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setting overview;;
an unknown space hidden in a pocket dimension far from mortal contact. It is perpetually nighttime, the blackened skies covered in gorgeous constellations and milky way gases. The full moon is in constant view through the bamboo forests and willow trees. Many streams and ponds dot the area, each one carefully looked after by the residents as they contain koi (reflections, not actual fish) and aquatic vegetation. Neatly kept gravel pathways weave intermittently with small lanterns dimly lighting the path in front. These delicate paper beacons either hang from trees or buildings, careful to stay out of harms way while their stone counterparts stand sturdily near entrances complimented by ancient guardian statues of different beasts. Elegant wooden bridges arch over the still waters, leading to various tiny pavilions that are residences and/or areas of prayer. Some of the rice paper screens are slightly ajar, as if to welcome the night air. And yet others are sealed shut with only a tiny amount of light visible from afar. Though they all appear the same on the exterior, minor pieces of landscaping differ between them. Faded nameplates are etched by the entryway, however most have completely rubbed away with time. Each of these is situated on their own small island, the only method of entry through the intertwining bridges.
gardens sprawl to either side of this cluster, finally meeting their end at the beginning of a sparse forest laden with a single footpath. Both dirt trails meet behind the ponds to a narrow but very high worn granite staircase that carries up to the central temple. Even this building is not very large, however it does dwarf the halls below. Light sounds of singing bowls echo in the clearing and what appears to be a single candle illuminates the interior behind the screens. Though unable to look inside, incense drifts out from behind closed doors. Eroded stone twin cat idols watch each entrance with countless exorcism slips dotting their surface.
seasons do not exist here. The temperature stays completely consistent at 18 degrees Celsius with neither snow nor humidity. Rain will lightly fall at times, however going out in it will not make you wet. In this world, water does not drench clothes because no one exists therefore there is nothing to soak or touch. Cool breezes will occasionally waft through as well. The sounds of frogs humming is frequent, but the animals themselves are not there - it is a noise produced by the environment. Plants are the only species that take on a living form. They can die if not properly taken care of, giving the residents something to do in their spare time. Rare hybrids take form in aetheres, and those who have dedicated themselves have learned many arts that originate with these flowers.
general;;
gods forgotten by the ancients; those which have been buried with their people's. Hidden within the folds of time, this group does not and cannot easily welcome outsiders. Simply put there is only one way in and no way out - should a visitor somehow wander in their soul is forever chained to the dimension. If they were to attempt to leave, their physical form would disintegrate while their spirit stays trapped in the confines of the temples. Led along by the head priest, they seek a life of tranquility while burying their past identities. Some remember who they were while others do not. However the rules are simple; you must shed your power and take on a three or four letter name given by the head priest.
setting overview;;
an unknown space hidden in a pocket dimension far from mortal contact. It is perpetually nighttime, the blackened skies covered in gorgeous constellations and milky way gases. The full moon is in constant view through the bamboo forests and willow trees. Many streams and ponds dot the area, each one carefully looked after by the residents as they contain koi (reflections, not actual fish) and aquatic vegetation. Neatly kept gravel pathways weave intermittently with small lanterns dimly lighting the path in front. These delicate paper beacons either hang from trees or buildings, careful to stay out of harms way while their stone counterparts stand sturdily near entrances complimented by ancient guardian statues of different beasts. Elegant wooden bridges arch over the still waters, leading to various tiny pavilions that are residences and/or areas of prayer. Some of the rice paper screens are slightly ajar, as if to welcome the night air. And yet others are sealed shut with only a tiny amount of light visible from afar. Though they all appear the same on the exterior, minor pieces of landscaping differ between them. Faded nameplates are etched by the entryway, however most have completely rubbed away with time. Each of these is situated on their own small island, the only method of entry through the intertwining bridges.
gardens sprawl to either side of this cluster, finally meeting their end at the beginning of a sparse forest laden with a single footpath. Both dirt trails meet behind the ponds to a narrow but very high worn granite staircase that carries up to the central temple. Even this building is not very large, however it does dwarf the halls below. Light sounds of singing bowls echo in the clearing and what appears to be a single candle illuminates the interior behind the screens. Though unable to look inside, incense drifts out from behind closed doors. Eroded stone twin cat idols watch each entrance with countless exorcism slips dotting their surface.
seasons do not exist here. The temperature stays completely consistent at 18 degrees Celsius with neither snow nor humidity. Rain will lightly fall at times, however going out in it will not make you wet. In this world, water does not drench clothes because no one exists therefore there is nothing to soak or touch. Cool breezes will occasionally waft through as well. The sounds of frogs humming is frequent, but the animals themselves are not there - it is a noise produced by the environment. Plants are the only species that take on a living form. They can die if not properly taken care of, giving the residents something to do in their spare time. Rare hybrids take form in aetheres, and those who have dedicated themselves have learned many arts that originate with these flowers.
general;;
gods forgotten by the ancients; those which have been buried with their people's. Hidden within the folds of time, this group does not and cannot easily welcome outsiders. Simply put there is only one way in and no way out - should a visitor somehow wander in their soul is forever chained to the dimension. If they were to attempt to leave, their physical form would disintegrate while their spirit stays trapped in the confines of the temples. Led along by the head priest, they seek a life of tranquility while burying their past identities. Some remember who they were while others do not. However the rules are simple; you must shed your power and take on a three or four letter name given by the head priest.
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