#sso vala

[starshinedragon]

[evangelineeveninglove]

Other Magic

Others that you can have as friend or an enemy.

The Cosmos has the infinite power of existence. To stand before him is see and know everything possible as countless lives, places and eras have passed him by. He is a limitless magic – powerful, overwhelming and numbing. To against him is to fight time, life and reality all at once.

His magic is detached. Not cruel, but not kind. More so, it feels like his magic barely interacts with you. As though it will not watch your struggles, for it won’t even see your struggles. You are only a single grain of sand on endless beach after all. Unless you are part of the bigger picture, you won’t matter in the slightest. Accept your insignificance. Rebelling will get you nowhere.

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The Magician has the unbridled power of imagination. It is silent and sudden yet seamless all the same, as he performs his magical tricks, appearing at the sleight of his hand, like a thought is born from the mind. He is a thrilling magic – playful, enchanting and exciting. He can bring forth so many wonderful dreams for the world to enjoy.

Of course, his airy magic of daydreams can instantly twist into the oppressive terror of nightmares. Like running through a fun-house with countless mirrors distorting your path – your entire world really – until it is unrecognizable. Like a jack-in-the-box revealing something terrifying and dangerous after its deceptively cheerful tune. Like how every trick is simply a diversion, a distraction, to prey upon your innocence. Every step you take is uncertain. Every breath you take is anxious. Are you sure that’s a friend behind you?

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A Witch has the rhythmic power of nature. The range of its touch is immense, going from the small, gentle buzzing of bees to the large onslaught of a storm’s downpour. She is empowering magic – commanding, benevolent and beautiful. Her greatest power is harnessing the world’s energy to better any lives she wishes.

Her magic can twist into something ugly with malice or selfish desires. As a garden needs upkeep, so does the soul. If all you do is hurt those around you, neglecting that garden and letting it overrun, you will rot from the inside out soon enough. The body too will shift with all those boggy emotions. That gnarled tree, that trampled flower, that cracked stone, that bloody body – your own face will lock down on that snarl you bear, on that hate you breathe. Take care of yourself. For no one else will if all they see is a monster.

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The Vala have the ominous power of chaos. There is no sense, no feeling to their magic – just a silent calm before the abrupt storm – and even then, a storm never cares about the damage it spreads. They are a ravenous power – restless, hungry and untamed. Everything in their magic’s path will be consumed one way or another, one day or another, for there is no escape from something so unfeeling – something so incapable of feeling the simple sensation of satisfaction.

Their magic leads to a rebirth. As wildfires burn away old growth for new life, as death decomposes to feed the next generation, as old age tradition is broken by newfound change – there is always a new beginning to follow an ending. And once the past has been cleared away, that feeling of excitement, energy and endless opportunity with each new start will linger in the aftermath of their magic. All the pain and terror that their magic caused will be forgotten, if not put to rest, as you eagerly welcome the dawn, the spring day, this new chapter of your life.

[vilda-ravenhill]

Chapter ##: Four Spirits Gather

In a sunlit meadow on the first day of spring, three spirits gather.

Although they were all human once, it was so long ago now that their living memories are less than memories, less than shadows of memories. The youngest spirit, (although really she is only the youngest in spirit, since her human age stopped mattering long ago,) spreads out in the grass and laughs, and laughs, the bubbling souns of her giggles coarsing through the moss. She takes the form of the little creeks and rivers that form after it's rained, and only then, fleeting and quick. Her fins glisten in the sunlight.

"You mustn't get distracted on such an important meeting," the second spirit remarks, where she perches on a branch above her younger pupil's head. She is older than her, (although of course only in spirit,) and her voice is warm like sunlight. She takes the form of the tallest leaf on every tree, when their branches grow tall enough to filter through the thicket and reach the sun above the forest.

"But it's summer!" Says the first spirit. "In every country in the North the rain clouds gather above the mountains every night! The summer rains are here. How could I not be happy?"

The second spirit puffs up her feathers and gets more comfortable on the branch.

"I do say," she mutters, with a smile. "You youths and your infatuation with fun."

"Don't get too comfortable." The third spirit brushes some pollen off her pelt. "And stop talking like you're her mother, Autumn. You shouldn't coddle your children when they're her age, anyway."

The third spirit takes the shape of deer's antlers, although only after they've been shaken off and discarded by the deer themselves. She is the oldest (in spirit, of course.) Her voice sounds level and tired, although not all that serious.

"I believe love is the only way to raise a teenager correctly," the second spirit says with a grin. "Come on, Winter. Why have you gathered us here today? What could be so important as to require all four of us?"

"Four?"

"Oh. Drat." The oldest spirit turns around, fumbling in the bushes. Gingerly, as though she would really rather not, she pulls something out of them.

It takes the form of eggs. This is pretty much all that can be said about it.

"Baby!" Says the first spirit, half sitting up out of the moss and reaching for the little creature. "Oh where did you find him, Winter? He's just adorable!"

"Da," says the baby.

"Would you take him, Autumn," Winter almost pleads, her tone nearing exhausted.

