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GENESIS (and World Map)



The Eternal Serpent, a creature with no Feet, nor Hips, nor Tum, nor Bosom, was became to be. It never seen a world, but It was Envious from the first moment It saw Joyful and Gorgeous Meora dancing in an anew existence.
The creature was jealous, greedy, selfish, angry… but It was also weak and scared. It cut a hole into perpetual nothingness and hid there. It was hating Meora, and It was hating itself – both for the fact of existence, for it was Its the nature – to hate; and in rage It started to consume oneself. The Serpent was biting and swallowing, yet what was eaten would always grow back. For eternities It was feasting on Its own flesh… until infinitely growing hunger transcendent the fear, and the Serpent crawled out of Its hollow.
It sensed Meora and followed Her trail, salivating with cosmic sludge.
For many star lives It would swim in Her path – always hungry, always envy. The creature, The Alleater, would leave the corruption in tail, consume or twist everything Its descried, as everything was touched by Meora – and that disgusted the Serpent.
It was eating and growing, fearing less with each bite, envy more with each swallow… However, when the creature caught up with Meora near one of stars, It felt the forgotten dread again, and It howled with despair.
That’s when Meora herself saw the Serpent for the first time. In Her eyes It was crying, and so She felt pity. She approached and touched the creature without fear, wondering what pains It... in this touch The Envious felt warm love, but The Joyful felt only cold madness and evilness. Too in that close moment the creature finally understood what It always wanted to taste – It wanted that love, all of its warmness… Every. Single. Drip... and so It attacked.
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For eons they would fight. Inside boundless nebulas until new life is formed and through shadows of singularities until they stop spinning.
The Serpent was vast, coarse and blunt – grown up from a life of no imagination, gorging on what was already created. It would try to devour with its maw, rake with Its teeth and entangle in Its roots. However Meora was faster, elusive and clever.
In the beginning Meora was hesitant to even hurt the creature and avoided Its every charge and swing, running away from It when Its tired. Yet, after ages of fleeing and hiding, She inevitably forced herself to fight and end the Alleater. And She felt deep sadness after seeing It dead. Even centuries later after leaving Its carcass behind She would sorrow – both for Its death and for Its killing... until It was dead no more...
The Serpent would follow Her again, and their fight would repeat, and then She would kill It again... and again... and many times more. Yet every time She slay the Serpent – It would live, as the Serpent was Eternal... though Meora was not.
The Serpent was not able kill Meora in one life, but It has infinity. It would bite, die and live anew; unlike Meora who would bear Her scars and wounds forever… Her smoldering wings, Her crumbling horns, Her broken arms, Her scarred body and a lost eye. They both could feel how She is getting weaker, slower. The Serpent was laughing. It was laughing louder with each death, and that laugh was snuffing out stars across galaxies.
Realizing the inevitable Joyful Meora would kill the creature one more time.
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When it was a new age of calamity, when the Serpent was lifeless again, Meora dragged Its carcass to the nearest star. She made a crack in one barren dead planet and tossed the creature in its core. For sixty nine more days she was walking on the surface, coating land meticulously with Her stardust tail and hair, entombing the Enemy of All withing.
After sixty nine days, tired and wounded, She collapsed. Seven of Her arms shatter into the sky, feather from Her broken wings followed them, Her noble crown and cosmic mask cracked. Her skin dried out and fissured... A death – a concept Meora understood, but never expected for herself in all of visioned existences.
And so She accepted the end.
And so She breathed eight last times.
Her first breath was deep, like a veil it wrapped the planet – for us to breath.
On Her second breath She cried from pain, and Her tears made oceans and seas for us to venture, rivers and lakes for us to drink.
During Her third breath, from wounds on Her flesh, roots and trees and flowers grew, for us to harvest.
Her fourth breath gave life to creatures of sky and land and water, for us to feast.
On Her fifth breath our ancestor come forth from Her womb, perfected in Her image – in body and spirit.
On Her sixth breath She gave us knowledges and Gifts of Creation, for us to proceed.
On Her seventh breath she said farewell... and so we cry.
Her eighth breath was the last... It was for herself – to rest for once.
And so, Joyful and Gorgeous Meora... ...our Allmother… ...was…
...
