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September 21, 2020
One of the most popular leisure activities in the Kingdom of Kymer is going to the theater. Because of this, actors, singers, and playwrights (especially those working in the capital city of Kymeroi) are typically some of the most well-known individuals within the kingdom.
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September 20, 2020
One of the Kingdom of Kymer's major exports is Smokeflower, a beautiful flowering plant that comes in a wide variety of colors and has a very sweet aroma. Its name comes from the fact that it can be smoked for psychoactive effects, however, despite this, a large amount of the demand for the plant is the result of it simply being a rare and desirable decoration.
September 19, 2020
Most magic-users in Abijungya are not able to cast spells alone and need a partner in order to use any magic. Any two magic-users can cast spells as partners, but spells become more powerful and easier to cast as the bond between the two magic-users becomes greater. This is why spellcasters in Abijungya are typically found in pairs, many of whom are family members, lovers, or life-long friends. Some magic-users are able to cast spells without a partner, however this is an extremely rare phenomenon within the realm.
Making up for the lost time, Adam worked into the night. After singing Radish to sleep with the lullaby, Adam went to gather more mud to finish the remaining hand. This would be his solution for Radish.
The night was dark, the moon nearly nonexistent. Adam could hear animals rustling as he lugged back the final load. Only once the body was complete could he begin to invite magic into it. It was then he saw it out of the corner of his eye. Yellow eyes, glinting in the dark. The silhouette of a beast could barely be made out by Adam’s keen eye at the edge of the plateau.
Panic. Sheer, utter terror seized Adam’s mind. Without thinking, Adam sprinted for his shack. “Radish,” he breathed. The seconds it took to reach the wooden structure seemed hours. Bursting through the door, he found his son safe, asleep. Adam sank to the floor in relief, the fear that had consumed him beginning to slowly seep away. Adam glanced at his hand. Somehow, he hadn’t lost too much of the mud, enough that he would be able to complete the figure. Sighing, he turned to the door, barring with the heavy pot he planned to give to the kind fish people. No beast would enter the hut on his watch. Taking the mud to the planks where the body lay, Adam began his work.
The sun’s rays entered the shack through the cracks between the logs that made up its frame. Adam, though a bit tired, was satisfied with his work. A golem’s figure lay before him, slightly cracked in some places where the mud had dried incorrectly, but it would more than serve its purpose. All that was left was some runing over the body, a piece of parchment or bark to write upon, and perhaps the hardest-to-obtain ingredient. A gourd to place atop the inanimate frame. Adam hadn’t seen any such plants on his journey and he doubted he would find any such around the area. Slightly crushed, Adam still had his hopes. The air was growing colder each day, which greatly worried him. He had to find one soon.
Radish roused himself soon after, greeting his father with a hug to the knee. Adma smiled and placed his hand around his son, hugging him to his leg. Then, opening the door he had barred in the night he searched the horizon for the beast. With the threat not in sight, Adam allowed Radish to run out to play in the morning frost. Mist clung to the mountains, hiding the features in a sheath of fog.
Adam shook his head wryly. The cold made his limbs feel stiff, as though they might crack and crumble. The memories of playing in the snow when he was with Father also tainted the winter weather.
“He loved you. And you murdered him,” a small voice whispered in his mind.
“Father was going to kill Radish, I had to save him.” Adam argued back.
“You didn’t stop after saving Radish. You hunted him down, smashed his body to a pulp.”
Adam had no answer.
“He loved you. Radish loves you. Are you going to kill him too?”
“Never!” Adam shouted into the crisp air. Bringing himself back to reality, he noticed Radish looking at him strangely.
“It was nothing son.” The statement did nothing to dissuade Radish’s concern. “I made something for you.” Now that got the small golem’s attention. Adam quickly went back into the hut, collecting the toy he had made for his son in the night. It was a house, more detailed and sturdier than the structure they resided in. It wasn’t terribly large, but enough that Radish would likely enjoy it as a scenic structure. Sure enough, as soon as he was presented with it, the little golem ran off to collect his other toys. Satisfied in his distraction, Adam sat, watching the sun slowly melt the frost off the grass. He would have to search for the gourd today, hopefully it would be somewhere close. Otherwise… He couldn’t think of the alternative.
Again, Adam was brought back to reality, this time by Radish. His son ran up pointing in the direction he had just come. Looking up, the large golem could see the fish people, the same three as before, coming along the plateau. “Searching for gourds can be done another day,” thought Adam as he waved at the newcomers.
After the two groups exchanged greetings, Adam led them back to his house, stepping inside, he grasped the pot with his hand. It was slightly awkward to hold with his one hand, but it was more than easy enough to carry. Stepping out, he found the translator playing with Radish. Make strange sounds, the fish person moved a golem doll back and forth as his son giggled. It made Adam happy and strangely sad, as though Radish’s playtimes no longer belonged to him.
“But that’s what you want isn’t it?” said the voice. “Shut up.” replied Adam.
The large golem looked to the leader, Fionn was it? “Ready,” he lifted his hand to show the pot. The fish people’s eyes widened as they looked in awe at how easily he raised the pot. It was no extraordinary feat, but somehow it made Adam embarrassed. He quickly put his arm down.
