#so in the end i decided to put her in the shaman tier set

[askthemanorresidents]

Desa Sedulur, The Curse Returns

'Do you have any idea what you have done? You've unleased what I have tried to imprison for years....' 'For that, the both of you will be the ones to end it'

How did this all happen? All the siblings ever wanted was to go and explore part of their own heritage. Why did the situation became so dire?

S Tier - Angga Dendam (Aditya)

A vengeful and malevolent spirit, the one who was behind the curse that befell the village. The elder tried her best to keep him, or at least his influence, away from the village. But as one can imagine, curses tend to return, sooner or later.

(He was killed by his older sister and imprisoned for over 20 years. Was eventually released by the two siblings and later on takes them as slaves)

S Tier - The Elder (Melati)

The unofficial head of the village, as well as the main shaman of the village. For years she thought she had succeeded in keeping the evil spirit away........ if only she knew that what goes around, comes around.

(Is the instigator of the curse and the sister to Angga Dendam. She will take the cowards way out once again)

A Tier - The Elder Sibling (Gabriel Willson) (@ask-the-artist-lily)

A calm, collected, and curious spirit, always keeping an eye put for their younger sibling. After the death of their father, they discovered an odd spider-themed charm within the attic walls. Wanting an answer, the elder sibling set out to visit the small, secluded village their father had come from........ something they will come to regret very soon.

A Tier - The Younger Sibling (Lily Willson) (@ask-the-artist-lily)

A young, adventurous, and bubbly spirit who loves and admires their older sibling. After the death of their father, they were more than happy at the prospect of visiting the village their father originated from. It's the perfect opportunity to get in touch with part of your heritage, and plus, it was the perfect vacation plan! If only they hadn't brought that charm with them.........

(The two siblings are the ones who unintentionally unleashed the curse onto the village via the cursed spider charm, and will later on be sacrificed to appease Angga Dendam)

B Tier - Accursed Friend (Pietro Cortesi) (@theheavenshospital)

The best friend of the younger sibling, tagging along for a much needed vacation. Unfortunately for them, they ended up witnessing something they will never be able to forget.......

(This character will be experiencing endless nightmares of what they saw in the village for the rest of their life)

B Tier - Curious Journalist (Neville Linton) (@h3smoremyselfthaniam)

An acquaintance of the older sibling. Is taking the opportunity to travel with them in order to write an article on the lifestyle of the villagers....... In the end, they ended up getting more than what they bargained for.

(This character will end up going mad, and disappearing later on, after what they have witnessed in the village)

B Tier - The Unfortunate Driver (Quinn Stewart) (@idv-thespians)

The local who helped the visitors get to the village. Despite their better judgement, they decide to stay in the village for a few days.... if only they listened to their instincts.

(This character will die during the events after eating the carcass of a monkey that was handed to them by Angga Dendam's henchmen)

B Tier - Fallen Patriarch (Sunday) (@idv-hsr-sunday)

The unfortunate father of the poor siblings. Had he knew what would've happened, he would've destroyed that charm even i it meant instant death for him......

(This character is dead before the events of the village happens. He was the one who took the charm away in order to trap Anggar Dendam and ultimately dies from a curse that the spirit has placed on the man)

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This essence was largely inspired by Badarawuhi di Desa Penari and Impetigore, so it will take place and inspiration from Indonesian culture. Other than both Anggar Dendam and the Elder, most of the characters will be dressed in modern fashion as they're just visitors, but I will add some Indonesian elements to their design to make them blend in the setting a bit more.

Rules :

The maximum number of muses one person can submit is two. There are only a limited number of slots, so choose wisely!

First come first serve. If you want a role then be quick!

Any muse can join! Just make sure they're at least 18 years old because of the fact that no character here gets a happy ending.

You can either DM me or send me an ask for a role!

Be patient, I have other things I need to do but I'll try to finish the skins as fast as I can.