And so… the Age of Crumbling begun…

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Tofar / Loyal but Ferocious


Tofar’s most notable physical features are their faintly-poisoned keratin spines, but especially their ominous bone masks. Like deciduous teeth, it breaks and sheds a few times in their childhood, until permanent one starts forming during teenage years. It grows from temporal and mandible parts of a skull, really tight to their skin, with a layer of microflora between – as a way of protection from dirt, dust, infections and diseases that can occur in these hard-to-clean gaps.
Remains of primal and feral ancestors show that ancient Tofars had a much different mask than their modern, specially Noble, descendants. It was longer, with deformed nostril airway in the mask and even the actual skull; thicker bones, with sharp teeth and tight-closed jaw; and with a superficies layer of powerful muscles and skin covering mask itself. Presumably, it was mainly used to bite off big pieces of raw meat and chomp it into smaller pieces before chewing again in actual mouth. Another use would be as a natural weapon during primal hunting and wars.
Nevertheless, such basic craft as cooking, and then future technological advancements, drastically reduced Tofar’s dependence on their bone masks even for food consumption. After thousands of years it shrinked, exposing mouth, and only basic muscles around still remain. Loosing or even badly damaging mask, hence exposing real face beneath it, is very embarrassing and shameful experience for Tofar, and they afraid of it more than pain and torture.
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As a tribe Tofars learn to be devoted to a family, a pack and a nation, obeying orders of social hierarchy, and put interests of a group ahead of own ambitions with a strong incline for self-sacrifice from a young age... and as well they learned about deep-seated aversion towards their tribe, which became mutual and turning them isolationists.
During early Age of Crumbling Tofar kin were driven away from the Sea of Birth and Thigh Region by other tribes, for their erratic brutal nature and high prospects to turn Envious. As a result, a lot of their people were one the first to settle in unexplored and unstable regions of Her Gorgeousness, as castaway. Most of Tofar went south, founding first settlements there – they were forerunners of Noble Tofar; and centuries later, when they subdued their primal ferocity, would establish Kingdom of Bosom, alter growing to Realms of Bosom. Still their views on being civilized and courteous are differ to what most othertribe kins consider polite and amiable – they are aggressive and ruffian even among Royal family who represent themselves as the best of their kin.
Hair poses certain meaning in Noble Tofar society – higher status members grow it long and fashioning into various coiffures to indicate current sentiment or professional mood: hair gathered in a knob is neutral, a sign of fairness, or an indication of being engaged in important undertaking and not be disturbed for pity reasons; ponytail or single braid thrown over right shoulder is a sign of dominance, aggression, self-confidence and libido, or disapproval of circumstances; ponytail or a single braid thrown over left shoulder is a show of friendliness, respect, approval of current situation, willingness to act; setting hair loose means exactly that – being free of duties or responsibilities, in which case tilting head left or right is equivalent to what was previously described. It is also traditioned for Tofar who are married, engaged or not looking for relationship to retain at least some visible braids in public.
One of Noble Tofar’s belief, which spread and deepened in Bosom and Tum regions, is a physical and mental bonds we gain when eat food of the same source: from family eating dinner prepared on the same oven, to a nation eating bread made from the same harvest, but most importantly – all of us are always connected, as we all feed on what is bestowal and gathered from Her Gorgeous body.
Other Tofar, who were fierce and uncultured even for their own people (and still are), discarded themselves far north with other outcasts – they are called Ferals, and they earned this name rightfully at that time. Not a lot of their kind left now – throughout hardships of history many died in toxic wastelands, hot jungles and dry deserts of northern regions, from heat, hunger, deadly animals and plants, numerous Envasions of Jealous Beasts, and even storms manifested by the First Angel of Honor would take lives of many. Feral’s torment lasted even into current age, until thirteen century, when Tofar Chiefess-great-grandmother Tagara Fohr united hidden clans of her fellow kin before they all shamelessly succumbed to Serpent’s influence. She had the only dream – redemption: to prove her children loyal to Her Light even if animus by other tribes. Today Tagar’s dream is alive, today Feral Tofar are twice proclaimed citizens of Feet Republic, and many are ravenously committed to become Hunters in their mission to eradicate verminous Cult of the Snake and its malevolent stems that nest and incarnate in desolated lands of north: because they see it as their duty to erase from existence shameful blots of their kin who despicably flocked to a false salvation.
