#writing lore

[yotomazu]

Lambert ran over to their sister and showed her their shitten

Lambert: Behold sister my son bal!

Lambert shows off an ugly baby. Lilith looks at the baby

Lilith: this umm

Lambert: be nice

Lilith: im finding it

Lambert: tf you mean you finding it!?

Lambert look mad as lilith look at them

Lilith: i bet you that i can make a prettier baby

Lambert: .......make it 40 gold that you can't

Lilith: deal!

They shake hands. Before lamber can ask lilith juat did a quick ritual as a baby geep was summon out from there. Lilith grab the geep with a smirk

Lambert: MOTHERFUCKER!

Lambert hands lilith 40 gold

Lambert: dont tell my husband about this

Lilith: i promise :3

Bonus:

Lilith kicked the door down of her share home

Lilith: gary, we have a baby now!

Gary confused as fuck looking at his wife.

Gary:....how.....im neutered.....

[crookedghosts]

writing in an au is so fun cause sometimes you get hit with something SO CANON like "percabeth hosts capture the flag with their entire wedding party when they all arrive for the wedding" that you have to pivot and rework the entire back half of the fic just to make that happen

[deletarius-draws]

"Auruderma" The Sacred Armor of the Axi: A Bastion of Raw Strength 

I may posted this already, though this time I've finally came up with a name for the golden armor embedded with magic channeling emerald gems Axi are known to wear. It also includes the Feymail and its functions again, I go into detail on its relation to the Auruderma armor this time.

Hope you enjoy the read!

The armor is forged from glinting pure, strengthened Aurum, known for its unmatched durability and ability to conduct magical energies. The Aurum is enchanted during the forging process, heavily infusing it with arcane power.  

Each piece of armor is intricately carved with runes and wards. These runes amplify the wearer’s arcane powers, enhancing their ability to channel the Alkanine cells. The wards provide protection against malignant forces and demonic entities, making the wearer a bulwark on the battlefield. 

The armor is crafted by the finest blacksmiths and enchanters of the Rubellyn Feywild, who possess ancient knowledge of both physical and magical artisanship. 

Alkanine Amplification 

The Armor enhances the wearer’s arcane abilities, allowing them to channel their Alkanine essence more effectively. This amplification makes their elemental attacks more potent and defenses more robust.  

The wards and runes also provide defense against the harsh environments of other planes, specifically the hells and realms consumed by absolute darkness. This protection ensures that the Axi can continue fighting under most conditions. 

Axi Inscribed Armor “Auruderma” & Fyro-Mail (Fey-mail) 

Heavily enchanted and imbued armor, made from glinting pure strengthened gold, Aurum, carved and forged with runes and wards. Amplifying the Axi’s Arcane powers and helps channel their Alkanine cells. Making the wearer an absolute bulwark against malignant forces and demonic entities. The wards and runes also aid in the defense against certain hellish environments of other planes so that they can continue fighting wherever they may end up. However, not anyone can simply wear this armor without prior enhancements like an Axi, nor does this armor turn the tables of war if the one wearing the armor isn’t as efficient, precise and immensely skilled in combat themselves. But it does further the capabilities and versatility of an Axi warrior, amplifying their Alkanine gene and synchronizes to their “Fyro-mail”, mailing woven together that acts as external dermal carapace for an Axi. Fyro-mail or by denizens of the Feywild, “Fey-mail”, creates a seamless synchronized connection to the Axi armor. Dense Fyro-Mail or Fey-mail is a type of enchanted chainmail that Axi warriors wear beneath their Auruderma armor. This chainmail is woven with magical threads from the Feywild, allowing it to interface with the wearer’s body. Acting as an extra layer of skin, providing additional protection and creating a more intimate relationship between the warrior and their armor. Fey-mail also works in tandem with Axi warrior's Alkanine genes. 

