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floweroflaurelin · 11 months

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So Pixlriffs’ finale is a masterpiece and I’m experiencing a lot of emotions right now ✨🌻✨

For my own reference I made a transcript of the monologue and thought I might as well share it! It's under the cut to avoid spoilers but the whole first 8ish minutes of his video are typed out. I recommend watching at least that much, if you haven’t yet, because it’s really something worth hearing.

We are not done.

Not yet.

Our stories do not begin here, and neither do they end. But before they fade into obscurity, as so many events do, there is one more story left to be told.

[It is the Story

the World.]

It’s important to remind ourselves that history is an account of events remembered—and there are so few left who remember, so it mingles with myth and hearsay, folklore and fireside stories. This is the account of just one man, and others may recall the tale differently. Others still may decide to change the narrative to suit their own ends. And this, it must be said, is no bad thing. So it goes.

[Sun setting

over

our Creation.]

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In a long-lost age before records truly began, our world was built by Titans (or so it is said). The lands they created became home to people who would seek to emulate and even to surpass that act of creation, and that would eventually bring about their destruction. But destruction is simply part of a cycle. Nothing is ever truly lost.

Those who foresaw the destruction fled before it could bring the walls of their homes down around them. And many who had been downtrodden and overlooked saw it as their chance to find a new life for themselves.

Thus began a great migration, leaving behind the old nations of the world and striking out for somewhere new, a life untethered from the follies of their former state. And though the road was long and treacherous, and many fell behind in the wake of such an awful endeavour, new bonds were forged in the fires of adversity.

As time passed, and more joined the great caravan, the host became a nation of its own, a glorious congregation sharing one purpose, singing the same resolute song. Though the road was long, they were homeward bound.

And a home they found nestled in a mountainous landscape, one that might have been carved by the very bones of the gods themselves. There they planted roots, drank deep from the water, and continued to grow. The farmers sowed new fields and raised new flocks. The work of many hands turned to building a new city. And together the architects conceived a castle upon a great plateau that would stand as a monument to their past apart and their future together. To them, the castle itself would tell the Story of the World.

Stone-whisperers from Mythland and the Grimlands, well-versed in masonry of all kinds, sculpted its walls from the abundant rock of the nearby mountains quarried for the glory of their new capital. They wrought rock and iron, carved and timbered their great halls, and raised mighty towers to stand atop the grand cliff.

The mages of the Crystal Cliffs brought knowledge of magic and the beauty of gemstones, and theirs was the sanctum at the heart of the castle, ever-seated at the Ruler’s left hand: their shield and protector.

A tribute was raised to Gilded Helianthia, whose ruler was still revered in the hearts and minds of many, and in time she became their warden against the spectres of the past, carrying the twin burdens of light and shadow on her shoulders; a burden with which the people of Rivendell were all too familiar.

And below, far below, the engineers of Pixandria sought to reproduce the jewel of their empire. A mechanism that would surpass the work of the Copper King himself.

Not all who came to found the Ancient Capital remained for long. Like dandelion seeds, the people of the Overgrown were scattered on the wind, alighting on the mountaintops and valleys. The vast majority of them came to settle in the rolling meadows of Chromia, which was renowned for the richness and beauty of its dyes for lifetimes after.

In the absence of their king, the nation of Mezelea resettled in new badlands, establishing laws and ordinances of their own. Many of them had been armour stands before the king imbued them with life, and some found this a hard habit to shake.

The people of the Cod and Ocean empires, bereft of the waters that gave them life, took to diving in the rocky pools of vast caverns and their affinity for stone grew. Over many generations they adapted, becoming the green-skinned race that folk came to know as goblins—their pointed ears the only remaining vestige of the fins they had once had.

For the gnomes of the Undergrove, this was a homecoming! They had long dwelled here before their exodus through the Nether and the fairy circles of the Evermoore welcomed them with open arms.

And the villagers of the Lost Empire, hiding in plain sight amongst the caravan of peoples, sought to find a place where they would be unburdened by this facade of humanity, standing at last on their own two feet.

But the boundaries of this land were ever-changing, and the nations soon found the cataclysm they had left behind had weakened the walls between their world and others. Waters rose and fell unpredictably; incursions from other realms were possible, bringing chaos in their wake. The tide of history churned and rippled.

None now remember how the Capital fell, only that its remains have lasted: an epitaph to all they had achieved together.

And just like before, new nations would arise. The pirates of Eversea ruled the waters from their secret cove. The inventors of Cogsmeade arrived sailing in from the air on their skyships—only to find whole buildings floating in the golden kingdom of Stratos. Rumours abounded of a Sanctuary hidden in the deepest jungle for those who knew the way.

Their tales are better told by those who knew them well. Our stories do not begin here, and neither do they end. But for this tired historian, it is perhaps best to leave these things in the past and begin to look towards the future.

For whatever comes next, we who have sown the seeds can only hope for a bountiful harvest.

#empires smp #pixlriffs #empires spoilers #empiresblr #empires s2 #empires pixlriffs #transcript #CHILLS. ACTUAL CHILLS.#this set fireworks off my brain btw. I want to make all the things right now #im busy at the moment but I will make things! I will! I must!

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navy-leader · 2 years

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Ive seen a good amount of people put tango in empires cause team rancher and all that but what if the others soulmates who arent in their respective 'home' servers get transported there too. So like scott goes back to being ruler of chromia and he suddenly finds this very deranged looking lady in red who seems to want to kill him and scott has no memory of ever meeting said lady. Joel gets slam dunked into hermitcraft etc etc

#dot dot dot #mcyt #double life smp

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silverskye13 · 1 year

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Mortals are insane. That goes without saying, but Cub likes to remind himself every once in a while, just in case he’d somehow forgotten. Mortals are insane. Granted, most mortals think he’s insane, but that’s just the baffling way mortals perceive the vex. In fairness, vex are insane. He knows this about himself. It's just that he’s insane in a very different way to mortals. The word “crazy” is a lot more fluid than people think it is.

For instance, crazy mortals will see a massive crack in time and space growing beneath Grian’s base, and they’ll walk right in. A crazy vex will follow, just to see what happens. Mortals are crazy because they’re daring and curious. Vex are crazy because they want to see what chaos ensues. See? Very different. It’s not that Cub isn’t excited to see what’s on the other side, it’s that he’s more excited to see how what’s on the other side is about to break, irreparably, because his pack of mortals sauntered in. It puts a smile on his face, like watching an artist make a new painting. It’s exciting. It's unpredictable. It’s insane.

The world on the other side is beautiful. It’s a world of empires. It's full of glorious, wondrous things, and people, and places, and all of them Cub comfortably calls insane. There are not-mortals living here. None of them are vex, but some of them are incredibly not-mortal. Granted, some of the friends he follows are not-mortal, but they’re not-mortal in a familiar way. He's defined their edges. This is an edgeless world he's walked into, off the side of the familiar into whatever's beyond it.

Katherine is mortal, he thinks. The colorful ruler of Chromia, Scott, is barely-mortal. Pearl is not-mortal in a fundamentally different way to how she normally is back home, and Cub thinks that’s fantastic. That’s the kind of chaos he’s here for: irreparable changes, the fabric of the world reweaving itself.

Katherine's kingdom, Glimmer Grove, is beautiful. Cub immediately takes in the clash of black and gray against pink and white, some curse, he thinks, spreading through her lands. If he really tapped into the magic of it, he might be able to tell what it is, but there's no fun in that. Secrets are at their best when they're unspooled slowly in their own time, sowing their little seeds of chaos. So Cub instead walks with the others and feigns ignorance when Scott points out the oddities in the architecture. He can't tell if Pearl and Impulse are playing along too, or if they really can't see it, but that just adds to the fun. How long can they dance around what each other knows?

Insane.

Katherine gives a flourish of her pink dress as she stops them before a building. She's bouncing on her toes with excitement. Cub thinks she's terrible at keeping secrets, and those are the best kind of people. She leans in toward them, grinning, "Can you keep a secret?"

