to suit their needs, and delivered unto them prosperity. When hunger gnawed at them, Sepuan Spirits would hunt animals for them to roast, or bring wild millet, milk and honey for them to make sweetbreads. When they thirsted, Helan Spirits would bring fruits, berries, hops and cool, fresh water from the mountains to make fine meads and wine. When the cold of winter gripped them, Arden Spirits would light fires in their hearths and make blazing bonfires, and when heat oppressed them, Venan Spirits would dance through the sky, bringing the coolest breezes with them. Orah, to live in such times was to live in an age of wonders. Yet Spirits of Will must grow beyond themselves, as is the nature of such things. Contentment soon became disquiet. With every need met, Spirits of Will built what spoke to them. Their Scholars turned to blowing glass instruments and studying things so massive as the movement of stars and as things so small they could scarcely be said to have existed at all, but Orah, knowledge did not sate them. Their Builders crafted great aquaducts and cities, that thousands could live under the same roof, and that the needs of all were met, but Orah, those works were never enough. Their Artists crafted great works of art, pottery, sculpture, music and poetry, that all would have beauty and joy, but Orah, their hearts yearned for greater things. Soon, disquiet begot desperation, and desperation begot resentment. And Spirits of Will turned to Oᒪᗩᑎ, their protector, and said, "You have promised us peace in you shade, yet with full bellies we hunger, with goblets of ale we thirst, with comfortable beds we ache. Why?" Orah, Oᒪᗩᑎ tried to comfort them, console them, speak to them. They were too small, and too loud, and they could no longer hear the Godtree's voice in the wind and the rain and the sun and the stone. And the Creature of Will, so sure of their knowledge, thought themselves abandoned. And their resentment turned to arrogance. Of what happened next, the storytellers cannot agree. Some say the Scholars enslaved the Spirits Divine that attended them, and wrung them of their magics, that they could wield the elements themselves. Some say the Builders felled an OᒪᗩᑎBRANCH, to use it lumber to build a tower into the sky and deep into the earth, that their might may be as magnificent as Oᒪᗩᑎ. Others say that their Artists wove a tune so enamoring that it would lure Spirits Divine from their duties, and make them the servants of mortals.

Maybe all of them happened.

Maybe none.

But we know what happened next. For the first time in an age, Oᒪᗩᑎ, the great Godtree, wailed in sorrow and rage, for it was betrayed by the children of it's children. The Earth split, and the Wind howled, and the Fires went wild and the Waters rose.

And Oᒪᗩᑎ said unto us,

I AM Oᒪᗩᑎ AND MY CHILDREN GAVE YOU LIFE. OH LOST CHILDREN OF MY CHILDREN, HEED ME: SPIRITS OF WILL, YOU HAVE ABANDONED YOUR HEARTS AS YOUR CHASED YOUR DREAMS. YOU WERE MADE OF THE LOVE OF MY FIRSTBORN, AND I GAVE YOU THEIR COVENANTTHAT YOU MAY KNOW PEACE IN MY SHADE. YET YOUR KIN, THE SPIRITS DIVINE, THOSE WHO FEED YOU, WHO SOOTH YOU, AND WARM YOU, AND QUENCH YOU, YOU CAGE. YOU KILL . YOU STEAL THEIR BIRTHRIGHT. AND MY BRANCHES, GIVEN FREELY, YOU FELL AND BURN AND STRIP.

YOU HAVE BROKEN MY COVENANT. AND SO I GIVE UNTO YOU A NEW ONE.

SPIRITS OF WILL, I TWIST MY BRANCHES FOR YOU NO MORE.I CAST YOU OUT FROM MY SHADE. YOU SHALL KNOW NO PEACE IN THE WILD. AND I PRUNE FROM YOU ALL BUT MY CHILDREN'S GIFTS. THROUGH ᕼEᒪᗩ YOU SHALL DRINK DEEP OF KNOWLEDGE. THROUGH ᗩᖇᗪE YOU SHALL DRAW ENDLESS MIGHT. THROUGH ᐯEᑎᗩ YOU SHALL KNOW ENDLESS GRACE. THROUGH SEᑭᑌ YOU SHALL ENDURE FOREVER.

ORAH, YOU WILL NEED THESE GIFTS, FOR YOUR ARROGANCE HAS MADE THE WORLD YOUR ENEMY, FOR LIKE AS CREEPER VINE THROTTLES IT'S TREE, IT IS IN YOUR NATURE TO GROW BEYOND YOURSELVES.FOR YOU WERE BORN OF LOVE, AND UNTIL YOU FIND IT ONCE MORE, YOU CANNOT KNOW PEACE.

SPIRITS DIVINE, I NOW TWIST MY BRANCHES FOR YOU. FOR YOU WIELD MY CHILDREN'S WONDERS, AND IN YOUR LOYALTY YOU HAVE BEEN WRONGED. ORAH, I GIVE YOU MY DIVINE MANDATE. YOU SHALL BE THEIR SHEPARDS. YOU SHALL BE THEIR JAILORS. WHEN YOU FIND THEM IN THE WILD, YOU SHALL HUNT THEM, FOR LIKE A CREEPER VINE THAT THROTTLES IT'S TREE, THEY MUST NEVER AGAIN GROW BEYOND THEMSELVES. FOR YOU WERE BORN OF POWER, AND WITH IT, YOU WILL KEEP VIGIL OVER YOUR KIN. THIS IS MY COVENANT WITH YOU. Such was Oᒪᗩᑎ's Will, and thus is was. The Spirits Divine that once served us fell upon us, and cast our works into ruin. Orah.

