Trigamar

Polo dangles his legs over the side of his bed, laying out on his back with the paper held above his face. “Scareh...” ((Get better soon!❤️))

[!] From deep within the Underground, below all of Brandybrook, deeper than the largest burrow, there came a bloodcurdling shriek. For many nights now, if one listened closely, one could hear moans, as if some being was in great pain, but never once was the source of the sounds seen. A few may have suspected the Underground, known for it’s less-than-excellent reputation, frequent wild parties and the occasional murder. Indeed, the manager of the Underground, Teric Ratfoot, had not been seen for weeks, months even. It was a strange situation, all right, and it was time to take action. With the Inferi right at Brandybrook’s door step, it wasn’t like they needed another problem to deal with. And so an anonymous group of halflings came together, and decided to rally those around them, and take action. ((There is no specified group of halflings, if you’d like to claim that you were one of them, feel free.)) [!] [!] A missive, pasted on the doors of most halflings of Brandybrook. [!] “Rally! Gather, to protect Brandybrook from this threat from the inside. It is imperative that this threat is dealt with as quickly as possible, so that we may return to protecting Arcas from the demon invasion. Rally, so that we may protect those we care about, those we love. Rally, so that we may return to our peaceful way of life, happy and content. Rally, on Snow’s Maiden, so that we may repair the leaking boat that is Brandybrook.” ((At Wednesday, 1:00 PM EST, the event will be held. Rally at the Underground, and venture into the deep.))

That’s handy, I’ll look more into this Chi business, thanks! It may be, but I’d like to experience everything this server has to offer.