She is the best kind of people.

Cub plays with a humble smirk, "I can keep a secret, yeah."

Impulse gives him a sidelong glance that Cub pointedly ignores. He's too busy looking trustworthy. The rest of them agree, yes, we love secrets. Katherine, in that lovely way the best kinds of people do, believes them only because she has a secret she desperately wants to tell. She laughs and beckons them after her, leading them to a false door in her keep. It's a secret base, she tells them in an exuberant sing-song, a secret she's never told anyone, that she's giving to these complete strangers. Mortals are insane.

Impulse shoots Cub another look, this time disapproving. Cub shrugs. He can't explain to Impulse that, vex or not, he hadn't coerced this with magic - though Impulse is right in thinking that's something he'd do. Explaining this would mean telling Katherine and Scott (and maybe Pearl, if more than just her not-mortal-ness has changed without her knowing) that he's vex, and he doesn't want to do that. Not yet anyway. You can never really tell what people think about vex. Besides, Katherine isn't done sharing secrets, and it would be bad form to reveal his own secret while listening to another. It makes him look less trustworthy, and it takes away from the impact of a well-placed reveal. He’d never steal another secret-sharer’s thunder.

"So the real secret," Katherine grins as she closes the door behind them, "is I'm a monster slayer."

She takes a wicked looking battle ax down from its mount on the wall. The blade is sharp as shattered glass, and carries the dangerous aura of a weapon lovingly and frequently used. Cub thinks, maybe, it could kill him. He tries to hide his grin.

There is a noticeable silence after Katherine reveals the ax, a pause that breathes just a moment too long. Scott looks bemused, like he'd somehow expected this. His magic eye glitters, trying to decide if it's monstrous. Pearl looks excitedly curious, like this is the most interesting thing she's learned all day. Impulse looks at Cub again. This time instead of being suspicious, he looks nervous. Cub squints his eyes and smirks.

"That's amazing," he says, and he means it. Mortals are full of wonders. She also reveals to them a deadly looking bow, and tells them about a magical transformations she does to “murder the bad guys”. The room is peppered with applause and praise, and Cub is grinning wide and excited, and he hopes it doesn’t look too terribly vex of him. He loves heroes. He loves seeing what they’ll do. Chaos. When he was an evoker-tied vex, he loved watching them suffer too, but he’s shaken that part of his vex-ness at least. He does think Katherine is the most interesting person he’s met today. Katherine swears them into secrecy and they leave, and Impulse watches the spring in Cub’s step dubiously.

“You should stay away from her, buddy,” Impulse cautions. “You’re a monster. She's a monster slayer.”

“Oh definitely, definitely,” Cub chimes a little too enthusiastically, and Impulse frowns at him. “But Impulse, she kills bad guys, and I’m on my best behavior.”

“Cub we just got here,” Impulse groans. “You need to stay out of trouble until we feel these people out. Some of them are scary, and they have their own agendas they’re pushing.”

“When have I ever started trouble?”

Impulse pauses to think about this. The answer is “often”, but people are rarely around to watch Cub start trouble. They’re generally only in the know when he escalates and finishes it. Impulse shakes his head, “You should still be careful.”

“I’ll be careful.” This, at least, is truthful. It’d do no good to go and get himself killed by a monster slayer two days into this new wonderful world, especially when it’s very possible vex magic will be needed to fix the portal. Vex have unpredictable magic; there’s no telling if it’ll help or harm a situation. In truth, Cub isn’t completely unconvinced his magic broke the portal in the first place, just by merit of him stepping through. What he does know is that he doesn’t want to leave. Not now. Not when there’s so much going on here. This world, he decides with the utmost fondness, is insane.

They take a tour. They meet gods and goblins, a witch in the woods. None of these, Cub notes to himself, are considered monsters by the monster slayer. Katherine speaks of them fondly, with no signs of magical transformations or smiting. Of course, it is daytime. Who's to know what will happen when the moon rises?

He's to know, as it turns out, because Katherine calls him, Impulse and Pearl back to her place. She's a little more nervous this time. Cub can't smell mortal fear -- that's not really a vex trait -- but he's known mortal fear enough times to know there's a little bit of it here in Katherine. She wants them to prove their loyalty, and then once they prove it, to give them an ax and a uniform. It’s insurance, Cub thinks. It’s a lot harder to share a secret once it’s yours. Not that he was planning on sharing it anyway. He wants to see how this plays out. Impulse keeps throwing him sideways glances, getting increasingly nervous as the evening goes on. Cub remains unflappable, smiling, because why wouldn’t he find this fun? A vex that’s a monster slayer.

The moon rises.

As it’s rising, Katherine gives them a challenge. Prove you’re a monster hunter. Bring back the head of a monster. The vex in Cub goes to war with itself briefly, while it ignores another of Impulse’s furtive glances. He thinks it would be incredibly fun, incredibly chaotic, if he gave his own head to Katherine. But then again, that goes back to the problem of Cub wanting to know how all this plays out, wanting to chase the chaos of a new world, and needing to be alive to see how the Rift gets fixed. So he does something better.

The moon rises, and Katherine turns her back on them and raises her ax to begin her transformation. Pearl and Impulse start to scurry into corners to change into their uniforms. Cub waits until the Monster Slayer is mid-transformation, too caught up in her glitter and moonlight to watch. Then he snaps his fingers.

He, Impulse and Pearl are showered in glittering moonlight. Music only they can hear strikes up to the sound of rock guitar and drums. Who doesn’t love a good anime magical girl transformation? Cub finds himself laughing through his.

They land back on their feet, decked out in Monster Slayer regalia. Pearl is beaming. So is Cub. Impulse looks even more unsettled than he did before.

“Alright Monster Slayers!” Katherine calls, before Impulse can chastise Cub for the reckless use of vex magic in front of someone who probably kills vex in her spare time. “Bring me some monster heads!”

"Cub," Impulse whispers to him just before the all scatter in different directions. "You're insane."

Cub thinks that's funny, coming from a mortal. He grins. "I know."

#the barking writer #hermitcraft x empires #katherine elizabeth #esmp katherine #cubfan135 #impulsesv #empires s2 #hermitcraft #hermitcraft spoilers #empires smp spoilers #vex!cub #i just love that cub is working with katherine okau #i feel like its pleasantly ironic

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life-winners-liveblog · 3 months

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Hey jimbo, random question while you walk. What's your Scott up to and like?

-Neth

LimL!Jimmy : My Scott? I haven't seen that man in a while actually... Didn't he join your Dukedom?

LL!Martyn: He did yeah.

LimL!Jimmy: And we didn't really interact often enough during Limited Life... I could talk about how he was before? When he was the ruler of Chromia back when we were in Empires?

#asks #trafficblr #traffic series #jimmy solidarity #Neth #martyn inthelittlewood

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hmshermitcraft · 4 months

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nothing fancy for this one honestly I do be a lil tired, this might just be considered a 2 for 1 or short story on accident, idk man :(

Polypires(s2) + polyhermits, Jimmy Grian and Jevin based headcannons

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Ever sense the crossover started the hermits and the rulers have noticed some...odd things, not bad odd things though,

Scott found out slimes can change color if they hold dyes for too long, because Jev was helping Scott try to pick a color to dye something for Jimmy and suddenly the slimes hands were bright yellows and oranges, though that caused a little bit of a pigment fight trying to see how colorful Scott could get Jevin,

Meanwhile after the little color war Scott was trying to find Jimmy, after Jimmy and Grian had been having some petty little arguments in tumble town all day..

Peeking inside of the sheriff's office, Scott stumbled apon a little bundle of feathers, macaw and canary, asleep in a little blanket nest and Jimmy's hat sitting on the floor

...maybe Scott could deliver this gift another time,Jimmy and Grian did seem to miss each other a lot, but- Scott did capture a few Polaroid photos to send to the others to show what their canary had been up to, it was quite adorable after all, he was sure they would enjoy it,

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- a very tired 🎻🌃 anon

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(Snork mimimimimi...)