The Axi Fey-mail and Golden Inscribed Armor are remarkable feats of Rubellyn craftsmanship, Symbolizing the perfect union of organic material and arcane technology. These armaments are as much a part of the Axi warriors as their very flesh and blood, enhancing their combat abilities while forging an intimate, almost symbiotic relationship between the warrior and their armor. 

The Fey-mail's effectiveness lies in its unique integration with the Axi warrior’s central nervous system. Upon donning the armor, ethereal tendrils link into the warrior’s neural pathways, establishing a direct and intimate connection. However, this process is far from gentle. An excruciating and torturous shockwave is sent throughout the body, akin to being stabbed and electrocuted simultaneously.  

This integration allows the armor to respond instantaneously to the warrior’s thoughts and reflexes, becoming an extension of their own body. The initial shockwave, like pins and needles, stabs and electrocutes the nerves, establishing a deep, almost painful connection that heightens the warrior’s awareness and reflexes. The Fey-mail constantly monitors the wearer’s physical condition and adjusts its properties to provide support where needed, reinforcing areas of high stress or injury. 

Auruderma – Rubellyn Aurumplating 

“The iconic golden inscribed armor worn by fully realized and rebirthed Axi warriors.” 

The Inscribed Auruderma of the Axi warriors is more than just protective gear; it is alive, moving with efficiency and adapting to the warrior’s needs. Forged from enchanted fey-bark – a toughened tree bark from the Feywild trees – the Golden Armor is both resilient and flexible, providing superior protection and agility. The Auruderma acts as reinforced dermal plating, enhancing the Fey-mail's protective capabilities. The fey-bark is enchanted to be incredibly tough yet flexible, allowing the armor to absorb and deflect various forms of damage. 

The armor is enchanted with runes that synchronize with the Fey-mail's neural tendrils embedded in the wearer, ensuring that every movement is perfectly coordinated. This magical synchronization allows the armor to adapt its form and function in response to the warrior’s needs. 

“Axi do not simply wear or wield their armaments, they are, by extension, their armament.” – Zenith General Arkadius Aximand, First Among Axi 

The union of the Fey-mail and Golden Armor, “Auruderma”, grants the Axi warrior’s remarkable adaptive capabilities. The armor can modify its structure and properties to suit different combat scenarios, providing optimal protection and efficiency. The armor can change its configuration in real-time, shifting plates and adjusting its shape to offer maximum protection and mobility. Similar in nature to that of the shifting planes of Rubellyn. For example, it can extend additional plating to shield vulnerable areas or retract sections to allow for greater freedom of movement. The Fey-mail can also adapt to the environment, altering its surface to blend in with surroundings or resist specific environmental hazards such as extreme heat, cold, or corrosive substance. 

The relationship between Fey-mail and the Axi warriors extends to their weaponry as well. The same neural and magical synchronization that controls the armor enhances the warriors’ use of their weapons. Axi weapons are designed with similar neural interfaces, allowing them to be wielded with extraordinary precision and force. This integration means that the weapons feel like extensions of the warrior's limbs, responding to their thoughts and intentions. 

The Fey-mail can channel magical energies into the weapons, amplifying their power. This allows Axi warriors to unleash devastating attacks that combine physical prowess with arcane might. The Axi Fyromail or Feymail, and Inscribed Auruderma represent the pinnacle of Axi craftsmanship and fey magic. Their integration with the warrior’s central nervous system and synchronization with enchanted fey-bark create a harmonious blend of technology and nature. This intimate connection allows the Axi to move, fight and react as one, embodying the perfect blend of elven grace and formidable martial prowess. The initial shockwave upon donning the armor serves as a stark reminder of the symbiotic relationship between the warrior and their equipment, forging a bond that is both powerful and painful. 

_Original Lore Written by Deletarius

(Going to cover "Auruvian" Armaments of the Axi whenever I get the lore and possible some concept art fleshed out on the golden weapons they wield.)

P.S My humblest thanks if you read this far. :) apologies for the length. Much love!

