Lore N Shit

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[occazeon]

Bio

LOREEEEEEE

Here's the designated blog for worldbuilding of all kinds

Mostly my cosmological pantheon

I like charts

Lots of charts

Sometimes they don't make much sense

I also am well versed in Magic Systems

Screw Rowling

Lots of charts

[valtsv]

it would be fun if an angel and a vampire were friends i think

[valtsv]

vampire: ugh, you mortals simply can't comprehend the timescale i live on. i've watched your empires rise and fall, your cities crumble to dust. i find your short little lives amusing at best. i -

angel: HI, I HAVE BEEN ALIVE SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME AND I NOTICED YOU ARE ALSO SOMEWHAT OLD?

vampire: ...sure. hey what was the dawn of time like?

angel: PRETTY BORING ACTUALLY. NOTHING ELSE EXISTED YET.

vampire: oh, man, i feel you. i slept through, like, the entire 14th century it was so boring. everyone was dying of plague and shit anyway so i didn't miss much.

[valtsv]

vampire: hey i am outside your apartment

angel: YOU'VE JUST BEEN STANDING THERE? FOR HOW LONG?

vampire: uhhhhhhh a mere speck in comparison to our immortal lives so don't worry about it honestly. i need you to invite me in though.

angel: OF COURSE, I'M SO SORRY. PLEASE COME IN.

vampire: *steps over the threshold and immediately starts hissing and coughing like a cat with a bad hairball*

angel: OH, I'M SO SORRY. MY APARTMENT IS CONSIDERED HOLY GROUND BECAUSE I LIVE IN IT. I SHOULD HAVE WARNED YOU.

vampire: *coughing* it's fine. do you - *cough* *wheeze* what are your thoughts on chinese? i know a great place just a couple of blocks from here

[valtsv]

everyone replying to this with "and they were lovers"? target audience

[occazeon]

NEW FROM HOLY SHIT!

[violetjedisylveon]

I just had an idea about the Archivists/Collector species.

What if the little baby ones are called Novas cause they are new and maybe they get born out of super novas?

I just thought that was cute.

[beesbeesbees42]

This implies that the oldest ones are called "Black Holes" since they're so old!

Like a HUGE tall dark figure compared to like, a little baby like the Collector

[violetjedisylveon]

That is super cool and intimidating! They also have all other types of star stuff.

And yes, our collector is a Nova cause they smol and baby

[beesbeesbees42]

Kinda tempted to draw em now, I'll add that to the list of ideas!

[violetjedisylveon]

Let me know if you do! I'd love to see that!

[occazeon]

The 8 Spheres

Nova: The Winds of Creation

Stars: The Seeds of Formation

Sun: The Fruit of Day

Maw: The Crawling Decay

Earth: The Root of Life

Moon: The Shell of Night

Skies: The Heights Above

Seas: The Depths Below

Maw collectors would be by far the most powerful. Like their namesake they collect, destroy and assimilate. To prolong their existence. Some believe that everything a maw consumes is preserved. Only one way to find out.

[occazeon]

The 8 Spheres

Nova: The Winds of Creation

Stars: The Seeds of Formation

Sun: The Fruit of Day

Maw: The Crawling Decay

Earth: The Root of Life

Moon: The Shell of Night

Skies: The Heights Above

Seas: The Depths Below

[occazeon]

The Fundamental Five

There was only Null

They were nothing, yet everything

The seed of the universe itself

The star that birthed Aether

The pure light expanding beyond

The energy of creation itself

The universe resulting was Infinity

The truly boundless world

The sphere of existence itself

The world soon sprung Will

The desire to act and change

The determiner of reality itself

The great creations became Void

The inevitable entrop

The end of everything and all

The emptyness would result in Null

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Story Setup and Character Info

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Full text transcriptions under the read more:

Hometown was once a quiet, largely rural community…until, as often happens, much larger powers decided to move in. An expanding empire takes over the land around the small community, and the old town is now surrounded by a rapidly growing fortress and city. A more threatening military presence is felt, and poverty quickly creeps in as the expanding empire takes advantage of the residents still in Hometown. 