Scott sent copies of the pictures, including some he'd taken of Jevin. There was a lot of awwing over Grian and Jimmy (and a little jealously about not being in the cuddles.)

But then, in the spirit of Chromia, someone suggests a festival. One where everyone gets powdered dye, and they spend the day throwing it at each other. Everybody wears plain clothes, so the dye stands out and makes the world colourful. Then, at the end of the day, they can curl up in bed (maybe after some warm baths.)

They'll work on it. Scott pins the original pictures on his wall and smiles.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #jimmy tag #jevin tag #scott tag #solidarian #polyhermits + polypires #🎻🌃 anon #mod 🎀

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vulcan-bourbon · 5 months

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— He turned me into a doll with the words “You are just a toy in the hands of God,” — the blond snorts, rolling up his sleeves and lubricating the joints on his hands and elbows with oil.

Scott looked attentively at the sheriff with his multi-colored eyes and a fleeting sly smile, as if he was the keeper of some secret. For example, the secret that Joel had already told him this whole story and in detail. Conversing with the god Stratos was not that difficult. This cost the ruler of Chromia only a few things: to wave his eyelashes innocently a couple of times, to smile knowingly and wisely, and to praise the cunning of the god. Human manipulation and finding the keys to the hearts, even of immortal entities like Joel, was not that difficult. Perhaps that's why Scott preferred to live among alpacas..

— And now I’m a jointed doll, the size of which is slightly shorter than my height, — the sheriff snorts grumpily, sighing tiredly. Why couldn't that stupid god just leave him alone.

- You know the wisdom that for every action there is a reaction? The curse can be lifted, I'm more than sure. I even read a similar fairy tale, how a boy made of wood wanted to become a man...

- Scott, the problem is that I was originally a human! I know the fairy tale about Pinocchio! – the blond snorts again, but catching the look of heterochromic weak reproach on himself, he involuntarily nods, blushing. — I’m more like a tin woodcutter who’s been cursed and has no idea where to find his heart.

A malicious sound was heard from the ruler of Chromia, Jimmy did not even notice how the blue-haired man was opposite him. If he were a human now, he would definitely blush from such closeness.

- So you want to find your heart? – Scott says flirtatiously, looking from the sheriff’s dark eyes to his lips and back, playing with Jimmy like a cat with a mouse. Smeijer knew exactly what his plan was. He just wanted to test Sheriff's feelings. — Joel told me how to remove this curse. Have you heard about True Love's kisses?

- S-Scott, these are fairy tales for children. – Jimmy felt how all the gears inside him tensed up somehow especially and that strange mechanism that was working temporarily instead of his heart was ready to fly out of his chest as if it were a cuckoo clock. And her working hour has come. – Do you really believe in such a thing?!

- We can check, Jimmy. – Scott whispers, clearly pleased with the reaction and bringing his palm to the padding iron-skin, running his finger over the guy’s lips.

For a couple of seconds, it seemed to both of them that time had stood still. During this moment, Scott managed to rise on tiptoes and touch the sheriff's lips. Jimmy managed to pull Smajor in, kissing him back as if his life depended on it.

And now Scott feels warm lips on his lips, the frantically beating heart of his sheriff, through the fabric of both of them, and how now his newfound True Love again smells of sand, clay and the smell of gunpowder in his lungs.

The ruler of Chromia, without holding back a malicious smile, moves away from the ruler of Tumble Town and looks at the blond with his multi-colored eyes. Jimmy immediately blushes realizing exactly what happened.

- This... this is not what you thought! - Solidarity groans, taking a step back, with a feeling of embarrassment, awkwardness and fear that he is simply being mocked.

- Hey, Jimmy. – Scott laughs, grabbing the guy’s vest and not letting him escape and almost purring, — Damn just showed that you love me. Do you want to tell me anything while we're on a date? ~

#lukaniel writes #flower husbands #flower husband empires 2s #empires smp #esmp s2 #mcyt #mcytblr #scott smajor empires #scott smajor #smajor95 #smajor1995 #jimmy solidarity #empires jimmy #joel smallishbeans #fools in love #maybe jimmy is a tsundere

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clamsjams · 1 year

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list of empires smp empires based on whether i think they existed in lore before the players started ruling over them and also how the players got to rule over them:

putting it under the read more bc it got long

Ancient Capital: yeah obviously that’s pixs whole thing. pix is in charge bc he’s the only one there

Gobland: yes, fwhip took over from the former leader by digging up a magical king choosing rock or something idk

Glimmer Grove: yes, confirmed by katherine in her first episode, she inherits her rule and title from her family and bloodline

the Olipelago: nope, it’s literally a beach where oli set up his tent, it’s a place for wandering travelers and musicians (it’s basically an artsy homeless encampment). olis in charge cause he was the first one to set up there, but there aren’t really strict rules or any proper government (i’m not caught up on olis streams pls don’t come at me if the vibe has changed since i saw it last this is just my interpretation based on what i saw)

Dawn: yes, gem inherits her rule and title from her family and bloodline like katherine , but unlike katherine her family’s rule is chosen by the butterflies and bees through some kind of magical process and if they find the family unfit to rule they can choose another family/heir. if gem has siblings, then the heir isn’t necessarily the oldest, it’s whoever gets chosen by the bees

Stratos: yes and no kind of? lower stratos existed before, but it was a pretty small village, joel is their patron god and he moved in and started improving the village and building upper stratos bc he heard their prayers to him. he’s in charge bc he’s literally their god obviously. he’s actually a pretty minor god, which is why he gives so much help and attention to what was at first, a very tiny and insignificant village, bc they’re the only ones who regularly prayed to him

Tumble Town: yes, confirmed by the old sheriff. jimmy is the new sheriff cause he found the badge in a random mineshaft chest in his first episode. tumble town was a ghost town before jimmy came along so there was no one to contest his claim. they all moved on once they thought the mines were drying up and only moved back once jimmy revitalized the industry (that was very common on the real western frontier, except they just ended up abandoned forever unlike tumble town)

The Evermoore: nope, just a swamp. shelby gets to be in charge cause she’s the only one there and the spirits she helps are still spirits and don’t rlly want to be in charge

Sanctuary: no, sausage founded the settlement and was completely willing to step down once it started to grow into a real empire but he’s very well respected and everyone wanted to him to stay the ruler, esp cause they trusted he wouldn’t be like the king from their old kingdom. the people who work at town hall do all the official paperwork and stuff but sausages still the unofficial ruler

Animalia: no, there were hidden underground societies of animal citizens before but they were all separate by type, like one place for the frogs, one for foxes, etc, and then one day lizzie recruited animals for the critter council and started building a place where they wouldn’t have to hide. at first lizzie’s villagers were mostly living there under coercion, but as word spread throughout the hidden animal communities the animal citizens started immigrating willingly

Chromia: honestly not sure, this and gobland are the empires i have the least ideas for, i feel like it could go either way. chromia scott just doesn’t feel like the kind of guy who would build a whole new settlement from scratch, so maybe he hid out in a village while on the run from authorities or whatever kind of trouble he got himself into, and then he decided to liven up the place with some colors and ended up being in charge somehow. or maybe he was on the run and decided to build a house and a new identity and start selling dyes and ppl just started coming and building there too idk.

Cogsmeade: no, but i think there was a village or 2 nearby, and the people there are super wary of strangers and pretty isolationist, similar to false herself. when she first moved in nearby, the villagers weren’t sure what to make of her, she seemed strange but she kept to herself and didn’t bother them so they let it be. after a while they saw the stuff she was building and were begrudgingly impressed and a few of them decided to try and trade with her for iron and stuff. it takes ages but she builds some buildings and and some people move closer to her and some stay in the inn. it’s a small, close knit community, and the citizens and false trust each other as much as people like them can. false never actually tells any of them about her past and her trauma, but there’s an unspoken understanding that they all have. they’ve all gone through stuff and are running from something, they know what it feels like. there’s lots of solidarity, and they’re not nice but they’re kind.

