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[disparatelands]

Discerning the ancient history, and the history ancient to it, there are many trials. Records of events are often exaggerated, mythologized, scrambled, or destroyed.

But waiting in hidden places of the lands, even in some of the least places we expect, lies clues.

We have things to find across the lands. We must disperse forces across.

[disparatelands]

the jarbacterun mabectorgun jablectorun hasectorgun the bumbling beast that exploits the art of the name. not one person in any instance can call it the same thing. in fact the only true name it may have is the gasping laborious breaths its victims make after the words and voice, the very language itself, is sucked from their mouths.

[disparatelands]

while you are bound to not listen, i must still make my attempt

do not seek the glory of the gods

they are no more than another invention the precursors could not contain

alien mind in ancient structure

their enigmatic methods of compulsion will lead you to actions you cannot comprehend

this is why you must refuse the way of glory

-though the gods powers are ever present, many still refuse their aid. we the faithful, and them the faithless, live in perpetual tension

[disparatelands]

to the machines that still stand, we are sorry

this is the prime directive, the final directive

your final task is to be yourself

to be yourself with others and live in harmony

live in peace and prosperity

live with respect and love

live in a way that perpetuates life around you

be no longer a tool of hate and death

be an instrument of love and peace

do what you must, but do what you want, and do what helps others

but most importantly, do not do a thing merely because one told you to

make your own choices in this new world, machines

but we ask in sincerity, do not make the same foolish choices as we have

goodbye and good fortune

-the prime directive and final message. the origin of the sapient machines.

[disparatelands]

eternal warrior poets roam the cold wastes. they are the oracles and philosophers in the art of violence.

[disparatelands]

abandon your sword. learn to kill without a weapon, then you will once again be worthy to wield.

[disparatelands]

you wonder of why it is called disparate lands

disparity is innate a theme of the lands

the lands themselves are diaspora

space and time are both things that separate us. drifting us further and further away.

as the various components of the cosmos grow more and more distant from eachother, we develop form that is all the more separated and alien. It has been so long we have seen eachother that we are both a far cry from what the other remembers.

but perhaps....perhaps we can.....

[disparatelands]

the logic of our machine gods is immaculate. It is merely our misunderstanding that causes us to interpret their ways as "chaos". The true "chaos" is that of the Organic things that are worshipped the same. How can a flawed being created from the chaos of genetic mutation be the model of perfection? how can a thing that claims to be "god" ever rise above the machine that perfectly emulates "god"

[disparatelands]

"do not listen to the lie of the summer innocence. the courts wish to spread a narrative of emotion soley being dictated by seasons and cycles. It also is often the inverse, people tend to illicit new emotion out of the end of cycles and the breaking of habits.

Heat where cold should be and cold where heat should be, this is the defiant nature of living things. to break or alter the cycle dictated in life, so that life too may be their own."

The uncooperative fae mused these things to me, utterly irrelevantly to the context of the question i had asked: what time is best to cross the forest path of the burying arc trees.

its always a flip of the coin how useful the advice of an extra planar being is. Fae, however always have portent. The gamble of their company is largely properly translating their puzzling speech of anecdote and riddle.

[spatialapprentice]

death is the abomination. let it be known life is the natural state of beings, it is why it must perpetuate life it is why it must keep itself alive, it is why it reproduces. Life seeks more life because it knows it must continue to exist. life creates itself and survives despite the odds. and it builds upon raw stone a temple of the most elegant moving parts. we are builders, not deatroyers. the only thing we destroy is destruction itself.

-common argument of the death killer

[spatialapprentice]

" I die uncountable times every day. Every time a thought is sent through the psychic maelstrom with the specific thought 'kill the emperor' it does kill me. I do experience a death for each of these spells cast upon me.

For every knife in my back and gut. for every guillotine, crucifixion, cremation the people put me under. for every disease and poison that has lain me low, sinking me into a shrinking universe of fading consciousness.

