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I be listening to whalesong and two hours of shrimplicity when I play this.
Also for fans of my lore (of which there are none) I am revamping so ignore me murking some dragons and seemingly replacing them. Do not worry about it. I will have bios up for everyone at some point.
Gummi, she/her + he/him, 20 Also mods I use my laptop + phone to play
Parish of Dreams- Sleep here and abandon the land of the wakeful, enter the blinding sleep-streets of Leng and know no pain.
The Parish of Dreams, unaligned with any Sect, sits along the highest most powerful leyline. The air surrounding it tugs your brain into sleepishness, you struggle to keep your eyes open. Welcoming you to its space stands a statue of green malachite, and inlaid on a plaque reads a name, “Mekong”. Down your spine runs a chill, you feel his fate was not a kind one.
Though the magic in this area is strong, it is unusable for any practical purpose. Resting one’s head here transports them to another realm. The Dream Planes of Leng, a bright and dreamy city, exists loosely connected to the waking reality of the Church clan. Overlaid on the waking reality of the Church grounds, the city is bright though you see no sun in the sky, only clouds of a gold-pink tint. A palace you’ve never seen before looms in the distance, glittering in the cloudlight. Inside resides the monarchs of this realm. Aljanah, referred to as the Pink King, the Dream King, or the King of Leng, sits next to his wife and queen Deneb. For eons he calls to those residing in the wakeplanes of Leng, communing to them from another realm like a whisper in their subconcious. What he aims to accomplish, no one knows. How he came to power remains a mystery. What is known, or rather, what is said, is that one’s desires can be answered if they make it to his door.
Library of Constellations- A tower rises imperceptibly high into the heavens. A mist obscures the top, but you can see a faint pink light emerge from the clouds like a never-dimming star.
To the southwest of the Parish of Dreams, the heart of the Golden Sect is the Library of Constellations. There is a dearth of bricks and stone compared to the book spines that make up the interior’s décor. Losing oneself is possible, as the library resembles a dungeon more than a place of learning, the churchborn joke that one can find skeletal remains if they delve deep enough. When you first enter, you are filled with a strange and mighty urge to empty the contents of your personhood, experience, and memories onto fresh sheets of paper and bind them to become a new work along the wall. You wonder how many of these books were written by people who visited who complied with this bizarre yearning.
A tome infamously resides in the library, one that caused the deaths of many dragons along with the Spiral that took from its words. Despite being available to read, after the event that occurred there exists a miasma around the book such that no one has opened its pages since.
Lore still in progress!
Also for fans of my lore (of which there are none) I am revamping so ignore me murking some dragons and seemingly replacing them. Do not worry about it. I will have bios up for everyone at some point.
Gummi, she/her + he/him, 20 Also mods I use my laptop + phone to play
The perfect place to be if you’re full of hubris, madness, or sadness
In times of old, raw magic flowed almost geyser-like where this clan currently stands. Arcane dragons of the Arcanist's first creation descended upon it like starving bees to a flower field or swarming moths coveting a flame. Given their dispositions, though these dragons reveled in the sweetness of this free-flowing magical bounty, they had nought the shrewdness to do much of anything with it. Those dragons, aethers, that lived here played gaily, feasted on the rich fruits the magic-dense soil provided, drank from the constellation-laden pools, and in their dreams were transported to a world entirely unlike their own. By the chronicles they left behind (and uneaten) this land was confirmed a verifiable Eden. And then they were sent away into space. With aethers launched off the face of Sornieth (literally), other dragons took to the formerly inhabited land.
Lairs placed themselves in lines where fonts of magic emerged and grew competitive and greedy over the resource that seemed to be endless here. Space grew scarce, wars ensued, and as a consolidation and peace effort the lairs merged into one massive clan. Together, the clan became the Church of Leng, and the separate lairs, now known as Sects, retained some individual identity and culture. Due to the length of its existence, the myths that surround its earth, and its raw magical resource, the Church of Leng has gained reputation and infamy. Dragons hoping to learn more than what they should come to live among the churchborn, the churchborn themselves have ambitions that scale the realms of what’s possible, reasonable, and at times what’s ethical.
