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14th Light [Video]
[Liora stares at her device for a few moments. What she was about to share is going to be an infodump, but she wants to keep it as simple as possible. So, she takes several deep breaths to form the words in her mind before she begins the feed.]
Well...there are a lot of holidays from different worlds with unique origins. Although I've never seen a celebration of any holidays from my own world, I'd like to share the origins. It's...quite a long story, but I'll try to condense it as much as possible...
[She takes another deep breath before she begins.]
My world is called Sornieth. According to the records in the Sunbeam Ruins, there was a great chaos that rang out in the darkness of the universe. There was one planet that was teeming with great magical energy. That energy manifested into four great beings – the Earthshaker, the Flamecaller, the Tidelord, and the Windsinger, the deities of Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind. Each one used their element to shape the world to their liking. However, they began to bicker over which direction the planet should take. The Earthshaker wanted more mountains, the Tidelord wanted to cover the planet in oceans, and so on. They began to fight with each other. The Tidelord and Windsinger's conflict stirred up violent storms, and the lightning currents in the clouds formed the fifth deity, the Stormcatcher. The Earthshaker and Flamecaller's battle caused the planet to tilt, and the smoke and mountains shrouded part of the world in darkness. Meanwhile, the magical energies stirred up from the war formed the bright deity, the Lightweaver. The Shadowbinder was then born from the darkened part of the world. The lands in the south formed a crust of ice, which soon formed the Ice flight deity, the Icewarden.
The war raged for centuries, and the deities didn't even notice how badly it was damaging the planet. The world would surely be destroyed if they kept it up. But suddenly, the deities looked up at the sky, where bleak tendrils were tearing through the sky, which became known as the Shade. The tendrils multiplied, some even forming terrifying maws of needle-like teeth. The Shade began to inhale all the magical energy from the world, but the deities realized the destruction their conflict had caused, and so they united to save what was left of the world. It was yet another long battle, but in the end, the deities managed to defeat the Shade. Afterwards, the deities were ashamed at the state of the world and agreed on a truce. They no longer saw themselves fit to oversee the world, so they used their power to produce a magical shield to protect the planet from the Shade if it ever returned.
The deities decided on one last act to mark the planet. They constructed a massive pillar at the northernmost point, which they called the World Pillar. From there, they let the elements work on their own to heal the planet. New creatures were born, becoming more diverse as time went on. Societies were formed, paying reverence to the World Pillar. However, as these societies evolved, their focus on the elements began to diminish. They were only concerned with securing their place in the world. The kingdoms eventually imprisoned the magi who still worshiped the World Pillar. This caused the remaining Magi to become hostile, and they began to attack the settlements and government structures. The war that broke out killed thousands.
One day, a particular Magi appeared, who called herself "The Speaker." She lay a single prophecy: "Only when the children of the Pillar fuel the engine of fate shall they fortify life, challenge death, and know the true potential of magic." All factions were stunned by those words, and they ceased hostilities to pursue the meaning of the prophecy. They began to collaborate with their science, magic, and technology. The world thrived in peace for centuries once more. The most powerful empire worked on constructing an engine that would supposedly rival the Pillar itself. Their hope was to provide immeasurable knowledge of physics and the workings of the universe.
When it was time to activate this engine, the citizens from every nation gathered. However, once the engine was activated, it caused a global explosion, engulfing the world in white. All cities and nations were laid to waste, and all life had been extinguished. Only a mass of energy remained at the center of the explosion, which would be the birth of the Arcane deity, the Arcanist. While he was awakening, the arcane energies seeped into the crust, feeding the dead plants. Nature then took control of the energy to repair itself. Another colossal figure was born from the trees and leaves – the Gladekeeper, the deity of Nature. But while the flora had rejuvenated, the fauna still rotted and festered. In other areas of the world, the land decayed. The contamination spread, forming another drake – this was the Plaguebringer, the deity of the Plague flight. Both the Plaguebringer and Gladekeeper embroiled themselves in combat with one another.
Meanwhile, the Arcanist was fascinated with the state of the world, consumed with an insatiable curiosity. He left his birthplace to find the beacon that seemed to call out to him, an observatory at the top of a large heave of stone. There was a scope extended from the roof, and the Arcanist looked through it, amazed at the stars in the sky. He studied carefully, illustrating maps and constellations. However, he also found pure blackness in the sky that seemed to move. Wanting to observe that more closely, the Arcanist flew to the World Pillar to observe it from its peak. He unleashed his power to reach out to the darkness...which turned out to be the Shade. The Shade reformed its terrifying maws and lunged at the planet again, breaking through the barrier and shattering the World Pillar. The other deities woke from their slumber, and the Gladekeeper and Plaguebringer ceased their battle. They decided that they could not keep the world together, so they had to separate. Each one found a large slab of the World Pillar to build their own homes. And then they used their elemental powers to create their own children in their image.
