#lorepost

[paradoxbeta]

Who wants a bit of Minecraft spec bio?

In my headcanon for Minecraft the majority of mobs share a very recent common ancestor with a slime-mold adjacent organism called the "root node," meaning most mobs (villagers, illagers, skeletons, zombies, mooshrooms, others) are fungoid/plantoid-appearing creatures.

Villagers are among the most complex of them all, boasting an intricate method of expression through extendable facial "petals" (thin, mostly transparent membranes) that shift in color, pattern, and intensity to express a vast and dynamic field of emotions. The protrusions on their head resembling eyebrows and a nose light up in patterns to convey information. Conversation is occasionally emphasized by vocal cues (the iconic "hrms").

While impossible to translate standard villager conversation into something intelligible to humans without advanced technology, Steve is the most "fluent in villager," with a baseline understanding of what different colors mean on a villager's petals and even dyed paper cards to replicate the expressions himself. He also has established a rudimentary sign language with the nearby village.

Steve works with a certain villager he's nicknamed The Language Guy, or "TLG," to propose new signs or revise existing ones. TLG distributes language updates to the village when they happen. TLG is the most "fluent in human," so they are the village's Steve equivalent when it comes to diplomacy with humans. They are also working on writing a book with every established sign and its definition. Since villagers don't have a written language yet, it consists of easily interpreted pictograms.

Humans and villagers have rather shallow avenues of communication due to their complete lack of intuition about each other's natures. However, due to their frequent interactions, TLG and Steve are very close friends for creatures with a compatibility gap bigger than the Grand Canyon.

Alex would really like to learn about all of this, but she's not quite got the hang of it yet.

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[urlknight]

One-Eyed Wolves are among many dangers that roam the wilds of the Houselands at night. Often found in packs, they possess a head almost the size of an entire human and an insatiable appetite for blood.

[cometcrackz]

Crack.

You were only a child. They should have been watching you.

She was doomed from the start, Marco. You only sped it up.

[aburningpinetree]

(they flit in and out of conciousness, vaguely aware of the pulsing sensation under their skin. Scape turns in their sleep, trying to undo this discomfort. but it doesn't go away.

Scape twists around, accidentally landing on their back, only to feel a sharp jab of pain, leading to a fitful awakening.

something.. wrong.

nails claws scrape at the ground beneath them as they manage to flop over on their belly.

everywhere... buzzing. ..back hurts.

there's a prickling feeling along their neck and shoulders, but they ignore it, trying to go back to sleep.

with no energy, there isn't another option.

... they'll likely sleep tomorrow too.

It's almost like something is burning away all their energy, no matter what food they find.

the sensible part of their brain tells them they're still sick and it's probably just their immune system.

the rest of them knows better, and is filled with dread.)

[atmarkabstract]

robot masters breathe in order to cool themselves down rather than needing any sort of substances from the air in order to survive unlike animals. some robot masters do breathe through their nose and mouth, but certainly not necessarily or soley. instead most of the cooling happens with openings across their bodies similar to that of the spiracles of insects, and are referred to as such.

most robot masters use some sort of coolant to get heat out of their components, which is the fluid spilled when robot masters "bleed". this coolant is often strongly colored to aid in identification and locating of leaks in the cooling system but also gives a considerably gory impression to such failures or injuries.

spiracles are where the heat is actually removed from their bodies, thus robot master breath is considerably hotter than that of humans, especially if theyre having issues cooling down. it can get hot enough to be painful to humans. since the spiracles usually are placed along the body of a robot master it means they cant wear clothes that will cover their bodies because it will stop them from breathing

[mer-acle]

I collected some divine lore for Fighting to be Loved in a little document... Meaning I finally figured out how divine genes pass down and stuff. It's kinda fun lol

Also featuring the ftbl canon birth order of the olympians and their sacred animals just because.

I would love feedback if things make sense cos this came like straight from my head with no peer review XD

also I could have made my giant Silent Wars whiteboard into a website this entire time but I only just found out this is possible :(

[croxot]

Mitzy Lore Post

Mitzy's true origin is lost to time, and possibly tragedy.

Gullybog was not known for being particularity foreboding or dangerous, other than having unsure footing. This was thanks in part to a local hermit-wizard, simply known as Simon. Simon was an aged man who had seen far more than most humans in their lifetime. A failed final adventure had him set aside ambition and recluse himself in the swamp. He never fully set aside his kindly nature, and consigned himself to helping the locals, albeit largely indirectly, avoiding most contact and creating a legend out of himself in the process. One day, Simon heard an infant's cries not too far from his abode. A small purple-skinned babe was found off the side of Gullybog Road, some few steps into the swamp. This child was proportionally similar to a halfling or a goblin, but her species was ultimately unknown. Attempts to divine the who or what left the child, despite pouring his magical prowess into the mystery, proved fruitless. And so, late in his life, Simon became a father. Despite being in the middle of nowhere, Mitzy's unusual upbringing included a great deal of intellectual schooling. Simon's magecraft and vast collection of magical and historical tomes meant the isolated Mitzy did not want for learning. She took to magecraft itself with gusto. Over the years she forged a bond with the elemental plane, collecting several loyal elementals which are still summoned to her side regularly in the present day.

During Mitzy's late teenage years, Simon's life waned. He passed away on an uneventful afternoon with his hand clutched by his daughter's. Mitzy saw to his cremation the next day, and thus began a new local legend of the Bog Witch. Mitzy carried on her father's minor do-gooding for the people of the swamp into her early twenties, until a chance run-in with a group of adventurers gave her an epiphany. She hungered to expand her knowledge and her aptitude, she needed to experience more than the swamp and the tomes she'd read and re-read a half dozen times could offer. She needed to find out where she came from.

After leaving the bog, Mitzy would go on to become part of an adventuring group of her own, two odd goblins from different societies who would become like sisters to her: Chakka the unyielding barbarian warrior, and Krix the shadow-manipulating thief. ----- Mitzy is a Wizard who's focus is on summoning a rotation of loyal Elementals. She can have one elemental consistently accompany her at any time without limitation. They can act on their own in accordance with their personalities, or can infuse Mitzy's attire, granting her additional defenses and augmenting her other spells. Her current elementals are: Ivan - Fire, Aggressive, burning aura sears foes and cleanses afflictions from allies. Slab - Earth, Protective, manipulates the environment in the party's favor. Leviafas - Lightning, Dispassionate, singles out high-priority threats, increases flow of mana. Melut - Ice, Sloth, chills foes and disperses enemy magics.