#Topic: Misterica

[shiroi---kumo]

🎶☀️👑 Rhythm of the Sun 👑 ☀️🎶

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Windaria || The Land of Soil

Windaria was a land of soul borne and was a harsh mixed climate of both desert and tree. Few forests littered the land where most soil spread over vast reaches of the ground below the clouds.

It was a place where only the hardy could survive. The sun was hot and the nights were cold no matter where one was and because of this the Windarian people that lived there were a species not to be trifled with.

The Windarian Government was an Oligarchy giving power to a small number of men who were the very top reaches of the government. More over these men were the highest reaches of the Windarian Military. Windarians valued the collective over the individual and would do whatever was necessary to make sure the collective advanced and survived.

They were a race of humanoid like beings with claws and fangs that bled the crystallization of one's soul known as Soil. They worshipped the God of Destruction and Ruler of the Soil Spiral, The Infernal Father, Bahamut. Below him were minor warriors gods but also Gods for medicine and the harvest.

Windarians worshipped the land above all. The land would give all and the land could take all away. They existed in a warrior mentality and the able bodied devoted their lives to the military, as that was the greatest way to show honor and respect for those around you. They dropped countless resources into military and weapons development to protect against the wilds of the Windaria and any invaders that could attack from upon high.

Windaria had a tendency to divide it's people depending on the color of their blood - as the color of one's soil would be reflective in the color they bled. All colors formed the collective, so all colors had a place but some were better at some skills than other and they were named accordingly. It was common practice for the color of one's soil to be reflective in a Windarian's name.

Their gift from the Infernal Father, was the Golden Gun - the Magun itself. It was said that whoever were to become the wielder of such a creation would become a war god and would be able to deal with the Misterican Threat their Celestial Brethren posed during the times of war.

Later deep into this Millennia old feud, the szél-köd tűzszünet was forged with the Misterican King, Helakanpunainen Aurinko causing a ceasefire between their people, but the ceasefire could only hold so long while the two worlds looked for the chosen wielders of their Holy Weapons of the Gods.

[aquaticsoul]

@shiroi---kumo is not where he's supposed to be:

✋ tiny puffball; he's six

Holding Hands || ACCEPTING

For once, Sielu finds himself a little too tired to head home.

Normal evenings are ones where he packs up and gets home right around time for dinner with his parents and Sydän, but this evening is far from normal. The entire day has been busy starting with a lesson at the very start of the morning, then the crafting of more lesson plans than he probably needs, then a meeting later followed immediately by a second one, and then it was right back to writing out materials.

And then it was kind of late to be flying home, leaving the blue-haired man in one of his classroom chairs with his upper body hunched forward over his desk. One hand writes notes and makes corrections, the other loose by his side, and he's so distracted that he does not even hear his student enter the room.

He does not notice Pilvi at all until he feels a tiny hand wrap around two of his fingers - and there is no way this child is in the right place.

Blue eyes go from the paper to the puffball to the clock and back to the boy as he sets the pen down.

"Well hello, Pilvi. Isn't dinner soon?" he asks, offering him a smile before his mask returns to obscure it. "What are you doing on this side of the palace?"

[kazeofthemagun]

Warheads: Do you have a bad experience that broke off a relationship?

Candy Asks

He sat in silence for some time, clearly uncomfortable, the ridiculous offering of candy on the floor before him and warily eyed. There was something magical about the treat which caused him to suddenly seriously consider answering the visitor’s inquiry.

Bad, and... relationship? Was an event “bad” if it caused growth? Did it count as “breaking off” a relationship if it merely transformed it into another kind? Transformation was inherent to the cycle of souls, after all, and, in extension, the human nature. There was only one story he could possibly tell here, even if he did not want to. Oh, how he did not want to.

Blue orbs narrowed at the stranger as he hesitantly spoke.

“...Yes. Although it was for the best. It caused grief. But also healed. Set us on the right track.”

His hand idly traveled to the earring of blood and sap he always wore. His mind set to work on how to best evade the question at hand. But alas, he could not. A predicament, certainly, but he would endure. Conversation was simply another kind of torture.

But, even if it was bad, was it also... growth?

“Windaria was... Going through a tumultuous period when I was born. Clan wars. The reignited feud with Misterica.”

His lips formed the word “Chaos”, but he caught it between his teeth before any sound escaped his mouth. A dry swallow.

“You may know from Lisa, or the children’s stories, if you are here. Bothering me, of all people...” He growled. “I had a sister. Aura. We were separated at birth. We knew nothing about our blood. I trained as a Soil-Adherent. And she, was a Missionary. We grew close. Over our calling. Over our bond.”

A pause. “It could have... gotten out of hand, easily.”

He turned his head away. “I knew very little of my family. Death. Left alone. On streets. She traced both our beginnings to a splintered merchant family from a lower city. I trust you understand? It was a wake-up call for the both of us. But breaking hearts is simply rearranging them, sometimes. Healing... together? We had never been closer than that.”