[dipplinduo]

So a couple weeks ago I sent an anonymous ask about Kieran’s name being related to currants so how about I expand on that :)

According to bulbapedia, Julianna’s Japanese name combined with Florian’s name means springtime

So you could say Julianna is the spring that makes the flowers/plants, Kieran bloom could you not?

I don’t know if what I’m saying makes sense but I tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ngl I have had fun with some weather-based stuff since you drew my attention to that and now you're encouraging me to do flower-based metaphors with Juliana HMMM

[brookie-writes]

The bear and his honey

The bear, behind his buff look,

Enjoys spending his afternoon reading a book,

He will drink a small cup of tea,

With a tablespoon of honey,

Sadly, his pot was almost done,

He checked his cabinet, noticed there was none.

So he decided to go to the hive,

Where all the bees would thrive,

To collect his sweets.

Without missing a beat,

He got up, made his way,

To the hive, right away.

He dreamt, he imagined,

His afternoon, as he walks in the wind,

He can already taste its sweetness,

Which makes him smile, brings him happiness.

However his dream was crushed very quickly,

When his request was denied by the queen bee.

So he walked back to his small hut,

Walked very slowly, with no strut.

[misty-zzz]

the best part of writing/story making (?) is finding new things about your ocs

like, maybe you thought of something that would fit with the character, and give them some more cool lore!

or maybe it would fix a big plot hole you wanted to fill in.

or what ever

its fun to grow your lore, and connecting ocs together and stuff

:3

[tiliqi]

About your OCs in general, do you create characters for story roles, like to fill a part of a story you're imagining or if they are imagined intertwined with a specific story idea? Or do you make them as drawn designs first or something similar? Guess I could just ask what usually drives you to make your characters.

that depends honestly.

I do a mix of it all for sure.

If we look at heavy force; arch and zenox are mainly born from two archetypes that I like.

while arch was made first purely from an easthetic (he used to be a shadow gijinka LMAO), i made zenox to be his visual foil.

The story around them slowly took shape with what i figured needs to happen for the archetypes to make sense. (for example giving arch amnesia, needing a guide, and making zenox someone who knows this place very well due to his job, therefore being the perfect fit to show him around)

Angel was made because I needed an authority figure for zenox, and what better than a mother?

after i established those small building blocks the story evolved and the role of the characters slowly came into place. I love working organicly, thinking about "how does this change affect all the characters?" and kind of just letting it all write itself from there. if I figure that the events lead to them meeting someone new, i'll think about what is needed and create someone based on that. sometimes i also jsut think hey they should meet someone and leave it at that and i just let them interact in my head until that new character craeted itself. That's how I made sera. At first they were just a "support", someone on the inside of the organization running the place who would have some opposing opinions to arch, with zenox caught in the middle; but they evlolved to be much more now and I'm happy with where this is gong.

I guess one thing that really helps me is having those hyper specific things I want to have. "character with opposing opinion to one protagonist, where the other protagonist is caught between the two" is super specific but still vague enough??? to be very creative with how to fill that spot. It also opens up new spots because surely they had to meet more people on their way to get to that point, and what if there's another person who's on one of the sidesand then there's an imbalance between people influencing zenox's opinion and so on and so on

The same also goes for jessee tbh i wanted him to be a certain way, then thought ok what needs to happen in someone's life for them to develop those flaws, anxieties, dreams? made it easy to decide on how he was parented, what circumstances he grew up in, what kinds of friends he had and how he got to meet his current friends and colleagues etc etc

serena (not heavy force now) is an example of i just wanted a design that fits a certain design idea. (I'd like to say same for apollo, but he was made with a story in mind originally, which i scrapped entirely, so now that i redesigned him i did that to lean more into his theme rather than what i wanted him to be for that story)

and honestly most of my sonic ocs are just "huh. what if this animal with that trait?"

so uh. bottom line? I'll have key points of a story or key character traits i want and i usually build around that. It's important to be open to both, form follows function, as well as function follows form. they do influence eachotehr a lot and when you're chill about that, you got urself a good faundation for stuff to bounce off eachother and set itself into place. Be it implementing a character into a story, building a new story based on one character.. or just making a character that u want to look cool.

at least. that's how it works for me.

