#iolaea

[sundavr]

Oh GOD

The Nostalgia is real

Almost 3 years to the day and here I am back on my bullshit

Its bigger this time around, but the hobbit hole lives

[thelandofiolaea]

Happy birthday Iolaea

[transboystrider]

an apology, and a word.

my name is tylah. I’m still young, and about a year ago I made a lot of mistakes. those mistakes caused a lot of grief, but I’m not the only kid who’s ever made mistakes. we all made a lot of mistakes.

if you don’t know the story, let me tell it.

I was fourteen and I was absolutely in love with Mianite. it was my whole life, and I shared it was a group of friends. now these people had been my second group of internet friends, and I was fucking ecstatic. I’d never had so many friends, or felt like I had belonged like this. @nadeshotlives was there with me.

originally, it was a group project, we had no idea what we were doing, or even how to make or fund it. but we called our little project iolaea. we released it to the public, to gauge interest, and it exploded. within the week we’d gotten over a hundred applications, and they were still coming in.

I had dug up the funds to pay for our little server, and work begun. within the first week, id had been pushed so far outside my comfort zone it wasn’t funny. I’d been contacting Minecraft builders, contacting artists, organising the story. spreading myself so thin that all my Mianite friends were worried for me. but I pushed through. I wanted to belong to something great! something I could be proud of!

I went through the applications myself, and chosen the builders by hand. it was hard, and I had cried a lot, but it gotten it done! my friends were proud! once again, I sent out the correspondence, and set up the skype group.

the first story time was hard. but the bts team pushed through! we were so proud. but it only went downhill from there. within the next two months, people were quitting and screaming at me. I was being threatened. fucking death threats from people I had trusted.

I spread myself thinner, tried to please everyone. but it didn’t work. things only got worse. but I won’t go into that. during those months, I made mistakes. I hurt people, and people hurt me.

I ended up cancelling iolaea all together. it broke my heart.

during the time that followed, I let my pride stop me from reaching out to my new friends, my pale buddy, and even my qpp, for the help I desperately needed.  things only fell apart further from there. I pushed people away, I said hurtful things.

I want to tell you I’m sorry. you’ll know who you are I want to tell you how much it fucking hurts me to look back and see just how much I hurt you guys and myself. I want you to know that if I could go back and change the things I said, I would.

I don’t expect your forgiveness, hell I don’t expect you to say anything to me, or even apologise this. I just want you to know I’m sorry.

and although iolaea took so many things from me, it also gave me a lot. it gave me fond memories of staying up way too late and playing cah. it gave me zanna, and all of her friends. you guys helped me open my eyes to who I really am, and who I could be if I tried hard enough.

so thank you.

[thelandofiolaea]

Formal Notice;

From this point on, Iolaea will not be continuing. There are several reasons for this development, and at this point of time, will not be disclosed. All equiries about this may be dircted to my person blog.

- Tylah

[theasskickingiowan]

Where Has Wizard Gemja Been?

So in Iolaea during the crises with all of the other Wizards it's never really explained what Gemja is doing. Basically she is just watching all this happen, here is an entry from her Journal to explain her thoughts:

An Entry from the Journal of Gemja-

"I have gone back to my old ways of observing. My family is falling apart, I've already lost one family, I can't lose another. I don't know what to do, I just don't know! I can't take it! It's driving me insane just having to sit here and watch everything crumble around me! Masen is like a mother to me, I couldn't bear to ever lose her. I miss Salix, I miss Aleks, I miss Masen, I miss the way it used to be! Their bodies may be here but the Wizards I used to know certainly aren't. I wish we could just go back to the good old days. Everyone forgets how young I am, I never got a normal childhood, it has always been observe and survive. Until I met the Wizards, they welcomed me, taught me their ways and basically raised me. I still had to mature very quickly and even with the war I felt safe, knowing I had found where I belonged. They are my family and I love them all so much. I feel so helpless, I want to help them so badly but I don't know how! It's slowly breaking me apart...."

[masen-25]

Masen’s Backstory - Part 3

About 300 years had passed by and Masen was feeling quite content with her new Wizard life. She had helped to build large cities in the names of the Gods as well as small builds for the residents of the land she had learnt to be called Iolaea. Many people, far and wide, had come to her, asking her to build something for them for a reasonable price. The Gods of this land were… Interesting beings. Masen got along with them okay, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more than she was seeing.