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If you look deeper, despite bestial temper Tofar can be brilliant in mind, well-educated and disciplined, but don’t ask them them to focus and participate in activities where significant precision, tidy, recurrence and calmness are required – it drives them really mad. You should especially worry that it is considered for modern, more polite, way of society they reluctantly force on themselves with repetitive values and artificial prohibitions of own nature is what irritating and vexing them the most, fueling their hotheaded temper. Even so today Tofar control their savagery better than their predecessors millennia ago, they still have the highest number of Envious and Abominations among Eight Major Tribes...
Abhorred by other and loathe these others, Tofar still chose to stay on the same side with them and live the same live as them – not for forgiveness, nor for fear of themselves... but for Her alone, because they are Her children too, Joyful and Gorgeous like Her. They understand own problem and from young ages they mold themselves to be ready to shred own life at the last moments of conscience rather than succumb to the Envy, betray our Allmother and serve to the Serpent; and they do so in horror of burden and dishonor they leave for sistren kin when they can’t control own body and thoughts anymore. In best case they hunt for Jealous Beats and Cultists of Envy, in hope to take as many heinous procreations with them as they seek death in fight; those who are too powerful to perish even this way still can ask to avoid feared fate in the most honorable way they recognize – death by breast smothering.
Nevertheless, Tofars ARE exalted by Our Joyful with the Aspect of Hope, vindicated by Her Light; and so, even the most mindless zealots of Red Capes do not dare to vacuously question rights to exist of other envy-pliable tribes like so did the Hegemony: if Tofar are blessed with Her Aspect – then still our Allmother loves them, and so She loves all of us with flaws we bear.
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// Forbidden Archive / 1 /


Cursed image of an Abomination of the Cult of Carp; Eight times redrawn and purified by Herquisition; First depicted by a Martyr 1531, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal.

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"Standing straight on its legs… mouth open wide beyond mouth itself… and there is more of them all over her body… sharp teeth everywhere… I don’t hear her speaking… but I know I can smell her words… they reek of deep see, of a rotten fish... Is she mourning? Or praying? Or cursing? She screams, never whispers... word of Anger and Rage and Hate and Malice…Blasphemous words denigrate and disparage Joy... and light… all colors… its shining from every orifice… As bright as the scream itself… But it is not beautiful light, it is ugly... fake… perversion of Her Light… it is gooey, thick as tar… she spitting it… and berries grow inside same cavities, they discharge sweet colorful oil... she offer to eat one, to lick some… I will scream too… but I am already deaf – made myself… I can still taste her spit... I can still hear her..."
Cursed murmurs of a Martyr 1531, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal; Eight times rewritten and purified by Herquisition; describing unholy visions of an Abomination of the Cult of Carp.
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Solar Map


Thanks to recent inventions and scientific revolutions provided to us by our bright Angel of Prudence, astronomy too was affected and advanced. We were able to study far beyond previously possible, understanding not just our star system, but limitless vasts of space too. Novel light pollution and stray light from our planet’s ring system are still occasionally interfering in exploration of night sky, making it much harder to track even local planets from some regions, but a set of newer built telescopes on Toe Cape of Feet Republic and Southern Promontory of Her Left Forearm Peninsula are coordinating with each other and able to glance as far as couple galaxy clusters away. Astronomers believe that the next step to help explore and see even further would be to send powerful telescopes into orbit, or even beyond our planet… but considering that every matter we use to build and progress is gathered from Her flesh, Herquisition is considering this speech unforgiving and ignorant, though not blasphemous anymore.
At the center of our system is a contact binary: two equal size hydrogen-helium stars, Shata and Nata (Delightful and Beautiful from ancient language of the Giants), slowly orbiting and barely touching each other. Considering how young their contact is, we should have no fear of them merging into a luminous explosion for hundreds of millions of years (and hopefully by that time we will find a way to get rid of verminous Serpent from this Existence). When Nata and Shata are perfectly positioned it in the sky resembling Her holy symbol it is considered a great day for body or spirit (depending which star rises first).
