#pixlriff

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PixlRiffs

[dawnwalker]

now it is proven: this whole crossover is just an elaborate prank on pixlriff.

[words-with-wren]

There is one stable place in the whole world - deep in the desert, far enough away from the explosion and aftershocks to be untouched. Pixandria stands, firm and solid and powerful. Pixandria stands, still ruled by her King.

Refugees come trickling into the city. From the Grimlands, shellshocked and burned. From the Ocean Empire, skin drying out in the sun, explaining how they were abandoned by their Queen.

A convoy came from Rivendell, begging for aid after they laid their Emperor to rest (a hero, they whisper. They found him, frozen on peaks of the mountains, the blood on his chest ice. A hero, but he left them to pick up the pieces.) From the Undergrove, Gilded Helianthia, Mythlands, those who survived seeking aid.

Pixandria welcome them all, helped as they could. Pixandria took in those who had no home and helped to rebuild other homes.

Pixandria's king didn't know what else to do. The world had shattered and shifted underfoot and suddenly - he was alone. he was alone picking up the pieces that were left behind.

He lit candles. He lit a candle for each of his fallen friends, the fallen rulers. He lit a candle and said a prayer and continued on.

Trade routes were set up with Mezalea, the only other Empire with a ruler. But Emperor Joel was distracted and distant, his thoughts focused on his missing wife and brother-in-law. He was torn between his Empire and his family, and Pix was left with rebuilding the world.

Pixandria became rich, became powerful, because all the other empires owe her. She became the hub of culture and learning and religion because so many people from around the world found a home in her hot and dusty streets.

And decades later, a statue of Emperor Pixlriff, stands in the middle of the capital city, surrounded by candles that are always lit. A tomb and a monument to the ruler who brought them through the darkness and made them great. And below it - the last words he ever spoke, the anthem he held onto in life, engraved into the centre of their city. One last blessing, the finale farewell of the Copper King.

"Light a candle but do not mourn. We all respawn."

[sh3riffs]

The Owl Houses Covens, but Empires Smp

Scott - Emperor's Coven, diff be the Hunter of the group . . . Stag or Owl (Lol Owl House) palisman.

Xornoth - Emperor's Coven, Belos vibes.

Fwhip - Potions Coven, he would wanna be more versatile like Gem, maybe boom boom potions. Imp palisman like Bump’s.

Gem - Potions Coven/ Abomination Coven, she already a witch, wizard, sorry so she would be something more flexible in it magic, or Abomination since she the smartest or somthing - Beast Keeping may even work as she care for dragons, and as a call back to x life! Im leaning more too duel Potions and Beast Keeping. Dragon palisman name Violet. ;]

Joey - Beast Keeping Coven, to reference his villagers. Biped bird demon, tiger palisman, or serpents as the symbolize chaos and corruption. Typical king shit.

Kathrine - Plant Coven, need i say more? Also Sheep palisman.

I know hers familiar is a bee, but she is THE mother of sheep of crying out loud -

Lizzie - Duel Healing and Bard Coven! I GOT A DEAL WITH DESTINY, also axolotls can heal - She would also be a biped amphibian demon with a axolotl palisman name Lady Marceline since og Sir Strawberry dead - (rip)

Sausage - Emperor's Coven or Construction Coven maybe even Oracle? Dragonfly palisman as the symbolizes change, transformation, adaptability, and self-realization.

Pearl - Plant Coven, again need i say more? Bear palisman as they represents strength and courage, trait our farming queen clearly shows.

Pixl - Construction Coven, this just fits the best . . . A vultures palisman as symbolism behind vultures are death and rebirth, to show the vigil.

Shelby - Duel Beast Keeping, Plant Coven, mushrooms? wolfs? need i say more - woodpecker palisman, woodpecker to represent hard work (building her empire from the ground up), perseverance, strength, and determination (to save her home world)

Joel - Illusion Coven, just so he can make himself look taller. Possum palisman,  possum are offen underestimated, but alive with hidden depths and talents.