-------------------------LORE END HERE------------------------- Thanks for joining me in this week's #WORLD52!

I'll be back this Saturday for WEEK 7, my Voyagers!

[thelastomnitect]

GENTRY DOLAAN AINT NO FASCIST

ARC 2 START, NO MAN LEFT BEHIND, COMIC 20

SPLASHIN' BANDITS.

FIRST / BACK / ARCHIVE / NEXT

BLUESKY LINK: CLICK HERE TO CHECK OUT THE COMIC AND SUPPORT ME ON MY BLUESKY! What a glorious TREASON TUESDAY is is today, Helldivers! Now, let's let EAGLE-13 do her stuff!See you all next week, Helldivers & Voyagers!

[thelastomnitect]

Hey, Folks. When you enjoy my comics, just remember...

ALL MY CHARACTERS AND ALL MY COMICS HATE FASCISTS, AND SO DO I.

FUCK FASCISTS.

[thelastomnitect]

#WORLD52 WEEK 5 SUBMISSION:

SPIRITS OF WILL, SPIRITS DIVINE & THE BIRTH OF ALL THINGS

February and Week 5 of #WORLD52 is already here! Is it just me, Voyagers, or does it feel like this year is accelerating? Well, regardless, for this week's Worldbuilding and art we're continuing my latest project: the PRIMAL MONSTER TAMING FANTASY TTRPG setting of-

(SUMMONER: THE WILD HUNT is still in developement, but look for us to start airing the actualplay and dropping a demo packet sometime in MAY 2025!) So, when we last left off, Oᒪᗩᑎ has just finished making it's firstborn children, the First Elemental Spirits, SEᑭᑌ, ᐯEᑎᗩ, ᗩᖇᗪE & ᕼEᒪᗩ. Let's pick up the tale from there!

-------------------------LORE BEYOND HERE-------------------------

Orah, In the ages after Oᒪᗩᑎ made the first four spirits, the great godtree rested, content for the first time in eternity. As it rested, it let it's firstborn play, and gave unto them all of it's grand expanse within which to explore and expand and sculpt and play. And so the great spirits set off, racing across eternity, playing and dancing and singing and roaring and building and growing, as children are want do. SEᑭᑌ tested her limitless endurance, and she born the world upon her back. She held it, and pushed it, and pulled it, and as it wrinkled and slid and shifted like a great tapestry, she formed the first mountains and valleys. She stood up and shouted, I AM SEᑭᑌ, FIRST OF MY KIN! WHERE I STAND, STONE SPLITS AND THE GROUND RISES!

ᐯEᑎᗩ was entranced by her sister's grand works, and she wanted to play too. So, in her infinite grace, she bounded across the sky. Where she passed, she wove clouds from the air, and bound the gales of the heavens into a tapestry, that the winds would have pattern and purpose. She stood up and shouted, I AM ᐯEᑎᗩ, SECOND OF MY KIN! WHERE I DANCE, THE SKY CLEARS AND THE WINDS RISE!

ᗩᖇᗪE was jealous of her sister's grand works, for she also wished to play at making. So, with might beyond measure, she plunged her hands deep into the mountains and beneath the shifting tapestry of the soil. Where she struck, lava lept from below, sharpening the mountains, fertilizing the soil with rich volcanic ash. She swung her limbs, as fires began to spread, eating away old growth, and enriching the land for the new. She stood up and shouted,

I AM ᗩᖇᗪE, THIRD OF MY KIN! WHERE I STRIKE, THE WORLD IS BORN ANEW, AND FIRE RISES!

ᕼEᒪᗩ watched curiously as all her sisters worked grand works, for she also wished to play at making. So, with knowledge only she could have, she gently reached out her hand. Tracing her fingers across the soil, she stitched rivers through the caverns and canyons of SEᑭᑌ's work, bringing motion to their stillness. She stirred the waters in the oceans, stitching mighty currents into their waters below to match ᐯEᑎᗩ's winds, that they may have something to dance with. She swept her hand over the wildfires and volcanoes, bringing rainfall across them, that trees grew from the fertile soil of ᗩᖇᗪE's flames. She stood up and spoke,

I AM ᕼEᒪᗩ, LAST OF MY KIN. WHERE I SEE, ALL THINGS ARE REVEALED, AND WATER FLOWS.

And ᕼEᒪᗩ's sisters watched her wonders, and smiled in approval, for she was wise and knew much, and she had taught them the joy of playing with others. So a new age dawned, and the Great Spirits played and learned from one another. SEᑭᑌ and ᗩᖇᗪE roughhoused and tested their power against one another, and in doing so the peaks of mountains rose higher then ever, ringed with crowns of flame and thrones of granite. ᐯEᑎᗩ and ᕼEᒪᗩ danced together, and they made storms and weather. ᗩᖇᗪE lifted ᐯEᑎᗩ up, tossing her higher than she could ever fly on her own, and where she landed, she brought lightning to the ground, power from the sky itself! ᕼEᒪᗩ taught SEᑭᑌ how to stitch and weave, and they wove water through the lowlands and swamps. SEᑭᑌ showed ᐯEᑎᗩ how she made the land, and Vena danced past her canyons and mountains, chiseling their edges, and blowing the dust into beaches and deserts, covering them with sand. ᗩᖇᗪE carried ᕼEᒪᗩ upon her shoulders, and as they stomped about, their laughter boiled water beneath them, splitting the ground with steam vents, geysers, and springs. And Oᒪᗩᑎ, proud beyond measure, watched and was filled with joy.

