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re: last post

they are Confused and Worried, all the know is that one day lanting (who’s usually a regular sight out and about in town) vanished and wasn’t seen for a week, and there was a strange air about the palace, and then lanting’s favorite path of the city’s main garden was set aflame, and lanting’s husband, who was just as regular to the people, hasn’t been seen in that time either.

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slaps a “bad, do not read” sticker on this

i’m serious that is not a “i’m going to say this is bad so people feel bad and read it and tell me i’m good” thing, i abhor those, this was written at 5 in the morning on 0 sleep and an entire jar of sliced peaches.

i needed to get some words out of my brain and couldn’t sleep and wanted to think about lore and whether i can be assed to actually try to sell or trade binary and so i spawned this piece of hot word vomit garbage, and rather than let it rot in my notes like i probably should i resolved to myself to post more actual lore on this awful shitposting blog so you all have to deal with the fact that you once had to even briefly glance at this post.

slaps a second “bad, do not read” sticker on this. adds a “author is tired and should go to bed” on for good measure

It takes months of wandering before they find it.

That in itself is not strange. They are, after all, wanderers, travelers, making their rounds of the continent and stopping in any one place only long enough to regain their strength and mend their wounds and pay back their hosts with work if not gold before setting out again. Binary cannot count how many times they have circled through the eleven territories now, how long they have traveled for - he marks the passage of time in allies made, friends gained, enemies defeated.

But Sesha has been different in the past months. He has not been wandering. He has been searching, for what the others do not know, roving across the land with new purpose and determination, if not madness. He has slept little - less even than he has the others believing and certainly less than he tells Binary he does, when he draws his little lord aside from the others and asks, quietly, for the truth. Sesha always sighs a little and smiles, so small and honest and full of light and warmth that Binary very nearly feels the burn of the sun though it is night, and boldfaced lies without hesitation, as though Binary doesn’t already know the truth, as though Binary isn’t the one who cradles him and lets Sesha tuck his head below his chin when nightmares interrupt his fitful sleep, as though Binary isn’t the one who keeps him company in the darkest hours of the night when he cannot sleep. Binary always smiles back, ruffles Sesha’s hair, and reminds him to take care of himself.

It has been months of this, and now, finally, they are over. Binary looks across the piles of ruins and rubble strewn before him, at the forest and great mountain in the distance, at the bright sea around them, at the distant gleam of Light lands and the Beacon behind. He looks at Sesha, shining bright as ever despite the dark purple bruises beneath his eyes (he hates them, hates how they look, because Sesha is gold and light and warmth and radiance and purple does not suit him) (it occurs to him that he would give the world to take those bruises and bear them for his little lord) and decides that he does not like this island. Something about his place makes his skin crawl, screams wrong, wrong, wrong! and makes his skin itch with something almost-but-not-quite divine, set apart by the distinct alienness of it, the way it doesn’t resonate with his magic like he knows the power of the Eleven does. He is relieved when Sesha finally stands from where he has been crouched for the last several hours, the fingertips of one hand pressed to the dirt while the other clutches a small piece of pale white marble so tightly his knuckles turn white, and announces that it is time for them to leave. He is less relieved when he sees his little lord tuck the lump of rubble into a pouch at his belt, but puts the unease aside for now, and focuses instead on gathering the others so that they can return to the mainland. What harm could a piece of home do?

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the people of the kingdom of nanxing love celebrations of all kinds. any excuse to throw a party is a good excuse, as far as they're concerned, so the series of recent weddings has the population on cloud nine. it's a good thing the couples were open to having public weddings because honestly there would have been riots if they'd tried to deprive the people of a chance to party for their beloved royal family. uwu bonus for nanxing people closely observing traditional holidays because they are times to PARTY WOO HOO

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An Evening's Conversation

or: the crown prince absolutely does not have his shit together

Langfeng frowned, folding and refolding his hands on the table while eyeing the contrast between his skin and the dark wood. His parents sat across from him, dressed down by their standards but still draped in flowing silks decorated with intricate embroidery done in richly colored thread. He pressed his thumbnail into side of his hand, watching with faint interest as the soft skin turned white and then red again, white and red, white and red, white and-

“Xiaofeng?”

He could feel the pulse of the bruise on his collar, put there just the night before.

“Feng,” his mother repeated. She flashed him a quick smile as he looked up, the soft curve of her eyes and lips telling him that she wasn’t annoyed by his distractedness. For a moment Langfeng found his attention drawn to the golden glow of her dark hair in the firelight, the familiar dip in her cheek, the creases at the corners of her eyes - had those always been there? “Langfeng, dearest son,” she said, taking one of his hands into hers. “You know we have no desire to push a topic that makes you so uncomfortable, but you know too that for the good of everyone we must. You must marry, dear.”