 However, she ignored this feeling and carried on with her job as wizard of the land. Her latest build was a huge library that had been commissioned to her through a letter, by some Witch by the name of Ziph. Masen was slightly confused at first, as she had never gotten a commission by letter before. Usually the requester visited her at her newly built towers and gave her a description of what needed to be built, and she would give them a price. She ignored the letter for a couple of days until she had a parcel arrive on her door step containing 32 blocks of diamond and another letter saying this was the payment for the library. Masen’s eyes widened when she saw the blocks but with no return address to reply to, she put the blocks into her vault and set off to build this grand library at the coordinates she had been given.

 It took her about a week but soon Masen had completed the library. She left a note for this “Ziph” saying if anything else was needed to contact her. Masen then slowly made her way back to her towers, pondering who Ziph was and why they needed such a grand library. But as quickly as the thought entered her head, it flew right back out. Masen chuckled to herself and shook her head. It’s none of my business, so I should just leave it as is. She thought.

 It was night time by the time Masen arrived at the huge tree outside her residence. The tree of Life, as it was called, stood proudly with the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind. However, Masen noticed another sound. The sound of a young girl crying. Masen frowned and carefully made her way over to the tree, only to find, not a young girl, but a young woman curled up at the base of the tree, sobbing her eyes out. Masen’s heart strings pulled at the sight of the young woman and slowly made her way over to her and crouched down to face her.

 “Hello my dear, whatever is the matter?” She said in a soft voice. The young woman froze and looked up at Masen. Her lilac eyes met Masen’s green one, the other covered by her hair, and whimpered slightly before responding.

 “M-m-my parents… Th-th-their d-d-” Tears filled her eyes once more. Masen couldn’t help herself and gave the poor woman a hug.

 “Don’t worry my dear, everything will be fine.” She murmured, rocking the girl back and forth slightly. “Now, why don’t you come back to my towers for the night? I don’t want you to stay out here and get attacked by mobs now.” The two woman looked up to see some of the said mobs heading in their direction. Masen stood up and held out a hand for the young woman to take. She did and stood up, brushing the dirt off of her dress.

 “Thank you…” The young woman murmured, her vibrant red hair falling over one of her eyes. Masen smiled and lead the young woman to her tower.

 When they got inside, Masen lead the woman up to her private chambers. It took longer than Masen usually took as she normally flew to the top but as she had a guest, she stuck to walking. She temporarily removed the barrier from the stairs that lead to her quarters causing the young woman to gasp at her magic. Masen smiled and beckoned for the woman to head up. The woman quickly made her way up the stairs as Masen replaced the barrier behind her and followed suit.

 When Masen arrived at the top of the stair case she smiled as she saw the young woman looking around in wonder at her room. Masen went over to the kitchen area where she had some food supplies stored in case she ever decided to invite someone up here. Until now she had not.

 “Right my dear, I have got some food and drink for you if you would like.” Masen gave the woman some cookies and a glass of milk. The woman smiled and sat down at the table before starting to quietly much away on the cookies and taking sips of milk. The two females sat in silence for a while before Masen spoke up. “Oh my, I never even asked your name…” She smiled gently at the young woman, who swallowed down the last bite of cookie.

 “Oh yes, well, my name is Keira, Keira Scordato.” The young woman smiled. “Thank you for this by the way, I-I’ll be out of your way tomorrow…” She said looking down at her hands.

 “Oh no, you can stay here as long as you like my dear.” Masen said as she stood up. “I take it you are not from around here?” She asked as she went over to take Keira’s empty plate and glass. Keira chuckled slightly.

 “No, definitely not. I’m from…” Keira stopped for a moment before continuing. “I’m from a large city, very far from here, but my parents… They didn’t like it. It was too controlled.” Masen nodded her head silently as she took the items to the sink. She had a pretty good idea on where Keira was talking about. She had been there before to do some building work and repairs and the place never failed to give her shivers down her spine.

 “I believe I know where you speak of my dear, and I have to agree with that statement.” Masen murmured. Keira sighed and continued on with her story.

 “Yes, so they decided one day that the three of us should escape, go live in Fiola’s fire city or somewhere. So they dug a tunnel out and soon we were home free… OR at least that’s what we thought…” Keira teared up again. “Yesterday, I went out looking for supplies and I was heading home when I saw these… huge guards come out of where we had been living. I-I hid behind a tree so that I wouldn’t be noticed and waited till they left. When I was certain they were gone I went inside a-a-and…” Keira started sobbing once more. “M-my parents… They w-were dead…” Masen felt tears come to her eyes at Keira’s sad tale and went over to her. Keira stood up and flung herself into Masen’s arms, sobbing into the crook of her neck. “I-I-I’m sorry b-b-but I’m s-s-so scared…” Masen wrapped her arms around Keira and held her as she cried.