Blue eyes widened. This was ridiculous. There was nothing here a stranger should know. No, these were his secrets and his secrets alone. He’d rather spit his own blood than these words. Why?

Black Wind was not used to speaking about his feelings. He fancied himself some weapon, as if in denial of his very own humanity, but even he knew it was all a facade, a tool to aid him on his endless quest. Inside, he was still struggling to piece back all the scattered fragments. And he was bad at it. Very bad. To begin with, he only had one hand to do the job.

Was twice the slog, that way.

It wouldn’t be long before he either shut down completely or snapped at the stranger. The latter made even more hazardous by the consistent presence of a shotgun at his hip. Slowly, both arms, flesh and metal, rose to touch at his temples. It was quite clear he had chased himself into an emotional corner and nothing else would be disclosed on the topic.

A low hum broke through the silence. “My dear, dear sister...”

[shiroi---kumo]

HI GUYS this was a long time comin'

I give you the humanoid form of The Celestial Mother, herself - Lady Tiamat!

This is the Mother of the Mist and ruler / creator of the heavens and skies themselves. Sister to Lord Bahamut, she exists within the space of the Holy Blade - The Maken.

She was placed within the Maken by the original children of Creation and Destruction to assist with the battle against Chaos. Currently she shares the space of a body within her vessel, and the champion of her blade - Valkoinen Pilvi; the Unlimited of Salvation.

Tiamat's wings aren't always present in her humanoid form. She can "store" them within her body so they aren't in the way and they become the markings on her back. Long in the future these wings were tattoo'ed on the back of her vessel in order to mark them as the one bestowed with her power.

[shiroi---kumo]

By this starlit dance let my heart connect to yours and thus our souls intermix

[shiroi---kumo]

🎶 With this Oath I pledge we shall walk together 🎶

[shiroi---kumo]

So fun fact, I don't know if anyone has caught me on yet but all the Path of the King pieces I've been doing are sequenced and they will continue to be as I do more, because I will always do more.

So you get this again, but all together now, because Path of the King is my precious baby and I adore it to pieces and it's my favorite part of Misterican Society okay

If you forgot what Path of the King is - see here

[shiroi---kumo]

Misterican Culture || The Bonded Pair

Within the space of Mistericans culture there are two ways mist can be mixed, and that is by way of a Soul Bind which is in service to the royal family and that of a Love Bond which is that of two Mistericans who have formed a bonded pair or in more human terms, a couple.

Mistericans refer to their romantic counterpart as their "bond", much in the same way a royal/vassal will refer to their counter as their "bind".

But what is the difference between a bind and bond?

A bind is a pact made between two Mistericans by way of a Life Oath that can only be performed between a Royal and another Misterican (usually a teacher or a knight). This Life Oath is a Service Life Oath and it puts the Misterican in question in service to the Royal they bound to.

A bond is a relationship formed between two Mistericans in concerns a romantic intentions. So since same sex/ any gender relationships were a normally within the space of Misterican Culture, instead of using gendered language to refer to their partner they simply called them "their bond".

That's why a couple in the space of Misterican Culture was known as a "Bonded Pair". It's just the same that they didn't really refer to each other with gendered language post marriage but still continued to call them "their bond" (or their love bond) but the act of marriage was referred to as "mixing mist" because they literally did so when performing the sacred dance during that ceremony. This is how the gems of commitment were formed.

So a Misterican would never ask "Would you marry me?"

They would ask "Would you mix mist with me?" Or "Would you mix your mist with mine?"

The act of marriage is much less a legally binding act that give governmental benefit in their culture and much more an act of blending two souls into one, as their mist is "Their Soul's Breath" so to blend them is extremely intimate and personal. The act of marriage to a Misterican is something that they mean with their soils and they won't ever rush into the act without thought. Doing so means you're bound forever and to unbind two mixed souls is extremely difficult.

That being said, Mistericans love in a multitude of ways and express that love to more than just their bond. To speak "Rakastan Sinua" or "I love you" to someone who is not your bond is not only commonplace but also encouraged. They have other ways of expressing affection that are more romantic in nature.

Mistericans can hold affection for others Ina variety of ways, and romantic isn't always it. Snuggling with and purring on a loved one is not uncommon but is also normal practice for them. This applies to parents, children, siblings, teachers, friends, extended family, binds, etc.

Mistericans only live once and when they die their physical form fades out, so they are rarely shy about showing some form of physical affection, be it - hugging, cuddling, purring, rubbing their horns together, forehead kisses, or hand holding. This is why they greet each other the same way they pray because each and every encounter is a gift and a blessing.

That being said, forming a bond with another Misterican (or with one at all) is not an instant thing and it is something they take excessively seriously due to the intimate nature of things like mixing mist or kissing. Due to things like kissing at all because doing so could accidently mix mist and if they aren't careful they could hurt the other person.