Forgotten Cove, Eversea: yes, eversea isn’t actually a land it’s just the pirate term for certain parts of the ocean, the strategically important parts, where the merchant ships have to pass through, and the pirates who control those waters are super powerful. if a pirate crew is powerful enough to enforce it, they can basically claim parts of eversea as their territory and it’s off limits to other pirates. sometimes different crews make alliances and trades for use of the territory and sometimes they’ll just challenge the other crew for the territory and if the challenging crew defeats the crew that holds the territory then they can claim it.

when a crew that holds multiple territories is defeated their other claims are essentially considered to be very shaky and other crews will start swarming them to try and claim them for themselves. there’s a lot of politics involved and reputation is an important part of all of it. if a crew wins a challenge and gains more territory, some might leave the other territories alone bc they think that the crew will most likely be coming to cement their claim on those next, and it’s not worth it to try and fight for them. while some would view the defeated crew as weak and run to try and rip off a piece while they’re down. it all depends on politics, reputations, risks vs rewards, how valuable the territory is, and a ton of other stuff.

some parts of the eversea waters change hands constantly, while others are held more consistently by 1 or 2 crews. skeletron has held the vast majority of territory for the past years, which is basically unheard of. usually there’s a few big players and a bunch of smaller groups who have ties or alliances with one of the big powers. skeletron came out of nowhere and started taking out the big powers, and the the smaller groups either flocked to him out of fear or got taken out.

if the major powers had teamed up to fight him they may have been able to take him out, but it would take something huge to make them set aside their feuds, and they didn’t take skeletron seriously at first. by the time they realized what a huge threat he was, it was too late. joey was actually the last holdout, which is why skeletron was so hellbent on getting him. joey wasn’t a major power yet, but before skeletron sunk his ship and kidnapped his crew mates joey was considered a very promising up-and-comer, well on his way to becoming a major power. although most people gave up on him once skeletron sunk him, because at that point skeletron was considered an almost mythical legendary figure, like blackbeard, and no one thought joey could’ve survived his attack.

but he did! and he washed up in the forgotten cove! a bustling shantytown that every pirate knows is the closest thing you can get to being at sea while still being on land. the floating docks and the ships moored there considered just as much a part of the town as the many many pubs and bars. just like the sea, the town has its own politics, depending on the delicate balanced ecosystem of the town to keep it thriving. if you need something illegal, the first place to look is always the forgotten cove, which was named that way because the more honest and more wealthy parts of society didn’t like to remember it existed, and they got so good at forgetting that eventually everyone forgot what empire it belonged to originally.

nowadays it’s considered its own independent territory. it’s one of those places where everybody knows it exists and that people are committing crimes there, but the people in charge turn a blind eye to it bc of, again, politics. the town is considered more stable than the sea. in addition to the pirates, there’s also a bunch of gangs, smugglers, and a shit ton of poor street kids. it’s a great place to disappear, which is why it was the best place for joey to lay low and gather more power to try and defeat skeletron.

he also manages to unite the town and improve the conditions a ton while he does it. which is why he ends up in charge. he does have to fight a bit for the position but most of the town likes having him in charge and it’s hard to get them to agree on anything. the other rulers are shocked when joey shows up for one of the empires rulers meetings, because despite sending the invitation out of courtesy every time, no one ever shows up. they’re way too busy worrying about internal politics to care about the external politics with other empires.

after joey defeats skeletron with katherine and shelby he gains legendary status and is considered the greatest pirate of all time. he spends a year sailing around with katherine and shelby (i know shelby’s finale had kind of a vague timeline but i decided i want them to sail off into the distance happily ever after and it’s my post) and they also get added to the legends. the pirate king, the monster-slaying princess, and the great witch. friends forever.

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eyelessfog · 1 year

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ok okay so. The goblands have been as they are for a long, long time. Prior to them, there were other beings that lived there, who were either wiped out or migrated elsewhere. A while afterwards, a different city was set up, and that one was destroyed as well, this time by a parasite that many of the residents believed was some sort of higher being. Goblands took over the cave near where that used to be, and much of the evidence of the first civilization living there had been turned into rubble. Other than the few larger structures, it's hard to tell that anything had been there at all.

Animalia isn't large, nor old, nor strong. Popped up and became big in about a month, riding on the coattails of an older civilization that settled down and was once either part of or closely related to the Goblands. Gobland records couldn't tell you what happened to them either, as they seem to have simply dissipated with little fanfare. Which means that, either Goblands cut contact, or those that lived there joined back with the main of the Goblands and writing it down for the records was unnecessary. Animalia appears brand new - because it is - and was created for the sole purpose of giving animals a comfortable home to stay in. Even then, it's well known to the citizens that certain laws of the city are only there for show, and there will be few repercussions for breaking them. Terrifyingly, one of those laws-for-show is the law against murder. You can know that if you die in Animalia, you will have been loved and respected. Crime rates are fairly high here, but other than fear for your life, you will live comfortably.

Stratos' lower level was not always as nicely decorated as it is now. The only relatively nice area was the fountain centered in the middle of the small town. The god of what would soon become stratos appeared in the town one day. He told the citizens to move back, then stuck his hand in the fountain and called a strike of lightning down onto the tip of the fountain. The land around the fountain then pulled itself from the ground and rose up, and up, and up, clouds in the sky turning themselves into more islands. Joel would later on create larger buildings for the citizens of the lands below him. He spoke sometimes, of how upper Stratos was for the upper class of the entirety of Stratos, but that was a lie. Stratos has it's own economy, and Joel himself is the only one to live permanently in upper Stratos. Economic standing has nothing to do with it. Those who lived in Stratos prior to the raising of the fountain are presumed to be the remains of whomever lived in the Golden Age Empire - or the archeology site that Pixlriffs is examining.

Chromia is known to have been built in record time - faster than Animalia, and with less resources. It's citizens are colourful beyond words, purposefully using mismatched and bright colours to disguise themselves in plain sight. Crime rates may be lower than in Animalia, but they're a close second - and that's a difficult placement to get. While Sanctuary was created to give those looking for peace a place to exist and live safely, Chromia was created to let in those who need a place to stay, no questions asked. The only thing they ask is for no one to break into obvious fights on Chromia land. Leave the area and you're free to do as you like. Chromia's people are as mismatched as its colours, and they all bring in a bit of their old lives with them. Chromia has no history, other than being a small town with an ever shifting population. The only ones that stay are Scott Smajor - the unofficial ruler - and those that work in Chromia. And, of course, the llamas.

Sanctuary's citizens come from a different continent. The magic of Sanctuary comes from the grand tree. Long ago, she may have been called the Mother Tree. This was before she grew further, covering what was once dry land in lush grass and jungle. The people themselves are from an old, old kingdom, having been built [or possibly rebuilt?] not long after the end of the rapture. The people who lived there once had good and steady lives, but the rise of a new king who had very specific wants for the kingdom changed all that quickly. The downfall of the kingdom is coming quick, especially as a second and newer kingdom - Sanctuary - rises from its ashes.

The Eversea is a sailor's dreamland. Just on the edge of a river to the sea, it's stocked with everything someone going out to sea could need. More recently, it's been slowly populated by a crew of pirates, each with a cruel tale of why they had been out at sea for so long. The first to show up was Pirate Joe, a small fish man with scrapes and cuts and one single large wound along his side. Pirates, for the most part, have been unwelcome in Eversea. Ever since Pirate Joe came along, they've been a little more willing to cooperate, and it's been alright - the pirates live alongside as opposed to pillage. Pirates as a whole have been a terror to the lives of many who live in Eversea - the town being made of sailors and their families. The original town of Eversea was the first settling place by a group of people who came from a separate continent and found their way down the river. Most to all of the descendants of those people have left and found a place to live in some other settlement, and instead new people from both other continents and other parts of this one fill the population. Still, the land has a rich history built on the cultures of everyone to have brought their own.

