Ephemeris de Spes ~ \|/ismir |\/|irion's Records

|/\|elcome to the collection of \|/ismir |\/|irion's experiences~ |=rom /~\lternia to <,ame |/\|orld, <,rub to $ylph, | shall write~ |f you have any curiosities, questions are gladly accepted~ |_|ntil then, good reading~

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In how much immediate danger are you? What about the pirates? Do you have a definite location? Should we send out a rescue party?

Sandy...

I believe I am back home. On my home planet. Of course, not the one I left to play the game in, but one from a different universe.

I am not in any immediate danger. I have not seen anyone else around. The only issue is the sun. The wreck provides enough shelter to get by, but if it goes on to be one of the brighter seasons, I may be in trouble. I will have to move on from the wreckage soon, and see if I can find an abandoned hive, or maybe a cave. When I do, I will no longer have access to free communication, so that is something to keep in mind.

The pirates are completely missing. If they wanted to kill me, they might as well done it when I was knocked out. I honestly have no idea where they are.

Please remain safe at the base. I have a feeling I am much, much further away than a simple flight. I will go about trying to locate a ship with the necessary technology to leave.

/~\ll will be alright in time, | suppose it would be an opportune time to say, 'have |~|ope'~

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What is the scariest thing you have experienced.

This crash certainly rates up there. Plummeting towards the ground in a burning ball of metal with no way of halting it elects such feelings. Perhaps, now that I reflect on it, I could have. In such moments, things move far too fast to comprehend.

The only thing that perhaps trumps it was a moment within the game where I faced death. I do not believe anyone who says they are not afraid of it. Perhaps you are un-fazed in seeing it occur to another, but when you personally watch as your life blood seeps from every wound, as claws come down and rake your body open, and your neck loosens from your body, you fear. You feel it acutely as the pain and the regret.

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Help.

We are stranded. Well, I am stranded. I do not know where the others are. Likely either completely incinerated, or off somewhere laughing at my misfortune.

The ship is a mess. They said it would be a simple jump, just to avoid the the thick clumping of monsters that awaited ahead. Something so easily done, that they have done all the time. Were it not for the constricting appendages that caused irreparable hull damage, it would have been one of the fleet fighters that lit us up as we plummeted through the atmosphere. It is now a worthless heap of scrap metal, completely unfixable.

There is little shelter from the sun. Never before had I been so far inland when it was day. It does burn. And it is so incredibly, incredibly dry. I take back what I said, the ship is not completely worthless; it provides enough shade to get by with. I do not think I am near any colonies, and I have not seen any lone hives within the vicinity. I am safe from others, I think.

My wristtop was smashed. One of the displays inside the ship, likely designed for emergency use like this, managed to survive in such a fashion that I can communicate, and it is what I am using to type this message now.

It is not even a time for silly quirks. I am tired. I am completely off course, with no foreseeable way of making it back. Alone, on this miserable spit of a planet, not even my own.

I do not usually do this, but if you happen to stumble upon this damned wreckage, and find me...I do not know. I do not know how to ask, because I do not know what I need, or what can be done.

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131. Simple Pleasures: $itting in silence to read, water on carapace, beholding a stockpile of treasure gathered by the sweat of one's own brow~

132. Greater Pleasures: |\/|editating, writing, applying strength and way of conduct to destroy my enemies, resting with close friends~

133. Where do you like to hang out? | do not 'hang out' anywhere~ | do like to spend time somewhere dark, in the deep ocean~ |t is strange how times change~ {}nce | found myself loathing it, and now when | am the furthest away | miss it to bits~

134. Where is your dream place to live? |n a freshly created universe, preferably on a planet geographically modelled after /~\lternia~ | would like my own island out to sea, over a deep body of water~ |/\|hilst it is tempting to have something below the surface, | suppose | do have to be mindful of my other friends who could not swim~ /~\ large hivestem that was half submerged, half above the surface would be perfect~

135. Motto/Personal quote: |3alance is the gateway to power~

136. Mode of transportation: |/\|ell, now that is it convenient, | like to fly~

137. Most prized possession: |\|ow that the whole debarcle with the recording device is over, it would most certainly be the few copies of ~$/{}'s writing~

138. Why? ^|^hey helped form my own opinions and opened my optical orbs to that which | now hold most sacred~

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139. Describe your sense of morals: [-verything must be in balance, and | consider myself to be extremely fair in all matters~ ^|^here is no black and white, only different spectrums which must be considered~

140. What do you consider taboo (something you personally would never do): | would never dirty my body with any form of piercing or ink~

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The ^|^hing About /~\rkhus~

6. Extremely possessive over her first friend, Yismir would rather not see him with anyone else. It certainly doesn't make any sense, but while she would love to get whatever it is between them sorted out, it would mean making her other quadrants available to others.

