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this makes me want to return to lotc tbh

so much flavor in one post

"As humble hands of Cerridwen, may our touch be delicate, and our services an unrequited gift." The Dryad folded the missive and placed it neatly on his desk.

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i thought this was the "how are you doing today jasmine" meme, i am disappointed

[I haven't done any writing on the forums in a long time, and since this sub-forum is never used I wanted to share an English project here, I hope y'all like it] - Darkness adorned with sprinkles of starry light surrounded her. Her apparent lifeless body was being kept in a mechanical bed, extending her life in deep sleep for the years-long journey through the stars. Her small space ship buzzed and beeped with no end, piloting itself to a new world full of promise and hope. She wore a humble, white uniform; and printed on her name-tag was the name “Laura.” If only Laura’s human body allowed her to stay alive long enough without mechanical assistance to be conscious for the duration of her journey, for the cosmos would prove to be an unforgettable sight to a sleeping passenger. An experience that causes men to believe in God, to believe in wonder, and to believe in hope. The same experience furthermore humbles mankind; for it isn’t until one can fly through the stars that they realize how insignificant they are, how insignificant their planet is, and how insignificant the very galaxy that their planet resides in is. The peaceful travelling lasted for years. For decades, the drifting of a mechanical vessel through the stars carried but a sleeping passenger. Her cryosleep took care of everything. She needed no food, no water, no trees to produce oxygen; the machine handled it all. Throughout history, humans spent thousands of years learning ways to survive. Ancient tribes and nomadic hunter-gatherers revered fire as divine, and believed that lightning was a cosmic miracle filled with the gods’ rage. Then thousands of years later, technological art of all kinds were discovered; engineered art which saved the lives of thousands, and cut away the burden of primal survival. Factory, computer, and robot were bringers of life, until humans caused them to become bringers of death. As their greed grew, so too did the impact of their creations. Their planet, a floating paradise among barren worlds, was ruined. And the half divine, half flawed cycle repeated once again; saving mankind from their destroyed world, to send them into the stars to new worlds. Such machinery in this second age of survival was truly remarkable. “Perfect,” the engineers claimed in bouts of self-assurance. Though, is man’s idea of perfect enough? The beeping and whirring of the spacecraft machinery seemed as if they could experience the complexities of human emotion. As a human screams and trembles in response to fear, so too did the machinery fall into desperate, raw chaos. Peaceful beeps became terrified alarms, blasting out warnings that not a soul could hear, let alone respond to. The “perfect” space ship’s construction unraveled itself, exposing the faults of the engineers, or what are truly the faults of mankind. A solar panel creaked and groaned, until it cracked away from the flying vessel and became an object hurling into space. Though it originated from chaos, the panel soon found its peace drifting eternally through deep space; awaiting for its chance to become a part of a distant orbit, or to be consumed by a devouring black hole. Like a delicate flower releasing its pollen, the shining metal ship released pieces of itself, one by one. And in contrast to the never-ending darkness of space, the spaceship furthermore appeared as a lone, beautiful flower; which happened to grow in contrast to a wide, plain, and open meadow. A flower’s beauty, however, is only temporary. When the sun is further from the planet, and life begins to feel the chilling cold of the season's shift, a flower’s petals decay and fall to the ground. And as if deep space found itself in a new season, causing stars to go into hibernation and galaxies to fill with snow, the mechanical flower that is the spaceship wilted and fell. With no direction, the spaceship fell through space for months, lost and unguided. And the flaws of the engineers were saved from becoming more drastic, for the power still kept Laura alive in her cryosleep. Decades later, the remnant vessel was pulled into a solar system. As if the stars themselves had aligned, the pull of a planet’s orbit guided the spaceship towards itself. For a moment it looked like a shooting star, combusting as it fell through the planet's atmosphere. With another round of emotion-like beeping and whirring, a show-stopping explosion met the ground of the planet, impact. Amidst a large crater, parts of the vessel remained intact. The sound of a mechanical bed opening filled the air, followed by the groaning of a woman. Laura opened her eyes, and joined the machinery’s sounds in panic of her own. She reached for her communications device, but found nobody on the other end. With a glance to the few computers that survived the horrendous journey, she realized there was oxygen within this planet’s atmosphere. There were no toxins in the air detected, and if the machinery after all its malfunctions could be trusted, she could leave the ship and survive. Days passed as she stayed inside the ship and salvaged food and water stored within that she could survive off of. Although eventually, these means for survival ran out. She hurried to fill a backpack with as many tools as she thought she’d need, and opened the cargo door. Before her was a green world, filled with trees and rivers and foreign animals of all kinds. The world was untouched by a developed species, unclaimed by the greedy hands of mankind. Laura inhaled the air, and pushed her right foot forwards. It pressed onto the ground, leaving a footprint from who was likely the first human to do so. Her survival on this planet depended on the methods the ancient tribes and nomadic peoples relied on. In a cruel, vengeful twist of fate, mankind’s cycle of invention and corruption met Laura in its first stage, born from the corruption sprouting from invention.