Knowingly the second spirit takes the baby and lifts him into the lower branches, coddling him and surrounding him with her feathers. The baby makes unknowable baby noises, clicks it's mandibles and tries to grab her nose.

"I guess that means I'm not the youngest spirit anymore," says Summer.

"It does that. And what a cute little spirit he is... Yes he is!"

"Now, what is it, Winter?" Summee lean back in the moss. "You sound worried."

"She always sounds worried, dearie," says Autumn, without taking her eyes off the baby.

"Oh, no." The oldest spirit pinches what could be called the 'bridge' of her 'nose,' closing most of her eyes for a moment. "It's Her again. She's not doing so well. One of her acolytes has severed it's internal connection."

"Oh no," says Summer, sounding genuinely upset. "How horrible? Are they both okay?"

"They are... Together, but not united." Winter waves an appendage in the air vaguely. "And they're thinking of asking the Vala witches for help to reseal the union."

"Oh." Summer thinks for a moment. "Wait! That's us, isn't it?"

"Regrettably."

"You're not suggesting one of us goes to do it, are you?" Autumn chides. "Winny, I have a baby to take care of and my joints aren't what they used to be!"

"Imagine how I feel," Winter sighs.

A moment passes. They all crack up, even Winter, briefly. Of course, fallen deer's antlers or the tallest leaf of every tree don't have joints.

"You should really think about letting Summer do it," Autumn smiles, dangling the baby upside down from the branch, to laughter and various babbling sounds. "She's old enough to go out on her own now, isn't she?"

"Nooo," Summer complains, kicking what passes for her legs. "I don't wanna... It never rains on Jorvik anywayyy..."

"Fine," Winter suggests, as Autumn laughs quietly. "I was suggesting I'd do it anyway."

Summer's fins perk up. "Really? Oh thank you, thank you!"

She would've jumped up and hugged the older spirit if she wasn't already sinking into the moss.

"Indeed. It's been a long... Long, long time since I took physical shape, anyway. I'll be leaving immediately."

"Immediately?" Autumn turns to her, still with the baby in her talons. "Aren't you going to help us name him?"

Winter gives her a Look.

"Noo."

With that, she draws a five-pointed pentagram in the air, which lights up blue, like starfire, and then disappears from their plane of existence entirely.

Autumn sighs.

"She worries too much. Don't you think she worries too much, Summer?"

Without waiting for an answer, she corrects the baby's dragonfly wings, like a fussing mother. She hums to herself, where she sits upside down in the tree.

"I think I'll call him Spring."

"Gwough," says Spring.

Of course, this conversation never actually took place. Other, of course, than in spirit.

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[pandoriasmostwanted]

Making a Vala OC is lowkey hard especially when your only point of reference is Sive

[katjadarkrider]

Basilius

[lukas-crowsong]

is it bad i want to ship sive and mrs holdsworth

yay or neigh

no

yes

wtf

youre insane

Voting ended onJun 16, 2023

[starshinedragon]

SSO- Nightshade: The Vala Magic Horse

[starshinedragon]

SPRINGVALLEY (full unofficial map)

Points of access:

1. To Bayridge village: -> the Seaside path on the western end of the Winter Mountains. After the gate is opened and the road is cleared, the path runs next to the Dark Core Barricade to Bayridge village.

2. To Rockville: -> through the Wolf-pass, running throught the Winter Mountains. The direwolves attack, but MC, notices a sign of Garnok's corruption, and the Soul Riders dispel it. The wolves stop being hostile and now we can freely ride to Rockville.

NEW FACTIONS: --Jet Syndicate: Rockville, Bayridge village, Beauvista triangle. --Von Blyssen family: VB manor, equestrian centre and vineyard. --Spring rangers: Cliffside station, Highmarsh station, Morrinweald station --Spring Druids: Everspring village, Thistlebranch village --The Valas: Morrinweald and Caer Cailleach (Kah-lee-ah) --Trident Fishing Club: Shark point and Shoreline fishing village

LOCATIONS: 1. Everspring Area: -> druid village, Cliffside mountains and Everwind plateau. The Monarch Woods are full of various butterflies and the area is full of life. The Druids are protecting a spark of Aideen’s power in the middle of the lake.

2. Central Area: -> Jordan Jet’s three stables, holding home competitions between them in the Shoreline Equestrian. Also competing with the Von Blyssen riders. There is a Life Warden tree in the Suncrown Island, that is the centre of the VB gardens.

3. The Cursed Forest Area: -> helping protect the Von Blyssen vineyard from the thorns and corruption coming from Morrinweald. Storylines with the Vala witches, who were corrupted by Garnok’s power.

Stop signs: 1. Suncrown bridge: it was a beautiful stone bridge going across the river, now in ruins. It will take time and collecting resources to repair it. 2. Claymore Iron Gate: closed and the fence runs from the mountainside to the waterfall over the Old Morass. Runestones are also placed next to the fence to keep the wild vala magic in the dark valley and stop it from reaching the Claymore area. 3. Wisp valley: the path upstream next to the Suncrown river leads to the Jorcrater, but is still overgrown and closed off for now.