But one day, ᕼEᒪᗩ stopped playing. She reasoned:

IT IS WONDERFUL TO PLAY TOGETHER, MY SISTERS. BUT IMAGINE HOW MUCH FUN WE WOULD HAVE IF WE HAD MORE FRIENDS TO PLAY WITH!

The other spirits thought hard, and they all agreed with her, as she knew much and was wise beyond measure. So they went to Oᒪᗩᑎ, their creator, and SEᑭᑌ asked. OH GREAT Oᒪᗩᑎ WHO WE SHELTER BENEATH, WHERE MAY WE FIND OTHERS TO PLAY WITH, THAT WE MAY HAVE MORE FUN? And Oᒪᗩᑎ sighed a great sigh, and said. OH, MY CHILDREN, I AM Oᒪᗩᑎ AND WHILE I WORK WONDERS, WE ARE ALONE IN ETERNITY. I GAVE YOU LIFE AS I WAS LONELY, AND WISHED COMPANIONSHIP. IF I COULD FIND OTHERS, I WOULD, BUT YOU ARE ALL I HAVE FOUND. YOU HAVE BROUGHT SUCH JOY TO ME, AND ALL I HAVE IS YOURS. I WISH I HAD MORE TO GIVE.

The Great Spirits hugged the Godtree's branches, saddened but grateful for their maker's love. Yet ᕼEᒪᗩ kept thinking, and thinking and thinking again. And as the sisters returned to their play, she stood up, having thought of an answer!

MY SISTERS, IF Oᒪᗩᑎ GAVE US LIFE AND ALL IT HAD TO GIVE, SURELY WE CAN DO THE SAME! LET US WORK TOGETHER, AND MAKE OTHERS TO PLAY WITH!

The other spirits thought hard, and they all agreed with her, as she knew much and was wise beyond measure. So SEᑭᑌ sculpted bodies from clay, ᐯEᑎᗩ blew breath into their lungs, ᗩᖇᗪE set a flame in their hearts, and ᕼEᒪᗩ whispered knowing unto them. They did this with all things, and crafted creatures in all shapes and sizes, until the ground, the sky, the deserts and the oceans all teemed with life. And the sisters watched the animals grow and multiply with glee. Together, they made all things, and they were filled with joy. Yet, still ᕼEᒪᗩ thought that something was missing.

MY SISTERS. WHAT WE HAVE MADE IS BEAUTIFUL, AND IT FILLS ME WITH JOY, YET THESE CREATURES ARE WILD AND NOT LIKE US.

WHAT MORE CAN WE DO? WE HAVE GIVEN THEM BODIES AND BREATH AND A FIRE IN THEIR HEARTS AND KNOWLEDGE TO SURVIVE. SEᑭᑌ said.

TIS TRUE, SISTER OF MINE. YET THEY LACK THE WANT TO DANCE, THE NEED TO TEST THEMSELVES, THE FLAME TO BE DARING, AND THE WISDOM TO GROW. ᐯEᑎᗩ said.

Yet it was ᗩᖇᗪE who found the answer, for she was strong enough to speak harsh truths. SISTERS OF MINE, WE HAVE MISSED THE HEART OF IT. YES THEY HAVE BODIES AND BREATH AND HEARTS AND MINDS. YET TO MAKE US, OLAN GAVE US ALL IT HAD.TO MAKE OTHERS LIKE US, WE MUST DO THE SAME. ᗩᖇᗪE said. And the Great Spirits saw the wisdom in ᗩᖇᗪE's words, and they agreed to try one more time.

I AM ᕼEᒪᗩ, LAST OF MY KIN! YOU WILL DRINK DEEP OF MY KNOWLEDGE. FOR IF KNOWLEDGE NOT SHARED, IT IS LOST. I AM ᗩᖇᗪE, THIRD OF MY KIN! YOU WILL DRAW FROM MY ENDLESS MIGHT. FOR IF MIGHT IS NOT USED FOR OTHERS, IT IS WASTED.

I AM ᐯEᑎᗩ, SECOND OF MY KIN! YOU SHALL FEEL MY BOUNDLESS GRACE. FOR IF GRACE NOT EXTENDED TO OTHERS, IT IS SQUANDERED.

I AM SEᑭᑌ, FIRST OF MY KIN! AND THROUGH ME YOU SHALL ENDURE FOREVER. FOR YOU ARE OUR LAST GAME AND WE SHALL LIVE ON IN YOU. AND AS I LOVE MY SISTERS, I WILL ALWAYS PROTECT THEM.