[snailcl0udsxx]

AQUAHIME

ORIGIN STORY

Day 1. The Awakening

“ I have awoken in a strange place, everything is scary and strange but…. Strangely beautiful, what are those creatures in front of me? Why do they seem afraid of me?“

Is what Azura thought when her artificial and accidental “awakening” happened, Vishkar was looking to make another robot to protect and take care of Omnics and Humans in this world, but it seems they have succeeded in creating another life form… Instead of being happy, or remotely joyful of this success, they decided to consult their supervisors, some worried others' concern for the fate of this new Omnic, Project AZ-700 was hidden due its nature… perhaps it’ll be of use. Sent to the “Secret Wing” of Vishkar.

Day 50. The Monotony

“ Why do I have to do those tests again? Why do I have to… kill that small creature? Wouldn’t it be injuring one of you? Don’t be mad at me, please don’t be disappointed! “

Azura never questioned its existence or lack of freedom, for her this was her normality, but somehow knew there was something more to it, the curiosity to know what was more outside that door. But when she approached it she got injured and never decided to approach it again.

Day 75. Too Many Questions Unanswered.

“ I did what you commanded, Doctor Han, may I ask… to return… home? “

Azura asked the question as a whisper, before she was hit by the scientist and pushed her to the next test, Scientists have been abusive lately, she have heard there hasn’t been an improvement or the higher ups haven't like the results of AZ-700, when she asked what AZ-700 meant they gave her this test, simple as killing a human, she know they did nothing wrong to her, but they said they deserved it, she did it, she was void of feeling, was she just trapped here? Wasn’t really this a place to call home? Is this really what I am? Am I just a monster? I am just their monster!

Day 125. The Kind Scientist.

“ Hello, my name is Sen, your name is? “ ' ...... ' " I am here to help, tell me. What's your name? " ‘ I… don’t have a name…. What’s a name? ‘ “ O-Oh… how about… hm… Az… Azura!’ ‘ ….. My name is Azura….. ‘

When the new scientist joined Vishkar’s Secret Wing team, he was interested to know more about AZ-700 project, unaware of this affiliations and dark historial of some companions, he saw this non threatening omnic and decided to become its companion and friend. But not everyone seemed happy about it, the leader of the team was indeed burning in rage, but knew it’ll be more fun if he let the “killing machine” kill this one by itself. That way it could be done for good.

Day 140. I Am Here For You

“ Sen,,, I don’t want to do this test anymore, I don’t want to, I don’t want to! I am tired of tests!! I don’t want to kill more, I don’t want to train more, I DON'T WANT TO BE STRONGER! “

Azura sobbed quietly, feeling her body jolt and her energy flow, but it changed a little by confusion due how Sen, the scientist, hugged her, when she asked him about it he said:

“ This? Is called a hug! When you’re feeling down, we give a hug, so you can feel better…. see? “

Azura smiled deep inside, and with her only hand attempted to hug him.

Day 147. No More Rat Tests!

“ I am not going to do it! I refuse to! I WON'T KILL IT! I WON'T KILL IT! PLEASE FREE IT, FREE IT PLEASE, OR- OR- “

‘Or what?’

“ I…. I’LL HURT YOU! “

‘ Pfft hahaha Hahaha! You? Hurt me? Quit your rambling AZ-700, and do your work ’

Azura charged her gun arm, charging her flail with the water in the room and shooting the cannon arm she has, he dodge it barely once but the second time he got hit on the leg, letting out an yell of agony which suddenly turn into laughter, turning the water into blood. She realize with horror what she had done, it failed once more… Even if she managed Doctor Han, she was indeed a worthless monster, it was a savage beast, their goals were succeeding.... She didn't even know when this happened, how or when it started, rage controlled it all. As Han was taken to the medic facility, Azura was caged away.