Radish ran to Adam, clinging again to his leg. The translator person stood and seemed to ask a question at Fionn. She responded, repeating a sound Adam had heard yesterday. “Niall,” appeared to be the name of the translator.
Niall then turned to Adam. “Go village, bring gift?”
“Yes!” Adam nodded happily. Radish looks quizzically at his father. “Come along, son.”
The fish people, Fionn, Niall, and the silent one led the two golems through the gravel paths that wound through the mountains. The mist serpentining around the coils of sheer stone sometimes made the travel difficult for Adam, but with the help of his guides, he was able to manage. As the small group crested a ridge, the fog that had surrounded them lifted, and he was able to see clearly.
A valley lay below them, the white clouds still shielding the sides from the rays of the early afternoon sun. Small wisps of smoke could be seen rising from the village below, the huts and cabins seeming to be ants. The shining snow-capped peaks that ringed the valley blinded Adam for a moment, but it soon passed. It was then his eye fell upon the giant.
The massive figure dominated the range, seeming to have fallen backward upon it. Its rigid stone features blended in with the surrounding rock and greenery, but it was clearly a humanoid figure. A strange feeling ached in Adam’s chest, one he could not explain.
“Colasas.”
Adam glanced at Fionn. It was the first time they had spoken directly to him. He nodded, looking back to the giant.
“Colossus.” said the voice.
The party arrived in the valley as the sun reached its zenith, the mist that once covered the peaks having burned away to reveal the forest underneath. A horn blew from the village and a pair of gates opened in the wooden palisade. A small sense of nervousness wracked Adam’s senses, but he shook it away.
As they passed through into the village proper the golems could see that the town had gathered to watch them pass. Curious eyes from inside and out of cabins followed them as did the townspeople, filing out of their homes to trail the small group.
Fionn finally halted as they approached a small ledge that broke through the relatively flat ground. Climbing upon it, the leader turned to the villagers who had followed them. Sounds and noises came out of their mouth, things impossible for the golems to understand. The crowd seemed hesitant, almost as if they were terrified of the earthen beings. At last, she gestured to Adam. Thinking quickly, he held up his pot.
“Hello!” he rumbled.
The villagers appeared shocked, just as Fionn and the others had when he had spoken to them the first time. Then excited. Clapping started at the back, then spread quickly. While Adam had never heard such a cacophony before, he felt as though they were happy noises. Radish clung to his leg, unwilling to let go and face the onlookers.
Fionn appeared suddenly beside him. They gestured ahead, to a small stream that ran through the village. It sprung from a crack at the top of a boulder pile, where it cascaded down back into the rocks. There was no room for any kind of basin or well to draw the water from, but the pot he held would work perfectly. Placing the pot so it intercepted the stream, it began to fill. Clapping once more thundered through the air, the villagers jumping excitedly. Radish buried his head into Adam’s leg, where he was still attached.
With his hand now freed from the burden of the pot, Fionn offered hers. With all the gentleness and delicacy of handling an egg, Adam took it, bending down slightly to do so. Leading him away from the basin, the villagers rushed in, bringing pots and jars and other such transportation devices to fill. After they had reached their fill, the villagers returned to the ledge, some placing their jars down to clap happily. Fionn raised Adam’s hand as high as they could, which wasn’t very far.
“Tagair eòlas!” She shouted.
“Tagair eòlas!” The crowd roared back.
Adam looked at Niall, seeking understanding. Niall smiled, “Claim Friend.”
Turning back to the crowd, Adam rumbled, “Tagare eullus!”
Even with his butchering of the phrase, the villagers seemed to understand, vigorously applauding their approval.
Though Radish still hid on his leg, Adam smiled. They had made friends with the neighbors.
With the celebration at an end, much of the town rushed back to their homes with their newly acquired water. Some stayed, approaching Adam. Mostly children, it seemed as though they wished to touch the strange creature that was now their friend. Adam’s glowing purple scars around his missing arm seemed of particular interest to the few adults. Adam protectively cradled Radish in his arm but nodded at them to approach. Soon his legs were covered in small hands, eagerly feeling his clay skin. Occasionally a hand would touch one of his scars and a shot of hot fire would run through Adam. He did his best to keep from flinching. He sat there as the hours passed, greeting each villager that would come. Eventually though, the sun began to set and the tide of greetings began to subside. Fionn again arrived at his side, taking his hand and leading him to an empty cabin. It was small, it was cramped, but it was something. Exhausted by the day’s events, Adam set Radish down on the woolen cot provided to them before beginning the lullaby that would send them to sleep. For the first time in a long while, Adam allowed the night to take him.
The village crowd was utterly silent as the three figures returned. The sheer fact that they were alive and unharmed spoke volumes of the encounter with the talamh nàimh. The toisiche made her way along the rugged path, standing on a small ledge above the onlooking denizens. Her companions halted behind her, awaiting orders.
“The talamh nàimh are not an immediate threat. We are safe for now. My advisors and I will discuss our options regarding them.”
