#nubya

[dancemusicformiserablegoths]

One day, we'll be together, we'll be in love that lasts One day, one day One day, you will see me and forget the past One day, one day One day you will want me, always by your side One day, one day And I'll emerge because I don't have to hide One day, one day Kartagon - One Day

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Worldbuilding tidbit: in this world instead of sugar, they use honey crystals imported from Nubya.

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Worldbuilding tidbit:

You can most definitely bet Nubya is based on the concept of permaculture and me desigining it based on places that I know to work.

So, where the water sprouts brooks we have Shrines - Water Mother’s Shrine; these lead way to brooks, to stream and way down the mountain side till people direct them to make small lakes with fish.

In this level, there’s nothing planted, it’s a forest level and at most it has trees of fruit and villages that work on the levels above or bellow.

Down from here, more streams that gather around the steeper levels at the bottom that are farmed.

At the bottom of the mountain, we have rice paddies that have fish - bottom feeders, so I’m thinking karp and other sweet water fish. Also, these rice paddies have snakes, of course, but since the whole theme of this city is SN-AKES I’m thinking people work to be immune to the native species.

This immunity is what will help these guys develop a poisoner/vaccine sort of culture that I want.

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[jessicahirschi]

#backing #nubya #floss #imfluss #basel #whatanight #weischwieschön (hier: Floss Im Fluss, Basel Am Rhein,)

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So baby steps

I’ll start really with my antagonist. Darius, later on most commonly known as ‘a daemon’, following on the greek/roman denomination of ‘a spirit’. 

Though he isn’t a spirit but he thinks propaganda that makes people believe he’s omniscient can’t hurt. Right? Especially if everybody fears spirits in this world.

This character has two phases: Darius, eight son of a noble family in a world males are fodder, he has seven other brothers (in their branch of the family) with the same name so it hardly matters.

And daemon, vague threat to the way things are run. Don’t like spirits possessing you and the dark making you fear living? Good; because he hates it, he hates that being able to see spirits makes everyone shun him while if he had been a girl, it’d been okay. So… ultimately, let’s destroy the four pillars of a society established in worshipping your ancestry and kill the High Spirits. How hard can it be?

Darius is the definition of an anti-hero, being truly good is too much work but he’s unhappy with the way things are. He has good intentions, no patience however and an inclination for chaos. Darius is smart in the charming, easy going way that captivates people radical measures notwithstanding. He’s a social animal.

This in the change into daemon translates as he’s more straightforward, openly plays people against each other and basically builds a power trio with two other people: Jack and Bianca.

Darius still played by the rules, daemon… is kinda tired. So daemon really isn’t up for partying anymore, the irony and the hypocrisy make him sick now. In turn he micro manages Jack and Bianca, right and left hand respectively, to do whatever to strike and make most damage. This ultimately leads to the destruction of a State-city.

This may not sound like a huge deal but it is. A State-city manages the whole region and the surrounding villages, it’s run by the matriarchs of ‘noble’ blood line with each matriarch given a portion of the territory. Nobility in this case is just a name for a vocation by blood to manage land, like literal noblesse oblige.

He decides destroying his ‘hometown’ and his mother’s bloodline is a good start. The State-city whose district he belongs to – Nubya – has a symbiotic relationship with other territories/State-cities. They basically feed the other states, it’s their major exports to be honest.

This explains why Wildfire II – Sonata Arctica suits him perfectly. Nubya is a State-city mountain, its many districts scattered throughout the mountain. Everyone who lives there has  great respect for the mountain itself, it’s like they worship it. Their matriarchs, their bloodlines, the mountain’s will is important so they all survive and the rest of the land does too.

Thing is, since this society worships ancestry, anything like ruins and such are left undisturbed for the spirits, exactly how he knows they won’t rebuild there.

Anyway, he becomes the main antagonist for the heroine of my current novel. I thought I should write about him as the hero but then changed my mind. We’d have very boring times up until he’s daemon. He’s way older than my heroine, by the time she starts getting into worldplot, he either already destroyed Nubya or they her news of that.

What more can I say about Darius/daemon? For now this will do.

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At six years old I couldn't understand; that little furrow of brow and squint or the loopsided smiles. All I ever wanted was love so I thought words with a bite and secret smiles were it. When our most esteemed Ethel got pregnant of the third child I also wanted to touch her belly and utter a prayer. The whole family and some revered citizens did so, staying in line and rubbing it in a sign of good-luck. When it was my turn, the Ethel pursed her lips at me in that loopsided familiar smile. I smiled back, reaching forward to touch her. "No." Her arm shot forward, the thin colourful fabric of her shawls a poor barrier. "Not you, child of our blood." One of the servants came forth, his heavy hands on my shoulders. The esteemed Ethel looked up sharply, her headpiece's beads rattling. "Who let her come?" He didn't say anything, just bowing his head as if my very own existence was his fault.

Musings on Necromancy.

The Ethel's third child was foreseen to be a girl.