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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

here is a little introduction to the original fantasy world i came up with for the eflorr trilogy.

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Welcome to the world of Tyhmalaa. Our stories take place on the continent of Aton where the two major kingdoms (Eflorr and Obelón) have had a feud spanning decades. 

here is a little list of facts to give you a sense of what kind of realm this is:

currency: platinum, gold, silver and copper 

monsters: yes

magic: no

calendar: the year is just divided by the four seasons (each with 90 days in them) with 7 days in a week (Moonsday, Tidesday, Windsday, Thundersday, Fogsday, Stormsday and Solarsday) and the year shift is on the longest night of the year on the 30th day of winter

year the first story begins: 856 PR (post-rimesunder, an ancient white dragon that once froze the entire continent of Efira for 2 centuries till he was slain)

climate: the weather in Aton goes through all four of the standard seasons (sping, summer, autumn and winter), though most of the stories take place on the northern side of the continent, so it is on the colder side.

religions: there are multiple gods people worship (some notable ones are: Apa – goddess of wilderness and the sea, Kotris – goddess of knowledge, Cicero – god of war and peace, Zondür – god of atonement and love, Sona – goddess of life and death)

kingdoms on the continent: Eflorr (capital: Borün) and Obelón (capital: Ingorn)

maps and doodles:

it took me around 30 hours of work to draw all of these, but it was super meditative.

map of the continent of Aton.

⊠ squares = capitals

⊗ circles = smaller towns

△ triangles = speciality locations

the continent of Efira is located to the north east of Aton.

Fort Borün. The ivy-covered stone castle on the top of the cliff is home of the royal family of Eflorr.

Elm Square. The beating heart of Borün, it is not only a central meeting place for all, but also the district where the majority of the city's shops, taverns, etc are. The town square gets especially sparkly during the seasonal festivals with booths are stalls crowding the market.

Willow Grove Cemetery. As the name would suggest, a large weeping willow tree grounds this cemetery that it is built around. Although Eflorr as a whole commonly isn't very religious, this graveyard does house a few alters and shrines to various deities.

The Valerian Ward. You'll find all manner of schools, museums, as well as Borün's beautiful aquarium in this part of town.

The Port of Borün. The city's docks are always bustling with excitement and possibilities.

The Western Farms. Up on the hill that swiftly blossoms into The Noll Woods, are a plethora of rolling fields and cosy cottages.

The Beach. Down the little steps on the northern side of the docks is not the only way to access this cove. Though the steep path some way further north is no secret, not everyone is privileged to the knowledge that the castle's cellar opens up into a cave system that leads out onto the beach. Created as a safety measure and a last resort for the royals to escape, the tunnels most commonly got used by the young royals as a daring playground.

The Tulip Neighbourhood. The homes in this part of town have generous courtyards that bring the households together.

The Dandelion Quarter. Part residential, this neighbourhood also houses a grand park (The Riverview Public Park), where combat courses/training are held every weekend, as well as The Water Lily Orphanage.

The Snowdrop Sector. For those not inclined for the bustle of the city's centre but still want to live close enough to the action often settle down in a little cottage out in this district. Many also chose to retire out here, living out the rest of their days in a cabin by the sea.

The Barracks. Through the main gate lies a grand courtyard to welcome you to the castle. The surrounding buildings are designated mainly for the wardens. There are living quarters for them, training areas, armoury, small stables that also house the royal horses, as well as the city's small garrison.

The Western Wing. In here lies many of the more public spaces: throne room, ballroom, banquet hall, servants quarters, the kitchen, war room, the meeting room that's utilised mostly for gatherings with the town council.

The Conservatory. This secluded greenhouse was built as a memorial to King Edward III. who apparently had quite the green thumb.

The Topiary Garden. A private courtyard separating the two main buildings is a serene space where one can come sit on a small bench and listen to the trickling water of the fountain in the centre.

The Eastern Wing. This part of the castle is home to the royal's private chambers as well as numerous other spaces such as the library.

The castle also has a basement that's not only utilised for storage (both of common items as well as the most precious that's kept safe in the grand vault) it also connects to a tunnel system that leads all the way out onto the beach.

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[sicksadsim]

Going to the Scrumpy's house on maybe I'd say a Moonsday only to discover the stork brought them a kid Welcome to the world Cloud Scrumpy

[aywren]

Cora's exploring the swamp dungeon and looting good stuff.

