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Did you know that if you break a waystone into a pile of smaller stones, each and every one of those stones, no matter what their size, is a waystone?
There are stories of there once being a waystone so large, it was the size of a mountain, and that the mountain was magic, though no one knew what kind of magic it was. Some speculated it was very lucky, others thought that if you wished upon the mountain, your wish would be granted.
In the end no one knew for sure, and the stories faded away, being lost to time. However, along with the stories went the mountain, as years and years of erosion and storms had broken the mountain down into smaller pieces, into waystones.
But no matter how many pieces the mountain was broken into, each one still had magic in it. Some had more magic than others, but each held magic no matter how potent it was.
That waystone in your bottom right? That's just one waystone, and because of their origins, these waystones are everywhere. Deep in the earth, buried under snow, beside gnarled ancient tree roots, at the greatest depths of the sea, or even on a shelf in your lair. They're everywhere, pieces of the magic mountain.
And sometimes, if you listen or look very very closely, you might hear the faintest hum or a warm, coloured glow of the magic in the stone.
[b]Edit:[/b] My lorebit from yesterday is canon confirmed according to my new waychip familiar :)
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Did you know that if you break a waystone into a pile of smaller stones, each and every one of those stones, no matter what their size, is a waystone?
There are stories of there once being a waystone so large, it was the size of a mountain, and that the mountain was magic, though no one knew what kind of magic it was. Some speculated it was very lucky, others thought that if you wished upon the mountain, your wish would be granted.
In the end no one knew for sure, and the stories faded away, being lost to time. However, along with the stories went the mountain, as years and years of erosion and storms had broken the mountain down into smaller pieces, into waystones.
But no matter how many pieces the mountain was broken into, each one still had magic in it. Some had more magic than others, but each held magic no matter how potent it was.
That waystone in your bottom right? That's just one waystone, and because of their origins, these waystones are everywhere. Deep in the earth, buried under snow, beside gnarled ancient tree roots, at the greatest depths of the sea, or even on a shelf in your lair. They're everywhere, pieces of the magic mountain.
And sometimes, if you listen or look very very closely, you might hear the faintest hum or a warm, coloured glow of the magic in the stone.
Edit: My lorebit from yesterday is canon confirmed according to my new waychip familiar :)
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etui Glad y'all liked my writing :)
Gonna tell this my grandkids
Gonna tell this my grandkids
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LuminAgricola Thank you :)
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MasterMmmm I am honored to hear that :)
My headcanon's not nearly as mystical. Mine's just that during his one day of sentience, the Which Waystone fell in love and had kids. Since he's gone silent again, we don't know who the mom was...but we know that she had purple, magical traits, as that was inherited by some of the children.
My guess is Shadowbinder until a better candidate pops up.
My headcanon's not nearly as mystical. Mine's just that during his one day of sentience, the Which Waystone fell in love and had kids. Since he's gone silent again, we don't know who the mom was...but we know that she had purple, magical traits, as that was inherited by some of the children.
My guess is Shadowbinder until a better candidate pops up.