A gentle, feminine Treant with a motherly touch quietly wandered through her burnt down forest within Siramenor she had been birthed into. As she clipped away the charred tips of branches and watered the trees, she heard the call of her fellow Treants from the distance. And so, she lifted a beautiful sea-shell collected from the neighboring beach, and blew firmly into it, joining in symphony and in reunitement with her tree-kin.

girl change that white text i can’t read it

WE LOVE TO SEE IT

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Eh-leh-kay sounds prettiest to me. Also, this has a lovely aesthetic. I’m glad to see unique CAs! ❤️

i love this omg omg omg

OMG OMG I WANT A DAGGER OF THIS AND A TIARA AND A BRACELET AND A NECKLACE AND A

“Compassionate Mother.. grant us the health to survive this enemy. Fearless Father.. grant us the strength to destroy this enemy..”

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[!] The following scroll is rolled up and present in the Siramenor library, set besides the adjacent scrolls about the Mani. Brothers and Sisters of the Green Priesthood: The purpose of this scroll is to encourage all to develop their personal bond with and understanding of their patron Mani. When you envision the Mani that you worship, what do you see? Not the spirits that arrive after being called forth through ritual, but their unseen forms, how they appear beyond this realm. Are they simply another animal, with a superior consciousness, power, and intelligence? If so, what is their gender? What do they sound like, what is their demeanour? All of these questions can theoretically be answered with time and research, however for your daily worship, it is critical for you to have a strong personal vision of the Mani you are praying and giving offerings to. With these thoughts in mind, I have developed a theory based off of the natural world itself. Everything that exists has a certain duality to it. I’ve come to understand this more deeply through alchemical arts, although our roots as Mali’ame give us examples of this from our experience in nature. The element of fire can be a gentle candle or a roaring disaster, the element of water can be a life-giving stream or a deadly flood, the element of earth supports life as we know it or it can be a rock fall that crushes the same life. There is a dual interpretation in everything, two sides that represents two Aspects. It is known that each piece of the balance is brought forth by the Aspects, but what about the smaller pieces within this balance? My first teacher in Druidism taught me that even grass can represent Cernunnos. Sure, at a first glance it appears delicate and vibrant; but some grasses are strong and durable, and can survive in very harsh environments. Something much more commonly seen as representing Cernunnos is a large beast such as a bear. However, this animal still shows the qualities of Cerridwen by being known as a protective, wonderful symbol of motherhood- as seen with Bolomormaa, the Bear Mani. A recent theory of my own is that if the Aspects designed the Mani as they did nature, then the Mani display the same duality as everything else within the balance. Some within the Wild Faith often struggle and have disagreements about what gender each Mani is, or if they are masculine or feminine. Some address this dilemma by saying that the Mani have no gender, but what if it’s the opposite? Perhaps Bolomormaa can manifest in two different ways: a Prince, being a powerful animal with strong capabilities; and a Princess, a protective and wise mother. Similarly, we know hummingbirds are both vibrant yet very, very territorial. What if Kholibrii has two sides? A masculine side, a Prince that represents the protection of one’s own territory; and a Princess that represents vibrancy, spring, and flowers? If one applies this train of thought to the rest of the Mani we commonly worship, the same pattern trails behind. Note that this scroll merely presents a theory to deepen one’s own faith, and is not meant to replace nor correct the personal beliefs of others. I encourage you to use this theory in your worship if you have struggles envisioning the Mani, for if you cannot envision them clearly, how can you worship them? As always, may the Aspects and Mani bless your path. Signed, Skylar Taliame’onn, Archpriest of the Green Priesthood.