VixereI got my copy of Conquest today! Way earlier than I expected too.
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Yeah, maybe I should have gone to a GameStop. >~>
Because my delivery might just be delayed, between tonight and Tuesday.
Of course this means I should be off of Tumblr for awhile; lest I get the urge to reblog every Corrinx[sibling] image with this one:
I don't care how they justify it, it's still creepy as hell. Obvious. Reasons.
Because my delivery might just be delayed, between tonight and Tuesday.
Of course this means I should be off of Tumblr for awhile; lest I get the urge to reblog every Corrinx[sibling] image with this one:
I don't care how they justify it, it's still creepy as hell. Obvious. Reasons.
Aaaaand my copy of Fates will be arriving by 8:00 PM Western Time. I can hold back the hype. I totally can.
Implying that hype is a besieging—
Implying that hype is a besieging—
I've been adding text; got Daein and Kilvas mostly done so far, in terms of broad-swaths concepts.
A Bestial Empire
GALLIA WIP
The Best Real Estate in Town
"This is the life! Not a single Blood Pact or binding contract with bearded gizzards, and a whole lot more land to get a proper view. It's all great..."
--reported closing statement in King Naesala's christening of the new Plutocracy of Kilvas.
It's as if every raven in Tellius woke up one morning and saw glimmers of coin in their eyes. With the Goddess satisfied and peaceful, the crows of Kilvas turned to the future of their island kingdom with a ... legitimate business. Rather than piracy, which would no longer pay the bills in the long term, Kilvas turned to doing what it had done under the table:
Sales of artifacts, deeds, rare property, and even archaeological finds. It's biggest customer for the first fifty or so years remained Begnion, but soon the more affluent across Tellius came to appreciate Kilvasian salesmanship. And soon, what was once a kingdom became an island of business moguls.
Arguably, the one to benefit the most from this new order in Kilvas was ex-King Naesala. In his older age, he had become something of an even greater fast-talker than he had previously been. He and his queen Leanne lived like a pair of playboys, though Leanne did have her share of concerns about their kingdom's new lavish practices.
To be perfectly fair, the real estate in Kilvas does have a killer ocean view on all sides. One could even see Phoenicis from Naesala's manor, where the Raven King routinely makes vulgar gestures to the eyes and ears of the Hawk King. It's a different kind of diplomacy, even if passingly familiar...
KILVAS WIP
A Deserted Land
GOLDOA WIP
The New Order of Dawn
"I always knew it would have come to pass, but it is impossible to turn away from the burden I have chosen."
— Queen Micaiah I of Daein, on the subject of Sothe's passing.
Daein began its new life under the reign of Queen Micaiah and King Sothe as a nation surprisingly similar to Crimea. Under her reign initially, the people of Daein were slowly but surely beginning to turn away from their own prejudices towards the Laguz. Reconstruction efforts had advanced far more quickly than anticipated. The world sighed a collective sigh of relief that Daein wasn't going to suffer from another tyrant, another Ashnard.
But then, the cracks began to show once more. It began with the questions of Queen Micaiah's attachments to the newly-elevated Dawn Brigade. It wasn't just chronyism, her detractors posited, but an attachment of the heart that would not bear their shortened lifespans compared to hers. What of King Sothe? Would she be even more devastated if he passed before she?
The first came with members of the old Dawn Brigade. First it was Leonardo, passing at the end of a happy life, then Edward, then Laura, and Aran. With each one, the queen insisted that she would not lose sight of Daein's interests. The people were reassured at first, but still others felt this was a front...
Then, hardy Nolan, and still others.
As natural as their deaths were, each one reinforced to the people that Queen Micaiah's reign would span multiple generations. Each passing Dawn Brigader in turn reinforced to Micaiah that she couldn't see Daein as synonymous with her friends and loved ones solely.
When Sothe passed, something changed in Micaiah. While still outwardly kind and compassionate, her hand became heavier, her policies made with stronger force. Soon, the people noted that Daein's public officials had taken on an aesthetic bearing a strong resemblance to the Order of Dawn. It was as if Ashera had reawakened.
Today, the Knights Order of the New Dawn are the hand of Queen Micaiah. Outwardly chivalrous and righteous, they are seen outside of Daein as zealous enforcers. Queen Micaiah herself has fashioned herself as a mother to her people — many in Daein even worship her as a demigoddess in their own right, having lost a lot of awareness of her Branded heritage. She occupies the throne of Daein as a (mostly) benevolent ruler, though the years have given her a harsh, sharpened edge.
[[WIP, covers Daein]]
Catherin had started these lessons thinking that there would not be an audience. She thought wrong, and knew that much the moment she had noticed that Ser Nikalos (of course it was him) took a pair of his trainee Knights to guard her during every demonstration, every application, every errand, every assignment, and every lecture they managed to catch up to her for. This one was no different, indeed—and it had started with a bit of frustration on her part.
Fire was easy to handle, comparatively. Once conjured it had a certain painterly flow to it, like spinning an easel in one's fingers. Headmaster Ezeras's instruction had been harsh at first even with fire—a critical gaze following critical words towards form and movement—but soon enough she took to using up bits of her magic to start the hearth in her own room. It was easier than constantly slaving over a match, she found. Others at the academy would have called fire magic uncontrollable, but with her use of it the princess found it to be a surprisingly calm force.