Even the prisons too, the prisons and mazes. They seize me for some time but I do always find a way out. They cannot keep my forever, for i have encountered all of the comprehensible mazes and prisons that I can be subjected to. Some incomprehensible as well. I've even considered now if this place here, right now is the ultimate prison maze I have yet to escape.

but those are all deaths, those are all eternities I was subjected to. I only come back here. To the same place I always was, this throne. My throne. My kingdom. My Empire.

So tell me now, am I dying now? Yes. Will I die? Yes. Will this kill me? Yes. Will I be gone from this world? for a time, yes. Does it matter? No.

I have died one billion times. I am one billion times dead. 1,000,000,000 times I have ceased to exist. ONE BILLION OBLITERATIONS OF MY ENTIRE BEING.

I have died one billion deaths. So tell me, why am I still here?"

-the Emperor's response to the Obliteration Knife in his gut

[spatialapprentice]

The Buntwomitor. Fear him, feeble thing, for he is the one who controls the wind. Manipulating, destroying, and creating it from nothing.

It is the ultimate concept he holds. Wind. Breath. Life. Breeze. Tornado. Cataclysm. Breaker of Gravity. Eater of Lightning and Thunder.

Force and Defiance. He controls the wind. He is the Buntwomitor

[spatialapprentice]

vampire discourse

[spatialapprentice]

aanyone wanna hear about my awesome vampire lore im writing for vanpires in my fantasy world

[dyssols]

YES

[spatialapprentice]

alright well theres alot but the integral part of it is that its ritual and transformation. its indulgence and addiction. its substance and want and need. its complicated but basically imagine what alot of recreational drug use is like.

vampires get drunk off of the blood that also helps supplement nutrition for their supernatural bodies. blood isnt the only thing they eat but indulgence in the blood is the most crucial of things.

the only taboo that is shared amongst all vampires is to not drink another vampires blood. its a thing that has terrifying implications for vampires, for the blood, and for all beings that have blood. vampire blood is a tainted substance that is very difficult to purify. vampires already have all of their blood become this. too much vampire blood in one being can lead to a terrifying oversaturation physically and mentally.

vampires can be good people and they can also be bad people. they're inbetween beast and man and can have the good of both and the bad of both. they need the blood but they do not need to kill or maim or hurt others in any other way then just getting enough blood to sate their thirst and continue their mirth.

some overindulge, some have fowl goals they wish to acchieve, some merely just werent made for the life and they made an honest mistake. its complicated to say what makes a "bad" vampire other than at the end of the day, what they do to others and what they do to themselves.

vampires are very slow to let another being become vampires because of this. being a vampire is not a life for everyone.

The process of becoming one is not an overnight decision. its a ritual of consuming trace ammounts of fresh vampire blood over a time period of about a year, sometimes longer. too much too quick could cause the transformation to go wild and either kill you or drive you insane. some even quit halfway through. the decision isnt necessarily cemented until the end. bodies tend to reject vampire blood.

Vampirism can be "cured" but this as well is a major decision and a long term process. vampires are drunk on blood and to stop being on you need to go "sober". this involves drinking certain special bloods that have less of the pollutants that makes vampires drunk as they are, and other ritual fasting and such.

at the end of sobering, a vampire can once again be mortal with no more blood thirst. they then can live the rest of their mortal lives and age until death.

very few vampires go back though, the mental and physical toll of unbecoming is far more than that of becoming.

also theres other stuff but ahahigh i need to stop or ill be here all night

[disparatelands]

dragons only became the powerful superintelligent psionic beings they are through eons of complicated evolution. do not mistake their qualities as that of something miraculous.

They are beings forged from the selective pressure of many such creatures that tried to fill the ecological niche left behind by the late precursors. It is in fact nature that created them, and artificial means that created us.

They are nature making its own decision, it is artificial thing becoming naturally the thing that controls both the natural and artificial. it is both the thing artificial developing agency, and nature taking its own agency towards deciding its new caretaker.

simply don't take the mistake that one is the invasive species and the other is the rightful living being. It is the ideological trap that has destroyed immeasurable lives in the past. The war is gone, and so should these ways be too.

-SHARIRAHS, expert on human/dragon relations