This magic is a waste of time, a waste of space, and a mar on my reputation. I hate it, I’m ashamed of it, and I’m ashamed of myself. If someone with the capability to do so wanders across this terrible, terrible post, I’d appreciate it being instantly denied, to save you the trouble, and me the pain. Of course, that might just not be how you roll, and I’m fine with suffering through this, or simply having you delete it. I have no idea how to delete posts, sorry. - Trigamar Discount Evocation ~(~(~( Tempus )~)~)~ By Trigamar -Origin- -Origin of Hiems Tempus- Long ago, there lived a captain, who sailed the seas with his son. The captain was a talented Water Evocator, capable of bringing massive waves down upon his foes. His mana was beyond compare, as was his skill with working with water. However, his son, no mater how hard he tried, was unable to conjure the smallest droplet of water from the void, he couldn’t even manage to connect to it. The son always felt as if he was living his life a shadow of his father, and spent many long nights staring out across the waves, desperately trying to be anything like his father. And yet, he had no luck. One clear, sunny day, the captain was sailing into port, as he usually did, with his son, when out of the blue, a balista bolt came crashing onto the deck. The captain’s head whipped around, trying to see which ship the bolt had come from, when he noticed that it had come from the guard tower over looking the port. He swore, grabbing his son, shoving him into a life boat, and casting him away to sea. His son watched, as he floated, bobbing gently in the waves, as his father’s ship, his home, burned. He watched as the guards of the city came, forming a ring around the burning ship, killing any who dared survive the flames. Their mages hurtling spells at those who tried to swim away. But not the captain’s son, he was too far out to sea. Too far out to help. Too far out to be hit. The captain’s son sobbed. Many years passed, since that fateful day, ad the captain’s son still lacked any skill with Evocation. He had spent every day since that one trying to surpass his father, and in many was, he had. He was a wealthy merchant, with a small fleet of trading ships, but the one thing, the one thing that the captain’s son could never conquer, was Evocation. He was depressed, sad, lonely. And in this trying time, he began to dance. Not waltz, nor a jig, but a dance with the tides. Back and forth, push and pull, so he moved with them. He gave up on his attempts to master them, to summon them from the void, and instead worked alongside them. He learned much from the tides, and used what they had taught him. A deadly dance, was what he made with this knowledge, a style of combat, assisted by the ocean itself. He called it, ‘Hiems Tempus’, and with it, he conquered the seas. -Origin of Ver Tempus- On the streets of a rich port town, a warning bell alerted a guard from where his was kicking a thief. This thief had been caught stealing fruit form one of the many trading stalls in the city, but a warning bell was more important than a small theft. The guard rushed off to the docks, ill-fitting armor clanking on his stocky body as he made his way to the docks. “The Tempus, a vile smuggler’s ship has been spotted entering the harbor! Arm the ballistae!” The Chief of the Guard force yelled, “Sink that ship!” And so, the guard did as he was told- winding up the ballista from up in the guard tower, he angled it directly at the only child on the vessel, a small boy, seemingly talking to a frail man. He chuckled darkly, right before a fist ran into his jaw. He only had time to see a flash of a young woman, wearing heavy jewelry and a scowl across her face, before everything went dark When he awoke, the first thing he noticed, was that he wasn’t as high in the air anymore. The second thing he noticed, was that the city was burning around him. Shoving rubble off his chest, the guard drew himself to his feet, coughing. He took a step, and almost collapsed. He took another, that one was a little better. He took one step at a time, constantly telling himself that he was strong, that he was sturdy. He walked away from his old life, one step at a time, and began a new one. Years later, the former guard was humming to himself. He did that often, as it was very quiet, in the isolated mountains and forests he now called his home. He had made a peach within himself, a peace with the earth. It had been hard, in the earlier years, still clinging to who he used to be. But he had survived. He was sturdy, and strong, like a mountain. He too, had made a dance, but this one much different from the deadly dance of the captain’s son. This dance was one of survival, rebirth, and stability, assisted by the earth itself. He called it, ‘Ver Tempus’, and with it, he became a better man. -Origin of Aestas Tempus- A noble sat on a cushion, resting. From far away, she could hear shouts, a loud bell. Chuckling grimly to herself, the noble leapt out of her estate, hopping on her horse, and riding off into the port city that she lived in. Shouts of a ship called ‘The Tempus’ rang out through the city, but that was not the noble’s concern. She saw an armed man, kicking a poor child on the street, and then running off. Snarling, she galloped off after him. The noble pulled back on her reins, halting the horse at the base of a large tower that she had seen the man run into. Leaping off of the horses back, the noble burst through the door, sending splinters flying. Groaning as she saw the long spiral staircase winding up into the tower, the noble leapt into action. She bounded up the steps, taking them two at a time, tripping over a few. Bruised, the noble skidded to a halt at the top of the tower, just in time to see the armed man winding back a ballista. She whirled furiously, jewelry clattering, sending a fist into the man’s jaw. He spun, falling away from the ballista, it’s trajectory falling off course. The noble ran. She ran, taking her fortune with her, seeking out better lands, as her old city burned. She was robbed, assulted, injured, attacked, but she kept fighting. Fighting every turn of misfortune that came her way. As a child, she had always liked fire, and out of the ferocity of fire, she created a style of combat that aided her in her journey. She called it ‘Aestas Tempus’, and with it, she survived. -Origin of Autumnus Tempus- The child grabbed an apple from a merchant’s stall, not waiting to hear the cries of ‘theif’, simply running towards the alley where she and her little brother lived. Right as she was at the entrance, she was knocked down. The child, whimpering, looked up to see a rotund man, wearing ill-fitting armor, glaring down at her. His glare slowly morphed into a sick, twisted grin, and the apple fell from her hands and rolled away, forgotten. The man drew back his foot and slammed it into her side, his iron tipped boot producing a crunching sound as it broke a few of her ribs. The child gasped, sobbing, as he drew his foot back again. And again. And again. But then, a loud bell started ringing. The man looked up, swearing as he ran off. A few seconds later, an angry looking lady on a horse galloped by. The child slowly stood, her battered and bruised body trembling as she picked up the apple and took a shuddering step into the alley, before she collapsed, and everything went dark. When she awoke, everything was awful. Burning buildings were everywhere, smoke filled the air, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh. She got up, and staggered away. She staggered, she tumbled, and she ran. She kept on running. She never stopped running. And out of her running, her desire to escape, she created a way of fighting that revolved around escape. She called it ‘Autumnus Tempus’, and with it, she ran. -Magic Explanation- Tempus is a style of fighting that comes from the study of the basic elements, Air, Water, Earth, and Fire. One might think of it as a weaker version of Evocation, and to an extent, it is. However, Tempus does not provide the opportunity of control, such as an Evocator has, it forces it’s caster to work alongside the element, and is less powerful. Through utilizing one of the four variants of Tempus, it is possible for one to increase their physical ability, but only in a select area, weakening it in others. By studying one of the variants of Tempus, a mage gains such an understanding of the element, that they are able to make their mana flow in a way that resembles their element of study. This requires one to be taught how to utilize and connect with their mana. Heims’ attribute is fluidity, they are less likely to hit themselves with a weapon that has that possibility, such as a flail, or whip, however this ability grows weaker during the day. Ver’s attribute is toughness, a Ver Tempus user has tougher skin than normal. Aestas’s attribute is strength, a Aestas Tempus user can carry more than normal, however this ability grows weaker at night. Autumnus’s attribute is agility, a Autumnus Tempus user can move faster than normal. As with most magics, when using the ability of a Tempus, the eyes of a user glow with the color of their aura. This magic is a waste of time, a waste of space, and it reflects badly on me. Due to the buffs that the Tempus provide, Tempus users tend to certain types of armor, weapons and clothing. Heims Tempus users prefer flowing cloths, with scarves or cloths, and little to no armor, allowing for flowing movements. Their weapons generally consist of whips or flails. Ver Tempus users often wear light armor, such as a guard might wear, and their clothing is often sturdy, like themselves. Their weapons generally consist of one-handed blades paired with shields. Aestas Tempus users use heavy armor, and wear heavy jewelry. Their weapons generally consist of two-handed weapons, such as War-hammers, War-axes, and Great-swords. Autumnus Tempus users use light, tight-fitting clothing, so that they may be as mobile as possible. Their weapons generally consist of daggers, very short swords, or other small, light weapons. This is not a requirement, merely habits that Tempus users tend towards, as it suits their element. Creatures who cannot connect to the void lack the ability to become a user of Tempus. Magics or Creatures which have the ability to stop Voidal magics from being used can deactivate a Tempus user’s connection. -Abilities- Connection – Combative/Non-Combative -Redlines- 1. Tempus cannot be used to Evoke the elements, nor control them in any fashion. 2. A Tempus in one element cannot use the ability of another Tempus. 3. Once a Tempus users learns how to connect to the Void, they become unable to use Tempus, and can never learn Tempus again. 4. This is not a gateway to learning how to become an Evocator without struggle. Once Tempus has been learned, it becomes several times more difficult to connect to the Void. The amount of time spent trying to connect to the Void equates to how long it would have taken the student to learn how the element functions. 5. None of the weapons/clothing listed are required to learn/use Tempus, it is merely a trend among users, as those items mesh well with their Tempus. 6. Beings who lack the ability to connect to the Void cannot use Tempus. 7. Magics or Creatures who have the ability to prevent Voidal magic from being casted can also prevent Tempus users from conecting with their element. 8. As Tempus merely offers physical boosts, it cannot be used to harm Phantoms that would otherwise not be affected by physical attacks. 9.The boost that Tempus offers is not extreme, merely a slight one. None of these abilities are invincible, and they do weaken the other attributes of the user. 10. The boost provided is a constant value, added to the base strength of the user. A halfling isn’t going to be able to swing around a War-hammer the size of an Oolog by using Aestas Tempus. ((More to be added?)) -Purpose- ((OOC)) I have removed the first reason, as now that I look back on it, I feel really, really stupid. Hope you all only think I’m half the idiot I am, have a good one! The second reason is much nicer-sounding than the first, less of a pity-party, but I still decided to put is second. I truly believe, that in a good fantasy world, magic should be incorporated into everyday lives. Be that self-lighting kettles, or brooms that sweep the floor on their own, to swords that create a slash of flame. This is what I’ m doing to integrate magic into the everyday lives of RPers, like Culimancy and Domesticated magic. The final reason is probably the least expected one- This is basically a test. Sure, I put sweat and tears into this, but this is the first Magic that I’ve written and submitted to be reviewed, I have little idea what I’m doing. I highly doubt that this will be accepted, however much I’d like it to be. I’m using this as a learning experience, so if you have any constructive criticism, I’d appreciate it. Thanks for reading!