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[aenor-llelo]

/orp So, years are 18 months long. Ticks, tocks, clicks, and clocks correspond to seconds, minutes, hours, and days. -Why don't weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, and millenia have different names as well? -How many days are there in a week and what are their names in order+reasons for names? -Are there still 60 ticks in a tock, 24 clicks in a clock, etc? If not, how and why are the numbers different? (signed, someone who loves worldbuilding and is obsessed with how it's done in OrP)

the weekdays and month names are different, but disregarding name changes there are still

60 ticks to tock

60 tocks to click

24 clicks to clock

a month is still an earth approximate month.

it was going to come up eventually, but here:

THE WEEKDAYS, starting from the sunday equivalent, are,

-shrinesday

-sunsday

-moonsday

-starsday

-watersday

-firesday

-spiritsday

THE MONTHS, starting from new year's equivalent, are,

-enamon, diomon, triamon

-teseramon, pendemon, eximon

-eptamon, oktomon, eneamon

-dekamon, endekamon, dodekamon

-dekatriamon, dekateseramon, dekapendemon

-dekaeximon, dekaeptamon, dekaoktomon

[enderkingscourt]

Happy High Moon.

As of yet, not a single challenger has managed to slay the dragon. The injured Enderians are being tended to in the medical dens.

I shall extend this quest for all who wish to try it. The reward will not be given until the task is done.

Have a lovely Moonsday. I shall be seeing you. Consult my box of inquiries should you have any questions, comments or concerns. :}

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[aywren]

Out gathering some herbs in nice weather. That can't cause any trouble, now can it?

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Jealous! Tanya Keys

Request: It'd be fun to see a jealous Tanya too 🤭

Oh no

Tanya doesn’t get jealous easily. Fortunately, she knows that you can handle yourself, and she’s very secure in your relationship. Unfortunately, that means this other person is stepping over a lot of boundaries. She can see when you’re getting uncomfortable, and at this point the other person is becoming a danger to your safety. She isn’t gonna let that slide. 

She’ll throw her arm around your shoulders, and reintroduce herself as your girlfriend. It doesn’t matter if she’s already introduced herself, she’s just making it clear that you’re taken. 

That’s pretty much the only warning this person is going to get. If they don’t dial it back after that, all civility is going out the window. 

If the person is a legitimate danger, Tanya isn’t afraid to “accidentally” spill her hot tea on them, or just outright beat them up. You two have met plenty of no-good people in bounty-hunting, and you guys aren’t afraid to enforce your boundaries. 

If they’re just a little daft, or if she’s in a good mood, she likes to mess with the other person. She starts making up crazy stories, and you know her well enough to get what she’s doing and play along. By the end of the night, the other person thinks you two are serial killers that sacrifice people to the dual crescent moons. You have 83 children who are actually mushrooms inhabiting mortal bodies, and you two have a ritual where you run on all fours through the forest every third Moonsday. You invited them to join you, but “unfortunately,” they declined. You guys couldn’t stop laughing about it on the way back to your hotel. 

(It became an inside joke for you two, and on your 1 year anniversary she bought (read: stole) matching mushroom necklaces.)

Honestly, she isn’t really the jealous type! She only steps in if the other person is a legitimate danger to you, or if you’re uncomfortable. Your safety and comfort is her number one priority. 

She respects your autonomy, and she isn’t paranoid about you leaving. She cares, of course she does, but she’s secure in her feelings.

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[azvolrien]