Day 148. I Am Tired… Please Let Me Sleep

“ Is true…. I was built to hurt… Am I a hurting machine….? ”

As Azura hears the constant screaming of those animals and people she hasn’t told Doctor Sen about, she curled up on the floor, feeling a bubble of water surround her, she ignored the footsteps that could be heard outside, one of them stopped and the door opened then closed, it was Scientist Sen, he had a worried expression but changed to a clam one when he saw Azura was somewhat okay.

“ A…Azura, I am glad you’re okay! I am here to ask you for a test, I know you’re tired of them, but I promise you it is a small one. “

Azura did not respond, she just observed Sen, noticing small wounds on his hands, she felt the concern and anger overcome her. Did they hurt him too? As Sen approached her the bubble healed his wounds without him or her noticing, but Azura did have the courage to finally say something.

“Please… for this time, let me sleep….”

Sen sighed, smiling at Azura and petting her head carefully, she jolted at the contact but remained emotionless, when Doctor Sen walked out and closed the door, he noticed his wounds had healed…. Something he would keep to himself for the sake of Azura, knowing if he shared that to anyone they would force her to break point and test her more.

Day 190. Preparing For The Ultimate Test

“ Do I really have to do this, Doctor Sen? Is it really the last test? Will I be free afterwards? ”

Doctor Sen nodded, showing her the path for more training with Doctor Han, unaware of the torture this will be, Doctor Han was waiting both of them, after he came back after said incident, for more testings, specially since the deadline for their “customer” was coming the improvements they were having we’re good but they needed to show it off in order to not get cut off, since their customer was getting very doubtful about their progress, they needed that showdown for more fundings.

Doctor Han: ‘Good to see you, Sen, AZ-700 has been a little rampant lately, but I noticed it behaves very well aside from you, maybe could you guide it to do it’s work? If you’re unaware of this test, it’ll basically have to… disable some agents with its abilities and prove it is indeed what our customer is looking for.‘

Scientist Sen: ‘C…Customer? Doctor Han, I was only aware to check out Azu- I mean AZ-074, and what do you mean by disable some agent-’

Doctor Han: ‘Look, Sen, you’re brilliant, if you do this work right, I might contemplate letting you and that son of yours not get deported any time soon. Aside, you’ll be part of this big team, my team, now…Order AZ-700 to kill those men.’

Sen stood in complete shock, as they thrown Azura to the other area, inside the field there were three testing subjects, Sen knew them, they were missing people he saw on the news, they lived near his house, Azura stood like a scared animal, she felt like crying even if she couldn't let out tears, it was scared, it tried to attack the door but a familiar spark injured her, Sen rushed at the microphone button and spoke, voice came to the room Azura was in…. Might this be the end? She thought.

“Sen… I am scared…. Please let me out! Please tell them to stop!! “

He looked at Doctor Han, he was holding a picture of his son he had never seen before, he knew if he screwed up he would suffer the consequences if he didn't collaborate, his child, as well, would suffer a terrible fate on the hands of whatever this machine who he adore was capable of.… even if she didn't meant to, even if it wasn't it's fault... Scientist Sen: ‘ Azura....' Doctor Han: ' Time's ticking, Sen, your son would like to see his dad picking him up soon. Wouldn't he? ' Scientist Sen: ' AZ-700. DO YOUR DAMN WORK AND KILL THEM. OR I WILL DISABLE YOU MYSELF. ‘

Azura stood still, with a feeling of betrayal, she let out a lament, a quiet and dead one, before she lost her memory, and recovered her vision moments after the room and the waters were red, she felt truly alone….

Day 210. Agony Is A Pleasure Or A Punishment?