Teric Ratfoot read over the gossip from deep within the Underground, nodding thoughtfully... ”Twins, ay? Le’s see wha’ meh an’ Lad can teash ‘em.” Chuckling, he vanished, and wandered away. ((Depending whether this is read with the music, or not, it can have two very different meanings- this is probably the funniest turn-of-phrase induced by music I’ve ever written.))

This is a beautiful piece of lore, and one that I hope is implemented. It just annoys me slightly, that it requires Caligen to create more Caligen. I understand why it is, and it’s a smart choice, it’s just been difficult for me to find people who are capable for performing the teachings or transformations of certain CAs. Of course, that’s probably just my own selfishness speaking. Good luck, I hope that it’s accepted!

RSVP: Name: ((I will RSVP ASAP)) Will you be in attendance? Yes [] I may be [X] ((whoops))

From deep within the Underground, Teric blinks, surprised. “...Teh feck is teh moon doen, blowen u’ loike da’... An demons....? Oi ho’e dere be some chance o’ survoivel, even ef i’ do be jus’ flee’n...” The Revenant shudders, fearing for Brandybrook, and the whole of Arcas. A few minutes later, the entire business is forgotten about, as Teric is too busy exterminating some pesky rats to be concerned with such things as demons, or the moon blowing up.

Teric looked over this entirely factual piece of art, cursing as the paper phased through his hands on occasion, though he saw it as just being slippery. He clicked his tongue, “...Funny, how I never met this cousin of mine... perhaps I should introduce myself... And how nice of him to put that I was doing fine, I appreciate it, among everyone calling me dead...I’ll have to- “ Teric vanished suddenly, reappearing behind the counter of the Underground, wiping it down, the newspaper left next to a Hookah, forgotten.

Out of Character Username: Trigamar Discord: Trigamar#6911 In Character Full Name: Teric Ratfoot The Ratler Race: Halfling Age: 25 Job / Occupation: Manager of the Underground, Resident Ratler for the Ra

Teric chuckled from deep within the Underground, beginning to make his way back to the surface.