[alteredphoenix]

WoW x ToLuminaria

Featuring two of the armor tier sets from the Sepulcher of the First Ones raid on Mythic difficulty

Celia is wearing the Godstalker’s Battlegear (hunter set) and Michelle is wearing the Theurgic Starspeaker’s Regalia (shaman set).

[jammy-badger]

Centaurworld Episodes Ranking

So I got bored and decided to rank all the Centaurworld episodes. They're all pretty good, especially towards the top, but I was just curious to see what other people thought. Pls interact and tell me what you think!

10. Episode 1 - Hello Rainbow Road

This is not to say this episode is awful, but as the debut episode it doesn't really put the show's best foot forward. The opening sequence is great and it has the title song as well as Rider's Lullaby, but other than that it's pretty dull, not to mention possibly the most grating in terms of overtly childish humour and irritating screaming.

9. Episode 4 - What You Need

This episode has some gorgeous imagery and interesting lore, as well as a really beautiful song from the Tree Shamans. Unfortunately, there are two extended fart-joke sequences, in which what is easily the worst song plays twice, so that immediately plunges the ranking.

8. Episode 5 - Holes (Part 1)

Episode 5 has some great moments, most notably Durpleton's food song which is easily one of my favourite musical numbers. The Beartaur is interesting and Wammawink's little anime sequences are cute, but inevitably the episode fails to be particularly meaningful in moving the plot forward (or at least as meaningful as some of the others). That's not to say filler episodes are necessarily a bad thing, but with only 10 episodes it would have been nice to see a little more.

7. Episode 7 - Johnny Teatime's Be Best Competition

There are some really funny moments in here, with the 'We Do This Every Day' song being incredibly catchy and funny, but being a not-so-subtle reference to RuPaul's Drag Race does bring this episode down a notch. It relies far too heavily on pandering to mainstream queer aesthetics and cat jokes, and frankly as a queer person it really lost me. There are some really nice visuals, however, and the animation is particularly nice in the ending sequence. Despite the 'Yass Queen' feel, a lot of the jokes landed very nicely.

6. Episode 3 - The Key

From here on out, the gaps between the episodes get pretty close. Episode 3 has one of the strongest songs in the whole show, and introduces a tonne of lore and backstory for Wammawink, as well as effectively spurring the rest of the show into action. The moments with Gebbrey managed to get an audible laugh out of me and Waterbaby is a delight to watch.

5. Episode 10 - The Rift (Part 2)

As far as finales go, this was a satisfying conclusion to the series. Visually stunning, excellent music, and an all-round good episode. Although it didn't reach the same tier as the remaining episodes, it's still up there as an excellent conclusion to the story with excellent animation and a hopeful promise for a second season. 'Nothing Good' is a criminally underrated song, and Mysterious Lady is a fascinating character to watch.

4. Episode 6 - Holes (Part 2)

This episode runs the risk of being pushed down by its puberty-allegory song, but absolutely redeems itself with the introduction of Comfortable Doug and three of the best songs in the show. A lot of people seem to dislike Tail as a character, but I actually really enjoyed his song and think he's an excellent foil to Horse. Of course, Santigold as Moletaur Shaman is a standout and absolutely nails her song, which is easily one of the best in the show. The moletaur designs are the perfect blend of disgusting and adorable, and their choreography and movement is gorgeous.

3. Episode 2 - Fragile Things

Honestly, my personal favourite episode. The opening song is really really good, and although the episode as a whole doesn't particularly drive the plot, this opening duet does a great job of setting up the tension between Horse and Wammawink, such that it can be resolved prior to the events of The Key. The Taurnado sequence is beautifully animated and without a doubt the most impressive moment in the show. What If I Forget Your Face is not the strongest song, but serves its purpose as a tearjerker and has some lovely moments.

2. Episode 9 - The Rift (Part 1)

It's not often that half of a two-parter manages to be an excellent episode in its own right, but Episode 9 really packs a punch. The gang's antics in front of the Rift are entertaining, Comfortable Doug's sudden reappearance and scene-stealing song are highlights of the whole show, and the fateful reunion between Horse and Rider is extremely satisfying. Wammawink's singing Before You Go is an immensely underrated moment and I wish people would comment on it more. Of course, the Nowhere King's appearance and subsequent song are fantastic, and his character design is awesome.