This was the birth of dragonkind. They would have different colors, patterns, and traits to create diversity. The dragons began to form their own societies, and dedicated their lives to protecting their pieces of the Pillar. Today, dragonkind is thriving, shaping their territories in the image of their respective deity.
[Well, all of this was before the Beastclans came out of hiding, and things kind of went to hell after that, but she doesn't share that part just yet. She won't oppose sharing if asked, though.]
Each month, except December, we have a holiday that honors one of the deities and their flight. For example, this month would have been the Mistral Jamboree, which honors the Windsinger and his flight.
Anyway...thanks for hearing me out. I hope you enjoyed it...
[She bows her head before she ends the feed.]
Well...there are a lot of holidays from different worlds with unique origins. Although I've never seen a celebration of any holidays from my own world, I'd like to share the origins. It's...quite a long story, but I'll try to condense it as much as possible...
[She takes another deep breath before she begins.]
My world is called Sornieth. According to the records in the Sunbeam Ruins, there was a great chaos that rang out in the darkness of the universe. There was one planet that was teeming with great magical energy. That energy manifested into four great beings – the Earthshaker, the Flamecaller, the Tidelord, and the Windsinger, the deities of Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind. Each one used their element to shape the world to their liking. However, they began to bicker over which direction the planet should take. The Earthshaker wanted more mountains, the Tidelord wanted to cover the planet in oceans, and so on. They began to fight with each other. The Tidelord and Windsinger's conflict stirred up violent storms, and the lightning currents in the clouds formed the fifth deity, the Stormcatcher. The Earthshaker and Flamecaller's battle caused the planet to tilt, and the smoke and mountains shrouded part of the world in darkness. Meanwhile, the magical energies stirred up from the war formed the bright deity, the Lightweaver. The Shadowbinder was then born from the darkened part of the world. The lands in the south formed a crust of ice, which soon formed the Ice flight deity, the Icewarden.
The war raged for centuries, and the deities didn't even notice how badly it was damaging the planet. The world would surely be destroyed if they kept it up. But suddenly, the deities looked up at the sky, where bleak tendrils were tearing through the sky, which became known as the Shade. The tendrils multiplied, some even forming terrifying maws of needle-like teeth. The Shade began to inhale all the magical energy from the world, but the deities realized the destruction their conflict had caused, and so they united to save what was left of the world. It was yet another long battle, but in the end, the deities managed to defeat the Shade. Afterwards, the deities were ashamed at the state of the world and agreed on a truce. They no longer saw themselves fit to oversee the world, so they used their power to produce a magical shield to protect the planet from the Shade if it ever returned.
The deities decided on one last act to mark the planet. They constructed a massive pillar at the northernmost point, which they called the World Pillar. From there, they let the elements work on their own to heal the planet. New creatures were born, becoming more diverse as time went on. Societies were formed, paying reverence to the World Pillar. However, as these societies evolved, their focus on the elements began to diminish. They were only concerned with securing their place in the world. The kingdoms eventually imprisoned the magi who still worshiped the World Pillar. This caused the remaining Magi to become hostile, and they began to attack the settlements and government structures. The war that broke out killed thousands.
One day, a particular Magi appeared, who called herself "The Speaker." She lay a single prophecy: "Only when the children of the Pillar fuel the engine of fate shall they fortify life, challenge death, and know the true potential of magic." All factions were stunned by those words, and they ceased hostilities to pursue the meaning of the prophecy. They began to collaborate with their science, magic, and technology. The world thrived in peace for centuries once more. The most powerful empire worked on constructing an engine that would supposedly rival the Pillar itself. Their hope was to provide immeasurable knowledge of physics and the workings of the universe.
When it was time to activate this engine, the citizens from every nation gathered. However, once the engine was activated, it caused a global explosion, engulfing the world in white. All cities and nations were laid to waste, and all life had been extinguished. Only a mass of energy remained at the center of the explosion, which would be the birth of the Arcane deity, the Arcanist. While he was awakening, the arcane energies seeped into the crust, feeding the dead plants. Nature then took control of the energy to repair itself. Another colossal figure was born from the trees and leaves – the Gladekeeper, the deity of Nature. But while the flora had rejuvenated, the fauna still rotted and festered. In other areas of the world, the land decayed. The contamination spread, forming another drake – this was the Plaguebringer, the deity of the Plague flight. Both the Plaguebringer and Gladekeeper embroiled themselves in combat with one another.