In times of old, raw magic flowed almost geyser-like where this clan currently stands. Arcane dragons of the Arcanist's first creation descended upon it like starving bees to a flower field or swarming moths coveting a flame. Given their dispositions, though these dragons reveled in the sweetness of this free-flowing magical bounty, they had nought the shrewdness to do much of anything with it. Those dragons, aethers, that lived here played gaily, feasted on the rich fruits the magic-dense soil provided, drank from the constellation-laden pools, and in their dreams were transported to a world entirely unlike their own. By the chronicles they left behind (and uneaten) this land was confirmed a verifiable Eden. And then they were sent away into space. With aethers launched off the face of Sornieth (literally), other dragons took to the formerly inhabited land.
Lairs placed themselves in lines where fonts of magic emerged and grew competitive and greedy over the resource that seemed to be endless here. Space grew scarce, wars ensued, and as a consolidation and peace effort the lairs merged into one massive clan. Together, the clan became the Church of Leng, and the separate lairs, now known as Sects, retained some individual identity and culture. Due to the length of its existence, the myths that surround its earth, and its raw magical resource, the Church of Leng has gained reputation and infamy. Dragons hoping to learn more than what they should come to live among the churchborn, the churchborn themselves have ambitions that scale the realms of what’s possible, reasonable, and at times what’s ethical.
Parish of Dreams- Sleep here and abandon the land of the wakeful, enter the blinding sleep-streets of Leng and know no pain.The Parish of Dreams, unaligned with any Sect, sits along the highest most powerful leyline. The air surrounding it tugs your brain into sleepishness, you struggle to keep your eyes open. Welcoming you to its space stands a statue of green malachite, and inlaid on a plaque reads a name, “Mekong”. Down your spine runs a chill, you feel his fate was not a kind one.
Though the magic in this area is strong, it is unusable for any practical purpose. Resting one’s head here transports them to another realm. The Dream Planes of Leng, a bright and dreamy city, exists loosely connected to the waking reality of the Church clan. Overlaid on the waking reality of the Church grounds, the city is bright though you see no sun in the sky, only clouds of a gold-pink tint. A palace you’ve never seen before looms in the distance, glittering in the cloudlight. Inside resides the monarchs of this realm. Aljanah, referred to as the Pink King, the Dream King, or the King of Leng, sits next to his wife and queen Deneb. For eons he calls to those residing in the wakeplanes of Leng, communing to them from another realm like a whisper in their subconcious. What he aims to accomplish, no one knows. How he came to power remains a mystery. What is known, or rather, what is said, is that one’s desires can be answered if they make it to his door.
Library of Constellations- A tower rises imperceptibly high into the heavens. A mist obscures the top, but you can see a faint pink light emerge from the clouds like a never-dimming star.To the southwest of the Parish of Dreams, the heart of the Golden Sect is the Library of Constellations. There is a dearth of bricks and stone compared to the book spines that make up the interior’s décor. Losing oneself is possible, as the library resembles a dungeon more than a place of learning, the churchborn joke that one can find skeletal remains if they delve deep enough. When you first enter, you are filled with a strange and mighty urge to empty the contents of your personhood, experience, and memories onto fresh sheets of paper and bind them to become a new work along the wall. You wonder how many of these books were written by people who visited who complied with this bizarre yearning.
A tome infamously resides in the library, one that caused the deaths of many dragons along with the Spiral that took from its words. Despite being available to read, after the event that occurred there exists a miasma around the book such that no one has opened its pages since.
Lore still in progress!
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Right now I'm a bit in a turning point in my life, so if you want I can PM you about it!
Also, I saw you're a history major! I've been researching Byzantine Eunuchs since September, and I am the person who thinks daily about the (Eastern) Roman Empire