“Is a membership within the Guild of Calamitous Intent necessary for attendance to such an event? I am assuming my kingdom would rather myself be present, what with ambassador duties and all... It would be something they would wish to keep a pulse upon.”

Pylon Bios (An Update, with New Pylons)

Hello, lovely followers of script-a-world!

Please allow us to introduce ourselves! We haven’t had any sort of about-the-bloggers page available before, and now that we’ve added more to the team, we’re seeking to remedy that!

First of all, we call ourselves Pylons. What the heck is a pylon? Well, outside of this blog, it’s an upright structure for holding up something, usually a cable or conduit. When this blog was started more than a year ago (whoa), the group chose the word Pylon to describe ourselves collectively, as a fun little nickname. Whee!

Without further ado, meet the Pylons (and Mods)! (in alphabetical order)

Brainstormed: Hey there, call me Brainstormed, and you can find me at @thunderin-brainstorm. Any pronouns will do. I'm a student, illustrator, and world traveler. My home is in America, but I'm rarely there for more than a month at a time, so feel free to ask where in the world I happen to be! Worldbuilding has been my hobby for quite a long time and I'd love to give you some tips and tricks that I've learned, or take your idea and turn it on its head to perhaps show you a new perspective. The many projects I've developed have been lifesavers for me, as they allowed me to harness my Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder and use it as a positive tool for creativity. Aside from drawing and daydreaming, I spend a lot of time biking, hunting for cool rocks and bones, binge reading any scholarly article that catches my eye, and memorising completely useless random facts that I spout at any given moment in lieu of remembering actual important information.

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Constablewrites: My name is Brittany, and I'm a California girl living in the Midwest. I use she/her pronouns. I've always loved stories with rich and detailed worlds, whether in movies, books, games, or something else entirely. I'm the kind of writer who will spend hours researching to confirm a minor detail. Naturally, I not only write SFF, but my recent projects have all required worldbuilding on more than one axis (like multiple types of magic, or time travel on top of historical) because i am apparently something of a masochist. I'm a walking TV Tropes index and a whiz at digging up random useful knowledge, both of which come in handy as a Pylon. Other random facts: I'm a trained actress and singer, I used to work at Disneyland on the Jungle Cruise (among other attractions), and a laptop held together with duct tape is responsible for my day job in tech support. I blog about writing as @constablewrites and about random things that amuse me as @operahousebookworm.

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Delta: Hi! I’m Delta and I can be found @dreaming-in-circles or @thedeclineofapollo (writeblr), and I love sci-fi. Like, a lot lol. I work in NEPA compliance for a civil engineering firm in the USA, and have a lot of experience with infrastructure, bureaucracies, biology, and space (for unrelated reasons). I spend a lot of time haunting the astrophysics wikipedia pages, and my current all-consuming project is a novel that is angling to be about 150,000 words (at current projections). Can’t wait to hear your questions!

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Ebonwing: Hi, I’m Ebonwing. I’m currently studying IT in university. I’m a writer and worldbuilder, and sometimes a worldbuilding writer or a writing worldbuilder. I gravitate towards fantasy, though I’m not going to say no to the occasional stint in scifi, and as I’m also a giant language nerd, I enjoy making conlangs for my creations. Other than that, I’m also an artist and indulge in any number of other crafting hobbies, and if I’m not doing any of those things, I can probably be found playing video games.

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Feral: Hi! I'm Feral, and you can find me @theferalcollection (if you enjoy feminism, socialism, or over-analyzed fiction) or on my writing blog theferalcollection.wordpress.com. I'm a Southern girl who likes fancy dresses, mint juleps, big hats, and using being-underestimated to my advantage. I work in the interior design industry and am currently in school for industrial design. I have previously earned degrees in comparative literature and theatre & drama. I'm a big nerd who really likes school. I've been world-building since before I knew it was a thing and writing almost as long. I’ve written mostly fantasy but the past couple projects have been science fiction. I'm ridiculously in love with the idea of being an astrophysicist but don't feel like learning calculus, so I just read about science a lot. My hobbies include martial arts, drinking too much coffee, and tabletop games.

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Lockea: Hello! I’m Lockea. You can find me all over the internet as @lockea or LockeaStone. I’m a leaf on the wind who currently enjoys the SoCal sunshine in Los Angeles where I work as an engineer and data scientist. I love street fashion (especially Lolita) and making jewelry. I have two kitties, Theodore and Cecelia, and I volunteer at the local animal shelter as a cat handler and adoption counselor. I know way too much about cat behavior, honestly, and will yap your ear off if you let me.