The witches, on the other hand, have technically owned the land of the Evermoore for centuries. Ever since it first began to get reports of being haunted and dangerous, the land was called witch's land and trespassers were not allowed. Over time, the trespassing rule was less and less enforced - at some point it became witch property in name only. This, of course, is not to say that nothing and no one lives in the forest. The idea is simply that you are less likely to find the way out the more you want to. It's also a folktale among witches: to be sent to the Evermoore is similar to being handed a death sentence, but with the hope that you may - however slim the chance - survive. The idea of fixing, or even understanding the Evermoore has become an impossibility - a dream of young witches that think they will grow to be grander than they will. Still, it's a widely entertained theory that the deeper forest has an ecosystem beyond the imaginations of anyone. When Shelby first finds the large frog, she begins to think that it may be a theory she can prove.

Glimmer Grove is a relatively new kingdom, in comparison to somewhere like the Goblands or Eversea. The continent is in a strange state of a lot of movement, and a lot of new places being created in the span of 50 years. Glimmer Grove is older than that - 300 years old instead of the 500+ that some other kingdoms have. Glimmer Grove was once the same kingdom as Dawn, worshiping the sun and the lot of them believing in the full day - from the sun rising till it sets. At one point, the kingdom was split. Supposedly by the religion of the sun, as those who would later become the citizens of Glimmer Grove found it to be idiotic. Those who believed in the power of the sun would leave and become Dawn [more on that later], while the rest [including the current royal family] would also move and become Glimmer Grove. A couple generations later, Glimmer Grove and Dawn would reach a shaky alliance - One that neither would break, but was created on a strained divorce already. Despite the kingdom’s lack of belief in the sun god, they are still always sure to be inside when there is no more light left in the sky.

Dawn believes in the sun as a god. The one that the god blessed was the first Queen of Dawn. Her daughter was then the princess, and so on the descendants would go, called Princesses of Dawn despite taking the role of queen. Queen is a label reserved for Prophets, and King the label for a hypothetical Prophet that would be male. Dawn hasn’t had one yet. Dawn has had a shaky relationship with Glimmer Grove, but it’s gotten better over the years. At the time of Princess Gem and Princess Katherine, the kingdoms are fairly close. The history complicates things, but the two are attempting to mend the rocky roads. Dawn is a bustling kingdom that quiets as the sun goes down - a way of life they’ve practiced from the beginning of the kingdom. The kingdom is full of pacifists, and weapons are outlawed for the most part. A phrase the kingdom enjoys saying to outsiders that like to play bully is that “even the bee stings.” It is a kingdom of farmers - they’re strong. They can defend themselves reasonably well if necessary. And if they can’t in hand to hand combat- daggers are always kept on hand in case something needs to be cut.

Tumble Town is old. Not as old as Gobland, but about as old as the kingdom that Dawn and Glimmer Grove split from. It’s assumed that if those that lived in what is now Animalia didn’t move underground into the greater Goblands, they likely went to Tumble Town. Tumble Town and the Goblands have been allies for centuries, goblins eventually using their sheriff to choose their own leaders. The sheriff is the highest power in Tumble Town, but are generally meant to be on the same level as everyone else, unless they are actively working on a case. Tumble Town, being surrounded by walls of terracotta, has had a lot of issues with interacting with anyone but the Goblands, who are able to dig their way into the bowl. The railway, and anything outside of the bowl, is very new to the empire, the path for the railway being blown out by the sheriff prior to Jimmy, and the rails being laid by Jimmy himself. The whole of the Town is really bad with allies and enemies - having only begun having any so recently.

Cogsmead is another place for people to stay when they have no where else to go. This one is for those who aren’t animals, and don’t want the hustle and bustle of Chromia, and aren’t sailors enough for Eversea. Sanctuary also offers homes for creatures of all kinds, including humans, but even then, the whole place can be a bit overwhelming for an outsider. Cogsmead culture is entirely whatever one wants it to be. Many of the people keep to themselves, but are close knit enough that the murders are a well known secret. It’s a new empire, like Animalia and Chromia, but it’s been built with speed, homes appearing seemingly overnight, and people coming in within the week to fill them. Everything has a very blink and you’ll miss it feel. The ruler of the empire is well known to be the one doing the work, but she seems to be only half aware. It’s an interesting thing. Despite the danger that lurks under the whole place, it’s easier to stay - and most people do. It’s a place for those who keep quiet, and go with the mystery, making it unnerving for outsiders.

#[lore texts]#empires smp #empires smp 2 #empires smp season 2 #fwhip #ldshadowlady #smallishbeans #scott smajor #mythicalsausage #joey graceffa #shelby shubble #katherine elizabeth #geminitay #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #falsesymmetry

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scribbling-dragon · 1 year

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Adaptive Nature

Chapter 16

Summary:

“Come now, I'm not about to attack you two. It’d be bad for business.” He shakes his head again. “Can you even imagine the scandal? Ruler of Chromia gets into a scrap with two important figures from other empires in his own bar. It’d be disgraceful.”

“Wouldn't be the first time you've had a fight here.”

“No.” Scott levels Tango with a stare. “But you and I both know those ones deserved it.��

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(Masterpost)

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(hey! reblogs are super duper appreciated, so i’d love it if you could reblog this :D)

The tavern is louder than he expected it to be during the middle of the day. There’s patrons scattered around, several of them already hanging off their stools, looking prepared to face plant into the ground. He doesn't get much of an opportunity to observe much longer, wondering whether Scott would be interested in employing him for crowd control.

The private room that Scott leads them to, Owen splitting off to duck behind the bar, is small but cosy. The lanterns scattered across the room give it a soft glow, even with the light of the day still spilling in through the room. It’s also incredibly bright, which is in line with everything else that he knows about Chromia and its textiles industry.

Scott settles on one of the chairs, looking far more comfortable than either him or Tango do. Tango looks more agitated than uncomfortable, tail flicking back and forth as he stares Scott down. He’s just uncomfortable, too nervous to lean back into the cushions and simply remaining perched on the very edge of his seat.

Scott notices this, and shakes his head, clicking his tongue at them. “Come now, I'm not about to attack you two. It’d be bad for business.” He shakes his head again. “Can you even imagine the scandal? Ruler of Chromia gets into a scrap with two important figures from other empires in his own bar. It’d be disgraceful.”

“Wouldn't be the first time you've had a fight here.”

“No.” Scott levels Tango with a stare. “But you and I both know those ones deserved it.” Tango doesn't say anything, but his jaw clenches as he grits his teeth together.

“We’re here for a reason,” he interjects, before one of them actually decides to lunge for the other. “And I’d like to hear what you have to say.” He smiles at Scott, even though it feels a little strained. Scott smiles back at him, and it’s a little too sharp around the edges to be classed as friendly.

There’s a knock at the door, before it swings open. Owen enters with a tray of drinks balanced on one hand. He places it down on the table between them with a clink of glass, before disappearing out the door again, closing it silently behind himself.

Tango watches him go, before looking back at Scott again. “I didn't think Owen was sticking around.”

Scott hums. “He enjoyed being a barkeep more than he did as a llama. He wanted to stick around, and I had no reason to make him leave.” He shrugs, eyes sliding back to him once more. “I didn't realise you were still talking to others outside the Guild.”

“I'm not.”

“Oh?” Scott’s eyes glint. “Then who is this lovely friend of yours?”

“I was introduced to him by a mutual friend.”

“Pixl’s still adopting strays then?” Scott tips his head to the side, looking him over with a little more curiosity. “I understand that he’s interested in the Rapture, but stumbling across someone like this is a very lucky chance. I'm surprised I didn't hear about you before.”

“You know Pixl’s name?” He finds himself asking, any previous questions thrown from his mind the moment he heard Scott utter the other man’s name.