Main planetary formation of our star system comprised of eight planets: Salameni, Junaarta, Proteramon, Meorenell, Naurolan, Circel-Pata, Pharofarus and Zarosharil. All named after ancient Queens of Tum region, except for our home – Meorenell, which from language of the Giants translates to “Meora’s rest”.
Salameni is the smallest and closest planet to Shata-Nata. Scorching hot with a hostile environment of constant volcanic activities, greenschist slush and pools of molten copper deposits should dominate the surface even at night. The atmosphere is dense and thick, mainly composed of carbon dioxide and argon. Two formless rock surround it on a very low orbit as natural satellites for a time being.
Junaarta and Proteramon sisters are second and third planet respectfully. Both planets are barren, with no activity and fully depleted atmosphere. Their orbit paths are just 0.06 light seconds apart from each other, and they will most likely collapse when get in close proximity, but this contact should not happen for the next 255 million years, as right now they are orbiting on relatively same speed with a current orbital distance of 67 degrees.
Junaarta’s many dried volcanic creeks and craggy basaltic highlands are covered in thick layer of sulfuric sand and potassium dust. Traces on equatorial deserts suggest that the planet had at least some thin layer of atmosphere less than a thirty thousand years ago, but eventually lost even that for some reason. Barely any impact craters can be seen on a planet’s wrinkled landscape, many suggest anything that would reach Junaarta was attracted by Proteramon. A single gray moon Rian follows it.
Proteramon show signs for plentiful of metal deposits on its smooth ammonia-oxidized surface, and a network of subterranean tunnels with ammonia water under the crust of its northern pole is present. Many impact craters scattered on the southern hemisphere, half of which is a consequence of a meteor swarm from billions of years ago; but the most important one is on equator – fresh, a few thousand years. Every Engifted knows where it is without seeing it, as it always calls for us.
Meorenell is the Fourth Planet, chosen by Meora to be our home... and a prison for the Alleater. It has no moons, but a faint ring system that is composed of ice dust and small rocks laced with Her gorgeous arms broken into billions of shards. It is almost impossible to tell anything about what Meorenell was before Meora arrived – she covered the entire planet with her locks and tails, a layer of a dozen kilometers thick. No one dares to dig to deep, as a respect of Her will and as a fear of Its Envy. Considering other bodies in our system, this planet could be similar to Proteramon.
Naurolan is the only planet in this system that can be naturally habitable for us. Lush terrain, with an oxygen-rich thick atmosphere, and liquid, hopefully drinkable, water. Night side is often wreathed in haze. Most exciting fact is that after prolonged observation it was concluded that unknown intelligent tribe lives on this planet, and right now they should be in their bronze age of development. A lot of scenarios and questions were raised about this new civilization: was it Meora who gave birth to them? Can they be influenced by the Serpent? Or they already are? How they should be treated when we meet?… How should we treat our own kin, when they are born and raised on another world, not from Her flesh and tears? Observation of this civilization is what made Herquistion reconsider views on space exploration and rewrite many social laws, prompting heated debates in their chambers on how to advance and progress our civilization beyond Meorenell.
Circel-Pata is the sixth, largest and last terrestrial world of our system. Massive crater on one hemisphere and thick natural Kessler syndrome tells about cataclysm that happened on this planet billions of years ago, causing significant damage and wiping any ecosystem clean – making it impossible for future life to exist there. Extensive deposits of platinum, silver, nickel and cobalt can be observed inside rim area of the great crater. Not a lot more to tell about this dead planet.
Pharofarus is a mostly hydrogen-helium gas giant. Vast lightning storm fronts, constant ammonia rainfalls and lethal radiation emissions as the result of helium ionization. It unsurprisingly have only a handful of survived satellites, while other were either swallowed by Pharofarus itself or stolen by Zarosharil billions of years ago.
On the edge of our system is Zarosharil – another gas giant. Traces for high content of sodium and chlorine in its atmosphere. With a mass approximately six time that of Pharofarus, it is the biggest planet in the system and a source of deep gravity well which tugs many outer system travelers. It has 225 satellites, ranging from captured asteroids to a couple moons the size of Salameni. An immense ring can be observed even with basic telescopes.
Beyond that is a massive asteroid belt and scattered discs of smaller rocks, ammonia ice, asteroids, dwarf planets and space radiation.
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