1. Episode 8 - Ride the Whaletaur Shaman! (Best)

Overall, this episode is the strongest in the series. Visually, it is the most consistent, and the bleak contrast with the rest of the season is really fitting. Sunfish Merguy's moments are funny, and the various sea creature/mertaur designs are gorgeous. The Whaletaur Shaman is probably my favourite character design in the whole show, and although she is partially animated via 3D model, you can barely even tell when this happens because it blends so nicely. Her song is beautiful and overall the episode deals with the dark subject matter incredibly well. Overall, this episode is a fitting end to the characters' journey, while also successfully setting up the show's endgame.

Well, that's my ranking! I mostly wrote this as a writing warmup, but let me know what you think!

[zedecksiew]

Whalebone & Crabshell - Repost

Context: this story, “Whalebone & Crabshell”, was written around the time of the 2015 Rohingya refugee crisis.

It was first published on Projek Dialog. Then it was performed on BFM89.9. Then it was published again in Dark Mountain: Issue 9. 

Since Projek Dialog has gone through a redesign, obliterating the story’s paragraphing on that website, I’m re-posting “Whalebone & Crabshell” here, in full. Illustrations by Sharon Chin.

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WHALEBONE & CRABSHELL by Zedeck Siew, with illustrations by Sharon Chin

This is how our land is laid:

Firstly, the domains of the Sultan -- may God ever extend his years -- the groves and fertile paddy-lands; the ports and isles and cities, where spice is sold and timber traded; mosques full of devotees; loyal citizens talking in civilised tongues.

O our Sultan, may he reign safe upon the throne!

And then, the sea, full of bounty -- but also of pirates, submerged giants, ghosts of wind and water; playground of the Lordly Dragon, and the great spirit Root-of-Creation, who lives in the navel of the ocean --

O grand Mother Ocean, who is female, therefore occasionally chained but never tamed.

And then there are the inlands and the uplands: in the jungle interior, upriver, full of hidden primates and uncivilised peoples.

Indeed, to be an inlander is to live lawlessly, as a fugitive from the Sultan's justice -- and uplanders are all revolutionaries and deviants anyway; they practice schismatic rites and prostrate themselves before idols.

O God save us!

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Our Sultan -- God save him -- in his thirty-third year, having crushed the rebellion of his admirals, decided to demonstrate his piety by bringing order to all benighted places.

Thus the headwaters were choked with barges, and armies bore into the forest deeps.

The hillside crops burned, the hillfolk bandits were slaughtered; the hidden valleys echoed with the screams of women and dying mercy-cries in throat-some languages.

Finally all the hinterlands were pacified, and the inlanders captured; disarmed; rounded up; assembled together in a great field, where they knelt of their own accord, awestruck and shivering at the sight of the Sultan’s yellow-gold pavilion.

So the Sultan turned to his advisors, saying: “O wise councillors, grant me your wisdom, in turn granted by God! What should be done with this rabble?”

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And the Admiral, with his sickle-spear, said:

“Slay them down to the youngest son, no mercy should be shown. Only then can we be sure!”

But the Treasurer, with his pen and parchment, said:

“There are a thousand families, times seven members on average, times five minutes per execution at the quickest, also accounting for the number of axes dulled, good trees felled to provide stakes, pints of blood that will poison the soil -- no, my Sultan! It costs too much!”

So the Vizier, whispering into the Sultan’s ear, said:

“Exile these people, drive them to the sea / they will drown quickly!

“What better fate for squatters, thieves who stole the interior / territories by right your patrimony?”

“Oh yes sir, I’ve got a curse for that,” said the Holy Sorcerer. “They’ll never come back, sir, they’ll never set foot on dry earth again. It’s a simple spell.”

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Therefore the Sultan -- God bless him with wisdom -- commanded eviction.

And the traitors were given the rotting planks of their dissembled hovels, to use as rafts, and they were banished down the river, through the delta, and off and out to the open water.