“Of course I do,” Scott says, “it was a mutual exchange. We both got something out of that day.” He grins, eyes shining in the light. “Now, I thought we were here to hear about me, not question me on my relationship with a mutual friend, hm?”

“Uh, yes.” He nods, “What do you know about the Dragon?”

“Jumping straight to it?” Scott’s voice carries a note of disappointment, “You don't even want to hear about the Barkeep?” He sighs, “I'm telling you about it anyway, it’s hardly an often occurrence where I have a captive audience like you.”

“I'm certain we’re far less captive than you actually want us to be.” Tango says, nodding towards the drinks clustered on the table. They're so far untouched.

“Ouch, Brimstone,” Scott presses a hand to his chest, “you wound me.”

“Only with the truth.” There’s definitely something going on here that he doesn't know about, and as much as his curiosity gnaws at the edges of his mind, he’s also tired and just wants to go to sleep. He simply doesn't have the energy for this kind of concentration right now.

“My story began,” Scott ignores Tango entirely, turning back to him, “in a mountain. I lived among people like me and I thrived in the cold that embraced our empire. We lived, and we lived well, our ruler was far more benevolent than those that came before him, and our relationships with the other empires in the area were halfway decent. They were strained, but far less strained than before.”

“It’s rude to ignore someone when they speak to you.”

“Our ruler was good,” Scott continues to ignore Tango, “and we lived well. We lived well until our ruler stumbled upon a shrine that had been lost to time and he made contact with the gods of eons past. He was blessed with divinity, though many have since suggested that he was cursed with it. I am…unsure on what I believe. He was blessed among the people of the empire, his radiance and the favour he courted clear upon his brow, but his end was nothing short of tragic.”

Tango gave up trying to speak to Scott, slumping back into his seat and crossing his arms.

“Despite what I believe, for it does not matter, we faced evil within the borders of ice and snow. We faced it head on, with weapons that could easily be turned on our fellows, and I remember the fear. There was nothing we could do but watch a battle far above us, clutching our weapons as though they would help with something so far from our reach. It was a waiting game, and wait we did. We waited, and our ruler triumphed over this evil, felling the Corruption that had grown from something close to him.”

He’s not sure whether Scott is purposefully speaking in riddles, or if this is simply the way he usually speaks. Judging by the bored expression on Tango’s face, he assumes it’s the latter. Either that or Tango is simply ignoring everything Scott is saying.

“Life was good, and our ruler treated us well. One king became two, and the alliances of the continent became stronger than ever. The icy mountain remained cold, but that was how we liked it. Our ruler continued to be blessed with that radiance, but there was no purpose for it anymore. At least, we believed there was no purpose with that favour he still held, and yet, he was tested once more.

“The evil this time was worse. It was the same as before, but…twisted. The evil moved like a puppet on strings, as though it was nothing but a vessel for the will of a higher being beyond our comprehension. I can still see it, even now, standing beyond the walls and simply…waiting. It waited, and our ruler went to meet it. He faced it alone, where before we had stood beside him. He told us to leave, to evacuate. And when questioned, he simply shook his head and said there would be nothing left for us here.”

He has a feeling he knows what Pixl traded his name for, now.

“I did not leave. I watched, stood upon the wall and maintained the duty I had sworn myself to. I had sworn myself to my ruler, and I would stand beside him until his last breath escaped from his lips. I stood, and to this day that is my greatest regret, and watched. I watched as our ruler, blessed with a purpose beyond my comprehension, drove his sword through the centre of the evil. I watched him eradicate it. And I watched as it destroyed him, felling him from beyond the grave.

“I no longer watched, and I acted. Though, it was far too late at that point. I was the only one remaining in the city, for the others had abandoned our ruler already. They had escaped readily, though I do not blame them for that. I knelt at his side, watching as his life faded from him, and I held his hand through it as he pleaded for me to apologise to someone I did not know. I do not know who he wished for me to seek, and I still do not know, even now. I know that he has long since left the mortal realm, and I only wish that they were reunited.” Scott inhales, pausing as he seems to realise how much he had spoken. “My name is not my own, instead, it was one that I stole from that dying ruler. He gave it to me readily, though I do not know why. Perhaps, he wished for me to carry on his legacy. Perhaps, it was simply the mutterings of a dying man. I do not know, and I do not wish to know.”

Scott pauses then, and allows him and Tango to absorb the information they had just been handed.

“So, Scott is not your name?”

“Not originally, it was one given to me, or stolen depending on how you see it, and my true name has long since been buried. I do not believe that there is anyone that knows it still. Not anyone still alive.”

“And the empire?” He asks, “What happened to the people?”

“They disappeared.” Scott says. “I wandered and looked for them. I searched far and wide, and they have not returned to me. I fear that I may be the last remnant of that long forgotten city.” There is an age to his voice, a tiredness that comes with seeing far too much and remembering every detail down to the second.

“Oh.”

“My story here is a cheerier one, despite the alleged murders that come with it.” He says, “Not everything is a tragedy, even if the world seems determined to bring one to me.” He hums thoughtfully, “Perhaps the name is cursed, but I am happy to bear that, simply so that I may continue his legacy.”

“And the Barkeep?” He asks, his curiosity growing too much to be ignored for much longer, “What is his story?”

“Ah, ah,” Scott shakes his head. “Careful on the questions, my friend, not everything comes for free.”

“Scott.” Tango warns.

“It’s nothing drastic, Brimstone, I simply need a name for him, any name. I can't exactly continue calling him Brimstone’s friend, can I?” He laughs. “Brimstone’s friend doesn't seem exactly fitting, does it?”

“Arrow.” He says, taking initiative before Tango can reply and the conversation spirals entirely out of control. “You may call me Arrow.”

“Hm,” Scott looks him up and down. “Not a name I would have chosen for you myself, but I suppose it will do.”

“I didn't ask you to choose it for me,” he says, “I just asked for a shred of information.”

“You're asking for far more than a shred. First it was the Barkeep, then it’ll be the Dragon, then, before you know it, you’ll be asking about the Corruption. You're predictable, and entirely too much like Pixl.”

“If Pixl knows so much, then why didn't he tell us?” He asks.

“There are certain…complications surrounding the information he received from me. He asked for it as only personal gain, so it is only his person that can gain that information. If he tried to speak on the subject matter with someone that does not know what he already does, his voice would fail him entirely, leaving him a gaping fish, unable to communicate any further information.” Scott smiles. “He was aware of what he got himself into before it actually happened, don't fret.”

“The Dragon, then.” He says, “Tell me about the Dragon and the Corruption.”

“That I can do, though, be aware, this information is only for personal gain. It cannot be uttered beyond those that possess such information already, and if you are in breach of this agreement, you will have to face the consequences of it.” Scott holds out a hand, “Are we at an agreement?”

He takes it without thinking too hard about it. “We are.” A pulse of energy travels through him at his words, warming his palm and travelling through him in a wave. It’s not unpleasant, it simply tingles as it travels over his skin, raising the hairs on his arms.

“Interesting,” Scott hums, a faint glow in his eyes as he scans him. “I had almost doubted Pixl’s claim of what you were, but you truly do seem to be touched by the Dragon. It has been a long time since She has passed her blessings onto someone else. She had others to do it for Her, and She simply fell out the pages of history, forgotten among the margins of the world.”

“And what do you know about her?” He asks.

“She is a great being. The greatest of all beings. She crafted the gods of Before with a singular thought, conjuring them from nothing as though it was the easiest thing in the world to do. She granted them with a domain, and left them to their devices, allowing them to run amok in the world we call home.”

“And the Corruption?” Scott’s answers are clear and to the point.

“A fascination of many, including the one sat beside you. I do believe he enjoys writing in glittery gel pens?” Scott says, “Unless Pixl simply decides to complain to me about these things for no reason other than to lie about his co-workers.”

“No, he does do that.” Tango grumbles something at his words, despite it being entirely true.