Langfeng blinked from where he had been staring at his hand, cradled between his mother’s soft palms, affixed a perfect smile to his lips, looked up into his parents’ eyes, and took stock of the love and worry and warmth he found there. They were earnest, oh-so-earnest, and that made what he knew he was doing all the harder. “I know, mother, father. I will, soon. I swear it. I will not let you down.” After a moment’s hesitation, he drew his hand back and rose from the table, doing his best not to flinch at the sound of his mother’s quiet oh and to ignore the quiet scrape of his father’s chair and the rustling of silk as he, too, rose and reached out as if to stop his son. “My apologies. It is late, and Xuejin expects me in the training grounds early tomorrow morning. With your permission-“

“Feng-“

“I will take my leave for the evening. You should rest as well. Let us continue this conversation another time.” The words rolled from his tongue as though he had been born to say them. He turned from his parents and the concerned looks on their faces, took a step toward the door-

“Feng-“

“Good night, mother, father. May your sleep be peaceful.” And then the heavy door was swinging quietly shut behind him and he was half-running through the halls, polished stone cold beneath his feet despite his thin slippers. It wasn’t until he reached his chambers and felt the solid presence of his door behind his back that he finally relaxed. Langfeng heaved a sigh, dragged his hands roughly through his hair, and then slid finally into bed.

When he drifted to sleep that night, he dreamt of dark hair and tanned skin and warm brown eyes and a gentle smile and the rest of his life.

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An invitation:

Honored friends,

By royal decree of Their Majesties King Li Jiacai and Queen Ming Lianle of the Kingdom of Nanxing, you are one and all cordially invited to attend the marriage celebrations of His Highness Crown Prince Li Langfeng of the Kingdom of Nanxing, and Their Highness Prince Saranyu of the Sky Spire Empire, 23rd Child of Her Imperial Majesty Sparks.

Hello and welcome to Royal Marriage Shenanigans with Luti and Friends! Nanxing’s crown prince, Langfeng, and princeps of Sky Spire and current ward of Fenghuang, Saranyu, are getting HITCHED. And of course you can’t have royal marriages without Ostentatious Celebrations!

This is an open lore event (AKA: open to anyone and everyone!) that will take place, as of current planning, over the week of the Crystalline Gala, ending the day after Chinese New Years, Sunday, January 29th, which is when the wedding ceremony itself will take place in-lore. Of course, anyone who knows me knows that I’m absolute garbage at both planning and sticking to schedules, so that may or may not change later on, and the event will very likely continue in meta a bit longer than it does in-lore.

You are welcome to participate in this event as much or as little as you’d like. Just want to dress some dragons up in fancy clothes? You go! Feeling inspired for a little drabble or doodle? Good on you! Looking for an excuse to chat with new people and forge new relationships? Well buddy have I got news for you.

All posts relating to this event will be tagged as #the prince’s wedding. Please feel free to tag me in any posts you make relating to the event or if you have any questions, be it about the event, Nanxing, or any characters! My askbox and messages are also, as always, open.

My Nanxing dragons end with Huo on page 3. Characters available for interaction who still don’t have dragon equivalents are: King Jiacai, Queen Lianle, Prince Xuejin.

@frstraekitty @foxrising 

Aaand expressed interest, apology for any unwanted pings!

@mysticalyrising @juleatic @clanstonehearth @clanofstarsandsigns @zynna @bubblxgumbitch @moonlitdergs @kaelumrising @kiriatifr @kaimiirudragon @packitandgo @leagues-apart

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bring them back to us, safe and sound, and may they be ever happy

prayers of the people of nanxing to the gods for their two lost princes

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15 and/or 16 for wbw?

Lessee... That’s Langan and his retainer, Ansel! You haven’t specified a particular ask meme or question, so I suppose I’ll just throw out a handful of facts about them? How’s 5 sound?

Ansel can’t cook for anything, so instead he throws himself into two of the things he is good at: cleaning and sewing. Langan’s room is impeccably clean (which he appreciates - he likes a clean room, but being bedridden makes tidying difficult) and full of stuffed animals that Ansel made him (which he pretends not to appreciate, except he still plays with them and cuddles them when he sleeps sometimes).

Actually Ansel still makes Langan stuffed animals, though less often now. This is mostly to appease Langan’s protests that “Ansel, come on, I’m too old for that now!” The way he grins every time Ansel presents him with one is fooling no one.

Langan feels immensely guilty about what happened to Xuesen and Xuejin’s parents, despite their repeated protests that it wasn’t his fault and they don’t hold him accountable. Much of his personal motivation comes from a desire to feel himself worthy of the sacrifices made for him. He visits his aunt regularly and they’re very close.

Ansel came to Nanxing fairly young as a guardsman to a minor noble merchant house who treated him more like a son than a hired guard. He received a thorough education and now often also serves as Langan’s tutor when he doesn’t understand something or is too unwell to see his formal tutors.

Langan has, of late, been asking his sister Langmei’s retainer, Abel, to teach him to cook so that he can cook Ansel his favorite dish on his next birthday.

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DnD character questions 6) If you could behove them one magical item, what would you give them? For Arkay ;)

Seeing as in FR-verse Arkay’s a god (albeit minor) with access to or the ability to make most magical items he’d feasibly want, I’ll answer this as though I was running him as a character!

He’d almost certainly be a Grave domain cleric, which is something fun to think about (especially given the other members of his entourage are likely… a fighter or paladin, rogue, druid, and… sorcerer, maybe? Makes for some pretty nice party comp. uwub

Anyways! Magical items. If he was a paladin I’d love to give him a Holy Avenger of course, but a Mace of Disruption will do as he’s a cleric. If he was choosing, he’d probably want something that would give him something like a paladin’s aura, or something that would give him a fly speed - like a bronze griffon figurine of wondrous power.