At first I thought the Dawnfall Covenant was similar to the Fourfold Guard. But no, the Fourfold guard died together protecting a city from corruption.
The Dawnfold Covenant did not die together.
The Star Mage died like the Fourfold Covenant, burning herself into a supernova to save her friends and world from corruption.
Then the three had to live on without her. And it seems like they broke apart without their fourth member.
The Blessings Mage was captured by the royal guards and used, tortured for her blessing magic
The Sun Mage met the crowned Darkness on the battlefield and vanquished him, herself joining the Sunrise with this final effort
And the Iron mage continued to grow cold
At least the Fourfold Guard had the blessing of dying together as heroās, not living as villains
I transcripted everything from each of their individual books, which tell the story of their predecessors, the Dawnfall Covenant, which you can read below!
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TFSMP BELOW CUT.
IRON SOUL (Legundo)
At the academy of old, before the end of the war, learned the warning before letters: iron drinks magic.
A nail in a pocket made spells stumble. A horseshoe above a door turned blessings slow and thin. That was why the royal guards wore a special iron alloy beaten with salt and ash. In small amounts, it dulled hostile mana enough to protect the throne.
But the Royal Wing's Mill in the volcano was forbidden. Its iron wheel spun every night, and moving iron did not slow mana. It destroyed it. Protecting the Dragon Gravesā¦
Lysa learned this when her brother vanished near the volcano. She found his crystal, grey and empty.
Then came the one, smiling, palms shining like polished steel. "I can help," she said, and the wheel rose at his command. Across the valley, charms shattered and healing lights died.
Lysa stepped back.
A guard's iron could protect. Iron in a soul could end the world.
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IRON BELLS (Graecie)
The Mage of Endless Blessings was beloved by the kingdom.
No wound stayed open beneath her hands. No crop failed after her prayers. No child died while her silver light still burned. People called her mercy made flesh.
Then the iron bells rang.
The royal guards came in, not to protect her, but to contain her. Someone had learned the truth: blessings were still mana, and mana hated being trapped.
When the first iron spear pierced the circle around him, his magic panicked.
Iron drinks.
Every blessing she had ever given returned at once.
Her bones healed faster than they broke. Her blood sealed before it could spill. Her lungs filled with light, repaired, burned, repaired again. Age fled her, then rushed back, then fled again.
A thousand saved fevers, wounds, curses, and prayers clawed through his body, each trying to "fix" her.
She could not die.
Not until his own blessings finally ran out.
Then all at once
The last sound she heard
Was a bell.
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LAST SUNRISE (Sausage)
The Burning Mage of the Sun stood above the capital when the last great war reached its gates.
Her name was Serapha, though soldiers called her Dawn. Fire poured from her hands in ribbons of gold, and her hair blazed like morning over the battlements.
Where the dark armies crawled from the valley, she answered with light. Shadows screamed beneath her flames. Cursed beasts turned to ash. For seven days, no night touched the city.
Children slept because she burned.
On the eighth day, the Dark itself came, wearing a crown of smoke and hollow stars. Serapha met it alone beyond the broken walls. Her fire rose higher than towers, brighter than noon, but the darkness swallowed piece after piece of her light.
At dawn, the capital still stood.
In the field beyond it, only glass remained, warm beneath the rising sun. Serapha was gone, but every sunrise remembered her.
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THE LAST STAR (ZAM)
The Star Mage was quiet beside the others of the Dawnfall Covenant.
The Sun Mage burned like morning. The Blessing Mage carried life in trembling hands. The Iron Mage stood apart, feared for the power that could slow mana, break mana, end mana.
But when the Dark returned, it reached for them all.
Above the shattered battlefield, the Star Mage lifted both hands. Constellations bent from the heavens. Silver fire fell in rivers, forming a wall between the Dark and the Covenant.
The shadow struck once.
A star cracked in the Star Mage's chest.
It struck again.
Their body began to burn.
"Live," the Star Mage whispered.
Then they gave the sky everything.
Skin became light. Blood became stardust. Their final spell exploded outward, burning the Dark back and forcing one last breath into Sun, Blessing, and Iron.
