#loaad

[the-east-art]

Land of Ash and Dust

Looad is a dead land of old husks of trees and plants and earth to hard even dig a spade into. The denizens are sick birds with faded old feathers that can’t fly. The player would be a Prince or Life (destined to destroy their aspect, life). They locate the four su drops and use them to bathe the world in flames. When the fire dies out the trees and decaying vegetation has returned to the soil and new green buds poke up. The bird denizens rise from the ashes reborn and healthy once again.

Edit: oh! I forgot to mention - the denizen in this one is the sun so the sun shards are pieces of the denizen.

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Land of Age and Decay

The Mage of Time sat up from his bed. A bad dream, he wondered, momentarily, before he remembered. He stood up. 

The Prince of Blood had thrown the bed, catching him out of the air, but also, seemingly, breaking a bone or two. But this is why he had practiced- he reversed time, returned his body to the state it had been before he fell.

He was prepared for what must be done. The first thing he did was check on the Mage of Space. "You have anything substantial?"

"Nothing yet. I can get it by myself for now, though. What'd you prototype, anyways?"

"My wolf-Link and Midna statue."

"Ah."

"How's your world been?"

The Mage of Time then read through the endless cussing rant of Space.

"Mmm. Hey, we need to get on task now."

"Fine."

The Mage of Space climbed his home, which, as he talked, had been built up to be as high as his portal. The Prince of Blood worked quickly, but, in the process, had also taken time to deface the Mage's MLP memorabilia.

Following a short fight, short only due to its having been stopped by the Duke of Breath, he ascended.

A foot away from the portal, he reached out, then stopped when he received a message from the Soul.

"Hey, what's your world look like?"

"Haven't looked around yet."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Just look around; I'm curious. Plus, I need to kill some time. Cerberus is coming."

Cerberus, the Monk of Void, was currently sitting on a stone platform floating high above a sphere of gas, unable to advance. Out of reach floated a disjointed, ripped apart, cracked and crumbled road, tiny pieces occasionally falling from the edges. He waited for the Duke of Breath to arrive and guide him through the Land of Hazards and Gale. And so he waited.

"Mm. Fine, I'll look around. Happy?"

"Yes, I am, thank you."

Chronos, Mage of Time, stepped to the edge of his roof, and looked out across his land.

Everywhere around was wasteland- what was not covered with ash was desert, and when a breeze blew the ash away, more desert still was revealed. 

"Desert. A lot of desert."

"That's it?"

"Nah, I see some sort of ruins in the distance. One sec."

He stepped through the portal, and reappeared inside a time-devastated Greek ruin. 

"Yeah, Greek. I'm signing off, gonna explore."

"Fine, whatever. I've wasted too long waiting, anyways; I'm gonna try asking Helios to send me something, and until I get it, I'll keep moving."

The Soul of Mind then turned and charged down the stairs with a scream, Porcelain Board in hand.