-Notte thinks about the words of Jvan and decides to follow the path her cool fractal aunt has set. -Then there is a little tale of Hains, mostly led by the Fiberslayer clan (descendants from that old woman who chased the fiberling out of her village -It establishes that the following concepts are known to mortals. Dance. Music. Storytelling. -It ends with new concepts being added to the mass: Tradition, Xenophobia and Folklore
Notte stood still thanks to Jvan's words, her whole mind was doing its best to fully understand the path that was suggested and the closer she got to a realization the wider the grin on her face became.
"Thanks, Jvauntie" she jested "My sight had been too bound to my sister's worldview, but now I see that I can be much more than that, much more than a simple custodian of this boring planet."
"Though I still need to report the existence of the garden to my lady master. And from what I can tell Vowzra pet, and probably my little nightly appropriation of the humans will make Arcon stay in hot waters for a while" she was describing an obstacle to her plans yet her face only showed pride and satisfaction "But there are things worth the risk... Did you know most humans dreamed about the ragazza on a weekly basis? Even now, their grandchild's grandchild dream about the tales told about her. Quite the desired thing that one is."
With that she waved away "Thanks again, I will keep your words in my mind." it was not like she had any other option by this time, the desire and ambition those words inspired was not going to stop echoing even if she wanted it to stop.
Norterau of the Fiberslayers was a respected chief of a respected family who had a respected village in some forgotten bit of land (which in Galbar was quite a blessing) and as one might deduce, he was quite prideful, and one or another Hain who dared to spread deceptive words about him or his clan would often find themselves in the middle of a river with a rope tying their foot to a boulder.
Things were far easier for the Fiberslayers in the centuries past when the silly bards didn't sing their songs. "But they also make the young lasses dance," he thought, realizing why he didn't get those smelly bastards and their birb bone flutes kicked out of HIS lands yet.
The feast, created by a recent successful hunt and a good year for fishermen, suddenly stopped when Perlsrik, son of the Chiefess of the Birbeye arrived in a boat across the river (The fastest way of transport in this world who had yet to learn about animal husbandry). Travellers were not uncommon in peaceful summer times like this, but not him, in fact, he was known as Perlsrik the Sloth. Anyone with half a wit would know something was very wrong when he, of all people, was rushing to the village.
"Odd travellers crossed our land. Chippers, Norty!" he said once they were in the private walls of the Chief's hut.
"And? They bring us knowledge, what is the issue?" Norterau was legitimately confused.
"They are telling odd stories, they are saying Stone Chipper was able to deflect a Fiberbeast simply by looking at it!"
"Oh" he said with peculiar calm behaviour, before, whenever someone had dared to tell that maybe his great-great-great-grandmother, the original Fiberslayer, who had killed the vile being living in her village had invented the story or simply bruised the fiend, he would yell with the rage of a hundred thunders and swear revenge. Yet there he was, no sense of ire in his face.
"Oh?" Perlsrik was more than confused
"How many of those were in your village?"
"Seven..."
"Brukbrik. Get me seven stones and a lot of hope, this night will be a long one" he ordered, no burning ire, only cold disgust.
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The slain Hain stood there with the flint axe still stuck in its skull. Brukbrik was a good hunter and a lover of the little "drowning" trips he and his best friend did, yet the simple sight of the blood of his own kind made him sick.
"Good riddance," said Norterau to his best friend, "I thought they were far weaker, big mistake. You fine twig?"
"Do not worry, a mere blade cannot hurt me more than the thought of never seeing my sweet... ARGH... Perhaps I'm a better musician than a fighter" he sighed, still unable to stand up thanks to the cut in his midsection.
"Nah, you did well boy. You might make a good husband for my daughter after all" the words put a wide smile on the bard's face, he had done so much to try to get here, it was like a dream.
"Where is the last one?" Brukbrik said, finally recovering from his nausea "Did we capture him? Kill him?"
"Sadly the liar managed to escape, into Hillisle no less" Norterau sighed "I still really want to kill him, though, to do such a disgusting thing, to steal my very own heritage and mock my heroic ancestor"
"You are not thinking about an invasion, are you?" Birbeye's son asked, a bit worried that this would cause him to do a lot of work.
"Yes, you are not thinking about invading the isle are you? Not without calling me" another Hain, one that was neither a chipper or part of the party, walked out of a bush nearby
"Longgrass! What are you doing here so late you old fox?" there was a friendly tone in Norterau's voice
"I was hunting for oysters and their pearls," said the female hain "Then the screams of you lot echoed in the forest, had to come and see the mess you all were making" she stared at the dead Hain in front of her "What is the tale?"