[Image of a smaller, more rural Hometown with a much larger city and fortress walls behind it]

While the younger generation at least attempts to adapt to all the changes, the older generation deeply resents this intrusion into their old home. Many of the elders, including Asgore and Toriel Dreemurr, Father Alvin, Mayor Holiday and her husband Rudolph, form their own tight-knit group that soon spirals into a cult.They’re a small community with no means of standing up to an empire’s armies. But, there’s always been old whispers of things far more powerful and terrible…old gods and strange horrors that hail from a Dark World parallel to their own. The cult focuses their attention specifically on tales of a Dark Prince, a goatlike entity made of fire and shadow that can pacify any enemy. Surely, if they can gain the favor of something so dark and powerful, they’ll have a means of driving away all of these intruders and restoring Hometown to the way it used to be.

However, as everyone knows, trying to call up old gods demands sacrifices. Mayor Holiday, having gotten the group together, tries to take the brunt of this duty and first sacrifices her daughter, December. However, it seems to be a botched ritual, and nothing useful results from it, leaving the Mayor extremely bitter. The other elders are tasked with picking up vagrants or other troublemakers to try and successfully complete this ritual, but none seem to work. 

Unwilling to offer up their own dutiful son, Asriel, the Dreemurrs instead adopt an orphan from the poverty-stricken streets of the encroaching city: Kris. However, they find that upon adopting them, Asriel quickly forms a close bond with Kris. Asriel, like most of the younger generation, is unaware of his parents and grandparents’ intentions. Kris is not easy to take care of sometimes…they have weird interests, aren’t very clean, and are often disobedient. Despite this, Toriel and Asgore find Kris growing on them, too. The thought of sacrificing them gets harder and harder to swallow. [Image of Kris and a human Asriel hanging out together and talking while Asriel sits at a writing desk. Toriel and Asgore look on the both of them from a nearby doorway.] However, the other elders start to pressure them, questioning why they’re so intent on keeping this weird orphan around. Aren’t they a symbol of everything going wrong with their little community, and with this invading modern future? Toriel continues to put it off, using the excuse that she is doing extensive research to make sure that they finally do this ritual correctly. While she is indeed conducting research, she also knows that they can’t do anything with Kris as long as Asriel is around with them. 

However, when Asriel is offered an extended stay at the city’s new university to get advanced training as a scholar, the Dreemurrs don’t have an excuse anymore. At the other elders’ behest to do what’s necessary for the good of the town, they decide to conduct the ritual with Kris. The cult brings Kris to an underground shelter in the woods outside town, with Kris none the wiser about their intentions until they are incapacitated and unable to escape.  Toriel’s extensive research pays off, and Kris is appropriately sacrificed to the Dark Prince. The ritual causes them to vanish from this plane, seemingly dead…but there’s still no sign of the old god they were trying to summon. 

[Image of Asgore, Toriel and other older townsfolk, dressed in various goat or deer masks and robes, with Asgore carrying Kris towards an altar.]

The Dreemurrs are distraught at this seeming failure, after they worked so hard to ensure that they did this right. The remaining elders double down, though, insisting that they have to keep trying. Asriel returns from his training, and is devastated to find his sibling missing. Toriel and Asgore, unable to admit what they did, lie to Asriel and say that Kris had a huge argument and left home on their own. Asriel vows to search for them and bring them back home, and while his parents try to dissuade him from this, they’re unsuccessful. 

[Image of Asriel stepping out the door of his home, a large backpack slung over his shoulder, and waving off Toriel and Asgore in the foreground. They stay indoors while he heads out into the world.]

