[IC] Nuvuya (New Spirit) - A revolutionary fantasy

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The mists spew forth across the backspine of the world, the numerous civilizations in their feuding and the machine wars having died down after two decades of steamy warfare it would seem that for once, the world of Sayari would be at peace. Of course, peace is but a breather for the next disaster around the corner, and with the advancements made in recent times each disaster has only gotten deadlier. The magical elite, however would stay seemingly unscathed despite the mass deaths in just the past 100 years alone. Little, oh so little they know, how near the end is. But for now, let us bask in the old order and watch them live, oblivious to the coming of the Nuvuya and the global liberation one can feel in the rising sun. The world is vast, let me tell of some places. The world is held together at the equator by a unimaginably vast mountain range, so vast it stretches around much of the equator sans the oceanic passages between the southern and northern hemispheres. There really isn't much equivalent to it on earth, simply put the mountains at the equator sprawl and sprawl, connecting multiple landmasses into a collective super contenient called Titania. One of the larger mountains, Mediadia is known to host ancient ruins of long bygone civilizations of the palefolk who dwelled in the depths. Nowadays the mountain is home to a monster whose known simply as the Beast of Mediodia. To the southern most lands, south of the southern seas the Vraikan have made a living off the raiding of cultures to the lands north of their confederacy. Recently unified kin, the Vraikan seek only plunder and have the advancements in weapon technology to do so. Those who go trading in the southern passage, be wary. More information shall come in time.

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Mount High Noon Mafuta with his six wives and thirty kids seated themselves at the massive table. Shabby and square, with beige coloring and grey triangles patterned throughout and stained from some of the young-lings spilling their chunky soup all over this table is the same table Mafuta his entire existence has seen. The same chunky soup every single day. The rocky walls, the wooden stools everyone sits on, all the same in what is a quite claustrophobic abode. There was a place for everyone to sleep, a place to eat and a place to release the black and yellow bile. Mafuta, chunky a man weighing 210 pounds and only 5' 3" in height found happiness in only his kids and wives, who have been with him as long as he can remember. But Mafuta found the life he lives incredibly boring. The landlord of High Noon however insisted he stay, telling him that he is safe in this little abode hidden away from the rest of the landlord's fiefdom. That he threatens his whole family by wanting to be outside his abode. Yet, at the age of thirty with six wives and thirty children and living the same boring life since birth he had to see if something really was out there, to see if there is more to life than eating chunky soup, having sex, pooping and sleeping. So, knowing that leaving by himself would threaten the whole family, he decided to do something completely revolutionary: He would leave his house with all six of his wives and all thirty of his children. And it will be awesome! (sorry for short post, it's incomplete)

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Aboard the Vraikanese turret ship Adventure Capitalist Captain Ruhk's eyes were near inseparable from his scissor periscope the moment he received a report from one of the rocket glider aviators that he had sighted a group of ships passing through the area on his last sweep. A young officer eager to prove himself, he had rushed his vessel ahead of the rest of the formation to get to his quarry first. While this would be a serious breach of conduct in most any other service, the Vraikanese encouraged taking initiative and action. The fact that the ship's meterologist had reported a storm was rolling in only added to the foolishness of his endeavour, but he was not to be deterred. Unfortunately for the legs of everyone onboard, the Adventure Capitalist was of an older make than most of the other ships of the fleet, and suffered from a low freeboard, as many earlier designs did. Consequently, the raging waves were liable to wash over the deck, leaving all of the crew drenched and miserable. All except Captain Ruhk, who seemed far too focused on his daydreaming of glory to come to care. Soon enough Ruhk spotted the distant smoke erupting from the funnels of steamships visible on the horizon. He grinned broadly. However, the members of the crew who ventured to look back behind them found that their own fleet was even farther behind them than their target was close to them. This only exacerbated their bad mood. Ruhk at last parted from the periscope and rushed out to the very tip of the bow of the ship. He drew his officer's saber and pointed it directly ahead of him. "Look! There they are! Shoot them! Shoot them lots! Perforate theeem!" He cried. Joji, his gunnery officer, calmly walked up to him and tapped him the shoulder. "Firstly, they are much too far away. Second of all, our turrets, given their arrangement, can only fire to port or starboard. I know you previously served upon one of our more modern vessels that is capable of what you demand of us, but you mustn't forget that this one is not that one." He explained, then sighed. "You're getting ahead of yourself." "No, get the ship ahead of myself! I--I mean, increase speed! Bring us close enough to see their ludicrously ugly paint jobs!" Ruhk demanded. Joji shook his head. "Third of all, I am in charge of your guns. Nothing more. Fourth and hopefully finally of all, the engine is already damaged from the strain you've been putting upon it for the last few days of travel. The machinists have already warned you against overloading the coal furnace any further." Ruhk sighed and dropped cross legged, his hands on his cheeks. This only exacerbated his drenching, but he did not seem to mind. What he did mind was that he couldn't get those ships -now-!