' PLEASE, AHG, STOP IT…. IT HURTS! ' The scientist that was kind to Azura begged for his life ' I KNOW YOU ARE NOT A MONSTER! YOU’RE BETTER THAN THIS, BECAUSE I LO- '

His begging was silenced as she slammed her flail onto his mouth, breaking it to not have to listen his cries, the water that accumulated from his tears turned red from the blood that mixed with it, The lab testers were shocked as the Vishkar practicians break in and stopped Azura in brute force, breaking her glass a little by how hard she was being hit, the paramedics checked if he was alright, tried to say something but the injuries were bad enough, the other people told em AZ-700 hit him out of the blue, it went out of control. What conflicted Azura the most was that he told her, what made it go insane, made it lose control, made it the monster "Vishkar" turned them into. . . .

' I love you, I will free you and we’ll live happily together, Azura. Just forgive me. ‘

Day 211. Failed Experiments Have No Faith Azura was sealed permanently, their funder was going to stop the project and she heard they would disable her, since she was a “monster” for society, they couldn’t leave traces of her, she also heard Scientist Sen resigned for good, he never would be able to speak again, and they would be deported… she ruined their lives, she discovered everything, about his son, about the threats, about why she was there, there were more like her. . . why she? WHY ME? She began destroying everything, until she remembered, she had the Scientist’s card, would… Does it still work? Azura rushed to the door, when it activated the door and it opened, she hugged the floor, that was freedom, she just needed that, but not just freedom, she needed to escape, one Lab technician noticed her and he ran for the emergency button, but Azura charged her Canon and shoot her flail, hitting them on the head and killing them, she began killing and destroying everything and anything that came to her, her vision became foggy and it was like she was walking in the ocean, she remembered when Scientist Sen showed her some pictures of the beach, the plains, mountains… She wanted to visit everywhere… When she finally was face to face with Doctor Han, she only could see how the coward begged for his life, something primal awoke in her, she used her flail to create a cyclone, drowning Han inside this one and finally destroying this place for good.

Day 212. Freedom For The First Time

" I am. . . f r e e ?"

When Azura finally snapped out of her frenzy, she made her way out of the lab, walking deep into the forest, eventually her damaged legs made her fall onto her knees, feeling the rain on her body and hearing the wind was a blessing, she was a survivor… No more testing, no more scientists, no more pain, she was free indeed, but covered in blood of the innocent people and animals she had to slay during this time. Who would want to approach her? And why would she want to approach them too? She let out a whine of sorrow, she didn’t know what she did wrong, or what happened, or what went wrong, her memory slowly faded, locked away… but sometimes her frenzy sparkles the true monster she will always be. She seeks the one who was kind to her, to repay the favor and for forgiveness, it feels that Nepal it's a great place to start it's journey, traveling the world by foot, but everyone wants her disastrous power..... but at what cost?

Day ???. Talon Call

“ THEY MADE IT! AZ-700 WAS A SUCCESS! “ ‘ How do I know this is true? Last test went wrong. ‘ “SEE THE DOCUMENTS I SENT YA, HURRY UP BEFORE THE POLICE SHOW UP THEIR ASSES. “ ‘I see… we’ll start the search for it then. Thank you for the information.’ * click *

[moonlightheretic]

An Embellishment of Lore

I think as Fanfic writers, we often add lore to our stories. It is natural for us to build upon the pillars set for us. But what about the foundations, gravel and grit? What was a piece of Lore you added to Dragon Age that wasn't pre-existing?

I will provide an example of my own below from two chapters concerning the topic. CW for Blood and Violence.

Chapter 26: Disciples of Lust, Lies and Power

Solas’s eyes rested on the table as I deliberated, they presented in a hazy hues of purple and gray, like a storm churning on the black horizon. His mind was occupied by something, clouded over by a memory.

The corners of his mouth twitched into a deep frown before sliding back up into disgust.

“You have memories you’d aspire to forget…so do I.” He stated lowly as his hand hovered over the board.

“The Veil I suppose.” I surmised as I selected my next move based on his.