Worldbuilding wise, I have a deep affection for science fiction and I’ve consulted professional science fiction writers on developing technology and worlds through the explanation of science and engineering. My engineering specialization is extra-terrestrial  robotics, so if it has to do with space, planetary science, or robotics -- I got you. I’m also a fan of politics and really like developing political and socio-economic systems in fantasy and sci-fi worlds.

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Miri: Miri here, with my main tumblr @asylos and my writing tumblr @mirintala. I am a Canadian Pharmacy Technician by day and a small time ePublisher and gamer of many types by night. Mostly wandering around the Internet helping to organize events in the FFVII tumblr fandom (modding at @ff7central and @ffviifandomcalendar), and stumbling around within the Borderlands of Pandora. I use she/her pronouns.

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Symphony: Hey, I’m Symphony! Use whatever pronouns you feel like, any work. I’m currently living in Michigan with my fiance, and in-between jobs but I want to go to nursing school ASAP.  My favorite genres in fiction are horror, sci-fi, and really anything that holds my interest. In my own worldbuilding I've always felt myself most interested in developing societies on the macro level (politics, diet, customs, stuff like that), and the more esoteric, strange parts of my world. I like to make a place feel lived in, with secrets that may never be found and people who seek them out.

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Synth: I’m @chameleonsynthesis on Tumblr, but that’s a mouthful, so just call me Synth. Any pronouns work. Born and raised in Canada, but living in Norway as of autumn 2007. Looking back, I’ve been worldbuilding since at least the age of four (in my early thirties now, so yeah), with a predominantly science-fantasy bent. I’m of the artsy creative type, with way too many projects on the go at any given time, and enjoy long walks through Wikipedia and getting caught in TV Tropes. The best thing is when I stumble across some strange factoid that can justify aspects of my many weird alien species. Stupid Synth facts: I have dual Canadian and Norwegian citizenship. My legal name contains a letter that does not exist in the English alphabet. I can curl my tongue into a cloverleaf shape, and wiggle my ears. My day job is musical instrument repair. I play French horn in a concert band, trombone in a jazz band, and don’t practice my flute or piccolo near as much as I should. Outside of band rehearsals and my job, I volunteer at the local cat shelter, work out at a gym, and attend events at my city’s newly established makerspace.

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Tex: I'm Tex, and you can find me on tumblr @texasdreamer01. Most of my hobbies are centered around fandom and worldbuilding for it, though I also like cooking and reading up on fiction and non-fiction whenever I have the time. I'm currently studying biochemical engineering, with a slant in nanotechnology and its medical applications, so I need to know a bunch about the different types of sciences, as well as projecting for the development of future fields.

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Utuabzu: Hi, I’m Utuabzu, I previously was part of ScriptMyth (RIP) where I tended to take the lead on Mesopotamia and Egypt related asks. I’m most of the way through a Bachelor of Linguistics, e parlo italiano und ein bisschen Deutsch. I have a deep and enduring interest in the history of the ancient world, particularly the ancient Near East, and I’m also a bit of a nerd for politics, which is helpful when it comes to worldbuilding. My random 2am research binges have resulted in my knowing a lot of odd things. I enjoy travelling and experiencing other cultures, however as I am Australian this unfortunately requires flying, which I hate a great deal. I expect to one day be crushed beneath a pile of my books. It is a demise I am ok with.

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Wootzel: Hi, I’m Wootzel, or @wootzel-dragon! I use she/her pronouns. I’m a recent college grad trying to figure life out. My favorite thing about worldbuilding is making things as realistic or pseudo-realistic as possible, and finding a justification for everything. Sometimes, this is also my least favorite thing about myself, because it can make things very hard! But, it can also be really rewarding when I get things to work out in a way that I enjoy.

My other hobbies include reading lots of fanfic while neglecting physical books, starting ambitious sewing projects on a whim, and wondering where all my time goes on a daily basis. I have changed major a few times, and I am still unsure about what I want to do with my life, except that it’ll always have writing in it somewhere.

(ARR Diary #41) I HATE THE WORLD.

