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Threads Of Destiny(Eastern Fantasy, Sequel to Forge of Destiny)

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[X] Stop here in the glittering foyer, with your twin standing reflected on the glacier beneath raise your hands a sing for an audience with the winter of the region [+2 Xp to Expression]
 
[X] Go deeper still, where light and reflection fades, where even the ice grows black, and call to the winter maiden of this region in her home. [+2 Xp to Isolation]
 
We came into the cave for better reception, we might as well go all the way into the cave.

[X] Go deeper still, where light and reflection fades, where even the ice grows black, and call to the winter maiden of this region in her home. [+2 Xp to Isolation]
 
[X] Stop here in the glittering foyer, with your twin standing reflected on the glacier beneath raise your hands a sing for an audience with the winter of the region [+2 Xp to Expression]
 
[X] Go deeper still, where light and reflection fades, where even the ice grows black, and call to the winter maiden of this region in her home. [+2 XP to Isolation]
 
[X] Go deeper still, where light and reflection fades, where even the ice grows black, and call to the winter maiden of this region in her home. [+2 XP to Isolation]
 
[X] Stop here in the glittering foyer, with your twin standing reflected on the glacier beneath raise your hands a sing for an audience with the winter of the region [+2 Xp to Expression]
 
[X] Go deeper still, where light and reflection fades, where even the ice grows black, and call to the winter maiden of this region in her home. [+2 Xp to Isolation]
 
[X] Go deeper still, where light and reflection fades, where even the ice grows black, and call to the winter maiden of this region in her home. [+2 Xp to Isolation]
 
[X] Stop here in the glittering foyer, with your twin standing reflected on the glacier beneath raise your hands a sing for an audience with the winter of the region [+2 Xp to Expression]
 
[X] Stop here in the glittering foyer, with your twin standing reflected on the glacier beneath raise your hands a sing for an audience with the winter of the region [+2 Xp to Expression]

Ringing a doorbell instead of just walking into their house and then calling them home.
 
Another attempt at LQ's name, give me your opinions and thoughts:

The Blackwing Herald, Weaver of Clouds and Crossroads

Explanation of the name:

- Blackwing: Hands stained and burned

Observation: Coat of Arms originally referred specifically to the surcoat marked with the symbol / shield of the institution, not just the shield/ symbol. A very similar form of Heraldry is the japanese Mons and Kamons.


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdgSaHtGY4Q&t=1s&ab_channel=Let%27saskShogo%7CYourJapanesefriendinKyoto

A coat of Arms to show that she is bound by her people's desires, but not chained, rather than a weakness is something that brings comfort and elevates her and, in turn, she elevates them. They give color to her life.

Garbed in ten thousand grasping arms; each one a feather in her wings, hands stained black from touching so many hearts, so many souls . Hands stained with blood, hands stained with ink. Ten thousand hues of color blended together, each one a story, a face burned in her own soul so she never forgets.

Wings baked in the Tyrant Sun, hands burned in the Furnace of War, burned from reaching out, but persevering, holding the memory of the Fallen. The Coat of Arms of the Blackwing Herald.
(Dreamwalking the General, Tonghou Burning Library at the Moons' tribulation)

Inspiration for this part:

yrsillar said:
The shadow she cast, a black winged shape upon the ice, stretched further still and from it emerged the shadow of a multitude of strings, like rays of light in negative. Ling Qi felt strange, she was herself and her shadow, the ice below and the whirling wind that blew away the leaves. She was the word she had spoken, which did not emerge as sound but instead raw will, impressed upon the dream.
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Ling Qi blinked, shaken from her thoughts, and realized the room was filling with a clinging silvery mist, it curled in long spiraling fingers around Li Siyun, and crept up the walls. She inhaled, and the Mist pulled back in, vanishing under the hem of her gown and into her sleeves. "Sorry, my domain is able to express again, but I can miss reigning it in after so long without need."
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Moons' road trip, Tonghou's Burning Library (origin of the Wind Thief art)

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"It is not something to concern yourself over just yet," the Dreaming Moon said. Ling Qi followed her as she approached the furnace, glancing only briefly at the man, he showed no sign of noticing their presence. Her attention returned to the Dreaming Moon as the spirit reached into the fire, swirling her fingers through the rising smoke. A few weak and sparkling lights winked into being, rising from the ashes at the bottom of the furnace to twine around her hands like a cloud of sickly fireflies.