Mistericans are not human and do not love like human do. Their culture and physical attributes have formed their own ways to approach this subject and they don't take it lightly. AKA Mistericans are not likely to have short relationships or flings because forming a bonded pair takes TIME and they are such an intimate step in life.

Gems are normally exchanged upon a pair being formed, normally soul gems from either side of the forming couple as a show of affection and intention - and this too is a large step for a Misterican to take as giving a soul gem is handing a loved one both proof they loved but also proof of their existence should something happen to them.

[shiroi---kumo]

🎶 Let my steps walk your path and let our lives become one. 🎶

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Path of the King ☁️👑

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The Children of the Spark's Prophecy (?) || Misterica's Side

"When inky black stretches out wide and far

And darkness comes to consume the stars

Please heed this call across the times

And listen to this celestial rhyme

___

______

Shall clash with demons in this fight

Born of darkness and the light

Celestial and Esper _______

When Soil and Mist so divine

Now standing with such gun and blade

____

With ________ they so will clash

Fighting to their very last

Warriors born of the moon and ______

No rest until the battle won

They be your Children of Black and White

For this eternal cosmic fight

And victory shall reign from sky ______

when Salvation ______ stands _____ "

[shiroi---kumo]

"Revon Tulet, by my power as King, I, Helekanpunainen Aurinko, bind thee to one Valkoinen Pilvi for the duration of your lives and with this oath you will exist in his service for as long as you may live. Do you accept this Oath?"

"I do."

[shiroi---kumo]

Kenraali Sininen Taivas || General Blue Skies

Head of the Misterican Royal Knights, and personal guard of Lord Aurinko himself, Kenraali Taivas is a busy man. He's been with the knights for the entirety of his life and dedicated himself to his position to achieve the highest rank in the kingdom. He was given Aurinko as his charge when Aurinko was a baby and Taivas was just 34 years old. He's watched over him his entire life and he still does so to this day faithfully without ever flinching at the task.

[shiroi---kumo]

Misterican Culture and Religion || Tiamat's Prayer

I have written many times within the space of Kumo's blog in the last years Kumo making this motion:

And he is not the only one who does. ALL the Mistericans do. That's because instead of extending their hand for a handshake in greeting they do this. It looks like:

The right arm swings out into a large arc as the left hand swings up into a low arc until they meet flat palm in front of the belly. This is a Misterican Greeting but it carries more weight than that.

That hand position is also how they hold their hands in prayer. Mistericans greet the same way they pray. This makes sense when you remember that Misterica is a Theocracy and the Chruch is half of the Government.

The Government is run by The Religious Council AND The Royal Family. The Misterican Government basically had two kings.

One in the form of the Reigning King of the Royal Family and the other in the form of the leader of the Church, known as The Piipsa.

So basically what I'm saying here is Mistericans were extremely religious as a society and having religion blending into natural greeting isn't too far out for them.

But more importantly because of the nature of how a Misterican dies. When a Misterican dies, their body fades out into nothing as their Mist is released back into the skies to return to the heavens from which they were born.

Meaning Mistericans highly valued comradery and company. So to greet your fellow Misterican with the symbol of prayer to Tiamat was just another way of showing gratitude and grace at being able to meet with those you love once more or to be blessed with the meeting of a new soul. They thanked Tiamat for gifting them their lives and their bodies so they greeted each other in a manner that would show as such.

To add even more respect to the motion, and when one would pray to Tiamat herself they would tip their head in order to drop their horns even ever so slightly.

And I know I have said this before - that the Misterican phrase "I drop my horns" is equal to humans saying "I tip my hat" but for a Misterican to drop their horns to another was a way to bow their heads. It was a symbol of respect to another and in some senses a show of submission. For a Misterican to drop their horns at all was an extreme show from their immense value they placed in crystals in general as they were seen as a blessing from the Celestial Mother, Tiamat herself.

The horns upon the crown of one's head was a show of her love for the - crowning all of her child in brilliant crystal. So to drop those horns to another was an extreme show of respect.

So they greeted each other in the same fashion they prayed because they wanted everyone on in their lives to know they valued them as a blessing too.

[shiroi---kumo]

The Lesser Gods of Misterica

Breath through a crystal by Celestial Mother Split into hues of seven, given form Crafted carefully, never a blunder Each of these were her first born.

Utu, the god of justice and balance Toxic breath but peaceful heart To offer for the others guidance

Damu, the god of assistance and medicine Quick to act with golden passion To come up with advancements sudden

Ea, the god of visual arts Breath of purple and gentle hands To give out bold creative sparks

Nibada, the goddess of language and writing Careful with her ways of silence To hand out means of truth and lying

Enki, who was the god of wisdom Breath of rose often contained To offer the others clearer vision

Haya and Haja, twin god and goddess The dragons of song and dance To offer up rhythm against madness

These children seven rarely seen Split apart and went their ways Wait for the day to reform the team When they can return all of their grace When they all find their meeting place