And the Great Spirits smiled and held each other, and gave their LIFE to that which they made. With the splitting of earth, the howling of wind, the roaring of flames, and the crashing of waves, SPIRITS OF WILL rose from their LOVE, and SPIRITS DIVINE rose from their POWER. And the Godtree wept, for what parent would not weep for their children's loss? Yet, it understood their hearts, and it loved them unto forever. So, Olan spoke:

I AM Oᒪᗩᑎ AND MY CHILDREN GAVE YOU LIFE. OH CHILDREN OF MY CHILDREN, HERE ME: SPIRITS OF WILL, I NOW TWIST MY BRANCHES FOR YOU, THAT YOU MAY REST IN MY SHADE. FOR YOU WERE BORN OF THEIR LOVE, AND FOR THEM YOU WILL ALWAYS KNOW PEACE.

SPIRITS DIVINE, I GIFT MY CHILDREN'S WONDERS TO YOU, THAT YOU MAY CONTINUE THEIR WORKS. FOR YOU WERE BORN OF THEIR POWER, AND IN THEIR STEAD YOU WILL WATCH OVER THEIR CHILDREN. THIS IS MY COVENANT WITH YOU.

-------------------------LORE END HERE------------------------- Thanks for joining me in this week's #WORLD52!

I'll be back this Saturday for WEEK 6, my Voyagers!

[thelastomnitect]

#WORLD52 WEEK 5 SUBMISSION:

SPIRITS OF WILL, SPIRITS DIVINE & THE BIRTH OF ALL THINGS

February and Week 5 of #WORLD52 is already here! Is it just me, Voyagers, or does it feel like this year is accelerating? Well, regardless, for this week's Worldbuilding and art we're continuing my latest project: the PRIMAL MONSTER TAMING FANTASY TTRPG setting of-

(SUMMONER: THE WILD HUNT is still in developement, but look for us to start airing the actualplay and dropping a demo packet sometime in MAY 2025!) So, when we last left off, Oᒪᗩᑎ has just finished making it's firstborn children, the First Elemental Spirits, SEᑭᑌ, ᐯEᑎᗩ, ᗩᖇᗪE & ᕼEᒪᗩ. Let's pick up the tale from there!

-------------------------LORE BEYOND HERE-------------------------

Orah, In the ages after Oᒪᗩᑎ made the first four spirits, the great godtree rested, content for the first time in eternity. As it rested, it let it's firstborn play, and gave unto them all of it's grand expanse within which to explore and expand and sculpt and play. And so the great spirits set off, racing across eternity, playing and dancing and singing and roaring and building and growing, as children are want do. SEᑭᑌ tested her limitless endurance, and she born the world upon her back. She held it, and pushed it, and pulled it, and as it wrinkled and slid and shifted like a great tapestry, she formed the first mountains and valleys. She stood up and shouted, I AM SEᑭᑌ, FIRST OF MY KIN! WHERE I STAND, STONE SPLITS AND THE GROUND RISES!

ᐯEᑎᗩ was entranced by her sister's grand works, and she wanted to play too. So, in her infinite grace, she bounded across the sky. Where she passed, she wove clouds from the air, and bound the gales of the heavens into a tapestry, that the winds would have pattern and purpose. She stood up and shouted, I AM ᐯEᑎᗩ, SECOND OF MY KIN! WHERE I DANCE, THE SKY CLEARS AND THE WINDS RISE!

ᗩᖇᗪE was jealous of her sister's grand works, for she also wished to play at making. So, with might beyond measure, she plunged her hands deep into the mountains and beneath the shifting tapestry of the soil. Where she struck, lava lept from below, sharpening the mountains, fertilizing the soil with rich volcanic ash. She swung her limbs, as fires began to spread, eating away old growth, and enriching the land for the new. She stood up and shouted,

I AM ᗩᖇᗪE, THIRD OF MY KIN! WHERE I STRIKE, THE WORLD IS BORN ANEW, AND FIRE RISES!

ᕼEᒪᗩ watched curiously as all her sisters worked grand works, for she also wished to play at making. So, with knowledge only she could have, she gently reached out her hand. Tracing her fingers across the soil, she stitched rivers through the caverns and canyons of SEᑭᑌ's work, bringing motion to their stillness. She stirred the waters in the oceans, stitching mighty currents into their waters below to match ᐯEᑎᗩ's winds, that they may have something to dance with. She swept her hand over the wildfires and volcanoes, bringing rainfall across them, that trees grew from the fertile soil of ᗩᖇᗪE's flames. She stood up and spoke,

I AM ᕼEᒪᗩ, LAST OF MY KIN. WHERE I SEE, ALL THINGS ARE REVEALED, AND WATER FLOWS.

And ᕼEᒪᗩ's sisters watched her wonders, and smiled in approval, for she was wise and knew much, and she had taught them the joy of playing with others. So a new age dawned, and the Great Spirits played and learned from one another. SEᑭᑌ and ᗩᖇᗪE roughhoused and tested their power against one another, and in doing so the peaks of mountains rose higher then ever, ringed with crowns of flame and thrones of granite. ᐯEᑎᗩ and ᕼEᒪᗩ danced together, and they made storms and weather. ᗩᖇᗪE lifted ᐯEᑎᗩ up, tossing her higher than she could ever fly on her own, and where she landed, she brought lightning to the ground, power from the sky itself! ᕼEᒪᗩ taught SEᑭᑌ how to stitch and weave, and they wove water through the lowlands and swamps. SEᑭᑌ showed ᐯEᑎᗩ how she made the land, and Vena danced past her canyons and mountains, chiseling their edges, and blowing the dust into beaches and deserts, covering them with sand. ᗩᖇᗪE carried ᕼEᒪᗩ upon her shoulders, and as they stomped about, their laughter boiled water beneath them, splitting the ground with steam vents, geysers, and springs. And Oᒪᗩᑎ, proud beyond measure, watched and was filled with joy.

