The Regions
Foraoise Draíochta
Through the flowering vines, past the echoing of pixie laughter there lays of a land that flourishes in the light of the sun and the two moons. The flowers reaching for the sky, the trees large and their roots connecting every inch of the forest. Many creatures can be found bounding from the soft forested ground to the curved roots of the trees. Though it was not always this peaceful…
Long before this land was carved out of the larger land surrounding it there were two tribes that lived amongst the flourishing forest. The ‘Fiáin Mac Tíres’ and the ‘Giorriacha Cobhsaí’, more commonly remembered through the lands as the
Wild wolves and the
Burrowing Hares. They weren’t always at peace, the Wild wolves often chasing the young of the Burrowing Hares for fun, sometimes even eating the Hares they could easily over power. The Hare often injuring the pups of the wolves, causing lasting scars to their hind legs.
The leaders of the two tribes knew they couldn’t keep living like this. Wolves were being scarred for life, the Hares bites often cause the leg to be disabled the wolves, stopping the hunt for their survival, the hares were far from their surviving amount of population. To combat this problem the alpha of the wolves and the leader of the hares came together to come to a means of peace. The alpha of the wolves was a tall red haired female, her stature dominate and her eyes a deadly green. The leader of the hares was a shorter male, his brunette hair shaggy and long and his chocolate brown eyes hardened. They met at the Crann Na Beatha, which they both deemed the tree of life. Here an alliance was formed. A mystic from one tribe would be the opposite of the leader of the land. The wolves taking control of the first half century, when the mystic of the time had died, the roles switching amongst the tribes through the centuries. For centuries the two tribes have lived in peace, the roles of leader and mystic switching every half century.
The inhabitants of this region had the ability two shift between two forms, a beast and a form of the residents of the world from a time long forgotten. In this region they pride themselves of their pedigrees of being Pure bred, a wolf or hare, and though hybrid do exist they are sent out of the two tribes.
Caclum Valle
Follow the twisting winds that curve around the floating islands, the music of the winds whistling through each floating formation. It is the wind that connects the islands of the sky, vines and creeks of water creating a beautiful scene from below, from above the islands are among a sea of golden plain lands, the emerald grasses overwhelmed with royal purple flowers that covered beautiful nests and buildings that are filled with knowledge……
No one can remember when the islands were formed, but most of the inhabitants theorize they came from the mountains that used to take place of their island filled valley. The
inhabitants value knowledge over any other virtue “Studium autem cognitio sit sine fine.” The study of knowledge is without end. These words are often upon the lips or beaks of the elder members to the fledgling of their roosts. To live amongst beautiful floating islands, wings have been a necessity for as long as all could fathom. The culture of the
inhabitants is based upon the idolization of knowledge, the leader of the coop always preening themselves of their knowledge that rises above the rest of their flock.
The inhabitants of the sky realm idolize the power of knowledge and therefore little else matters. They haven't much care for pure breeds, finding most hybrids having more of an incline toward knowledge capabilities.
Forêt des Lumières
Past the dense forest's edges the trees begin to thin and more paths begin to diverge from the single dark fork in the trail. The deeper the forest gets the darker it seems to be and the lack of life breeds a sense of unease into all who venture deep into the silent forest. Keeping along the trails the forest breathes along, the towering trees swaying with the eerie currents of wind til a sense of being watched overwhelms one. After walking seemingly endless trails a splash of color alarms the eyes as a glowing creature seems to appear from nowhere. Tilting its head til it realizes there is no danger, continuing on its journey. The paths beginning to alight with numerous glowing creatures, trees that seemed to sway began to come to life and the sound of a flute lures one towards an hidden village alive with melodious music and a market...
The Realm of Darkness as many of the other realms refer to it as is one shrouded in mystery, most of its past lost to time. Or that is what the Owlets would have the inhabitants of the realm think. The majority of the realm are the
Skeles and
Phantoms. They were the first inhabitants of the realm, though through the history the owlet have wrote, they invaded and infected the land that belong to the owlets til the owlet worked an agreement out. The Skeles and Phantoms would live with the Owlets in peace, the Skeles as a sort of military force with an owlet enforcer as the branch's leader and the phantoms as a service. Farmers, merchants, and even to a select few scribes for the owlets.
The inhabitants of the dark forest have lost most of their heritage due to the invasion of the owlets. The owlets were a forgotten race til a very ambitious leader took rise to the dark forest in its time of need. And so the original inhabitants live in servitude to the owlets, the owlets keeping the two groups separated by class and vicious stories of hybrids being unstable and dangerous. The owlets having forbidden a mystic and taken their place as rulers.
Tumma Rippejä
A dip into the estuaries and follow the current past that enticing songs of the sirens and sink deep into the coral reefs filled with colors many only dream of. The currents shape the ever changing mounds of sand that fill the sea floors. As the current highway takes twist and turns to reveal the coral palace, the underwater cavern towns, and even the hidden seaweed sand scrappers the reach from the depth up to the tips of the ocean's surface.
The Realm of the water is the most diverse realm, from salt water met people that range from the seahorse-men, eel-maids, and the
mermaids to
lagoon people that lived in the estuaries as the sort of the guards of the gate. At each meeting of the realm be it the Foraoise Draíochta that was in the center of all realms, Unbekannte Höhle to the right and Forêt des Lumières to its top the lagoon people were the first face each outsider would see. The sea-dwellers keep to themselves, mostly focusing on their carefree lives and music and fashion.
The inhabitants of the sea realm are seemingly carefree, many of the other realms looking down on their look on life. They didn't care much not having much contact with the other realms despite their other misunderstood partner, the Dark Forest. The leader of the realm was an orca-maid and the mystic being one of the quiet lagoon dwellers, one that lived closer towards the Dark Forest. The water dwellers live as in a small town though they may live miles apart.
Unbekannte Höhlen
Through the twisting caverns that echo with the sound of dense markets, lies the gem filled caves. Hidden in unremarkable cave lies the harmony crystals that ring through the thick rocky walls down into the mines of precious gems. Spiraling down the mines to the heart of the mountain, a large tree with redwood and bears the crystals of the soul for each resident of the mountains. The markets that line the cities of the hidden cave grotto are bustling with bargaining trolls of varying sizes and colors. The occasional brawl ringing out as a deal goes bad. The markets overflowing with the life of
trolls and their ruins.
The forgotten realm of the underground is a bustling utopia for the troll variety. Though they have been forgotten by most other realms they have not forgotten the past wars where many of the trolls breatheren had fallen. The trolls are not the only inhabitants of the caves, a species bred specially for their abilities to blend are the coveted changelings. The
changeling when born, are a are subspecies of troll that are trained in the art of stealth and are sent out to the other realms as spies to gather Intel and specialty of the female changeling is her ability to keep certain aspects of her other forms in her DNA to pass to her troll young. The trolls live in a tribe like culture, all upon equal standing other than their mystic and their elders taking residence as a council of leaders.
The inhabitants of the underground are a tribal like group, all living together, the life of their caverns surround the market, each stall selling a variety of items made from stone, gems, even moss. The mystic of the realm is always a male troll and the leader is a Changeling, due to their importance in the tribes and since they are the few that leave the realm.
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She was
Fascinated with words.
To her, words were
Things of beauty.
Each like a magical powder
Or potion that could be
Combined with other words
To create
Powerful Spells.
-~UnWritten~