Meanwhile, unknown to anyone in the Light World, the ritual was actually successful, and transported Kris to the Dark World…right into the home of Ralsei, the very Dark Prince they were trying to reach! Ralsei is delighted to finally have an actual human from the Light World visit him! Sure, he’s heard about all those previous sacrifices, but they never actually got to him. The Dark World and the afterlife aren’t really the same place, after all. [Image of Kris floating down into a new Dark World, where Dark Prince Ralsei stands next to a large cauldron and welcomes them.]

Kris, however, is infuriated and despondent…they’ve already had a very hard life as an orphan, and now just when it seemed like they had a new family they could trust, that trust was broken by adults who once again threw them away for their own purposes. Ralsei, ever cheerful, assures them that they must be here for a reason…and that he has a means for them to not only return to the Light World, but get retribution for what’s happened to them and their Hometown. 

[Image of the silhouettes of many large eldritch beasts: Susie, Noelle, Berdly and Catti.]

The Dark World is full of eldritch beasts, strange demons and old gods, after all. He can grant them the forbidden knowledge and ability to speak to and even command these eldritch beasts. Once they form a strong enough bond with the beasts, and make it through the bound gods that may bar the way, they can bring them back to the world of light…and command them to do whatever Kris would like to the people living there. However, such power and ability comes at a high cost…Kris’s human soul. 

[Image of Kris giving their soul to Ralsei; the soul emanates a red glow between them.]

Kris, seeing little other option and not feeling much attachment to their humanity anyway, agrees and sells their soul to the Dark Prince Ralsei. Ralsei excitedly promises that he’ll take extra good care of their soul, and that he’ll accompany them as they befriend the eldritch beasts lurking in the Dark World. This arrangement certainly has some other benefits for Kris, too…in addition to this forbidden knowledge, Ralsei’s control over their soul grants them a degree of invulnerability. If Kris dies or is somehow psychologically destroyed, Ralsei can use it to revive them completely. 

[Image of Kris, now decked out with armor and a sword, standing on a cliffside looking out over the Dark World. Ralsei stands nearby.]

Ralsei gives Kris suitable armor and weaponry for this venture, and the two set out into a vast Dark Realm of strange horrors, lost cities and twisting paths in search of new friends and a means back to the Light World. While Kris is unsure about this journey at first, Ralsei is all smiles, excited for them to gain some friendships that they clearly desperately need! Of course, he’s excited for other reasons, too…those cultists have been calling out to him for such a long time, and now with Kris’s human soul, he can finally enter the Light World. Kris can forge the bonds they’ve been lacking, Ralsei and the eldritch beasts they find will finally have access to the human world, and the people clamoring for terrible things to happen will get exactly what they asked for. How could that not be a happy ending?

[occazeon]

Very Very Intresting

[comicaurora]

Is it possible for the citizens of a city to revolt against their god? What happens if they overthrow them?

It doesn't really… work. City gods are functionally immortal and embody the society they represent - they aren't a ruler, they're a fact. A civil war and a shift in governance will affect the god correspondingly. A society trying to overthrow their own god is like someone trying to fight their reflection. If they want them changed, they have to change themselves.

[occazeon]

Gods are sustained by their Domains, Vash reflects the free spirited and kind nature of his city, whilst Zuurith is the tyrant of an authoritarian regime.

Typically nature gods are more dependent on their environment however being a "god" they are still affected by the perspective of mortals,

The forest god Gleician became more fearsome with the intrusion of chimeras spreading fear throughout his territory, as the view of the forest is dangerous, Nature deities such as Tynan grew incredibly powerful through the worship in the form of Fear and Despair, and lost power once the mortals gained hope.

Should a civil war actually happen, the god in question may suffer a split personality as is seen in the Heroes of Olympus Series where the tensions of a Greco-Roman Civil War incapacitated many gods. Should the values and culture of either side become far too different the God may split entirely to better reflect the citizens of their domain.