But one day, ᕼEᒪᗩ stopped playing. She reasoned:

IT IS WONDERFUL TO PLAY TOGETHER, MY SISTERS. BUT IMAGINE HOW MUCH FUN WE WOULD HAVE IF WE HAD MORE FRIENDS TO PLAY WITH!

The other spirits thought hard, and they all agreed with her, as she knew much and was wise beyond measure. So they went to Oᒪᗩᑎ, their creator, and SEᑭᑌ asked. OH GREAT Oᒪᗩᑎ WHO WE SHELTER BENEATH, WHERE MAY WE FIND OTHERS TO PLAY WITH, THAT WE MAY HAVE MORE FUN? And Oᒪᗩᑎ sighed a great sigh, and said. OH, MY CHILDREN, I AM Oᒪᗩᑎ AND WHILE I WORK WONDERS, WE ARE ALONE IN ETERNITY. I GAVE YOU LIFE AS I WAS LONELY, AND WISHED COMPANIONSHIP. IF I COULD FIND OTHERS, I WOULD, BUT YOU ARE ALL I HAVE FOUND. YOU HAVE BROUGHT SUCH JOY TO ME, AND ALL I HAVE IS YOURS. I WISH I HAD MORE TO GIVE.

The Great Spirits hugged the Godtree's branches, saddened but grateful for their maker's love. Yet ᕼEᒪᗩ kept thinking, and thinking and thinking again. And as the sisters returned to their play, she stood up, having thought of an answer!

MY SISTERS, IF Oᒪᗩᑎ GAVE US LIFE AND ALL IT HAD TO GIVE, SURELY WE CAN DO THE SAME! LET US WORK TOGETHER, AND MAKE OTHERS TO PLAY WITH!

The other spirits thought hard, and they all agreed with her, as she knew much and was wise beyond measure. So SEᑭᑌ sculpted bodies from clay, ᐯEᑎᗩ blew breath into their lungs, ᗩᖇᗪE set a flame in their hearts, and ᕼEᒪᗩ whispered knowing unto them. They did this with all things, and crafted creatures in all shapes and sizes, until the ground, the sky, the deserts and the oceans all teemed with life. And the sisters watched the animals grow and multiply with glee. Together, they made all things, and they were filled with joy. Yet, still ᕼEᒪᗩ thought that something was missing.

MY SISTERS. WHAT WE HAVE MADE IS BEAUTIFUL, AND IT FILLS ME WITH JOY, YET THESE CREATURES ARE WILD AND NOT LIKE US.

WHAT MORE CAN WE DO? WE HAVE GIVEN THEM BODIES AND BREATH AND A FIRE IN THEIR HEARTS AND KNOWLEDGE TO SURVIVE. SEᑭᑌ said.

TIS TRUE, SISTER OF MINE. YET THEY LACK THE WANT TO DANCE, THE NEED TO TEST THEMSELVES, THE FLAME TO BE DARING, AND THE WISDOM TO GROW. ᐯEᑎᗩ said.

Yet it was ᗩᖇᗪE who found the answer, for she was strong enough to speak harsh truths. SISTERS OF MINE, WE HAVE MISSED THE HEART OF IT. YES THEY HAVE BODIES AND BREATH AND HEARTS AND MINDS. YET TO MAKE US, OLAN GAVE US ALL IT HAD.TO MAKE OTHERS LIKE US, WE MUST DO THE SAME. ᗩᖇᗪE said. And the Great Spirits saw the wisdom in ᗩᖇᗪE's words, and they agreed to try one more time.

I AM ᕼEᒪᗩ, LAST OF MY KIN! YOU WILL DRINK DEEP OF MY KNOWLEDGE. FOR IF KNOWLEDGE NOT SHARED, IT IS LOST. I AM ᗩᖇᗪE, THIRD OF MY KIN! YOU WILL DRAW FROM MY ENDLESS MIGHT. FOR IF MIGHT IS NOT USED FOR OTHERS, IT IS WASTED.

I AM ᐯEᑎᗩ, SECOND OF MY KIN! YOU SHALL FEEL MY BOUNDLESS GRACE. FOR IF GRACE NOT EXTENDED TO OTHERS, IT IS SQUANDERED.

I AM SEᑭᑌ, FIRST OF MY KIN! AND THROUGH ME YOU SHALL ENDURE FOREVER. FOR YOU ARE OUR LAST GAME AND WE SHALL LIVE ON IN YOU. AND AS I LOVE MY SISTERS, I WILL ALWAYS PROTECT THEM.