Some, swimming back to shore, found the tide turned against them; the harder they paddled, the farther the coast receded. Soon they tired, unable to fight the Sorcerer’s magical decree.

And thus floated -- tossed to and fro, a flotilla of sorry creatures, forsaken by both men and God. 

At first there was a storm. Torrential rain beating the waves down; thunder and flashing; they were soaked to the bone, and to the bones of their boats also. Many drowned.

Afterwards they drifted. Becalmed for many days, their sweat dried into salt on their arms -- a meagre wealth, salt without rice; they were rich only with hunger, and thirst, and heatstroke; filth and illness.

Their shamans called for succour. But their idols were abandoned in the mountains, and too distant to hear.

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Between them all there were nine coils of cord, and a single hook, previously used to fish in streams -- and its owner, sensing his importance, said: 

“With my hook I will catch food. Hey, if you will owe me your lives, I should be leader!”

But the man was mostly a catfisher; his skills did not apply where they were; anyway there were only beads and loose goose-feathers to use as bait. So he caught nothing. 

And during the night the some ruffians came. They stabbed him with splintered stakes; in the morning they said: “We have the fishhook. Therefore: we should be leaders.”

“Ho, hear us!” they said. “Our plan: segregation. Families first. Ours. And also: all who we see are strong. The weak: they should be sacrificed. We eat the meat off their limbs. Survival for the fittest!”

Naturally, the others were dismayed. “Abomination!” the wise-women said. Together they flung the murderers bodily overboard.

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Then they came to an island of pirates.

And the pirates -- dashing though misguided warriors, their costumes tied with red ribbons, their belts studded with sea-ivory – said:

“These souls, fleeing the Sultan’s cruelty, sadly they cannot live with us. To live a life of piratical liberty, one must have sea-worth, able to court and cower before Mother Ocean.”

“In their souls they are uplanders. They have hill-shaped hearts. They can neither read star-charts nor savour the taste of spray. They’re simply not made that way!”

Having justified themselves, the pirates of the island prepared a care package -- a barrel of beer; a netful of fish; twelve blankets, folded, lowered by crane onto the outcasts’ largest raft. Along with a letter, saying:

“Ho there travellers! Unfortunately, you may not settle here. Sorry! Have these gifts, no strings attached, with our sympathies, and this whale-bone recorder,” 

-- at which point a flute fell out of the unfolded page -- 

“with which you might use to attract a dragon-spirit’s pity. Hopefully! Thank you. Please go.”  

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Past the island there was another storm, worse than the first.

By now their vessels were broken, their drink-barrel empty; fish all gone; their blankets torn apart by fighting. 

With the lightning, some clambered onto their wives’ backs -- and stretching their arms up, ate quick ends by electricity. Others, less lucky, fell into the foam -- these were dragged under. Unable to swim, too weak to struggle, they drank their deaths slower.

Among those who remained, their last wise-woman was angry at the world and everything in it.

Putting the bone flute to her lips, she stood with her back straight; her feet, each on a different log; a single note was what she played:

Shrill, clear as a horn, louder than thunderous hammer-sounds.

And she sang: “O lords of wind and water, heartless creatures! Torture us no longer! Take our lives, let us die, we offer ourselves! A sacrifice! We do not ask for mercy. Vengeance only!”

There was no human reply -- but a rumbling answer. An inhuman growl, a surging tremor from under-sea.

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A sphere burst the surface: the size of a moon; black and smooth -- not round, ovoid now, and mounted on a tower the colour of cream.

An eyestalk, looking down.

And another. And then claws: rising west and east, each pincer-point a mountain, big and blurry with distance.

It was he who is called Root-of-Creation -- old spirit, eldest of spawn -- who'd heard the shaman’s summons. He is father of crabs, and all crabs come from him; he is the largest. Moving in the depths, his great weight makes the sea levels rise, and the tides.

The exiles, witness to such a fearful sight, cowered in terror; and even their shaman, the brave, foolish woman -- she waited there, expecting to be swallowed.