Iaquith Amu History Love. There is nothing stronger. And, as is common with strong things, there are those that are drawn to it. Iaquith Amu, they are called. Eaters of love. These creatures are drawn to love. They eat it, revel in it, provide it. For when one is filled with love, completely and truly, they will be visited by an Iaquith. If they display enough love for the Iaquith to survive, then the Iaquith will take a form, and begin to live around that person. Often, the person won't even know that they’re there. But they should be careful. For if they anger the Iaquith… Long ago, there was a woman. She lived in a nice, warm, cozy halfling hole. Every day, she woke up, and prepared a meal for all the halfling children, and then went around, helping her neighbors. In the evenings, she watered the village's flowers, tended to her neighbors' crops, and set up little games for the children to play. Nobody asked her to do this, nobody forced her too. She loved helping, she loved her village, she loved her life. And then, after one long day of kindness, she came home, to find an adorable Teddy Bear sitting by her door. “‘ow noice,” She said, picking it up carefully, “Teh chil’ren mus’ ‘ave brough’ me eh gif’.” So she brought the Teddy Bear inside, set it on her counter, and went to sleep. The next morning, she woke up, blinking as the sunlight fell across the window into her eyes. In a flash, she was out of bed, panicking, “O’ nae! Oi mus’ ‘ave slep’ in!” The woman rushed to her kitchen, meaning to prepare the meal, only to find that it was already cooked, and that the Teddy Bear was sitting next to a plate. She blinked, “Oi mus’ ‘ave… forgo’en…” The woman shook her head, “Nae reason to s’an’ aroun’.” And with that, the woman began to do her daily work. Unnoticed, the Teddy Bear nodded, a small grin appearing on its face. Physical Description The Iaquith Amu have one purpose; to provide love. For they feed off love, and without it, they will die. Over millennia of evolution, The Iaquith have discovered a form that is generally liked by all. The Stuffed Animal. Almost universally loved, they have taken this form to provide love, and to be loved. Now, this is a broad term, let me define it in a more clear manner. The Iaquith take the shape of a creature standing at half a foot to a full foot. Their ‘skin’ is made of a cloth-like material, and their insides are filled with stuffing. Usually with a stitched mouth and button eyes, these are the forums that the creatures take when they find someone to attach to. They usually feel soft and fluffy to the touch, and can have a variety of features. (I.E. A lion plush will have a mane and little claws, while a human plush might have hair and a skirt.) By no means are they optimized for combat, their bodies being too soft and fluffy to do any real damage, and they are too small to wield any real sort of weaponry. Even if they could, they would not want to, since harming others does not produce any sort of love, and being around that much hate could very well kill the Iaquith Amu. An interesting topic is that the Iaquith do not often stay around voidal mages, which has led many to believe that the creature is Fae in nature. This is untrue, and can’t be proven, for Druids cannot comune with them. The reason that Iaquith avoid voidal magic is unknown, though a few have theorized that it is due to the effects that the void has on the body and mind produce an effect averse to love. Now, the Iaquith are not always plushies. In fact, before they find someone to bond to, they appear as little floating lights, which I shall call Form A. These lights cannot speak, hear, taste or touch. All they can do is feel love, which they move towards. Once they are near enough love, then they take the form of a Stuffed Animal, Form B. Their new form is not permanent, however. If their body is destroyed, or they do not get enough love, they return to Form A, and seek love anew. While they are in Form A they cannot be harmed. Any attempt to touch them will be useless, and will phase right through them. Redlines - Cannot be used in combat. -While in Form A, cannot be harmed and cannot harm others. -Cannot reproduce in any way, shape, or form. -While in Form A, they cannot see or hear, so no meta -Experiences in Form A cannot be remembered while in Form B. This means that all they will remember is feeling drawn to a person, then waking up in their new form. Memories between owners carry over between forms. Mentality The Iaquith need love. This is an important part in their mentality, for it is what their lives revolve around. Once they find someone who produces enough love for the Iaquith to want to stick around, they will take their new form, and begin to help them. In the beginning, they are generally not noticed, the person they have bonded to finding it strange that the plush seems to always be found near good happenings. Over time, the person begins to put the pieces together, and the Iaquith may reveal itself. It is important to note that the Iaquith Amu are not unthinking servants, like golems. They simply need love to survive, which leads them to want to make the person more able to produce love, among other positive emotions. While yes, they may bond with the person to the point where they will sacrifice themselves, but they will not execute commands as if they were a slave. The Iaquith are very expressive with their bodies, as they have no funcional mouth. Think of the emotes in Animal Crossing. Very expressive. Redlines -Cannot Speak -Will not obey commands that result in it’s death/death of others -Will not obey a command that will not produce love, or a positive emotion of some kind, without creating negative emotions. Abilities Aura Of Emotion The Iaquith have no functioning mouths, which means that they cannot talk, but they have developed alternate means of expressing themselves. Iaquith are generally more expressive than most, and can create an aura that radiates their feelings. This aura cannot be used to influence others emotions, merely let others know how the Iaquith is feeling. The Iaquith can decide if it wants to share its emotions or not. This only takes one emote. Redlines -Aura Of Emotion cannot influence the emotions of others. -It takes the place of talking, but Iaquith Amu cannot form words with their emotions. Ageless Iaquith Amu are ageless, they never age, and they will never die. While they can be ‘killed’ by having their vessel destroyed, this will only cause them to revert to Form A, and to seek a new bond to someone. While they do retain memories between bonds, their only goal is to bring love to others, so they will never use their information to cause harm. This information is instead used for the betterment of others. Redlines -The memories retained after ‘death’ cannot be used to cause harm, of any sort. All Redlines -Cannot be used in combat. -While in Form A, cannot be harmed. -Cannot harm others. -Cannot reproduce in any way, shape, or form. -While in Form A, they cannot see or hear, so no meta -Experiences in Form A cannot be remembered while in Form B. This means that all they will remember is feeling drawn to a person, then waking up in their new form. Memories between owners carry over between forms. -Cannot Speak -Will not obey commands that result in it’s death/death of others -Will not obey a command that will not produce love, or a positive emotion of some kind, without creating negative emotions. -Aura Of Emotion cannot influence the emotions of others. -It takes the place of talking, but Iaquith Amu cannot form words with their emotions. -The memories retained after ‘death’ cannot be used to cause harm, of any sort. Purpose (OOC) The dwarves have their Golems, the Alchemists their Automatons, I wanted to create something that anybody can have. A friend in the darkest of times. A creature that you can trust, that will be there for you. This is essentially giving everyone a companion, rather than just a select few. ((First time submitting something, constructive criticism, or just criticism would be appreciated. Thanks! -TG))

OOC ((MC Name: Trigamar )) ((Discord: Trigamar#6911 )) ((Timezone: EST )) IN-CHARACTER What is your name? Trestyn Why seek membership to the Mages Guild? To expand my knowledge, and to expand the knowledge of others. What arts, if any, do you currently practice? None, sadly. Connection to the Void has been attempted, I understand somethings in theory, but there is much knowledge that I lack. What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance? Practicus When should you be contacted for an interview? Anytime thought the Elven Week. ((I’m most active on discord, but I’m also active on the server.))