Jimmy - Abomination Coven, for the slime kinda vibes. Also a biped amphibian demon. Cod palisman duh.

Honorary Mention

Grian - Oracle Coven cause like Grian biblically accurate angels bah bah, also cardinals palisman for same reason

[wither-rose-circus]

not sure if you're interesting in adding anyone else to your empires smp watchlist, but i highly recommend checking out pixlriff's first episode if only for the fantastic lore-heavy intro he made. he introduced the concept of the smp in such a way that made me super pumped for what's to come!

I did see that! It was really cool

[words-with-wren]

The candles were pretty. She stood at the edge of the fountain, staring at the flickering lights. There were thousands of them, wax sealing them in place on the edge of the fountain, climbing up the sides, some floating - held by some kind of magic.

They sparkled different colours, vibrant and bright in the deepness of the desert. She wasn’t entirely sure what they meant, but the way the people passed them by, bowing their heads and muttering softly to themselves, she expected it was something solemn. Which probably meant she should be solemn as well.

Around the edge of the fountain, in what seemed to be the most important place, there were larger candles. These ones seemed more permanent, settled on brightly coloured holders. They were all differently coloured, and all were brightly lit, flames slowly eating through the wax - many of them were nearly eaten entirely.

She sat on a bench at the edge of the square, watching the flames dance. More and more, she found herself drawn to one of the larger candles - the light blue one.

Beside it burned a green candle. She wasn’t sure if she liked that, but she didn’t know why she wouldn’t. They were just candles, right?

There was a lot she didn’t know.

The coolness of the desert night began to make a show, and she shivered slightly. The streets were emptying as the night grew deeper and she wondered if she should find a place to spend the night. But she had no money, and she didn’t know where she would go.

As the last few people vanished into their houses, she made out a hooded figure, moving quietly through the houses. He carried a small bag, slung over his shoulder and he stopped in front of the burning candles.

For a moment, he stood, head bowed as if saying a prayer. She watched him for a moment, breath held, unsure if she should say something.

Then, as she watched, he laid the bag on the ground and knelt to withdraw something from it. A candle - tall, fresh, new. She watched as he stepped forward to the fountain and softly pressed the wick of the candle to one of the burning ones, lighting the new one. The cyan candle, almost burnt to its end.

With practised ease, he blew out the almost used candle and pressed the new, already burning one onto the still wet wax, gently moulding it so the new candle would stay. Then he stepped back, bowed his head again for a moment, and moved around the circle.

She watched him in silence as he repeated the action all the way around the circle, replacing each candle in such a way that they never stopped burning. Clearly, these candles were important. She thought she should know why, but she couldn’t quite figure it out.

So, as he replaced the final one - the green one, that made her heart ache slightly, though she wasn’t sure why - she stepped forward, hood up. Her hair was very pink, and she had noticed that no one else in this Empire had such colourful hair. She didn’t want to stand out.

“Excuse me,” she asked, stopping a few paces behind him. He started, turning to face her as he picked up his now empty bag. His own hood fell back, and she recognised a small circlet, placed upon his head.

He was familiar.

“What are the candles for?” she asked. A lot of things seemed familiar, but strange at the same time. She didn’t like trying to figure out why they were familiar, that was too much work, too much hurt. So she tended to ignore that sensation.

He studied her for a long moment, seeming to be looking for something. She wasn’t sure if he had found it or not when he smiled gently.

“The Vigil,” he said in answer. “People light candles for their lost loved ones, to remember them.”

“Oh,” she said softly. The dancing light of the square felt more serious now, a heavier light than it had been a moment before. That made sense though. Candles to remember the dead.

She stared at the blue and green candles, flames burning away the new wax. The blue one was taller, and that felt right for some reason.

“What are those ones for?” she asked, gesturing. To the candles behind them, the candles he had just replaced. He was silent for a long moment, turning to stare at them.

“For the fallen Emperors,” he said finally, his voice heavy, soft.