Minfilia, who still looks pretty sad, says it’s been 15 years since Winterfell fought beside anybody. She hopes everyone will cooperate more in the future. There is zero enthusiasm for going to eat free food thanks to all the crap we need to deal with and the people we’ve lost. But we pretty much have to go, because unity. Tataru and F’lhaminn might not get anything because they’re out, so the best boss lady can do is leave them a note and wait for them to catch up.

On the way out, Riol notices JoJo is not excited about free food. I take this opportunity to let him know what’s happened to poor Wilred. He tells me a good chunk of our funding comes from that damn Television, and promises to purge everyone who took his filthy money. Call me if you want help with that!

JoJo catches up with everyone at Gerudo Town... and is ordered out, because Momodi needs help. (Thancred tells me to tell her hi.) Momodi just wants to pass on a message: Alianne needs to talk to me. But she never shows. Just a bit of glass and Laurentius the ex-sellout. After he encourages me to just leave, he starts talking to someone I can’t see.

There’s a short cutscene of Nanamo praying to her ancestors’ collective spirit for forgiveness. She did what she could. I don’t think they’ll be mad at her.

JoJo gives Momodi the glass, which is an empty alchemist’s vial. She says I ought to keep it, and I ought to speak to Her Grace. (Maybe she’ll let me hug her. Probably not.)

Everyone who is not me enjoys food and booze. Alphinaud brags about how awesome the future will be, and how “his” Warrior of Light will smack anyone who gives him trouble. Come on, man, I thought we were friends. Please don’t treat me like your personal bodyguard.

The game warns me to get a snack and use the bathroom and whatnot, because now we’re going to get some cutscenes. JoJo goes to speak to the Sultana. She smiles at me! ❤️ Aymeric is smiling at the leaders. Apparently their losses weren’t as bad as he’d expected. He tells the leaders thank you. I think I like grateful Aymeric. When can he thank ME again? Nanamo asks me to support Raubahn after she leaves the throne. I guess I can’t say no to her. She is happy and takes a drink, and then she dies. In pain. Great. Raubahn hears it all the way downstairs. GREAT. If HE hates me I’m in trouble. But the first one in the room is Television. (Convenient!) He pretends to be all upset, and blames JoJo and says to “arrest this viper.” Your mama, Television. JoJo doesn’t even get to protest. WEAK.

Alphinaud gets cornered in a back room, because apparently nearly everybody loyal to him has been trapped, and the backstabbers have also taken control of the Hall of Justice 2.0. Are we gonna get totally screwed in every headquarters we occupy? I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND, YUYUHASE.

Everybody else keeps eating until damn Television walks in and tells Aymeric to go home, because the dragons have surprise-attacked. The Man tries to arrest Thancred and uses Lahabread as his reason. Thancred, unlike JoJo, ain’t having it. Television comes and lies on me in front of everybody. Ilberd drags me in and throws me on the floor, and I just take it silently like I’m a useless chick in a bad movie. Television runs his mouth some more. I could SIT on you and end this! We get to watch Raubahn’s heart break... and since Television refuses to quit mocking the poor woman who did nothing to deserve any of this, we also get to watch him get chopped in half. GOOD. Rest in piss, you little gremlin. I’m just disappointed there’s no blood.

His next target is that irritatingly smug Lolorito. Yes please! Oh, no, fake bro Ilberd gets in the way and cuts off his friend’s arm. Bastard sold out and killed Her Grace himself, and he has to rub it in in the worst way. I want to reach through the screen and punch him harder than I did Television! So now the Flame General’s heart breaks and his rage rises for the second time in five minutes. He fights with his other arm, and cuts the bonds on the meat puppet that is JoJo (I don’t claim her any more, if I wanted a character like this I’d play a bad otome game) before asking everybody to GTFO and clear their names. But what about YOU? What will YOU do, General? You’re the one with the righteous rage, and Twelve know we need that!

Thancred shows up and says he’s found a secret tunnel out. Yda and Papalymo get a cutscene in which they are BAMFs as they hold off the crooked soldiers. But then the crooks follow us into the not-so-secret tunnel. Thancred and Y’shtola are also BAMFs as they fight. Y’shtola asks somebody named Mhitra for forgiveness before she finishes a spell that will make the tunnel collapse. Since SOMEBODY has rendered JoJo unable to hear Hydaelyn, Minfilia receives the message and tells her she’s got to stay behind with everyone else getting screwed over. She says a little bit of crap about hope. Minfilia, what good is hope if JoJo has neither allies nor backbone? Every primal fight she’s engaged in only happened because others were there to help her reach said primal.