“Fitting.” Scott doesn't elaborate. “Besides, there’s very little I truly do know about the Corruption. It’s something dangerous, that’s for sure. It was enough to rip this continent apart, leaving people scrambling to survive in the aftermath. It took time for life to return, even with my ruler’s success in eradicating it to somewhere undiscovered.” Scott scowls. “It was meant to remain undiscovered, but someone dug a little too deep and unearthed something that should have remained buried.” His face remains twisted in a half-snarl as he glares at the untouched drinks at the centre of the table.

“And where is this Corruption buried?” He asks. All he needs to do is destroy the source of Corruption, right? That’s his task, so if Scott knows where it is that makes everything a whole lot easier.

“I cannot tell you.” He says. “The forgotten heart must be sought independently. You must seek it in the darkest depths,” his eyes look far away, staring at a point on the wall where there is nothing for him to see, “and you shall be tested by this heart. You must carry a light with you, for it will be your true guide there, where nothing else can pierce the darkness.” Scott blinks, and he realises he’s staring at the man in front of him when Scott returns his gaze. Scott sucks in a breath, and it’s loud in the sudden quietness of the room.

“I'm done,” Scott says. “You will not be getting anything else from me. You may see yourselves out.” He stands, abruptly and lacking the elegance he carried himself with before, sweeping from the room and letting the door swing shut behind him.

They both stare after him, Tango sitting up from his half-slumped position of before.

“Well,” Tango says, “that was cryptic as fuck.”

He can't help but agree with him.

#adaptive nature fic #juno.writes #jimmy solidarity #tango tek #solidaritek #team rancher #ranch duo #empires smp fic #empiressmp #solidaritygaming #solidarity gaming #tangotek #empires tango #empires jimmy #empires scott #scott smajor #empires smp

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chyala-drawings · 10 months

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I present to you Zedaph, ruler of Colormetria, hanging out with one of his citizens!

He is based after Scott of Chromia from Empires s2, as I did this drawing following @shepscapades’s hermit challenge!

#zedaphplays #zedaph #zedaph fanart #colormetria #empires s2 #empires scott #hermitcraft au #shepshermitdesign23

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flowers-for-the-grave · 1 year

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Gold Is Appealing

The crown weighs heavy upon its wearer's brow. Each passing day makes the crown grow heavier, and the wearer grows wearier with each day. Some say that a curse had been placed upon this crown during the first brawl to take place over its ownership. That, in the bloodshed of the rulers, the crown had been cursed to bring death and misfortune in its wake, and that any who wear it face cruel and startling punishments. For some, this means betrayal from one whom they'd loved, being poisoned in their own domain. For others, the crown brought magical powers beyond their own control, causing a harsh and gruelling winter to befall their lands.

It is needless to say that the crown had been swamped with misery and famine since the first few days of its creation. And that it had been buried long ago for good measure.

Pix had failed to read that in his books. But to be fair, there hadn't been many accounts detailing this crown, and those that did contain information were...vague, at best. So he'd seen no issue with donning the crown and wearing it with pride. He'd made his rule, as the books had mentioned within his newfound capabilities, and for the short time of having it, Pix had almost enjoyed it. Not the power itself, no. In other circumstances Pix wouldn't dare do such a thing. But in the name of history, he simply had to, if only to keeep the crown's rich tradition alive.

Perhaps it had been this that caused his untimely demise.

During that tea party at Glimmergrove, Pix hadn't initially thought much when he started withering. He'd assumed that Katherine had found him. After all, he had seen that Katherine did kill those that she managed to find. All in good sport, of course. The respawn ability every ruler shared was used not in life-or-death situations, but mostly as a measure of strength; a way to test how long one may survive against a terrible foe, or when they're on the brink of death from poisoning.

But when he did die, he came back...different. A ghost. A spectral figure that startled the other rulers upon seeing him. Pix had, quite literally, become as dead as history. He'd merged with it. Was that meant to be his fate all along? Condemned to live as a ghost after a light-hearted discovery and some innocent tradition-upkeeping? That didn't seem fair to him.

Scott had the crown now. At first he hadn't meant to acquire it. He'd simply stood nearby and accidentally retrieved the fallen things of the late Pix. And that meant he had to put out his own decree for the other rulers to follow. There wasn't anything he really wanted. Scott was a collector at heart; an adventurer. He'd spent a large part of his life travelling, permanently borrowing artefacts and living freely. It hadn't really been his intention to become King of Chromia, but he took it in his stride. In fact, he had been planning to continue his streak of permanently borrowing other people's possessions. So for now, he administered a simple task: build a statue, building or other form of structure for Chromia. He'd laid out the borders, and left it at that.

But upon his return home, he'd encountered a most peculiar note left for him. It requested that he create a Brown Mooshroom and take it to a place called the Hollow. Scott knew something bad or risky when he saw it. And this note definitely had sinister connotations. Would this lead to his death the same way Pix had perished? There was no real way to tell for sure.

The crown was laced in malice. None would know this. Perhaps a demon from the days of the past had cursed it. A demon that had cursed it as a last resort in case he was sentenced to death.

Who knows? All we know for sure was one thing.

That gold, the very gold within the crown, was appealing to all rulers.

#empires s2 #empires smp #esmp #scott smajor #pixlriffs

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linmelon3o · 3 months

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Random SMP Theories #1

(Mainly Witchcraft SMP)

- The witch school Shubble attended was maybe Gem’s wizard school. This is a stretch because Gem is not the headmistress and that school came 2000 years before, however it could be the same because we don’t know of any other schools of magic within the same world. Unless witch Shubble was able to travel between the worlds to conduct her research. Also this theory is even more plausible because of the Empires world and the Witchcraft world being connected as shown in Shubble’s last episode of Empires season two.

- Scott from New Life went to travel around at the end of his series but what if he stumbled through a portal to Empires season two and became the colorful Chromia ruler we know now? They both like exploring and Scott from Chromia did say that he named his orange llama “after his friend Owen.” And as we all know from the multiverse, once an object travels through a portal to another world, it has to follow the rules of the world. This makes this theory even more plausible because of the way that the multiverse works.

- Cleo becomes human on Witchcraft SMP and combines her soul into one person again what if, during this point, all the timelines are off? What if the Cleo in the life series world turned human because of the spell that the time witch casted in Witchcraft SMP? This would be a huge deal for the timeline to set Cleo free happening and makes us wonder if she will appear human again in Hermitcraft season ten.

- Joey is a fire frost witch who was born in a town of only ice witches and got banished for the fire. What if it was Rivendell and he was banished from the empire because his fire reminded them of Xornoth’s corruption? It is a decent stretch considering the fact that Witchcraft SMP, as shown by Shubble at the end of her series, takes place after the end of empires season two. However, Minecraft SMPs do not tend to follow the rules (especially ones with magic) so I believe that this is technically possible.

#empires smp #lore #minecraft #minecraft smp #multiverse #minecraft fandom #witchcraft smp #new life smp

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lapetitsorciere · 1 year

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The Crown… Who now wears the Crown?

It was more than just a terrible idea to bring back the Crown that caused so much trouble before. Pix as an archeologist and a historian, one of his kind on the server should have thought everything through before putting it on, or even before taking it from the place, where it was hidden, he should know more than others do about it and the things that were happening because of it. He shouldn’t have been so naïve at the first place and here are some reasons:

1) The catastrophe which caused the end of all the empires thousands and thousands years ago and the awful things that happened through its fault. 2) There is three villains on the server already: Jimmy (the most safe from all of them), Shelby who isn’t yet sure of what she is doing and proclaimed herself a villain almost for no reason at all (+ she just feels comfortable with her sculk) and Sausage Supreme – one of the most powerful creatures, probably in all dimensions, who is hungry for power and for blood. And it is more than enough, considering the fact that Lizzie has a great villain potential. 3) Goodness Gracious! There are too much people who’d like to try the Crown on and take advantage of the power that it is giving, but it is unknown how exactly would they use it. Pix made it even more tempting to get setting his rule. 4) The Crown itself might be cursed.