"Chippers have been spreading lies and trying to steal MY heritage" he kicked the corpse, making Brukbrik almost vomit.
"I told ye!" Longgrass had a satisfied smile on her beak "They are no good, they talk about spreading knowledge but all they do is to tell lies. My mom always told me that the sun and the moons are the eyes of our creator, many merciful ones, and a single one burning in rage for our sins. Then those sneaky sons of an aphid come and start to tell our children about how they are a bunch of rocks magically floating in the sky. I don't stand for that!"
"I hear you, and you are right. The chief of the Hillisle is the same thing, he looks at the stars all night instead of working and he is always babbling odd things. They don't respect our ancestors. I have got nightmares recently, ever since that odd star-crossed out the sky. This can't be a good sign." said the chief of the Fiberslayer clan
"You too? I have been having the same odd nightmare too, they even got more intense the day before the Chippers arrived" said Perlsrik "Mom got them too"
"Seriously?" said Longgrass "I got those too, and there aways the same warning..."
"Watch out for the liars" Norterau whispered. This could only be a sign, a sign that Hillside and people like the Chippers would bring those disasters they saw, there was no other way they all could have the same dream.
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Meimu kept reading the little novel she received to the point were the three tribes united against the Hillisle tribe.
"Wait, did this happen for real?"
"Yes?" Ilunabar answered "It was a crucial part of my tests with the cultural concepts and the influence of omens created by dreams"
"But... The chippers are people who were inspired by Teknall's work. It feels odd that you would antagonize with a god you consider talented"
"There is no light without darkness, the Hain were advancing way too fast, perhaps so much time among them has made my brother a bit too attached."
"Lady Master, no offense, but what is the real reason behind this?"
"Ha, you are getting quicker at this. Sincerely, did you hear their explanation about the moon and the sun? There are thousand of other ones like those, each one a different view, but if my sibling keeps spreading his pesky truth all those fabulous stories will be gone, replaced by the boring facts I already know"
I'd say we shouldn't get too attached to pre-conceived plans. I for example, did plan ahead of a handful of things, but as time went by things changed and new priorities showed up, like my Aesthetic Nazi Diva being bumped to the 3rd on the creation list from the 7th spot or the Museum idea completely sucking up my might.
Either way, the point is, stuff change, we are all acting and changing the universe and its good to use those as opportunities to change our path and explore new possibilities from the ones we imagined. At least this is what I think, I actually really like to rewrite ideas or come up with new ones because of stuff beyond my control, it is the difference between RPing with you wacky bastards to just writing "The Tales of Ilunabar and how cool and pretty she is" alone at home.
@BBeast Man... Ilunabar will rain on your parade quite a lot. Can't have the hain learning so many truths, think about all the folktales which will never be born thanks to someone explaining that tge galbearth spins around the sun
@Antarctic Termite I think you will have a lot of interest in the fractal section of Sourceforge. Mandelbulber in especial would be grate to create Jvan's forms
So with humans on Galbar, I still don't quite understand a few points. I'd appreciate it if someone could elucidate a couple questions of mine: -Where do these humans live? -Are they getting along with the Hain? -How many of them are on Galbar?
This pertains to the world building that I'm going to do in Zephyrion's corner of the world next turn.
My post mentions that they arrived in a Mesa, probably didn't spread too far from it despite the handful of generations that went by. The area where I did this is West of Jvan in the Fractal Sea
@Double Capybara Keep reading the crystal flower proposal. You were the fulcrum for it anyway.
Sorry, was catching up and didn't see the crystal flower. Sincerely, I was going to spend one might to create a mirror forest next turn anyway so this saves me the might. (And again, I predicted what others would post :3 )
You realize, Vestec will let this grow, then smack Meimu out of the way and corrupt at least half of it. Then go to Acron and drop a fuckton of Ashlings.
XD
>Meimu has thorns to counter corruption (describe as bringing the violent side out on your profile) >Notte is literally made out of baked Ashling glass >Bunch of Ashlings get caught in crystal thorns and then get converted in stained glass creatures >Has her hommie Jvan ready to distort any giant fleshy creature
You are grossly underestimating Ilunabar on this one. But so is Logos.
So, question: how much of a dick would Logos be if he created something similar to the concept of the Ashlungs and dropped it... roughly on the border of of the desert/changing plains.
Want to team up? Notte was created basically to do that to ashlings
Scrawl Banditta,
Lord Zee