Meanwhile, the Arcanist was fascinated with the state of the world, consumed with an insatiable curiosity. He left his birthplace to find the beacon that seemed to call out to him, an observatory at the top of a large heave of stone. There was a scope extended from the roof, and the Arcanist looked through it, amazed at the stars in the sky. He studied carefully, illustrating maps and constellations. However, he also found pure blackness in the sky that seemed to move. Wanting to observe that more closely, the Arcanist flew to the World Pillar to observe it from its peak. He unleashed his power to reach out to the darkness...which turned out to be the Shade. The Shade reformed its terrifying maws and lunged at the planet again, breaking through the barrier and shattering the World Pillar. The other deities woke from their slumber, and the Gladekeeper and Plaguebringer ceased their battle. They decided that they could not keep the world together, so they had to separate. Each one found a large slab of the World Pillar to build their own homes. And then they used their elemental powers to create their own children in their image.
This was the birth of dragonkind. They would have different colors, patterns, and traits to create diversity. The dragons began to form their own societies, and dedicated their lives to protecting their pieces of the Pillar. Today, dragonkind is thriving, shaping their territories in the image of their respective deity.
[Well, all of this was before the Beastclans came out of hiding, and things kind of went to hell after that, but she doesn't share that part just yet. She won't oppose sharing if asked, though.]
Each month, except December, we have a holiday that honors one of the deities and their flight. For example, this month would have been the Mistral Jamboree, which honors the Windsinger and his flight.
Anyway...thanks for hearing me out. I hope you enjoyed it...
[She bows her head before she ends the feed.]
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I'd say you honored the Windsinger quite well, for the account was very windy indeed, hahaha!
[He's so funny.]
Well, thank you for telling. So December is a reprieve from celebration, then? Suppose a revelry every month would exhaust.
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Oh wow that is so cool.
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You think so?
[Not that Liora really knows what the word "cool" means in this context.]
Does that mean...you liked it?
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[Ted, were you even listening to the part about the deities fighting each other for centuries and nearly tearing the world apart? Way more violent than dragons...]
Well, I...didn't really do anything. Only the Wind dragons can control the wind like that.
I don't know if I would call December a reprieve. That's also the time of year when Nocturne dragons come out to play. And then strange things happen during that time, too...
[Since the Nocturne dragons originate from the Shadow flight, it's like the Shadowbinder gets two holidays...]
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[Not that talkative Ted has any room to talk.]
Haha, what are they doing the rest of the year? Hibernating? Counting their gold?
[Liora's dragons do that right]
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Hibernating...sort of? At least the ones who don't find a clan to settle into... Otherwise, Nocturne dragons are very reclusive...
My windpipe? What do you mean?
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video - also only smiley icon of her I have rn XD
[She nodded emphatically.]
Do you have any more stories like that?
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You mean...our natures? Well...we try to get along...most of the time. Dragons have individual traits as well, so sometimes they differ from the stereotypes set for their element or species...
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Well...
[She ponders for a moment. The origins story was long enough, and she isn't sure what could be more fascinating. But she could think of one other relevant story...]
Perhaps...the story of how my clan was formed?
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Re: video
[Moving to sprawl on the bed for a moment, she then rolled over on her stomach and set the phone on her pillow.]
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I don't mind them. The Shadow flight likes to play tricks, but we don't live near them. There's only one notable Shadow dragon in our clan, but she's dedicated herself as a warrior rather than a trickster...
[Granted, Liora hasn't really seen Sabori in combat, but she's assuming that Sabori might play tricks on her opponents. Who knows?]
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[Well, this could take a while.]
Okay...all of this happened before I was hatched, so I don't know many details. But our leader, Qubine, used to live with another clan, called the Filia Clan. But one day, a devastating plague struck the clan, killing half and incapacitating the other half. Qubine was the only one unaffected. He realized that he needed to raise a whole new clan in order to fight the plague. So he scavenged all over Sornieth for all the abandoned dragon eggs he could find and took them in. The dragons would breed whenever they were able.
Raising the clan was hard at first, because Qubine also wanted the clan to strengthen themselves by taking the Passage. But some of the dragons died in the Passage, too. On top of that, the Beastclans also came out of hiding to declare war on dragonkind, so they caused all kinds of problems as well.
One of the dragons that joined our clan was Orphne, and she began to study medicine and trying to find a cure. They say it took her over a year, but she finally succeeded, and she cured the sick dragons. After that, the two clans lived together in the Viridian Labyrinth.
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Oh, so clans are composed of all kinds, and not one faction in particular?
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Of course clans are composed of all kinds of dragons. Especially ours. Qubine was desperate enough when he first raised the clan, that he took in almost any homeless dragon he could find...
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Honorable enough; well, the thing's well told. Have a happy Windsinger day! I'm hopeful you'll celebrate through song and verse.
[That's what it's called, right? And why wouldn't you celebrate by song? Dragon singing, come to think of it, he's not hear. Yet.]
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Um...thanks?
[She's never celebrated with song. She doesn't know how to sing, or even write songs. Maybe there's someone who can? Perhaps it's something she'll look into when the Brightshine Jubilee comes around...]