Wind was a little more unruly, but had a similar way of working. It had better applications for little pranks, as she found out the hard way when she tried to "blow dry" Dorian's magnificently fluffy hair. "Blow drying," she found out the hard way, wasn't supposed to include stray dust and twigs and the like, not even as accidental accessories. Pine cones were not supposed to be entangled that way.
Thunder, though? Thunder, oh thunder, that was a spell that today just didn't seem to agree with her at first. Fire had a habit of staying in her hand. The crackling of lightning? It needed a point of direction; it was demanding, like holding onto a sword too heavy for her wrist. It took a few tries just to even get used to the difference in mood between these two elements. Thunder would never want to stay in the same place twice.
At least that's what she thought after the first few mistakes: jumping at the first sound of a thunderclap, fizzling the rest of the spell with a jerky movement, and even giving herself enough of a shock to make the hair on her head stand up on end.
It came as a surprise to her when she heard Ezeras's approval, and even more to her surprise when she finally managed to call a lightning bolt exactly where she pointed it. She couldn't help but smile with the latter fact. She imagined going home to the palace, ruffling little Hauchefort's hair and listening to him laugh as he would watch his hair follow her crackling fingertips, or poking Martin's armor just to watch him jolt in surprise. But her moment of daydreaming melted away in time to register that she had been dismissed. She tilted her head in a bow towards the headmaster.
"What to do..." She muttered. "What to do..." She reviewed her schedule. Lesson? Check...hm. The room's all in order...but at the rate I'm learning these spells, I'll need a bookshelf for the El-spells! Boredom set in after these early lessons fairly easily, like the inevitable hangover at dawn. They always felt shorter than the hours passing made them seem, she thought. She turned on one heel, noting her audience with a a beaming smile. She approached her retinue with a bounding step.
"Isn't it amazing?" She said. "The possibilities? If only..." She trailed off after one look at Ser Nikalos glower grimace. ...better I be able to shoot lightning from my fingertips than be sitting on a throne all day, she thought, keeping a giddy smile to try and hide her thoughts. "Um, anyway, now that Headmaster Ezeras's lesson is over...is there anything else on the schedule today?" She paced a little. "I was thinking, perhaps, procuring a new bookshelf. It's getting a little crowded in my chambers..."
Fire was easy to handle, comparatively. Once conjured it had a certain painterly flow to it, like spinning an easel in one's fingers. Headmaster Ezeras's instruction had been harsh at first even with fire—a critical gaze following critical words towards form and movement—but soon enough she took to using up bits of her magic to start the hearth in her own room. It was easier than constantly slaving over a match, she found. Others at the academy would have called fire magic uncontrollable, but with her use of it the princess found it to be a surprisingly calm force.
Wind was a little more unruly, but had a similar way of working. It had better applications for little pranks, as she found out the hard way when she tried to "blow dry" Dorian's magnificently fluffy hair. "Blow drying," she found out the hard way, wasn't supposed to include stray dust and twigs and the like, not even as accidental accessories. Pine cones were not supposed to be entangled that way.
Thunder, though? Thunder, oh thunder, that was a spell that today just didn't seem to agree with her at first. Fire had a habit of staying in her hand. The crackling of lightning? It needed a point of direction; it was demanding, like holding onto a sword too heavy for her wrist. It took a few tries just to even get used to the difference in mood between these two elements. Thunder would never want to stay in the same place twice.
At least that's what she thought after the first few mistakes: jumping at the first sound of a thunderclap, fizzling the rest of the spell with a jerky movement, and even giving herself enough of a shock to make the hair on her head stand up on end.
It came as a surprise to her when she heard Ezeras's approval, and even more to her surprise when she finally managed to call a lightning bolt exactly where she pointed it. She couldn't help but smile with the latter fact. She imagined going home to the palace, ruffling little Hauchefort's hair and listening to him laugh as he would watch his hair follow her crackling fingertips, or poking Martin's armor just to watch him jolt in surprise. But her moment of daydreaming melted away in time to register that she had been dismissed. She tilted her head in a bow towards the headmaster.
"What to do..." She muttered. "What to do..." She reviewed her schedule. Lesson? Check...hm. The room's all in order...but at the rate I'm learning these spells, I'll need a bookshelf for the El-spells! Boredom set in after these early lessons fairly easily, like the inevitable hangover at dawn. They always felt shorter than the hours passing made them seem, she thought. She turned on one heel, noting her audience with a a beaming smile. She approached her retinue with a bounding step.
"Isn't it amazing?" She said. "The possibilities? If only..." She trailed off after one look at Ser Nikalos glower grimace. ...better I be able to shoot lightning from my fingertips than be sitting on a throne all day, she thought, keeping a giddy smile to try and hide her thoughts. "Um, anyway, now that Headmaster Ezeras's lesson is over...is there anything else on the schedule today?" She paced a little. "I was thinking, perhaps, procuring a new bookshelf. It's getting a little crowded in my chambers..."
Right back atchya.
That kind of thing is definitely an intuition thing and so subjective that it isn't even funny.
That kind of thing is definitely an intuition thing and so subjective that it isn't even funny.
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