 “Don’t worry my dear. I’ll keep you safe. I promise.” Masen murmured into Keira’s ear. The two of them stood there for what seemed like hours, Keira crying and Masen whispering promises into her ear. From then on the two would be inseparable, or so they thought…

[masen-25]

Iolaea Masen’s Backstory - Part 2

Masen woke up, disorientated and confused on a small island. Her clothes were slightly tattered and she had no items with her. She tried to remember what had happened but her head ached. Nightfall was quickly approaching and so she made herself a small hut to spend the night. Over the next few days, Masen went out into the land to explore and find materials. She went down into the depths of the earth and mined out as much as she could carry. 

Soon she was back at her mining base and was building a new iron pick when she noticed she had no more sticks. As she emptied her pockets to find a stick, a small object fell out and made a loud clang against the stone of the cave. Masen froze and listened to see if anything had heard the noise. It was silent. Carefully, Masen bent down to pick up the object. It was a small crystal. Masen fiddled with crystal in her hand as she put the last stick, that she found inside a chest, onto the crafting bench.

A glow surrounded the pick, causing Masen to shy away from it, but the glow only lasted a couple of seconds before dying down and Masen was left in the dark dimly lit cave once more. She looked at the pick and noticed it had a purple glow to it. She put down the crystal on the top of a chest and went to pick up the tool when Masen noticed her hand was bleeding slightly. Masen tore off some of her top and wound it around the wound before looking over at the crystal, the last thing she was holding. It had drops of Masen’s blood on it along with a separate shard.

Masen stopped to think for a moment before putting two and two together. She looked back at the pick then at the crystal. She carefully walked over to the pick, still lying on the crafting table, and picked it up before noticing there was some symbols written on the handle. Fortune IV, Efficiency V and Unbreaking III. Masen’s eyes widened and she looked back at the crystal. She put the pick into her carrier on her back and picked up the two pieces of the crystal.

“This crystal… What on earth…” Masen muttered to herself. She put both pieces into a small cloth she had and put them back into her pocket to look at later. She then went on to continue her expedition within the caves.

Masen had been in this land for just over a decade now. She was no longer the small 10 year old child that arrived here, instead she was a 21 year old yound woman, making her way through the world. She had found a new place to live, another small island that was far away from anyone and had another small island nearby where a tree had started to grow. Masen quickly built her house and put her belongings into a storage area. It was a few more days when a voice told her. You really need to eat some food. Masen froze and looked around her but no one was there.

She was going to shrug it off when she realised she hadn't eaten in days so Masen went back to her house and grabbed some food. The voice in her head must have been due to her being hungry she thought and laid down on her bed. As Masen thought, her mind wandered over the past few days. The voice in her head was not much of a new presence for her, it had been there constantly for weeks now but Masen had not consciously taken notice of it until now. The voice seemed to guide her, help her when she was in trouble by telling her what she should do, give advice when she was making decisions. Soon the sun set and the moon rose over the ocean and Masen found herself drifting off to sleep.

The first thing Masen was aware of was that she was not alone. She opened her eyes and noticed she was in a black empty room. She looked around her, becoming more and more frightened to the point she started to hyperventilate. Then she heard the voice from her head, only this time it was much louder and clearer.

“Calm down dear, I won’t hurt you.” Masen froze like a deer in car headlights. She made a small whimpering sound before curling up into a ball. Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder and flinched. She lifted her head slowly to see a person crouched in front of her. They had short black hair and light green eyes.

“W-w-who are you?” Masen asked in a quiet voice. Her voice was slightly croaky due to her not using it in a while. The person frowned and with the click of their fingers, gave Masen a glass of water. She took it warily but drank it down. “Th-thank you…” She said before looking up at the person again. They smiled.

“Your welcome Masen.” They said. Masen cocked her head to the side.

“Masen?” She asked. “Is… Is that my name? How do you know? I couldn’t even remember it myself…” Masen looked down frowning before looking up when she heard the person chuckle.

“Masen is your name, or at least that’s what I got from your mind.” The person frowned. “I don’t think you would like me to dive into your mind any further without your permission so I left it after finding your name.” The person smiled gently at Masen and helped her to stand before sticking their hand out from her to shake. “My name is Wisdom, I am your essence.” Masen shook Wisdom’s hand.