And the Great Spirits smiled and held each other, and gave their LIFE to that which they made. With the splitting of earth, the howling of wind, the roaring of flames, and the crashing of waves, SPIRITS OF WILL rose from their LOVE, and SPIRITS DIVINE rose from their POWER. And the Godtree wept, for what parent would not weep for their children's loss? Yet, it understood their hearts, and it loved them unto forever. So, Olan spoke:

I AM Oᒪᗩᑎ AND MY CHILDREN GAVE YOU LIFE. OH CHILDREN OF MY CHILDREN, HERE ME: SPIRITS OF WILL, I NOW TWIST MY BRANCHES FOR YOU, THAT YOU MAY REST IN MY SHADE. FOR YOU WERE BORN OF THEIR LOVE, AND FOR THEM YOU WILL ALWAYS KNOW PEACE.

SPIRITS DIVINE, I GIFT MY CHILDREN'S WONDERS TO YOU, THAT YOU MAY CONTINUE THEIR WORKS. FOR YOU WERE BORN OF THEIR POWER, AND IN THEIR STEAD YOU WILL WATCH OVER THEIR CHILDREN. THIS IS MY COVENANT WITH YOU.

-------------------------LORE END HERE------------------------- Thanks for joining me in this week's #WORLD52!

I'll be back this Saturday for WEEK 6, my Voyagers!

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GENTRY DOLAAN AINT NO FASCIST

ARC 2 START, NO MAN LEFT BEHIND, COMIC 19

GO GET 'EM, MI AMOR.

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#WORLD52 WEEK 4 SUBMISSION:

HERALDRY OF THE BROTHERHOODS

Week 4 of #WORLD52 is here, Voyagers! I actually got a jump on this this week's Worldbuilding the other day on my Space Marine Fancomic...

So give a read of the article above, as I talk about the importance of heraldry and livery in the Grimdark Future of the Charybdis Sector! And stay tuned for more Worldbuilding in next week's WORLD52!

BROTHERS: A Tale of Treachery & Doom

WATCH CHARYBDIS LORE FILE:

HERALDY & LIVERY OF THE WATCH'S BROTHERHOODS Each of the 4 Brotherhoods of the Watch Charybdis maintain their own unique systems of Heraldry & Livery, steeped in meaning and tradition.

PART 1: THE KNIGHTS NUMENARIE

The Knights Numenarie, in their proud Robin's Egg blue armor, maintain Tilting Shields across all their Circles as a cultural touchstone to their strong tradition of dueling, and upon each tilting shield is a Coat of Arms, personalized to each Knight. Each Coat of Arms has 2 major elements: an OATH and a PERSONAL EFFECT.

------------------------- The Knights have 4 Oaths for different battlefields roles, and before battle they are renewed or changed as needed: -The OATH OF THE SWORD focuses on close quarters combat, shock tactics, special operations and high mobility warfare. Every Circle’s Leadership is sworn to the Sword Oath, and at any time may requisition other Swordsworn to assist their Circle. Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Bʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ Mᴀɴᴋɪɴᴅ. ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇ,ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ᴀꜱ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴅᴀᴡɴ, ᴀꜱ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴀꜱ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ. ᴡᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Hᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ ᴍᴀʏ ʀɪꜱᴇ. -The OATH OF THE SHIELD is for those with a tactical focus on general warfighting and strategic flexibility. The bulk of a Circle is sworn to the Shield Oath, as Shieldsworn protect Imperial citizens and covering their kin in battle. Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Sʜɪᴇʟᴅ ᴏꜰ Mᴀɴᴋɪɴᴅ. ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅ,ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ. ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴘᴇᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴊᴜꜱᴛ, ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ, ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴀᴅᴀᴍᴀɴᴛɪɴᴇ. ᴡᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Hᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ ᴍᴀʏ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇ. The OATH OF THE ARROW for those with an organizational focus on capital ship combat, intelligence gathering and stealth operations. Combining a Circle’s recon and fleet command, the Bowsworn deliver orbital fire support and useful intel where it’s needed most. Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Aʀʀᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ Mᴀɴᴋɪɴᴅ. ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴀʏ. ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇ ꜱᴛʀɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴡᴇ ꜰʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ ᴍᴀʏ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ. The OATH OF THE HAMMER is for those with an organizational focus on battlefield engineering, vehicular combat, and battlefield repair. Every Circle’s Forgekeeper and Ritters are sworn to this oath, dedicated to the creation, care and use of the Brotherhood’s vehicles. Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴀᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴏꜰ Mᴀɴᴋɪɴᴅ. ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ, ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ. ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴅᴀᴍᴀɴᴛɪɴᴇ. ᴡᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ ᴍᴀʏ ɢʀᴏᴡ.

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PERSONAL EFFECTS, are unique elements added to the Shield, usually recalling a defining deed or moment in a Knight's service, and are very personal. AS AN EXAMPLE: Brother-Apothecary Daxan Tahlk, sworn to the Sword, bears the trinary helix of his office as medicae on his shield, his sword entangled with it, denoting how he views the task of saving lives as defining to his own.

Brother-Castellan Joachim Erlichmann bears two lightning bolts across his shield, a trophy earned by slaying the a champion of the fell powers, “Urjak, the Lightning Bearer”, in single combat at the battle of Craven’s Gorge on the world of Talibtu.

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BROTHERS: A Tale of Treachery & Doom

ARC 0: GATHERING, COMIC 5

OATHS

CLAD THYSELVES IN PLATES OF FINEST MAKE, AND WEAR PROUDLY THY COLORS.