The fire flickered, and the man burning books shivered, glancing around in concern. He glanced suspiciously a the remaining books in the crate, and then hurried to shove a new stick of tinder into the furnace, making the flames burn higher and hotter. The Dreaming Moon withdrew her hand, and looked sadly on as they faded one by one. All around them, the world seemed to slow down again. The movements of the man, the flickering of the flames, even the wind all slowed and them stopped, color bleeding from the world until only Ling Qi and the spirits remained in motion.

Ling Qi glanced around warily. "...Is this what we're doing then, stealing these books?" She asked.

"No, one way or another, they will burn today," The Hidden Moon said somberly.

"So, since you picked up my two scholarly sisters, your gonna have to do some studying!" The Grinning Moon explained cheerfully.

"In the end, we can only advise and give opportunities. What is passed on is your choice," the Dreaming Moon.

Letting go of Hanyi's hand, Ling Qi reached down to pick up the book on the top of the pile, but found it immovable, stuck in place like everything else.

"No, no, it's not as simple as that," the Grinning Moon laughed.

The dreaming moon spread her arms and the furnace sprang to life, the flames roaring into an inferno.

"This is not the first burning of knowledge witnessed by this city, and it will not be the last," The Hidden Moon said quietly. She raised Xin's hands and the flames shifted and flowed, dripping downward like water to form steps even as they billowed out hollowing out until she could see a facsimile of the Sect's archive shelves forged entirely from flame. Drifting sparks and ash twisted into the shape of words and pages, flickering to the surface only to sink back in a moment later.
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- Herald: Diplomat and Keeper of Stories

She is the Blackwing Herald, A Diplomat and Master of Ceremonies, responsible for the stories and symbols that bind and split apart people, the First Hand across the divide.

A hungry wraith dressed in Yearning and Sacrifice, The Thief of Names and Stories. A symbol to aspire and inspire, be it horror or awe, an Idea made manifest. The people's Champion.

The one who drains the world of color and motion, of past and future creating an endless present, a silent and monochrome landscape of black, white and grey ready to be recolored again, a last chance for them to redefine themselves (Maybe Biyu will be the painter?). If the Grinning Moon is the joy of the present, LQ is the woe; the sadness of people with no past and no future, that desperate yearning for meaning. LQ is their Champion, the people's Champion.

Inspirations for this part:
yrsillar said:
She inclined her head, and left the embassy.

She made it twenty whole paces before the world slowed down, its colors bleeding out.

"You performed well, student."
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Wide as the world, stretching beyond comprehension, wisps of white the only stains in an infinite expanse. The feeling of soaring, freedom from the bonds of the earth, able to travel whatever direction one wished.

Colors, hues beyond counting splashed across the world, casting it in their light. The shadows of mountains and hills and cities silhouetted against the setting and rising sun. The white cloak of winter, setting all the world a-glitter. The stormy ides of spring, awakening chaos and bringing life to the world.

Noise and life. The howl of the wind through the mountaintops. The cries of birds migrating to and from far lands. The whisper of the breeze in the streets carrying all the scents of life.
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"Honored Lords, The bunker was, I remind you, far from imperial lands, even accounting for recent expansion. Who would imagine that even the Hui would run so far? Neither I, nor General Xia believes that this reflects poorly on the Wang clan," Xia Lin said politely. She waited a moment and the man waved her on. Below, we found a nest of giant spiders, who seemed convinced that they were but waiting for a 'Day of Return'. Upon dispatching them, we descended below and found the Corpse Immortal, lurking in a sealed chamber writing foul screeds denigrating the rightful lords of the province as traitors. Luckily, though he had once been a higher cultivator, his powers had rotted enough that the Baroness and I were able to slay him. He gave his name as Hui Peng."