Solas plucked his Pawn from its dock at A6 and observed it, twisting the stippled token in his fingers.

“It was a grand spectacle when the Evanuris played chess, they didn’t use marble carved pieces such as these. They used slaves armed with weapons.”

I relented my gaze from the board to stare at him in growing unease, no longer able to concentrate as I listened to him continue.

 “Swords for the King and Queen, lances for the Knights, daggers for the rest. There was so much blood one could no longer see the checked tile. Deleterious entertainment.” Solas set the piece down, his tone tempered with notes of repressed rage.

"Is that how you became so skilled?" I murmured, thoughtlessly. "Who fought on your behalf?" 

"You don't know what you suggest." He growled, his fist curling around the table. "Countless lives were lost, lives spent as if they meant nothing, no one fought on MY behalf. Do not equate me to them." 

“And yet, when the mighty veil comes crashing down, you’ll free them. Those that are so evil. What happens if they escape your vague plans?” I chided, smug that I had something to wield against his supposed perfection.

“They will never see the light of day.” Solas raised those churning eyes to my own.

Chapter 27: Two Queens

(Context: Moon'Hwa is cutting his hair)

"You asked me earlier when we played chess ...if I joined the Evanuris in their deleterious game.” He stated rather than asked. 

I jumped, startled, and nearly took off my own finger.

He watched me curiously with a brow held in question.

I nodded slowly.

"I was one of the Pawns...then I became a Knight...then a King and then...something more."

"You were a slave?" I asked as gently as I could, trying to recover from my surprise, my tongue coiled around the last word hesitantly.

"Not exactly," Solas explained and finished with a sorrow-drenched whisper, "She asked me to fight."

"Mythal?"

Snip.

"Yes." He answered after a pause.

"...so, you had to prove yourself."

"Not to her. Them ." He hissed as if referring to them at all was akin to a heated knife slicing through flesh.

"You became something more? Did Mythal elevate you?" I probed, genuinely interested.

Snip.

"I ascended as a general to lead her armies against them. To give orders, strategies, and plans that ensured success. Victory canonized me as a god...as one of them."

“Is that when you discovered your magic?”

Snip.

“No, I knowingly carried it, but I did not wield it.”

Snip

“Even when you fought with weapons, why didn’t you take advantage of it? It would have been a boon.”

“ Pawns aren’t granted the use of the Fade. I couldn’t strategically put it to use. The Evanuris enjoyed watching the struggle. The sword was enough with my intent provoking each strike.”

The memory that his imagery conjured struck a chord in an already fracturing symphonic resolve.

“Pawns, although simple, can accomplish great things.”

How about you? <3

Tagging @delicatefade @bluewren @theluckywizard @doomhippy83

[evanenprice]

The Premise

In a small, Victorian Era world known as Dardrudell, Magick rules above all else. It is said that all people have access to Magick, even the Spiritually Challenged, and can harness it to perform the Craft- the act of bending Magick to one's will. Magick affects every part of life, and those who practice the Craft are desired highly in the workforce, as well as in society as a whole. There is nothing anyone who is Spiritually Challenged can do that someone who practices the Craft could not do better, quicker, and with less effort… or so, that's what they say. All people possess a Spirit, the part of them that is tied to Magick and carries on even in their absence. Those who practice the Craft are said to have brighter Spirits, as their line to Magick is not muddled. Those who use the Craft illegally undergo a strenuous ritual that breaks or muddles their Spirits ties to Magick, making them Spiritually Challenged. From there, they are safe to place in prisons with those who do not practice the Craft. 

Those who have Magick are almost 100% more likely to be accepted into Academies, the only form of higher education, after their 18th birthday. Most people are taught basic math, reading, writing, and home care until they turn 18, when everyone takes their Magickal Examination. Passing this examination proves you can use Magick, and forges a new life path for you. At Academies, those who can practice the Craft pick their focus, their Familiar, and are given a variety of studies to choose from. The many who fail their Magickal Examination almost never get into an Academy, and are labeled Spiritually Challenged. They spend their years working low paying jobs, struggling to afford food and shelter for their family members, and often live in the lower ends of cities desperately trying to make ends meet. Almost all homeless are Spiritually Challenged.