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YOUTUBE TTRPG ARTSTREAM

Good morning, my Voyagers!

So after weeks of promising, guess who's back to streaming? That's right, I'm live on YOUTUBE, right now! Im doing a little bit of #TTRPG Worldbuilding for my

campaign, so come and join me, chat, and help me build worlds! So if you've been curious about what's gonna happen next, or wanted to hang/meet the artist & ask some questions, come on over!

LET'S BUILD WORLDS TOGETHER!

Come and hang out, I'm live right now (JAN 23rd, 11:00am EST) for the first time ever on my YOUTUBE CHANNEL!!

LINK

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The history of our community is written in uphill struggles and terrible things. And every time, we've come out of it stronger. We may not be able to change the world alone, but as a community, we can support and endure as we've done time and time again.

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GENTRY DOLAAN AINT NO FASCIST

ARC 2 START, NO MAN LEFT BEHIND, COMIC 18

SMOKE SO DENSE YOU CAN WALK ON IT.

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#WORLD52 WEEK 3 SUBMISSION:

OLANBRANCH

Week 3 of #WORLD52 is here, Voyagers! For this week's Worldbuilding and art we're visiting my latest project: the PRIMAL MONSTER TAMING FANTASY TTRPG setting of-

(SUMMONER: THE WILD HUNT is still in developement, but look for us to start airing the actualplay and dropping a demo packet sometime in MAY 2025!) The world of Summoner is quite different from our own. So, let's take a moment and set the stage.

-------------------------LORE BEYOND HERE-------------------------

Long ago, before time began and as the first stars flickered to life, the great Godtree-

Oᒪᗩᑎ

-grew. It sprawled from nothing, it's roots binding and winding about all things. It stretched across the gulf between stars, circling their warmth. It grew through nebulas and the cosmic dust of life. It grew across all things, for Oᒪᗩᑎ is life itself, and it is the nature of Oᒪᗩᑎ to grow beyond itself.

Time passed on, and the Godtree's leaves fell and regrew, its bark mulched and healed under eons of age. It wished to be hearty, and solid. So it grew and shed and grew and shed until all across it's mighty form grew layers of dirt and dust and stone, miles deep, compacted by the pressure of it's own weight. So the first EARTH was formed. And it was good.

But Oᒪᗩᑎ was not satisfied. It wished for more than mere stone and soil to grow upon it, solid and sure though it was.

So more time passed on, and Oᒪᗩᑎ felt the breath of creation upon it's leaves. Cosmic dust blew through its boughs, and the Godtree wished to breathe as it did. So it grew it's leaves out, and pulled the star zephyrs towards its surface. Slow and carefully, it pulled the dust about itself, and exhaled, wrapping itself in a cloak of breathable air. So the first WIND was formed. And it was good.

But Oᒪᗩᑎ was not satisfied. It wished for more than the mere stone and soil upon it, solid and sure though it was, or the ephemeral wind that danced over it, gentle and swift though it was.

So yet more time passed on, and Oᒪᗩᑎ felt the warmth of the stars it snaked around. It reached for them, entranced by the heat, and grew towards them. For the Godtree wished to grow as bright and warm as they were. So it grew it's branches out, and dipped creepers into the stars. The creepers burned and scorched, and as the flames traveled up the creepers, it's embers slipped beneath the dirt and mud and stone upon the Godtree's hide, and found places to burn and melt. Volcanoes and magma grew, a burning lifeblood in the world's veins. So the first FIRE was formed. And it was good.

But Oᒪᗩᑎ was not satisfied. It wished for more than the mere stone and soil upon it, solid and sure though it was, or the ephemeral wind that danced over it, gentle and swift though it was, or the meager flame that simmered within it, warm and bright though it was.

So yet more time passed on, and Oᒪᗩᑎ felt the coolness of moisture on it's limbs. It's leaves and brush passed through a nebula, and the Godtree wished to be so cool and soothing as it was. So it grew it's leaves out and ice within the nebula began to coat them. The warmth within the Godtree melted the ice, and the cool liquid rand down it's branches in great rivers and torrents. It ran into valleys and beds, forming rivers and seas, and it seeped beneath the surface, to form aquafers and oceans. So the first WATER was formed. And it was good.

But Oᒪᗩᑎ was not satisfied. It wished for more than the mere stone and soil upon it, solid and sure though it was, or the ephemeral wind that danced over it, gentle and swift though it was, or the meager flame that simmered within it, warm and bright though it was, or the shallow water that flowed through it, cool and soothing though it was.

So yet even more time passed, and Oᒪᗩᑎ felt increasingly lonely. For, as majestic as it was, wonderous as it was, clad in Earth and Wind and Fire and Water as it was, it was alone in all that was and would be. It searched and it searched forever unto never, and no matter how far it grew, it could only find it's own branches. And Oᒪᗩᑎ wept, for nothing but it was truly alive. Until, one day, the Godtree ceased it sorrow. For it realized, if nothing else was alive, it would simply have to grow more life!

And so Oᒪᗩᑎ reached deep into the Earth, and spoke life into the stone that protected it. It said, I AM OᒪᗩᑎAND I GIVE YOU LIFE. I NAME YOU SEᑭᑌ. YOU WERE FIRST, AND THROUGH ALL THINGS YOU SHALL ENDURE. And a spirit sprung forth from within the earth and smiled at it's maker, and Oᒪᗩᑎ was filled with joy.