(Also, at some point there’s a cutscene where Lolorito is walking down a hallway and the lady-in-waiting walks up behind him. She doesn’t speak one word, or make any other moves. Nobody does much of anything.)

JoJo exits the tunnel, and shortly after is found by Alphinaud and a random Lalafell, who suggests everyone get away from the city. A dude with a wagon, the same dude from the beginning of the game, offers them a ride. He says Alisaie did something useful and asked him to give her brother a ride. Alphunaud at least has the maturity to admit he’s totally screwed us all with a sabotender dipped in acid. If JoJo ever is herself again, this friendship is SO over. The random Lalafell takes off his helmet and introduces himself. His name is Pipin, he’s the second most important dude in the Immortal Flames, and he dragged his butt back home just in time to save Alphinaud from the dudes who trapped him. Also, he’s the kid Raubahn adopted, and plans to go help his dad when he’s gotten shut of these two.

Pipin and these two get dropped at Black Brush, where I take cute Miri away from JoJo because right now I don’t feel she deserves anyone that lovable. Come on out, Midgardsormr. Also, fuck you. Pipin attempts to pump up JoJo’s ego, letting her know his father had a lot of good things to say about her. But he admits this is not how he thought they were going to meet. Bruh, me neither! Now Cid shows up. I’m still disappointed in him for not letting the Knight of the Slappable Face get Darwin’d in the World of Darkness, plus the three of us together are giving me flashbacks to that terrible time with the fake inquisitor and Garuda and all the crystals I had to hunt down. Cid has the airship, so Alphinaud says to go to Winterfell, whose government won’t allow foreign forces. What are you now, an exchange student? Goodbye, Pipin. Sorry the universe shat on your dad so badly. He’s a good man who, like his boss, deserved none of this.

Cid drops the two brainiacs off in the snow, and JoJo nods to him before he flies off. Alphinaud wants to speak with Haurchefant. After all the loss and betrayal and bullshit, I’m not interested in someone staring at my tits on top of that, but JoJo quietly nods like she always does. This game is making me want to turn off my computer and go play as a Renegade Shepard. (But I’ll still hug Tali. I have to support my girl. And I’ll still cure the genophage because I love my boy Wrex. Okay, looks like I’ll play a Renegon Shepard.)

The Fade and Faded (Pt2)

Leliana slipped through the drunken crowd with ease. Some people were chattering behind their hands about the Inquisitor and his 'amore' vanishing into the night, most were still whooping about Corypheus' defeat. An initial touch to Cullen's shoulder was responded to with tired swatting. It was Trevelyan who redirected the man's attentions (they'd clearly been drinking as well, not that she could blame them. That is what the night had been for. Should have been for). Cullen frowned slightly at the sight of Leliana. "Trouble?" "Of a sort. Let the people celebrate, but met me in the rookery. ...Bring Nanna with you for good measure," she added quietly. Both blondes nodded, turning back to each other for a moment to finish whatever they'd been saying to one another, or perhaps doing. Josephine was more sober. Not entirely... Leliana paused, looking to her right at the fireplace there. Miris and Blackwall were leaning together were they sat before it. By the rise and fall of the pregnant woman's shoulders she was most likely asleep. They could be informed in the morning. First thing in the morning, Leliana already knew when the elven huntress would most likely be awake again. Varric was writing where he'd been sitting for nearly the entire evening, a third and half eaten plate of food set to the side. Sauntering up to the man, she cleared her throat quietly. "You know, I would imagine that one of the towers would have a fine view of the scar in the sky. You ought to get the details on that before you leave for Kirkwall." He looked up to her for a moment, looking over her face before breaking into a wide smile. "Why Lady Nightingale, you may be onto something. Better do it now, in case it fades by tomorrow or something." He stood, collecting his ink and papers before sliding away towards the nearest door and going past the guard there. Cullen and Nanna left behind her, heading through the front as though to head towards Cullen's accommodations. Cole was nowhere to be seen. Sera had her face buried into her sweetheart's chest, mumbling in a way that said she likely was very inebriated indeed. The Iron Bull had already noticed what Leliana was doing, standing to stretch and heading out the front as well and wishing the Chargers a good night. He'd probably follow Cullen. Only Krem seemed at all suspicious of the sudden departure, but he let it go in favor of continued celebrating. Cassandra had turned in for the night. Only Josephine was left to inform. "Josie, the night is winding down quite peacefully, don't you think?" "Oh, I... Yes. Mostly. Some of our guests remain quite rowdy but it's no trouble." "Come, let me steal you for one drink in peace together." "I shouldn't, I am still the hostess and-" "Humor me just a moment. I never said we had to finish a whole bottle of fine wine." "Oh... Alright. One drink in private. I'm sure everything will be... perfectly fine." Leliana led the diplomat away with a smile, only souring once they were out of everyone's view and going straight to the rookery. "This... is not about a drink, is it?" "I am afraid not."