“Okay… Wait what do you mean essence?” She asked. Wisdom grinned.

“Well Masen, you are what people in this land call a wizard.” Suddenly they were in front of Masen’s home. “Your building skills suppress what most people can achieve.” Next they were in a flat landscape with many things dotted around. Masen’s mouth dropped open when she realised that they were all things she had built in the past since she arrived. Wisdom took her hand and they walked through the different builds.

“How am I a wizard? I just built these things because I needed them, or I had the resources and wanted to make something that brought out the landscape…” Masen murmured. Wisdom chuckled.

“Yes and the crystal you have has given you these powers.” Wisdom stopped them both and turned to face Masen. Masen’s eyes widened and took out the crystal pouch from her pocket and opened it. The larger crystal had broken shards surrounding it. This occurred whenever Masen had made a really good tool or piece of armor. Each time there was a glow around the item and the item was enchanted with powerful enchants. “You see, the crystal has given you powerful items to help you in your new life.” Wisdom smiled. “When you wake up you will be an immortal wizard, capable of making materials from thin air, able to fly to create large builds.” Masen stood there then smiled a small smile.

“I suppose that explains a lot…” She said. Wisdom chuckled.

“Yes it does indeed, and I will be in the back of your mind and able to help you with whatever you need.” Wisdom suddenly frowned. “But I must tell you my dear, you need to keep your crystal safe. If anyone else were to connect themselves to it, without your express permission, you could be putting yourself at great risk.” Masen nodded and could feel the world beginning to fade away as she began to wake up.

“I will.” She said closing the pouch and clasping it tightly. “I will protect it with my life.” Wisdom smiled and gave Masen a small kiss on the forehead. They chuckled when they saw Masen’s face turn bright red.

“Talk to you soon my dear.” They said. The next thing Masen knew, she was looking up at the ceiling of her home. She felt stronger and more confident in herself. For the first time in over a decade, she felt like she could face the world. And with that confidence, Masen left her home and headed over to a place where she heard four gods, Fiola, Liola, Aeiole and Zeiole had temples, deciding that would be a good place to start her new life.

[masen-25]

Masen’s Backstory - Part 1

Masen was originally from a world called Etheria, where magic and technology worked together hand in hand. Her mother was a famed mechanic while her father was an ex member of the Crimson Cult.

Her parents met while her father was still apart of the Cult but a couple of weeks after meeting, he left to marry Masen’s mother. Soon after, Masen was born and the three of them lived on a secluded island near a dark oak forest with a large mountain range separating them and the rest of the town.

Masen was an incredibly smart child and was able to learn & pick up things quickly. By the time she was 5, she had created an automated farm using Thaumic golems and had it connected up to the ME system that ran throughout their homes. Her knowledge soon suppressed her parents, whom were both very proud of their child and allowed her to work with them to produce custom items that were requested from people who lived in the main cities.

One day, as a 10-year-old Masen was using the Thaumic infuser, her mother noticed something was off with her daughter. She seemed to have a manic look in her eye. Masen’s mother brought her father down to see their daughter and he imediately realised what had happened. Their daughter, without their knowledge, had been dabbling in forbidden magic. He and his wife were worried about how this would effect their daughter and so went to visit the old witch of Etheria. She gave offered to connect their daughter’s spirit to the magic crystal of Etheria, to keep the “Taint” from affecting her further but if anything were to happen to the crystal, or Masen was to become disconnected to it some how, the effects of the “Taint” would be accelerated. Masen’s parents thought about this but agreed in order to save their daughter’s mental and physical being.

Only 2 weeks later did everything start to crumble. The Crimson Cult attacked the main cities of Etheria, causing chaos and destruction wherever they went. Realising they stood little to no chance against them, Masen’s parents went to the Crystal and broke off a shard before retreating back to their Island. It was only a matter of time before the Crimson Cult found their home and so Masen’s mother and father used their knowledge to open a portal into the void. They gave Masen a bag of her most precious items before telling her to go through the portal and that they would follow after. Masen agreed and, with tears in her eyes, she went through the portal. Before her parents could take even a step, the Crimson Cult arrived. Knowing they could not follow their daughter, the two shut the portal and destroyed what was needed to open it again. They fought against the Cult but all hope was lost and they were killed. Etheria was destroyed and the one person the Crimson Cult were after was gone. All they could do now, was wait…

To be continued