In the book, our story starts out with the young Evelyn preparing to take their Examination.

If interested in the possible tabletop roleplaying lore, stay updated for more, my dears. The "prepackaged" tabletop roleplay as originally planned begins after your player character has failed their Magickal Examination and been labeled as Spiritually Challenged. It has been determined you do not have a drop of Magickal potential in you, or at the very least, you don't have much. Almost two months later, right as you were settling into a life of hardship, you receive a mysterious letter addressed to you from an Academy you have never heard of, called Evanen Price. They promise to pay your way through this Academy, and teach you Magick- but only if you cut off everyone you have ever spoken to and move in to the Academy.

[sellaspeaks]

the playlist for close if anyone cares

yes it is only two songs

[worldanvil]

Writing original vampire lore isn't as easy as copying a few passages from Bram Stoker. Janet talks with Jason Carl, game designer and Brand Manager for Vampire the Masquerade, about the most common mistakes when adding vampires to your game or novel setting! Plus: how to avoid those missteps.

[crookedghosts]

the one thing I wish I wrote into the MIT!Leo and Harvard!Jason part of my au is nepo baby Jason and poor kid but highkey genius kid Leo becoming unlikely friends and lovers but oh well I'll save that for the rwrb au

[deletarius-draws]

Jhulqira's Role and Axi Creation

Axi Creation, Genetic Alteration and Training

The creation process begins in large, plantlike gestational pods resembling enormous flowers filled with alchemical elixirs and Feywild flora extracts. These pods nurture Aximand Axia embryos, infusing them with powerful arcane energy and genetic enhancements. Some Aximand Axia are selected as recruits at birth, usually from two Aelvaren Warrior parents, preferably veterans.

Mental Conditioning

Recruits undergo excruciating mental conditioning to purge fears, attachments and weaknesses. Jhulqira, the Drow bio-alchemist employs tortuous methods using alchemical potions, torturous instruments and psychological manipulation, turning them into living weapons capable of withstanding the horrors of war.

The Process

“Fascinating, how one’s spirit shivers and falters when the mind is suddenly compromised.” – Jhulqira Frier’athen

Deep within the labyrinthine confines of Jhulqira’s laboratory lies the Chamber of Scrutiny. This dark, foreboding room is where the most harrowing of his experiments take place. The walls are lined with arcane symbols and enchanted crystals that amplify the mental energies within.

At The center of the chamber stands an intricate apparatus designed to interface directly with the mind of the recruit. The apparatus consists of a series of enchanted needles and conduits that connect to the recruit’s head, allowing Jhulqira to delve into their deepest thoughts and memories.

Jhulqira begins by activating the apparatus, sending tendrils of arcane energy and electricity into the recruit’s mind. These tendrils crawl through the synapses, seeking any traces of vulnerability, anxiety, or even corruption. The recruit screams and convulses as their mind is exposed throughout the agonizingly painful procedure.

The mental agony can lead some recruits to insanity, leaving them as shriveled shells, frothing and babbling at the lips. These unfortunate souls are then cast into the wild planes of the Feywild, where they are likely to be processed, recycled and absorbed by the realm itself. To Jhulqira, he see this as a way to give back the feywild, though he only says this to alleviate the concerns of those of the Feywild.

Those with the mental fortitude to grit their teeth, endure and survive this harrowing process are not yet free. They find themselves tested again facing more trials that would challenge even the most hardened veteran soldiers. These trials are designed to push their mental, physical, and magical abilities to the absolute limit, ensuring that only the strongest and most resilient recruits become Axi warriors.

[valemrsn]

making aus for ocs are so funny cause like. theyre already in a situation… but what if they were in a DIFFERENT situation