So Oᒪᗩᑎ reached up into the Wind, and spoke life into the sky that cloaked it. It said, I AM OᒪᗩᑎAND I GIVE YOU LIFE. I NAME YOU ᐯEᑎᗩ. YOU WERE SECOND, AND ALL THINGS SHALL FEEL YOUR GRACE.

And a spirit soared from the clouds and danced around it's maker, and Oᒪᗩᑎ was filled with joy.

So Oᒪᗩᑎ reached within the Fire, and spoke life into the flame that warmed it. It said, I AM OᒪᗩᑎAND I GIVE YOU LIFE. I NAME YOU ᗩᖇᗪE. YOU WERE THIRD, AND ALL THINGS DRAW FROM YOUR STRENGTH.

And a spirit burst from the magma and roared for it's maker, and Oᒪᗩᑎ was filled with joy.

So Oᒪᗩᑎ reached across the Water, and spoke life into the streams and rivers that soothed it. It said, I AM OᒪᗩᑎAND I GIVE YOU LIFE. I NAME YOU ᕼEᒪᗩ. YOU WERE THE LAST, AND ALL THINGS DRINK DEEP OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE.

And a spirit rose from the lakes and oceans and sang for it's maker, and Oᒪᗩᑎ was filled with joy.

No longer alone, Oᒪᗩᑎ stretched it's limbs out for the spirits to rest within. It wove it's branches into hammocks, for it wished for that which it made to know peace. And Oᒪᗩᑎ said. I AM OᒪᗩᑎAND I HAVE GIVEN YOU LIFE. I TWIST MY BRANCHES FOR YOU, THAT YOU MAY REST IN MY SHADE, SO THAT YOU MAY ALWAYS KNOW PEACE. THIS IS MY COVENANT TO ALL I HAVE MADE.

And Oᒪᗩᑎ finally was finally content.

-------------------------LORE END HERE------------------------- Thanks for joining me in this week's #WORLD52!

We'll be back next week with WEEK 4, so keep an eye out!

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IT'S NEWS TIME, VOYAGERS!

Today my news is a little bittersweet, but hopefully it's more sweet than bitter.

So let's start with the bitter…

After nearly a year of play, my Lighter-Than-Air Pathfinder 2e TTRPG actualplay livestream…

… has come to an end.

For those of you familiar with TTRPGs, you probably can guess what brought this end, but for the curious and those new to the Tabletop RPG scene, it was nothing dramatic or problematic. We're all still friends and Im genuinely hoping I can work with these folks more in the future. It was what slays most TTRPG campaigns: the Player's & GM's Real Life obligations and schedules shifted, and we just couldn't align our schedules to make it work anymore.

So, to make it clear, the campaign is concluded, and there will be no stream of it in the forseeable future. While I do wish to revisit it at some point in the future, I dont know when that's gonna be. I'll still draw art from the setting, and I want to release what work Ive done for making custom creatures, adversaries, airships, striders, and the world notes I've made so that you all can run your own campaigns in The Wild Skies of Atanria !! I'll probably do that on my Kofi or a Patreon, at the lowest levels of contribution, if not for free. I'll let all you folks when I get there, that's gonna be a bit.!

It's a bittersweet part of TTRPGs that they end, to quote Vision: a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts. After all, when one game ends, another begins.

Speaking of, let's move into the sweet…

Atanria may be done, but I'm currently writing an alpha ruleset for a project I'm hoping to stream starting sometime in Summer/Fall 2025…

SUMMONER: THE WILD HUNT

That's right, for you folks interested in my SUMMONER project who've been wondering when your time is coming, it's coming sooner rather than later! This will be the second actualplay stream on my channel that'll feature a game made by me using my LEGACY: CORE RULES system!

Summoner is a Monster Taming TTRPG system, set in a primal fantasy setting inspired by media like PRINCESS MONONOKE, JADE COCOON, SHADOW OF THE COLOSSUS & HORIZON: ZERO DAWN. Set in a world of verdant primal magic, humanity and it's cousins broke their covenant with the Olan the Godtree ages ago, and in doing so saw their works cast down by an army of monstrous spirits. Now confined to small patches of tranquility known as glades, the scattered tribes of humanity must find their balance with nature, bond with and fight alongside the spirits that beset them, or face extinction. And while Olan is neither cruel nor kind, and seeks not our destruction, something out there does. FINALLY...

NEXT WEEK will see my return to Streaming, which I'll be starting to do on my YOUTUBE CHANNEL moving forwards! You can find it HERE, same times as always! We'll be returning to LEGACY: FIRST FLIGHT every other Saturday (Starting 01/25/2025), and you can definitely expect some WEBCOMIC Artstreams for GENTRY DOLAAN AINT NO FASCIST & BROTHERS: A TALE OF TREACHERY & DOOM, plus Worldbuilding & Rulesmithing streams on there (both for LEGACY & for SUMMONER)!

So, that's all the news fit to print!

Genuinely, thank you all again, my friends! And have a lovely weekend!

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GENTRY DOLAAN AINT NO FASCIST

ARC 2 START, NO MAN LEFT BEHIND, COMIC 17

NOTHING SHORT OF A MIRACLE.

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