Timoteo Lo’Reta, having glanced at the last paragraph, would slowly begin to lose the will to live.

[!] Timoteo would look at the letter, a sad and heavy look on his face. He’d chuckle, then shrug, crumpling the letter into a ball and throwing it behind him. It’s none of my buisness, he’d think, sipping his ale. I’m where I belong now.

Timoteo Lo’Reta Alejos is sleeping peacefuly in the steets of some city or other, when a tattered flier gusts it’s way onto his face. He’d scramble around, trying to figure out where the sun had gone, when God, his pet seagull, would tear the flier off his face, and start pecking on it. Timoteo would shuffle forward reading the paper as his seagull ate it. He’d rub his chin, and would stand up, wandering off to find this spicy shrimp.

Timoteo Lo’Reta Alejos would be taking a nap in the streets of some city or other, when God, his pet seagull, would flutter up to him, carrying an invitation in it’s beak. No, it’s not that inteligent, it just though it’s master could turn it into food. Timoteo would stretch, taking the letter as he yawned, handing the Seagull the map that had led him to Marsumar. I say map, it’s more so a piece of bread with the word ‘West’ carved into it. He still didn’t believe that Marsumar acctualy existed, but that’s beside the point. Timoteo would get to his feet, wandering off in search of some fabric. And a mask. Or something.

A Completely Non-Essential Request For My Wife To Return So That She May Convince My Daughter That I'm Not Insane, By Timoteo Lo'Reta Alejo [!] A letter would appear, posted in completely random places over Arcas. Your favorite fishing pond? On a brick thrown threw your window? Inside your morning cup of coffee? Probably not, but maybe. On every letter, is inscribed the following; "Let me first ask for your assistance, Liliana Rojas Verde, and second for your forgiveness. For in my blind eye, what was once our family has been torn apart. No, I still hate you, just as you still hate me, but I'd rather not have all of my family turned against me, and I request for your aid in patching up this sinking ship, which is the only reason I'd want to see your ugly face again. So, if you don't mind, we have a family that needs repair. -Timoteo Lo'Reta Alejos” [!] As a side note, the letter would smell of flowers. ((Heya! This is an invitation to play as the divorced wife of a character of mine. Please do not contact me if you want to play this character for romance rp, as it has been roleplayed that they hate, or at least dislike, each other. The race would be preferably human, and a current member of the Lo'Reta family has requested that the personality be, quote, “easily angered” end quote, however, you can create the personality you want. The requester won't be happy, but that isn't my problem. A skin will (probably) be provided, and my discord is p0tato_#6911))

I agree with a lot of what you said, most of it, in fact. And yes, I did just post a Self Teach App for Seeing, but still. I don’t believe that Seeing shouldn’t be Self-Taught, but that those going into it should be more carefully judged, and watched closer until they can be trusted. I want to trust myself to roleplay this correctly, as I’m a die-hard try-hard, but I can’t. I think that this is going to be a challenge to Roleplay, but while having him be blind does make for a lot of character development, if Roleplayed properly, being an anxious seer could provide just as much.

IGN (MC Username): Cloaked_ Discord: Cloaked_#6911 Likes: Orphans, Drug-Making, Alcohol Dislikes: Cheeses, pranks, people who try to convert you to their religion ((Please tell me the likes and dislikes are RP based))