This makes her seem clingy over him, something which he teases her for, inspiring the deepest and darkest of vehemence toward him

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Trolls sure are weird, huh?

/~\s a race or individually~

| do not find us that strange~ |t is our species, what can one expect~ {ertainly there are times that certain parts of our society frustrate me, but that appears to be a thing which is not exclusive solely to trolls~ |\|o, things certainly are not perfect, and there are glaring imbalances in much of what we do, but | would rather be a troll than anything else~ $omething within me inspires a great sense of patriotism, and it is not something | can just ignore~ |>erhaps one would say it is a calling, but | have always felt that same urge to see our [-mpire be successful~

{}n an individual basis, yes, there are a lot of weird trolls out there, many of whom do not make me feel comfortable~ |t seems the older one gets the more obsessed they get with creepier things, and feel confident in flaunting it around~ | miss the nights where everyone had a sense of privacy~

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Humans sure are weird, huh?

|}o | sense self depreciating behaviour on the behalf of a certain human~ | guess we will never know~

|=rom my perspective, and really coming to consider a lot about humans, yes, they are quite strange~ ^|^rolls and humans share some similarities in physiology, and humans too can use their mind to great effect, but we are also so different~

/~\s a seadweller, | already feel different enough from land dwellers of my own species, let alone a whole new one from completely different sectors of the universe~  |\|othing about humans is particularly designed for aquatic travel in mind, and the body just seems so awkward and bare without fins, or horns~

$ocial customs too are strange~ |/\|ith a completely different perception of relationships, vocabulary and social standards, it is hard to know how to perceive humans correctly~

{}n an individual basis, stripping away looks and other superficial such things, | suppose humans are not that strange~ |f one was to try and not think about it as much as possible, they could even sort of be like a troll~

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The ^|^hing About /~\rkhus~

5. |/\|hat if being of the god tier does not grant immortality in the sense of an indefinite lifespan~ |~|e would already be half way through his |_ife~ |t is hard to admit, but he has done me favour enough by keeping me company, and believe it or not, support through out my time on /~\lternia~ |n some form or another, | do owe him companionship till the time he expires, so he does not die without knowing some form of reciprocated emotion~

/~\ cliche notion, but it is not like anything else is ideal~

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The ^|^hing About /~\rkhus~

4. Yismir has no idea of how to approach pale/flushed feelings with Arkhus due to his personality. He is rough, mean, and can be very wrapped up in his own self image, while still prioritising all things brutal. As such, she tries to act cold and nasty in order to appeal to his liking of such things. It is comparable to the way a bully will pick on someone they like. Also like a bully, she gets into the role too well, often getting to the point where Arkhus rages at her for unleashing a constant stream of insults. On the other hand, if she tries to take a gentler approach, he will quickly shrug it off, repulsed by physical contact, and misconstruing the thought process and sincerity behind her words, leading to more frustration on her end.

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The ^|^hing About /~\rkhus~

3. Yismir does not want to be the first to admit anything definite, as she is afraid it will be a sign of weakness and Arkhus will use it against her later as ammunition.

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The ^|^hing About /~\rkhus~

2. Neither has any solid experience in relationships. Any knowledge about some of the finer points of relationships is cursory at best. As both are young, they both have the ideal notion of finding their one true mate in which ever quadrant, and haven't fully grasped the idea that it is okay, and very normal for quadrant to flip frequently.

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The ^|^hing About /~\rkhus~

The new series where Yismir and I give some insights into the craziness which is the poor troll's relationship with the maroon blooded lad. Those thoughts which come from my perspective will be clearly tagged as ooc, where as those from Yismir's mouth will have her tell tale quirk and be tagged as IC. Easy enough concept. Without further ado, here we gooooo.

1. The thing about their relationship is that it covers a bit of every quadrant. In the past they identified as moirails without ever officially confirming it with each other, nor ever breaking it off with certainty. This teeters on the edge of being flushed for each other, but having moments of pity for each other. Yismir's response to this is to be mean toward Arkhus, who is quite the rough personality to begin with, and that tumbles down into black emotions, their hate becoming seething. This animosity often encourages another to facilitate for them, or other times one shall try and manage the hate they may show towards another.

As if relationships weren't complicated enough!

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A Wild WIP Appeared!

More like a WIPN.

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The Greatest Fanfiction Ever

((You didn't get this from me))

((I'm sorry but this is too perfect not to post.))

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Art Update

((There has been an update to the art page on Ephemeris de Spes. One day I'll combine the two blogs to make it all make sense, but not right now. All dat Yismir art can be seen heeeeereeee. I'll get around to attributing artists and what not tomorrow.))

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H0W H@VE Y0U BEEN? 0v0

/~\h, hello $irell~

| have been well~ |\|othing too dire has happened for a long time, so there has not been much to threaten my well being~ |t is just incredibly quiet on my end of the ship~

|~|ow about you~ |_ast | heard, you had been messed around with~