Root-of-Creation held still for a while. The curve of his shell is the breadth of continents; and inasmuch as a country could look thoughtful, he took his time to deliberate.

And, having decided, he picked them up, all of them, and he placed them upon his back. 

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Back to the first, to the Sultan’s domains -- in the ports, in the cities, there were many whispers:

That a great wave was coming; that it had wiped out the pirate-isles; that the far villages were swept away by flying swordfish, and merchant ships by constrictor-eels; that the mermaids were gone, strangled.

And bird- and gull-flocks were seen flapping over the palace. They were fleeing. The Treasurer, with his abacus, his feet soaked in salt-water, tallied costs -- 

“A thousand families with no homes, times seven members on average, times two silver pieces per head, bearing in mind the twenty warehouses damaged, the dozen docks destroyed, plus fifteen galleys shattered beyond repair.”

The Admiral was not at court; the Vizier’s mansion was found vacant. Both had sought asylum in an enemy state.

The Holy Sorcerer, water up to his waist, said:

“I’ve got nothing, sir. Have you seen the size of that thing? That’s Root-of-Creation, the crab-god, he’s a top-level creature. Sir, none of my spells are anywhere near his tier.”

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Therefore our Sultan -- may God grant him speed to save his own skin -- ordered for the capital to empty. 

And the citizenry obeyed, going bare-breasted through the flood; on their heads they carried babies, wicker-basketfuls of brass pieces, precious embroidery; they sat on floating bed-frames, paddling with hoes and ladles.

But at the city gates traffic slowed and halted, for the palanquins of noble families took priority. So there was a crush, a panicked clamour.

O God save us! 

In the portside districts, those few still left to see saw the surf draw away. By the piers, the long-ships settled at the bottom of the bay, and listed. And behind them, in the distance, inexorably approaching:

Grand Mother Ocean, fashioned into a wall, many leagues wide and some leagues tall -- 

Her insides darkened by some shadow, monstrous and crustacean; crowned with froth, topped with wreckage, ridden by rejoicing figures --

Those terrible people, those uplanders! All criminals, wretched heathens, spiteful by nature; with feet cursed never to touch earth again -- regaining their hillside homelands by drowning them, offering all lands to the sea.

They have betrayed us! O God have mercy!

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This author’s note ran with the story, in Dark Mountain:

In 2015 the Rohingya people – described as one of the most persecuted minorities on Earth – fled Burmese oppression en masse, on boats. But the neighbouring governments of Malaysia, Indonesia and Thailand vacillated. The owners of those boats were human traffickers. And these countries had no space left for refugees, of course. Of course.

So the Rohingya starved at sea. Malaysian citizens took to social media to express outrage at the unfolding humanitarian crisis. ‘How could we let this happen?’ But there was little action, and attention soon petered out.

I wrote Whalebone & Crabshell under a blanket of shame. It is not a story about the Rohingya. It is a story about me: how the reality of the Rohingya makes me feel powerless; how people like me – citizens of nation-states – tacitly condone and perpetuate the conditions that turn people into displaced persons.

The Rohingya are still trying to leave Burma. They are still dying: on boats, in jungle camps, in detention centres. But news about them doesn’t make headlines any more.

And these captions, alongside Sharon’s images:

1. The floral motif decorating the landmass in the first picture is a Thazin orchid, royal flower of Burma. The most prized come from mountains in Rakhine state, on the west of Burma bordering Bangladesh, which is also the traditional home of the Rohingya people.

2. The gilt borders feature the ASEAN (Association of Southeast Asian Nations) emblem, where "stalks of padi in the centre of the Emblem represent the dream of ASEAN’s Founding Fathers [sic] for an ASEAN comprising all the countries in Southeast Asia, bound together in friendship and solidarity".

3. The crab god of the text is inspired by a Malay myth recorded in Skeat's "Malay Magic". The Pusat Tasek is a massive hole in the oceans' bottom. A gigantic crab dwells therein. It periodically leaves its home, and the volume of water its movements displace causes the rise and fall of the tides.