There was silence for a moment, and then Ling Qi felt the pressure shift away as Cai Shenhua turned her gaze on Diao Linqin. "Darling, remind me, which one of the vermin was that, you have a better memory for these things."

"There were four living Hui Peng's at the time of your ascension," Diao Linqin said demurely. "Three were accounted for, which would make this one… the Duke's herald. I believe he announced your first suite to the court."
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- Weaver of Clouds and Crossroads: Agent of Change and Choice

Like Weft and Warp, Heaven and Earth, Wings and Roots. The first promise of LQ, to not abandon her roots and to carry them ever forward, ever higher.

She wants to create Crossroads, the place where ways meet and momentous things happen, to give meaning and solidarity to both Mortals and Immortals, to bind people together and create greater choice and abundance. She wants her family to have choices and color to paint their futures, to not be constricted by lack and need.

She wants to create Clouds / Mists to shield people, to protect them from the deadly light of the Sun, so that they can prosper and thrive. A world with more than deafening shouts and War chants, a world with poems, prayers and songs of all kinds .


Final Thoughts:

I really like this idea, using the concept/ pun of Coat of Arms brings Dress-chan to the forefront and merges its role with LQ's for good or ill, so we will have to be a little careful to not overshadow it with this idea, but we will practically guarantee a SUPREME MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION!!!

The color aspect is kinda cool too, but suffers from the same problems of having to be careful to not encroach on people's stuff (Biyu, the painter), but overrall I think it's a solid idea. What are your thoughts, people?
 
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[X] Go deeper still, where light and reflection fades, where even the ice grows black, and call to the winter maiden of this region in her home. [+2 Xp to Isolation]
 
[X] Go deeper still, where light and reflection fades, where even the ice grows black, and call to the winter maiden of this region in her home. [+2 XP to Isolation]
 
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Poem: Isolation
  • Apocrypha
    • Isolation


    In the cold, in the mountain, I reflect
    The sky with its hateful stars and weak sun
    The stone with crushing weight which I reject
    The stream of flowing water which is my son


    I do not cry as they leave me alone
    I can only sing as they look away
    As my song quiets, I will not atone
    For I choose to be ignored where I stay


    As I choose to reflect what I am not
    I find peace and quiet in my still night
    Loneliness in the soul will be my lot
    So my snow will be tranquil, soft, and white


    For I have undying fascinations
    with my quiet enduring isolations​
     
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    • Adhoc vote count started by EternalObserver on Mar 28, 2024 at 6:16 PM, finished with 139 posts and 98 votes.
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    Since Isolation has a good lead, I might as well play a little of Devil's advocate:

    The glittering foyer rightfully remembers me of mirrors. Mist and Mirrors... Smoke and Mirrors?

    The importance of appearance and showmanship, the idea of faking till you make it. The ability of a person to remake yourself despite all the odds stacked against you, just like our old mentor.

    Winter, a time of reflections and belief, the ending of the past world and the hopeful anticipation of a better one, all of it encapsulated in a grand festival for all to partake and remember that within them there is that power to change yourself and the world.
     
    [X] Stop here in the glittering foyer, with your twin standing reflected on the glacier beneath raise your hands a sing for an audience with the winter of the region [+2 Xp to Expression]

    I like the image of the reflection.
     
    [X] Stop here in the glittering foyer, with your twin standing reflected on the glacier beneath raise your hands a sing for an audience with the winter of the region [+2 Xp to Expression]
     
    No need to spoil greatness.

    [X] Stop here in the glittering foyer, with your twin standing reflected on the glacier beneath raise your hands a sing for an audience with the winter of the region [+2 Xp to Expression]
     
    [X] Stop here in the glittering foyer, with your twin standing reflected on the glacier beneath raise your hands a sing for an audience with the winter of the region [+2 Xp to Expression]
     
    [X] Go deeper still, where light and reflection fades, where even the ice grows black, and call to the winter maiden of this region in her home. [+2 Xp to Isolation]
     
    [X] Stop here in the glittering foyer, with your twin standing reflected on the glacier beneath raise your hands a sing for an audience with the winter of the region [+2 Xp to Expression]
     
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