“Oh,” she repeated. “That’s a lot,” she said. He chuckled heavily.

“Not all of them are dead,” he said. “Some of them are, like Scott.” And he gestured to the cyan candle, steadily burning. “But some of them… they’re just missing. I figured I’d light a candle for them anyway. In case they were dead, and someone needed to remember them. Or maybe, the light would be enough to call them home again.”

He fixed her with a long, searching look. Again, she felt like he was looking for something in particular. Again, he seemed familiar in that aching way she didn’t like. The same, aching familiarity she had run from when she woke, dazed and confused, in a strange Empire.

“Do I know you,” she asked softly. He smiled, a sadness in his eyes that she could tell ran deep.

“Maybe,” he said. “My name is Pix. Some people call me the Copper King.”

“Oh. You’re the ruler of this city,” she said quietly, suddenly aware she was speaking to an Emperor who had the power over life and death here. Hesitantly, she dropped into an awkward bow that felt unnatural, ducking her head.

“There’s no need for that,” he said softly, stepping forward and holding out a hand. She looked up and took it, hesitantly, standing. “When I light the candles, I’m just Pix.” He turned to look back at the fountain. “Just another man, remembering his friends.”

“There are a lot to remember,” she said softly. She wondered if there were people she should light a candle for.

“That is part of life,” Pix said. He stepped forward, back towards the candles and picked up his bag, fixing her with another uncomfortable look.

“It seems unfair,” she said softly, watching the fire burn. “That we lose people. That we… forget people.”

Whispers seemed to toss at her brain like wind in her hair. Sand underfoot. Fish, swimming past her. A ring on her finger. She wanted to remember, but it hurt too much to try. It was easier to not.

“Life moves on,” Pix said softly. “We light a candle, and we remember as long as we can. What else can we do.”

“Can I light one?” she asked, suddenly. “I… I’m not sure what for. But I feel like I should be remembering someone.”

“Of course,” he said, lowering his bag again and pulling out a candle. It was pink - magenta - smaller than the ones he had just replaced. She held it in her hands for a long moment, staring at the small wax item.

Then she stepped forward, lighting it from the flame that leapt from the blue candle. For a moment, she held the burning stick, staring at the fire, trying to remember. Then she knelt, gently pressing the warm wax onto the edge of the fountain until she was sure it would stay.

When she stepped back, her face was wet. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was crying, or what the ache in her chest meant.

“I don’t know what I’ve forgotten,” she said quietly. “I don’t know who… the candle is for.”

Pix was silent for a moment, looking at her.

“You might find your answers in Mezalea,” he said finally. “East of here, you won’t miss it.”

“That name feels familiar,” she said softly. Her hood had fallen, she realized. When, she wasn’t entirely sure, but she pulled it over her head again.

“The Emperor there can help you more than I can,” Pix said.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. She stared at the magenta candle again for a long time, watching the small flame flicker. Then she took a deep breath and turned to leave.

“Candlelight with you,” he called after her softly.

She wanted to say something. A farewell leapt unbidden to her lips, but it didn’t quite feel right. There was no ocean near this desert land, and no blessings left to give.

“And with you,” she said instead, vanishing into the paths of Pixandria.

Pixlriffs watched her go, a small, sad smile dancing on his lips. For a moment, he stood there, the fire burning behind him.

Then he turned and faced the light blue candle that burned cheerfully. Perhaps it had worked, perhaps it had served the purpose he had lit it for.

So he leaned forward and blew the flame out, extinguishing the light. There was no reason to mourn the living.

[spruce-wood-farm]

I finally made a mineblr!

This is spawn for my PS4 world, its offline, but I'm practising for if I ever run a server in future! As of now, this is an entire project just for me and my mate.

You spawn inside of the crypt, which leads up a winding staircase into the church, which is Pixlriff's design.

I'm currently working on the rest of spawn. It's got a farm for every tree, and a 3x3 map, but I want to renovate everything!