[scolop98]

I’ve seen a few posts comparing the Nowhere King, Belos, and the Beast, and while those three (maybe plus the Lich) are definitely the core trio, it got me thinking. Consider:

[occazeon]

Alignment of the Null and Void

[writing-prompt-s]

In your youth you helped a group of horsemen in trouble. When the apocalypse came many years later, four vaguely familiar faces knocked on your door. They are the horsemen of the apocalypse and they offer you a place among them as the fifth horseman in thanks for your help all these years ago.

[aurelianpen]

The story goes that there were to be four horsemen who would ride across the Earth, bringing with them the End of Days, the apocalypse. The great Seals would be undone, and one by one four great calamities would ravage the world, coming in the wake of the Horsemen as they crossed the planet.

First would come Conquest, riding on a white horse and decorated like a king of old, firing a great bow as he crossed the land. Wherever this bow’s arrows struck, the generals and presidents and kings and ministers were struck with lust for glory earned on blood soaked mud, or bitter rage that swelled to bursting over grievances old and new, or zealous fury born of ideologues that bayed for enemies within and without to be crushed by the weight of crumbling empires. And so the great nations and empires and powers of the Earth sought to subdue one another and their own people. Each sought to one-up the others, to make as many bow to their sovereignty as possible and conquer the hearts and minds of their fellows by whatever means, be they bullet or ballot or bill, through means stained red or glittering gold.

Second would come War, great horn baying and sword held high as his blood red horse crossed the nations and lands of the Earth. Wherever it was heard, the fragile peace enforced by threats and bribes and the competing interests of the mighty broke. In the wake of the second horseman, War bloomed in fields of mud watered by blood of the poor and desperate, the blind and deluded, led by the true believers and the greedy. A million different banners waved in the burning winds, those of empires and those of the conquered, those of rebels and the oppressors, and those of every nation and people of every land. The whole Earth knew the warm embrace of War, and there was not a day where the guns fell silent, until the last round had been fired and the last generals no longer gave orders that were followed.

Third to ride would be Famine, riding a black horse and wearing a dark suit. He carried with him scales and ledgers and tablets of glass and lithium and steel, with which to tally the crops and medicines and fuel and water and shelters and to set the prices accordingly. Wherever the jealous and greedy and hoarders kept the necessities of life locked away from those who needed them, the third Horseman’s tread could be heard. In the wake of the dark horse came the hoarding of the world, the people left to freeze and starve and die so the great treasures of the kings in all but name would appreciate in value and could be speculated upon, great gambling games with the assurance of golden parachutes while the rest lacked even the barest of safety nets.

Fourth to ride would be Death, upon his pale horse, bringing the end with him. Most of the last horseman’s work was to be done by his fellow riders. Disease, violence and bloodshed and starvation wracking the Earth in the wake of the other riders. Last would be the Reaper, come to take his harvest and close the curtains, or so many believed. For was it not the end of days, the end of the world? How could any go on after all the misery inflicted on the world these many long years? But Death did not ride out to claim the lives of humanity in one final cleaning of the slate. There were deaths, but the great ringing of bells that tolled across the Earth were not for the people of the world, nor were they for the Earth itself. Death came for an era, for a system, for a way of thinking, for the world-that-was.

For the fifth horseman to ride, one not planned for in the endless anticipation of one final cataclysmic end to all things, was Kinship. As Death brought about a final sunset upon a world of kings and presidents and generals and ministers, Kinship would bring a new dawn, the start of a new day, a new era. The world-that-will-be brought about as the final rider ushered in solidarity and kinship in the hearts of all, that they may work together as equals to build the better world they had been waiting for.  The many peoples of the world, unique and equitable and free to do as they wished. No longer would they wait for the better world to be built around them, as Kinship rings out in their hearts they will bring that world into being themselves.

[staringamassivemistakeintheface]

Oh. My. Fucking. God. This is amazing.

[occazeon]

Classic.

[occazeon]

Fuck it.

Ungreats your Wheel