Cullen, Nanna, The Iron Bull, Varric, and Cole all greeted the two women when they reached the apex of the steps. "So, how's our night getting ruined? I'm surprised it doesn't involve a mass panic." Varric pinched at the bridge of his nose, leaning against her table where he'd placed all his things. "...It very well still could, if we don't handle it delicately. ...The Inquisitor is..." She sighed, looking down where her hands came together to fuss. "The Inquisitor is what? ...Oh please tell me he hasn't died somehow. I do not wish my last words to him to be about some banquet." "He is not dead, but he is... He has been made Tranquil. It seems Vivienne caught on to us, or something of the sort. On the Inquisitor's orders she's already been set away." "On his orders?" Cullen said with a scowl, "How? You just said he was Tranquil." - "Maker's breath, he had you kick her out in the middle of the night?!" - "...Shit." - "Damn, she could be cold but I didn't realize the Madam could go that far..." "AHEM." It was Trevelyan who stopped the group from their mutual chattering. "We should let Leliana continue?" The red haired woman looked over them all quietly. "The Herald still recognizes his position of authority. Though he also realizes that he's... no longer what people will be expecting." "...Does Sparkler know?" "He's with the other now. ...I am not sure how Dorian is taking it. He seemed... distant, once the Inquisitor stopped him from attacking Vivienne." Nanna leaned into Cullen, eyes downcast. "They deserved better, on a night like this. They really did." A moment of quiet agreement followed. "...Perhaps... Perhaps it's for the best? Hanhari is- was a blood mage after all." Cullen looked between everyone. Most refused to meet his gaze. "Ya know Curly, you've gotten a lot better since Kirkwall. Sometimes though," the dwarf gathered his things up slowly, "sometimes you're still a prick." He left then, not looking back. The Iron Bull sighed, "So, what's this mean for the boss? We might have a way to fix him, right?" "If the Seekers are correct. The Rite of Tranquility is different than the rituals Cassandra went through however. It is faster; a more violent severing with a physical brand to show for it. ...We will have to explore what it will do to him before applying any possible cures." "...Which means we may end up doing... terrible things. Doesn't it?" "We will be careful Josie. The Tranquil are not just tools after all. We will not treat them as such." "...This is not a good way to end the night." Cole said quietly. "I wanted to do something. But he wouldn't have liked that. Now or then." "...I must get back before I'm missed." Josephine hurried away, her eyes shinier than they were when she'd arrived. Nanna straightened up, putting a firm hand on Cullen's back, "I'll be with you shortly... I want to talk to Cole a bit." He nodded at her, pecking her temple before walking away. "Cole..." "You want to know what it was like. What he felt before he couldn't feel anything at all anymore. You're scared because if it's bad then it's one more reason for you not to admire the templars anymore." "I'm very scared." "Man... I don't wanna hear about this crap if I don't have to. I'm gonna turn in. Only wake me up tomorrow if it's important." The remaining three let Bull get out of hearing range. "...When he realized, he was very afraid. And angry. He earned one night. One night for nothing but peace and love and he wasn't going to be able to have it. Then there was pain... More pain then I think I've ever heard, then nothing. A sun with no birds. Tranquil still think, but they don't feel, so they're very, very quiet all the time. So he's quiet, for now." "...Thank you Cole." "I'm sorry. It's not what you wanted." "It's the truth. That's more important. What about Dorian? Are they still awake?" "I don't know. ...When he was bringing Hanhari to his room though, his mind was like bees. A whole hive of bees." Leliana frowned, "I don't remember seeing you out there Cole. I thought you couldn't make people forget you anymore." "I didn't. It was just dark outside and you were too focused on him."