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THE SHAYATIN,  or the   “ GREAT BEASTS ”

Born as a result of the Goddesses’ meddlings, their mana breathed life into numerable creatures housed under the traditional name of shayatin. They are colloquially termed as the Great Beasts, though each have their respective name and titles. By the legends, these powerful entities are not slumbering, but sealed away by the Goddesses for their insolence, after challenging their right over the Flatlands. There are some who hunt for the runes that have sealed them away in hopes of taming their power to call theirs, while other only hope to never witness their wrath--the ancient bible that speaks in detail of them is called the Shayasil. 

> ENTRY: THE WATERWYRM, CETO

“ From the tears of the Tormented One, Sion, Ceto’s scales were dropped one by one unto the ocean from which she rose from turbulent waters. Her fins are decorated with the sails of sunken ships and her mouth is lined with their crushed hulls. Before her sealing, it is said that one must watch the water’s color, for a dark patch beneath your boat could be the hungry mouth of Ceto rising to tuck you into a watery grave. ” 

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i need to get my shit together!!!!

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(   dovecall‌   /    LULA    )

   attaining a maw of a beast, devour into something sweet as itself. saccharine juice ‘pon tongue, as her jaw clicks back in. “dungie, only if you have more.” beaming, teeth now riddled with orange strands, budding with elation. “i’ll give you the seeds once they come out the other end, you can grow some more with that!”

    ❝  of course.  we offer you  no more life than sustenance!  your happiness is my own, ❞   it observes gooey remains that cling to sharp enamel, sliding to its ground with a sick splatter, but it pays no mind.  from the tree, it plucks another fruit, EAGER to feed its own--but it will reach out, silk robes aflutter, to wipe at the guts of sugar that dot the beast’s cheeks. 

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(  vanzator‌   /    MOMMY ?   )

business was always booming this time of year. while winter was another perfectly good example, there was something about summer and its sometimes scorching heat that made others less likely to question her oddity and instead eagerly jump on doing business when perishables weren’t ruined from traveling under the sun. with stock sold out within a matter of only two weeks, fumiko went through the journey back. back to where? well of course her home. the only home she’s ever truly known. which might sound insane if said to others, because comparably to a tavern or anywhere else to board: it was overflowing with monsters. but fumiko didn’t mind that. really, most species or individual monsters of certain species, were far more humane than actual humans.

having made way through the standard entree floor that others bustled about, either leaving or exiting, fumi slipped away into the shadows that eventually led her away from the common shortsighted adventures. quickly sighing in relief at the cooler temperatures accompanied with vacant passageways and dark corners. speaking of, the further she went the more her intuition crept up to pinpoint the moment when she would need to bring out a lantern for light. even if she felt along the cool bricks in the pitch darkness, there was no guarantee there wasn’t a stray slime or something in the darkness to trip over. so, having said that, as she plodded along and reached one hand to pull down her hood, while the other preoccupied itself with opening the bag beneath her cloak, the girl was far too gone in both thoughts where she went over a list of things needed, and busied physically. that she was a bit, just a smidge, a tad caught off guard at a certain exclamation. not that such was terribly obvious. fumiko froze in her tracks, hues almost icy in their gaze towards the sudden company, but all that quickly melted away after realizing who (or more accurately: what) was before her. “…baby?” it was a reflexive response more than anything. since, if one hears the word ‘mommy’ yelled, then its usually followed up with ‘baby’.

pulling out the lantern still alit from her past use, and shining it towards the taller one before she continued moving. “have you been well? i hope you didn’t miss me too terribly.” unable to hide the smirk accompanied by saying the latter. “would you like to join me?” pulling out her handy dandy journal while speaking. already flipping through one-handedly to find the list she’d jotted.

     IT RECOGNIZES HER IN A MOMENT--red hair or unrevealed; her mana  is as distinctive as a certain that hovers about its lips. though, it cannot comprehend the exact meaning or tonality of her promptly surprised reply. the astonishment--that is palpable and it understands that perhaps it had come out of nowhere, a jumpscare, if you will. 

     it needs no light to see, but it tilts its head in a puppy-like manner, lips parted as long strands or purple cascade about their lithe figure. 

    ❝ no, we have missed you terribly!  ... most certainly, we will join you, ❞  the subtle curve of pink lips grows wider as it shuffles its way closer to her, swaying from side - to - side in playful manner as it leans to see the well - loved journal  clutched within grasp.   ❝  h u n t i n g ?  ❞

     it wishes to help :  no more, no less.   

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ilma and the dungeon are 6′2″

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true first name: ur’thothlau aerualep-iveth 

but only ilma knows his full name uwu

ilma calls him lau 

he’s a demon that was cornered and captured by human heroes and about to be killed when ilma stepped in and basically saved his life early in her heroic career

and as such, he devoted his life to the rest of hers and beyond

unlike most demons, he wields a self-crafted blade because he has forbidden himself from using the mode of cursed magic that would bring about his demon roots to the surface, going against the very nature of his soul

they were basically never seen apart after that

soulmate partners, is what i’m saying, even if it isn’t romantic in any way ... but c’mon.