Five Vignettes about Asta in Stormhaven - Bathhouse

In which, among other things, we learn a little about Stormhaven bathhouse culture.

~~~

           Ari and all her many lodgers lived in a strange old house in the Barracks District, up against the inner wall across the northern end of the ridge at the heart of the city. It was a higgledy-piggledy building, tall and with a wide footprint but such a maze of staircases and landings on the inside that it was very difficult to state how many storeys it actually had or exactly how old it really was; any number of builders and architects seemed to have had a go at it over the years, adding on a room here or a turret there without much consideration for things like maintaining a coherent floor plan.

           Fayn gave the bell-pull by the door a yank and stood back, folding her arms. Ari’s voice shouted something that may have been “Be right with you!” from deep inside the warren, but it was almost a whole minute until the door opened.

           “Ah, good, you’re here!” said Ari, clapping her hands together. “I wondered if you’d be along – come in and sit down while everyone else gets ready.”

           “Why wouldn’t I be along?” asked Fayn as Ari waved her through to the nearest of three living rooms to the front door. She picked a squashy couch and sat down, swinging her bag off her shoulder. “It’s Stormsday, after all – the College bathhouse is fine, but you do have to carefully time when you use it if you don’t want to dodge apprentices.”

           “Well, you’re still in your honeymoon period and all that,” said Ari with a wave of her hand. “Wasn’t sure if you’d want to leave your new husband behind.”

           Fayn laughed. “I love Wygar very much, but it’s important to spend some time apart as well.”

           Ari grinned, pulled her hair into its customary voluminous ponytail, and leant back out of the living room door. “FIVE MINUTE WARNING, LADIES!” she bellowed into the depths of the house, to a chorus of replies in various states of volume and clarity. “They’ll be down soon,” she said, and flopped down on the couch next to Fayn.

           “Have you taken in any new strays since the last time I visited?” asked Fayn.

           “I have, since you ask,” said Ari. “Pirate – have you met him? He’s a sailor with Curlew, one of the trading ships – pointed her in my direction. Asta, her name is. Kiraani woman – an escaped slave.” Ari glanced over at the door and lowered her voice. “She doesn’t really talk about what happened to her, but she’s a skittish little thing. I think she had a rough time of it. So��� go gently with her, eh?”          

           “You don’t need to warn me about it,” Fayn murmured.

           “No, I suppose I don’t.”

           The others drifted downstairs one by one until they had gathered in the hall. Rose, the longest-standing lodger and Ari’s on-and-off partner, poked her head around the living room door. “Tasha isn’t – oh, hi, Fayn – Tasha says she isn’t feeling too well, so she’s staying behind,” she said, “but the rest of us are ready to go.”

           “Then go we shall!” said Ari. She picked up her own rolled-up towel from one of the armchairs and led the way out into the street. “Fayn, can you grab the key off the hook and lock up once everyone’s out?”  

           More by chance than intent, Fayn found herself walking alongside the newcomer once the door had been locked and everyone set off down the street. She was only a couple of inches shorter than Fayn – squarely average rather than little – and she was a strikingly pretty woman, with delicate features, warm chestnut-brown eyes, and straight, glossy black hair that fell slightly past her waist. ‘Skittish’, however, was accurate: she was careful to stay close to the group, her expression reminiscent of a rabbit in front of a fox, but she made no attempt to join any of the conversation. She looked to be about Fayn’s age, but her bearing made her seem younger somehow, and Fayn found herself struck by an unexpected wave of protectiveness.

           She lightly cleared her throat. “Asta, is it?” she asked, trying for as gentle a tone as possible. “I’m Fayn. I work with Ari at the College.”

           Asta gave her a polite but distinctly nervous smile, nodded, and said nothing.

           “So… How long have you been staying with Ari?”

           That, at least, got an answer. “Almost a week, now.” The Imperial City was clear in her accent, but a hint of the Sea Loch Country had crept into her vowels. “Are these bathhouse outings a regular thing?”

           “Every week,” Fayn confirmed. “I don’t always tag along, however.” She smiled. “It took me a while to work up the courage to tag along the first time.”

           “Did – did you stay with her too?”

           “Me? No, I’ve been living up at the College. Long story,” she added at Asta’s puzzled frown. “But you could say she took me under her wing when I got here. She was the first friend I made here by myself, without being introduced by someone else.”

           Asta glanced over to the front of the group, where Ari was walking with one arm around Rose’s waist. “I get the impression she does that a lot. Take people under her wing.”

           “Yes, and she doesn’t take that protection back, even if you’re past needing it.” Fayn smiled fondly, fidgeting with her wedding ring on its chain around her neck. “My husband told me that she gave him a very stern talking-to when she first learned he had proposed.”

           “Wh-where did you live before? If you don’t mind my asking.”

           “The Darkwald.”

           “Oh, in the village – what’s it called? Halfway.”

           “Nnno, out in the forest.”

           “Oh.” Asta frowned again, then shrugged. “I didn’t realise anybody lived out there. Any more,” she added sadly.