The Followers Of The Blue Sky Summary The Followers of The Blue Sky is a group dedicated to the worship of the sun god, Cerec, and the god of the blue sky, Aroga. They desire a peaceful life of worship, and while they do not need a certain place to conduct worship, they would like to acquire a church of some kind. A Brief History The Followers Of The Blue Sky were founded by Teric Sindarin, quite recently. He looked to the sky and saw the sun, and filled with a light, he looked to the blue sky. He decided he would name these feelings he had, and it snowballed into a religion. The history of The Followers of The Blue Sky is decided now, it is made now. However, there is a history behind Aroga and Cerec. See Myths. Language While not having a certain language aside from common, it is not unlikely to hear them say greetings and curses involving the gods they believe exist. Some examples could be ”How has Aroga been treating you?” or ”By Cerec!”. Curses using the names of the god are frowned upon, but not unheard of. Hierarchy The Hierarchy is set up by colors and weather, the closer your color or weather is to the sun’s yellow or the sky’s blue is, the higher ranked you are. The male Followers follow Cerec’s path, and the female Followers follow Aroga. The Hierarchy goes as follows, from lowest to highest. Stormy Sky / Dark Sun- The color farthest away from the sun and blue sky, and the lowest-ranked, given to recruits. Red Sun / Rainy Sky- The second-lowest color, and given to members who have been around for a while, but have not done anything do deserve a higher ranking. (( 1 IRL week, 1 year IG)) Cloudy Sky / Orange Sun- The color second-closest to the sun, and given to those who have been proven as a devotee and outstanding member of the Followers Of The Blue Sky Yellow Sun / Windy Sky- The color of the sun, only one may bear it at a time. Has almost absolute control over Followers, but a Follower may take extreme action if deemed necessary. Be warned, a Follower attacking the Yellow Sun without reason will be duly punished, with imprisonment, exile, or death. The bearer of the Yellow Sun will pass the color to an Orange Sun who is deemed worthy. After handing off their title, a Yellow Sun will become a Clear Sky. Clear Sky /Bright Sun- While not technically a more powerful color than Yellow, Clear Sky/Bright Sun is the ranking a Yellow Sun/Windy Sky will receive after passing their title to a new bearer. Bearers of the Clear Sky/BrightSun are regarded with respect and are known as wise. Behavior The Followers Of The Blue Sky are not aggressive they regard violence as a sin. When faced with a challenge, they are to the first attempt to talk their way out of a problem, second, flee, and finally, fight, but only if necessary. If a Follower must resort to violence, after a successful resolution, they must undergo a cleansing by either three Red Suns/Rainy Skies, two Orange Suns/Cloudy Skies, or the Yellow Sun/Windy Sky him/herself. On interaction with other religions, they believe that all follow Aroga and Cerec, but that they see their manifestations differently. Thus, they do not quarrel with other religions, except for worshipers of the night and the moon. On contact with any worshiper of the afore-mentioned, Followers are advised to run. And keep running. Unless, of course, cornered, then Followers may fight. Cleansing after a battle with worshipers of the night and the moon is not required. Festivities The Followers of the Blue Sky do not have a certain set of festivities, instead of joining in with other religion’s festivities and celebrating the seasonal holidays. ((Knox-o-ween, Krug-mas, the druid’s summer festival)) Clothing The Followers of the Blue Sky are required to wear a blue overcoat (any shade) with the insignia of the sun or weather, colored with their ranking, on the back. Any other clothing is allowed, as long as it does not cover the blue coat and insignia. In times of crisis, exceptions can be made. ((Ask Cloaked_#6911 for the insignia, or the whole jacket. I will skin you an entire skin, but a 10 mina fee will be applied for clothing. Adding the insignia and/or jacket is free.)) Myths It is said that the world was in darkness. No one could see, and monsters roamed the earth. Then, a blazing beam of light shot through the sky, welcoming the sun. The sun god, Cerec, rose and awakened the god of blue skies, Aroga. Together, they fought against the god of the moon, Raoz, and the god of the night, Acona. A glorious and light-filled summer was the result of Cerec’s and Aroga’s victories. Though after a time, the nights began to grow colder, and the days filled with snow. This weakened Cerec and Aroga, and the night and moon began to take more ground. The nights were long and harsh, the days with barely enough light to see. However, the season once more changed into summer, and Cerec and Aroga grew strong again. Such is the cycle of life, the constant battle of day and night. ((Wish to join The Followers of The Blue Sky? Message me on discord! (Cloaked_#6911) Constructive Criticism in the comments is welcome, I have never done this before! Credit to chaotikal for the template!)) [!] After several years, Teric would sigh and pack the coats, the banners, the hookah away. The religion had really only been a facade over his real goal, peace. Nobody seemed to want to listen. Teric didn’t know why they wanted to kill each other, they just seemed to have fun doing it. He sighed again. “Bigguns will be Bigguns, oi su’ose.” ((I hope I didn’t do anything wrong by putting this here xd))