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     how many moons has it been since this one’s departure?  time is not its strong suit, and so many new adventurers have come and go  (  not that it ever forgets the fresh faces of starry - eyed heroes  ).  it has learned the taste of longing and its familiarity, though now, it knows relief, too!  

     a familiar cloak, the peeking of crimson hair from beneath plush material sends its walls rumbling, the happy purring of a dear visage coming to view. so, of course, it must present itself!  when she rounds a corner as fluidly as she knows the backs of her gloves, it appears, beads and robes fluttering with the soft scattering noise that usually accompanies ilma’s arrival.

      ❝ mommy!   ❞   it knows not the meaning of such a phrase--only knows an utterance of joy, as it has seen in adventurers of past.   /   .* · +  @vanzator.

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some locations in the cave of tears (floors 1-8) that are pertinent to dungeon guides:

there is a really large lake on floor 2 that must be traversed via boat. it’s very still and beautiful, and technically you can swim through it since only a few freshwater fish live in there, but it’s just really long. it’s very cave-like on floor 2, so there are plenty of stalactites and stalagmites rising from the ground, but it’s also crystal-encrusted. some people bring mining boats to scrape up against the surface of the cave to get some of the purple quartz and amethysts. there’s also trace minaral deposits of a rare type of mana-rich stone called milsuth that is used in higher-level weapon crafting. it’s much rarer on the top floors and becomes a common mineral lower down. 

various tower structures actually lead from floors 2-8, and most are spiral staircases. where they end are completely random though. sometimes they will only span one floor, while others go all the way down to the 8th

there’s a tiny forest chamber on the 4th floor that houses echo grass, healing herbs, yarrow, and angel root, a plant native to the dungeon that induces a mild sense of euphoria (a hallucinogen to certain species)

a small grove on the 4th floor that grows berries that are the main source of food for the fairies on the lower floor. some poachers have been known to try and catch fairies here, but they all mysteriously disappear...

on the 8th floor, there’s a huge cavern, encrusted in gold that’s said to be the lair of a now-passed dragon. this is a main attraction for tourists and dungeon guides known shortcuts to this cave, while others take a longer, more scenic and dramatic route to this area. some tourists can even chip off a piece of the gold, or try and engrave their names into the cave, but these often disappear, leaving the structure spotless and as pristine as it always was

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ART CREDIT:  ghost  /   @vanzator

i’ve never seen a more accurate depiction of the dungeon, or anything more beautiful than this stinky lil babie dungeon...

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ways to get the dungeon outside:

a more permanent way of granting the dungeon’s dream is to basically destroy all of whatever is inside the dungeon, including rare fauna/flora, all the displaced species needing to leave, everything must be demolished before it can melt itself into a single chamber to the surface, aka the heart chamber, and then physically manifest all of its overwhelming mana into a body. incredibly destructive, but it’s a permanent solution nevertheless

the temporary, less debilitating way: someone making it into the heart chamber and siphoning a bit of babie dungeon’s mana and bringing it to the surface, thus allowing it to manifest itself outside the dungeon. you probably can’t bring too much, since dungeon mana is very distinctive (more on that later), but it would basically allow babie to manifest into a smaller version of itself ... and then travel along with whoever brought it aboveground!!

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my hand slipped

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    alright, brown-eyed folk that i’m about to interact with. brown eyes are the rarest of eye colors. red hair and brown eyes are probably the least seen combination, but brown eyes and white hair is probably unheard of. 

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      ❝  ... do you still hunger,  o’  young one?  ❞   it wrings its hands, watching the remnants of its lovely papaya drip in orange - tinged juice from the now - closed jaw of the snake horse.       /    .* · +  @dovecall.   

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STARTER CALL.  this is not a like-and-instant-gratification-via-starter sort of post. if you do drop a heart, i’ll swing by your IMs so we can plot something out, since this is not a traditional character by any means. a dungeon is a dungeon, after all…

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it is just so beautiful and enthralling and i can’t wait to see other ppl’s muse’s reactions to seeing a dead legend walking and offering them like a fucking papaya or some fruit

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today on dungeon thinks that everything inside of it is its own, distinguishing possessiveness from jealousy as it proceeds to swoop up every recurring adventurer into its arms and coddles them to death

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8 overarching main classes that have councils to police their use of weaponry and mana:        - each subclass has a respective guild, but they answer to their class’ council

knights - subclasses may include paladins, protectors, or bastions

warriors - subclasses could be monks, mercenaries, imperials, swordsmen, etc.

healers - subclasses include battle medics, herbalists, and clerics

bards - could be and not limited to sovereigns, troubadours, and other specializations of bards

mages - cmon okay theres like druids, sorcerers, witches, warlocks, mystics, runemasters, etc.

rogues - thieves, assassins, shadowstealers, etc.

summoners - dark hunters, druids could also fall into here, tamers, some mystics, this is kind of a catch-all council that deals with people who draw mana from pacts and bring something else to fight for them, kinda thing