Muttering immediately broke out among the assembled osyatao. They were all nervous, such a present danger was bound to keep tensions high. But, at the words of their chieftess, they were willing to go about their lives, if with greater caution. The toisiche and her companions made their way to the hall, the crowd making way for them.
As Fionnaghal pushed aside the crude wooden door that led into the ramshackle cabin she inhaled, preparing herself for the coming confrontation. The building was long, accommodating a large table that she and her advisors would use to discuss things of importance. It was also where celebrations and such would take place during the winter months. Today though, a serious mood persisted in the air as the advisors awaited her.
“Toisiche,” the advisors rang out as they stood to attention. Fionnaghal gave a nod and they sat looking expectantly as she made her way to her seat at the head of the table. As soon as she sat Dubhshìth, her father, called out from her left side, “what did you learn?”
“They are peaceful, and they can speak.” Muttering broke out for a moment before someone said, “they’ve never done that.”
“The large one speaks the tongue of the Aiolians so Niall O'Beirnei was able to translate a small amount,” she gestured to one of her companions, “the large one said its name is Adam, the smaller is Radish.” Someone at the table quickly stifled a small laugh. Fionnaghal nodded in acknowledgement at the humor of the name. “They appear to be at peace, “Adam” named itself friend.” Mumbling once more swept through the room. “And as is custom, so did we.”
Uproar. Never had the osyatao dealt with the Aiolian nàimh in any capacity, never had any peace offering been offered, never had any treaty been attempted. Yet now, in the midst of what could be a threat to their very survival, their chieftess had offered the enemy hospitality.
Fionnaghal waited for the cacophony to die, but it was only halted by the pounding of her Dubhshìth’s gavel upon the table. “Silence!” he boomed, cutting off the majority of the assembly. Cries turned to strangled whispers as he turned to his daughter. “Toisiche,” he said, maintaining formality, “why have you done such a thing?”
Fionnaghal stood. “These talamh nàimh are unlike any we have seen. They are almost childish, especially the smaller. The large one has clearly suffered and was more than willing to welcome us into its abode.” Whispers once again began to spread like a plague. “They presented us with a gift.”
Silence. Gifts were very important to the osyatao. It signified trust, respect, and a deep bond between the giver and receiver. Such a thing was unheard of coming from an enemy. Unless it was a trap of course. The osyatao had much experience with that as well. In the silence the toisiche continued.
“It is a large pot, one that was too heavy for us to carry. It can be used to pool water from the spring, or collect the tears of the gods.” The assembly remained silent. “You know the ancient rites as well as I. A gift must be accepted, a gift must be exchanged. We have honored the code for generations. We cannot stop now.”
“What if it is some Aiolian deceit?”
“I do not believe it is. It is not in their nature to let beings such as the talamh be free to settle and live. They are not our enemies, of that I am confident.”
Fionnaghal gazed at the osyatao surrounding the table. “I leave you to your decision. Honor the ancient rites and allow the large talamh to present its gift, or shame our ancestors.”
With that, the chieftess sat, allowing her advisors to discuss. As the sun began to sink below the horizon, they at last fell silent. Dubhshìth turned to Fionnaghal.
“We will allow the nàmh to present its gift.”
Fionnaghal nodded. “Good.”
“We are unsure what to give it in exchange-”
“Are there any gourds in the village from the harvest?”
Dubhshìth looked confused. “Yes, will that be enough of a gift?”
Fionnaghal smiled.
September 18, 2020
Mage scholars across Abijungya currently recognize 6 distinct types of magical spells that can be cast in the realm: conjuration spells (spells that summon living things), artifice spells (spells that summon non-living things), enchantment spells (spells cast on something or someone with a lingering magical effect), energy manipulation spells (spells that control "energy" such as lightning, fire, or wind), object manipulation spells (spells that manipulate something or someone without a lingering magical effect), and metamagic spells (spells that manipulate other magic spells). Very advanced spells may be more than one of these types.
September 17, 2020
The most ubiquitous cuisine in the Kingdom of Kymer is a stew called glogg. Glogg is typically made from meat and vegetables with additional spices and garnishes. Glogg is traditionally made out of whatever ingredients are available, so everyone makes it a little differently. Every popular gloggary in the Kingdom has their own recipe; They each only serve that one variety and gloggers go to great lengths to keep their recipes unique and secret. Throughout the day, a gloggpot is never emptied and ingredients are replenished as necessary. Some gloggaries that stay open late into the night may even may go days to weeks without completely emptying their gloggpot.
September 16, 2020
Although the land has been inhabited since even before the first comet, humans didn't arrive in Abijungya until 499 FC when the Kryizon Empire founded the colony of Kymeroi in the southern part of the realm.
Kaligos is a land of darkness and monsters. Founded by a Helian expat, Kaligos is a blending of Helian tradition and culture with the native population of Selk. The Six Gods are present among some former Helians, but a new form of magic has been found and intense study is underway! The Selk practice a lifestyle-religion known to outsiders as Selkine, which has a heavy emphasis on beast and nature spirits.
Kaligos is still a young realm, but I hope you'll consider joining me!