She brings diamonds and gifts with her everywhere in case she sees someone in need of one (or bribery) (this one may be canon)
Anytime she sees the sky, she searches for home (canon: she doesn't know how to identify Mars against the stars)
She tugs on her antennae when she's stressed or self-conscious
She mentioned once or twice that she's not able to smell. Therefore, she has no nose (which makes sense cause antennae perform a similar function)
She tells Twilite Sparkul bedtime stories that she was told back on Mars
She is a chemoautotroph (she eats/oxidizes chemicals for energy instead of getting energy from the sun) (she eats rocks)
Her eyes are hidden behind her hair (her minecraft skin's hair hides her eyes)
Her species reproduces differently, therefore she doesn't know how babies are made
She sees all species of earthlings as equal and pretty much the same. The only difference is that she knows how to communicate with some and not others (I can imagine her saying: "Why do you eat other species? Thoes are like your siblings!")
She's really good at sneaking around and being quiet because her parents were trying to train her to be a bounty hunter
Her parents are world renound bounty hunters
Her species' version of a kiss is touching their antennae together (when she saw a French kiss for the first time, she was absolutely disgusted)
She has four fingers
She pets tf!Martyn whenever she sees him
She loves bugs
If she learns that plants and not just animals are alive, she'll feel bad for even stepping on grass
Her hair isn't individual strands, but a collective mass that looks like human hair
i rly need to write a short thing about mae finding scott at the edge of the top of the mage tower, or the highest wall of the castle, or the cliff that overlooks blue kingdom and being in a panic because she realizes how close she has been to losing her dearest friend once again, maybe not only this time but many others, and reflecting on every single time she has come across scott on a place higher up looking a little lost, a little too ready to say goodbye, before smiling at her and acting like nothing was happening
I headcanon that bf!Scott has super tangled up hair and he has given up on trying to take care of it properly. It would be a waste of to try to untangle it, because it will just retangle everyday because he spends alot of time in the forest where his hair gets stuck to alot of things.
I prefer to remove the minecraft mechanics and streaming elements from POW series' to make them more impactful. For Bannerfall thus far, here's some that I'm leaning towards:
- The Red and Blue Kingdoms that we see are the capitals of actual realistic sized kingdoms (though Red is quite tiny, since they're rebels trying to annex land from Blue). The front of the war is at the capital cities.
- The populations of the capitals are small for capital cities, but still in the hundreds, at least. There are other soldiers, farmers, builders, even non-combative citizens. They're all working and fighting too. The main cast are higher ranking (knights) or skilled individuals (mages/rogues) that thus interact with the crown and each other often.
- The timeframe of the series is more comparable to the days that pass in game, not irl. This translates into the monarchs ruling for months instead of weeks. Possibly even an entire season each (winter monarch, spring monarch, etc.). Or, if the royal politics want to be dived into, an entire year each.
- The divine right of monarchs is real and Gods choose the monarch, but the citizens do not enter their name into a literal drawing. The Gods just assess spirits and internal intents/feelings/readiness (though the mortals don't really know how They choose). There is personal choice in becoming monarch, but less of a literal "the monarch ran unopposed in a lottery and won." A proper ceremony is likely used to determine the new monarch.
I will likely think of more later, but that is my worldbuilding vibe^^
non-aromantics getting access to the phrase āaros can date too!ā is so tragic. because now they just repeat that to every aromantic (regardless of where they fall on the spectrum) to āreassureā us that weāre not ābrokenā, or to justify making unwanted romantic advances.
non-aros really struggle with the idea that there are some people who just. Donāt Want To Engage With Romance Ever. and that, with enough time and patience, they can somehow make us āreturnā to being alloromantic (despite, for a lot of us, there is nothing to āreturnā to; they just assume that romance is an innate part of living), or ācorrectā us in one way or another.
Why does he just keep interrupting my beautiful flowersmith yaoi. What do you mean this is like the 4th time already?! Bro can't keep getting away with this!!
Watch Bannerfall SMP today! It teaches you so many great things like; āhow to be gayā āthe teachings of a knightā ā10 good ways to gamble away your life savingsā and much more!