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Mount High Noon, special chamber Without much effort, Mafuta managed to convince his children and wives to leave their abode. Of course, with such loyal family whose names are numbered? Starting with pinates pocos chicos uno a diaz, going on to poca gorda bocada chicas once a diecineuve, than joven bocados viente a treinta, along with his wives vieja pero dulce mujheres uno a seis. Finally there is Mufata himself, gordo bocado ocho. (However, Mafuta tends to be the name he sees himself as having, which incidentally means oil). Quickly Mufata found out that convincing his single dimensional children and nondescript wives whose personalities Mafuta viewed as different, despite thinking incredibly similar and acting homogeneously based on Mafuta's own behavior, to be the easy part. Pushing open a door normally shut, using help from his bocado jovens, managed to break open the wooden door that stood as a barrier to the outside world. Yet the stone embossed door way Mafuta and his wives, than children walked through turned out to not lead to anywhere green. Instead, the outside world proved to be dank, dark and disorienting with their uneven, stepped stones. Little light shined down the dark, cavernous tunnel. The darkness didn't dissuade Mafuta, instead made Mafuta want to wander further into the darkness, oblivious to what could be beyond the veil. Dark Cave Tunnels A couple of his kids cried, but Mafuta told them to quiet, the children complying on hearing their father's word. He is the rooster of the flock, and so it is that Mafuta pushed onward, despite not seeing anything at all in the dark corridors. With the absence of sight, and the smell of ash only touch and sound found use by Mufata, his six wives and thirty children. The light from his little home faded away, and the whole family from the tiniest chico to the biggest muhjere found themselves shrouded in darkness, relying on feeling their way through the dark corridor. "We no go back fat morsel man?" Vieja Pera Dulce Muhjere Cinco asks her husband. "No." He states, as he felt his way forwards, the walls claustrophobic in size, increasingly so. "I want to go back home now!" a Joven shouts. "No." Mufata tells the Joven, feeling his way forwards stubbornly. As far as he concerned himself, the only way at this point is onward- surely there must be a light at the end of this dank, rocky and smelly corridor! The rocky floor hurt the feet, but not incredibly so. The rocks did make their mark on the bottom of the bare feet everyone had. Why, the only clothing everyone in Mufata’s family wearing being cloth tunics that are worn pretty much since birth, handing down the smaller tunics to the little children while the adults had the big ones. Some of the tunics obviously are undersized, others oversized and all universally dirty. The dank corridor started to get colder. “It. It cold. Can we please go back mafuta?” One of the boys asked. “No.” Mafuta, again, replied to his family. Too determined Mafuta found himself, as well he didn’t even believe he could go back at this point. Five minutes of walking down the corridor and in darkness for most of that time made him lose his sense of where his home even was. However, Mafuta continued to believe he would find light again. The ground started to rumble and shake, tiny rocks fell from the ceilings on a couple of the kids bruising arms and shoulders. “I wanna go home!” a couple kids cried. “NO!” Mafuta shouted. “We never will go ba-“ Suddenly, a massive hand ripped through the ceiling of the corridors, a hand five times bigger than a human. Light flared up, overwhelming the family as six of the kids suddenly got crushed by the back of the corridor collapsing in, the tunnel in front of Mafuta caving in. Suddenly coming into view as the corridor begun falling apart, a massive eye, 2 feet in radius looked down upon the family. Everyone found themselves stunned in shock at it. Mafuta the instant he saw the beast nearly fainted, several members of his own family fainted and one of his wives having a heart attack, mercifully dying before the monster begun to even speak. Massive the beast’s lair- carved out in ancient times by civilizations lost to history, glowing from the starry ceiling full of massive glowworms that could entrap a human and the luminous pools of water. Serene beauty it proved to be. Mafuta saw something truly spectacular. Not green, but cobalt and stony, the glowing environments however paled away as the massive monster came more into view. Mafuta’s jaw dropped, his eyes completely fixated in the conflict of shock, awe and dread. Since he knew the second the monster came into view that he minus well be dead. Pale in horror, Mafuta begun to worry about his family, the only people he knew from birth crying to them “I should have listened!” repeatedly and inanely, “I should have Listened!” “My advisers told you that by leaving you threatened your whole family.” Bellowed the beast, his voice echoing throughout his lair, the ground rumbling at its very speech. It is the landlord of Mediodia, better known as the beast of Mediodia.