           Fayn appraised her in silence for a couple of seconds, then held out one hand. Asta looked at in confusion. The confusion was quickly replaced by naked astonishment as her nails sharpened into claws, her palm and fingerprints toughened into pads, and the fine hairs lengthened into a coating of white fur. Asta slowly looked up at Fayn’s face, wide-eyed, as she let her hand return to its usual human appearance.

           “Blessed Kura,” said Asta, almost whispering. “You’re… Falkari.”

           Fayn nodded.

           “I… I’m so sorry. For what happened. For what the Empire did.”

           “You would have been a child when it happened,” said Fayn after briefly wondering how to respond to that. “It was nothing to do with you. But thank you for saying it all the same.”

           That nervous little smile again. Any further questions were postponed when they reached the bathhouse, and Ari led everyone up the steps and through the big double doors into the foyer.

           The Soldier Road Bathhouse was neither the biggest nor the most luxurious in the city – that honour belonged to the Palace Avenue Baths in Craglee – but it still held its own appeal. A plaque at the door politely explained the baths’ timetable – Moonsday and Stormsday were for women only, Wolfsday and Oaksday for men, and Ravensday and weekends were for mixed bathing – while inside, behind a front desk of polished granite and through the changing rooms, the main pool stretched out beneath a frosted-glass roof. Unlike some of Stormhaven’s public baths, it was intended for actual bathing rather than exercise, and so the main pool was a uniform depth all the way along and was heated a little too warm for swimming, with small tiled islands here and there to provide more places to sit than just around the sides. Lockers in the changing rooms provided a safe place to leave clothes and valuables, while each flight of steps down into the pool was flanked by a set of shelves on which to leave the towels and dressing gowns most people used to stay discreet until the cloudy, steaming water provided its own modesty. Not everyone bothered.

           Asta, armed with a bar of soap on a string, was the last into the pool. She sat on the edge for a while with just her feet in the pool, staring down into the water, until she finally squared her shoulders, shed her towel onto the nearest shelf, and let herself fall forwards with a splash.

           Ari completely failed to stifle a gasp when she resurfaced, and from the way Asta’s shoulders slumped again, she had noticed. Fayn caught Ari’s elbow and held a quick conversation through facial expressions alone.

           Don’t stare!

           Her back, Fayn! The poor girl…

           I know. I know.

           Yes, it’s not polite to stare – but do we just ignore them? Should we ask what happened?

           Isn’t it obvious what happened?

           Asta’s entire back from her shoulders down to her waist was covered in scars, and not the flat, silvery kind left by all the scrapes and scratches Fayn had gathered over her years in the forest, but a lattice of raised, uneven knots and ridges like strands of rope beneath her skin. ‘Whipping’ seemed an inadequate word for what had been done to her, and whoever was responsible had clearly had an obscene amount of experience at it. Though the wounds had healed, the new skin was still tinged with pink; the scars were far too recent to have properly added to her image of herself, and probably gave her a new shock each time she caught a glimpse of them in the mirror. She sighed and moved through the pool in a half-crouch, letting the water reach her shoulders, before she sat down on one of the island benches with her back to the tiles and drew her knees up to her chest, looking down at the water. Ari was far from the only person to have noticed – women all over the pool were trying very hard not to stare – and the look on Asta’s face was no longer simple nerves; it was shame.

           Fayn frowned more from that realisation than from the scars themselves, and exchanged a glance with Ari, who just shrugged helplessly. Fayn sighed and, after a moment’s thought, waded over to Asta’s bench. She didn’t speak to her, try to lay a comforting arm around her – probably a bad move from a near-stranger anyway – or even really look at her; she just sat down on Asta’s right, angling her shoulders so that the three huge, ragged claw-marks scarring the back of the left were in plain sight. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Asta notice, open her mouth briefly, then close it again and look away.

           “How-” Asta began, and cut herself off. “None of my business,” she mumbled.

           “It’s all right,” said Fayn. “You can ask.”

           “How… how did that happen?” Asta nodded towards the claw marks.

           “I tried to fight a bear.”

           Asta let out a small giggle. “No, really.” Fayn just looked at her. “…No, really? Did you win?”

           Fayn laughed. “Define ‘win’. The bear made off with my dinner, but I lived. That was its own victory.”

           “Hmm.” From the suddenly thoughtful way Asta looked out across the pool, she had immediately caught what Fayn was trying to do. “Does it never bother you? When you catch people staring?”

           “Sometimes. I hate being stared at. But if people are staring, that’s their problem, not mine – all my scars mean in themselves are that I was strong enough to survive what gave them to me, and that’s never something to be ashamed of.”

           “…Huh.”

[iamjaynaemarie]

You know what day it is. Isilya. You know what month it is. Súlimë. Where is my adoration? Start celebrating me. Now. LEGOLAS!!!