The Dies Luxfrang
It all started with Xinoehp. He was a young luxsprite; at only sixty-four years of age, he was the youngest noble to ever sit on the King's Council. This unique situation came about due to his parents waiting until their early nine hundreds to have a child, right before their millenium of life elapsed.
This backstory gives context to his actions that fateful day. In pursuit of power free of limitations, he inadvertently opened a crack in the defenses of the luxsprite
Rekaerb Cerelius
Rekaerb does not know how he came to be.
The very first memory he has is waking with two pieces of knowledge in his mind. The first was his signature ability: replicating himself. Rekaerb can split himself into multiple bodies that all share a single consciousness. This ability makes him practically impossible to kill - and, therefore, very, very dangerous. Thus the second knowledge: he cannot interfere with the course of history. He is an observer, nothing more.
Stuff I wanna talk about:
YA Fantasy and Why I Stoped Reading It
Are souls real? What about robots? [Feat. Brandon Sanderson's accidental obsession with Plato]
Solving every problem
And potentially other things. We'll see.
Follow if ya wanna hear about these things!
Withergeists
Withergeists are entities of chaotic darkness. Originally of the Void, they are enraged by the Light of existence. Their presence in reality is based in one goal; the destruction of everything. They make their way through the cracks in reality, taking form as incorporeal spirits that decay all that they touch.
But existence in reality is painful for them, especially the light that fills it. In addition, most are no more intelligent than animals in their goals of destructio
Cynthia awoke to a colorless world. Walls, floors, ceiling, bed- all were formed from spotless white. She sat up, raising her hands in front of her face. They looked normal. It's just the room, then. That was a relief; she rather liked color.
Where are we? she asked Cirrus.
Your guess is as good as mine, he responded. I passed out when you did.
Apologies, Cynthia replied. I will limit myself next time.
Don't worry about it, Cirrus replied. I've never gotten knocked out before
The title says it all! I decided to redraw these two pieces from back in October 2019. Geez, that was a long time ago. Anyhow, it really shows how much I've improved.
Nyx Thadel - Riva Praetorium's mother - was a very powerful witch. So powerful in fact, that after using her to take over the kingdom, king Jahrdor imprisoned her under guard in a hut in the woods. Here she is in all her fabulous glory.
For those of you who don't know her, Stella is a character that Star creates for Caden to marry. She's a snarky bounty hunter and I really enjoy both writing and drawing her.
Here's Basil Fischer, everyone's favorite gay soldier boi. I had a lot of fun designing his guard uniform and trying out some new poses. I've been arting a LOT lately, so... expect more of these entries.
It starts with two axes: Order-Chaos and Light-Dark.
Order is the concept of stability and structure.
Chaos is the concept of change and renewal.
Light is the concept of existence and life.
Dark is the concept of non-existence and death.
The two axes orthogonize to produce four fundamental classes of energy: order-light, order-dark, chaos-light, and chaos-dark.
Ordered Light:
Primary users: Luxsprites
The myriad universes of the Vibrant Threads are built on a
One moment, there was nothing.
The next, there she was.
It was no birth in the mortal sense - messy, involved, painful - just a flash of light, and awareness. Clean, simple, and detached. Just like the man who faced her now with a curious gaze.
“Strange,” he murmured. “Why are you disconnected?”
In response, unbidden knowledge rising to her lips. “I am not you.”
She felt the words settle like a cast-iron mold around her, shaping her mind and soul, their truth made incontrov
He came to the AV because of his criminal past, and a strong desire to get away from the IRS. Rumor said that this was the biggest and best tax haven in the world. When he arrived, it made sense. The only city on the planet was in ruins, their infrastructure destroyed, and while everyone was reeling in a moment of momentary peace, the only group that was even slightly able to pay his wages was the DA. He got in contact with them by nearly ingesting a cookie, but then convincing one of them to l
again, a rough draft.
The DA had many places where one could turn for knowledge. The Department of Records was likely the safest of those, if the most mundane. It was there that Ronald started his search.
The long halls of the DADR were empty, with weak lights every couple of meters that flickered unevenly. It was almost as if they were trying to look like they were in a horror movie. He shuddered. To be fair, living here was like a real life horror movie. You had to eat or be
NOTE: this is a very very rough draft.
The Library.
Deemed utterly useless by some, and Voidus' great gift to mankind by others, it was a realization of Jorge Luis Borges's 1941 short story, The Library of Babel. No one knew how it ended up in the alleys. But considering these were the alleys, it likely popped up overnight. The contents were simple if irritating. Every book was 410 standard pages (about 1500 characters), like the original library. However there were 95 possible
Ronald sat as his desk, pondering his meeting with Lita. He nearly hadn't made it out of there, He shuddered. Even a full 24 hours later the fury in her eyes as she realized that he was standing in her was scared him. Despite his best efforts at talking his way out of there, it barely worked. His gamble had failed. His attempt at pitting the two departments against each other had failed, and his life nearly taken in payment.
He had never really been one for power. To him it was a means to
Tomorrow is the third anniversary of Keyed, my duology that was started by me, @xinoehp512, and @beantheboy12 as an RP called Fallen. Who knew it would blow up the way it has!