Now something about what could the Rulers ask for, wearing the Crown and the consequences of it:

The Ruler – The Rule – The way of getting the Crown – The way of losing it.

King Pix – Bring one item of national importance to your Empire to donate to the museum. – Got the Crown from the chest that was hidden behind the mural in the catacombs. - Was withered away on The Princess Tea Party and became a ghost, so his reign didn’t last long. (There are two possibilities – either it happened because of the Crown itself, or it was a Sausage Supreme move. Yeah, or in was all because of the Fae we know nothing about or something else we have no clue about either.)

King Scott – Build something of your choice in Chromia. – Got the Crown when Pix died, because he was close to the place of his death. – Who knows what can happen to him, because there is too much going on – the evil ones and the people who can decide to get the Crown for themselves for the reasons of their own, and also he is an adventurer, so he may give up the Crown for somebody else, or the mysterious something cam kill him. • From here on no order yet:

Queen Lizzie – ? (Can be anything, including something mischievous) – Probably killed somebody just for fun or made them give it to her to try on for the same reason, or found it when the current owner was away fighting something, which could make them loose the Crown, so they decided to hide it in their Empire somewhere in a safe place, or because he was close to the place of death of the previous Ruler. – The same as with Scott, except for the traveling aspect and giving the Crown up for somebody else.

King Joel – ? Probably something that can praise him or entertain him. – Probably killed someone, because he wanted to find out how it would feel to be a God and a King at the same time, so it is almost the same as if it was done just for fun. – The same as Lizzie, but also can make a tournament in his own honor.

King Sausage – ? Most likely – the Establishment of peace in all of the Empires (and maybe – build a temple of Saint Pearl in each Empire), and/or assemble the forces to defeat the common enemy. – Either got it, because he was close to the place of death of the previous Ruler, or because he won the tournament for the Crown, or because he killed its previous owner, because they were possessed by someone or something. – The same as Joel, but would give the Crown up for Pearl if she would be willing to take it.

King Sausage Supreme – To become his slaves and to serve his needs and/or to accept their death. – Most definitely killed the previous owner of the Crown, because wanted to rule the whole world and have his revenge on Sausage, or ordered someone, for example: Shelby to do it for him, for the same reason. – Most likely was defeated by Sausage, or Sausage and Joel, or Pearl, or any other combination of the same people, or by the collective forces of all of the Empires.

King Jimmy – To be finally respected properly and to be returned his normal size (may be also – to bring Tiny Tom to their dimension from the Hermitcraft). – Most likely, because he was close to the place of death of the previous owner of the Crown, because he can hardly do anything properly and the chances that he won’t fail to kill somebody are very, very low. – the same as Lizzie.

King Joey – To get him anything valuable, everything valuable that can be found on server or becoming his crewmates in case of the appearance of Sceletrone. – Most definitely killed the previous Ruler just for fun and to find out whether Katherine would love him now and so he would have a higher position than Shelby to make her go out of his way. – the same as Lizzie, but would give up the Crown to Katherine if she would ask him about it the right way.

Queen Katherine – ? Probably to help her to bring her kingdom back to normal. – Either got it because it was given to her, or because he was close to the place of death of the previous Ruler, or because she had to kill them for they were possessed by someone or something. – The same as Lizzie.

Queen Shelby - ? Maybe – save her from the sculk if she finally understands that it is not good at all or to follow Sausage Supreme, or to become officially accepted by the witch society. - Either got it because it was given to her, or because he was close to the place of death of the previous Ruler, or because she had to kill them for any possible reason. – the same as Lizzie, but possibly would give the Crown up for Sausage Supreme if he would manage to convince her to do it.

Queen False – ? Maybe – to get her back to Hermitcraft and/or to restore her memory completely. – Because she was close to the place of death of the previous Ruler (unlikely) or because she found out that someone mysteriously gave the Crown up for her (highly unlikely). – the same as Lizzie, but probably will give it to somebody else, for example to Pix to get read of it. (It is unlikely that she will even get the Crown at the first place.)

King Fwhip – ? (Can be anything, including something mischievous) – Probably killed somebody just for fun or made them give it to her to try on for the same reason, or because he was close to the place of death of the previous Ruler. – The same as Lizzie.

Queen Gem – ? To get into her Sun religion. – Because he was close to the place of death of the previous Ruler. – The same as Lizzie.

King Oli – ??? Maybe – to help him to bring up his Dragon-baby? Or to forgive all of his debts? - Because he was close to the place of death of the previous Ruler. – The Same as Lizzie, but if he would decide that it is too much responsibility for him, he would, probably give it to Eddie and establish peace between Empires or to Sausage, hoping for the same thing. (How would he even manage to get the Crown?)

What can even go wrong?

Can we just give the Crown to Hermes? It would be fun and by all means great, and the world wouldn’t face any catastrophes.

P.S. The Fae is an interesting creature – it asks for something and gives something in return, but there is a big But – it causes a lot of damage and harms the one she benefits if the one does something wrong or just not quite the way it was asked to be done. It told Sausage that it appreciates Sanctuary and then asked for help (after him and Joey tried to bring turtles to the isle, because the pirate called it Plantina and decided that it is his child now and sausage is the only one who is a good patent capable of raising a child, so he can give him some good advice), obviously understanding that Joey is not very good at granting its wishes. It asked Joey for help and Joey did it, it asked for help once again and Joey and Sausage did what it asked for, but it didn’t satisfy the Fae for the first time, so Sausage had to sit on the isle and wait for turtle eggs to hatch for a long, long time as a punishment and only then it was satisfied. It asked Jimmy for help and gave him wings when he needed them the most, but he was cursed, when he did what it asked then not completely as it told him, so now he can’t get rid of the Scull of the First Creeper (it doubles each time Jimmy tries to destroy it and he can’t manage to give it to the Fae) and unintentionally destroys everything around him and it almost threatened him. It asked Katherine for help and asked for it again when she and Lizzie fulfilled but nothing else has happened yet. It asked Lizzie for help and told her that it will help her to get a Princess Dress and it did, but Lizzie had to fight a warden to get it. And the other interesting thing is that nobody can hear it, except for the person it talks to. P.P.S.: Plus, there are very few people on the server who know the secret of the Fae (That’s a Behind the Lore bit.) and that’s not a Sausage thing! Sausage confirmed that he knows nothing about it (yes, not as he didn’t ever lie to us for the lore purposes, but now it is most definitely so), Jimmy is as confused as always and as he told on one of his streams he was partially banned from the Empires SMP chat, for sometimes he accidentally leaked the information that was important for the lore (spoilers) and now he sometimes doesn’t know what they are even doing at all, if they forget to tell him and the messages are hidden from him. Who?… What else?… So this is another mystery.

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The Duke of Chromia - Scott

This one's kind of 'origin' of how demon!Scott took over Chromia

Scott wasn't ready to be an adult much less rule. But with his brother falling suddenly ill and his parents soon following him from grief. Scott was never their favourite. He was a backup just in case anything happened to his brother. But it still didn't mean he was taught anything. In fact, for most of his life, he was ignored, that is unless some good political match was even the slightest bit interested... Not that any of those worked out.

But, right now, shortly after his parents' funeral Scott was in his room. Barricaded, to be precise, so no one even tries making him make any grown-up decisions much less proper Duke decisions. He just needed a moment to come to terms with everything. Like the upcoming meeting of rulers near the old capital.

"Aren't you in a tricky predicament," Scott suddenly heard a chilling voice and looked up. Mostly to look around the room. But froze as he met miss-matched cyan and gold eyes staring at him from a shadowy figure with stag-like crystal horns and many more crystals protruding from its... his judging merely by the voice, but did this creature even label itself with standard or any genders? "Wouldn't you rather go somewhere far?" the creature asked, tilting its head and exposing far too many far too sharp teeth in a far too wide smile. Scott was guessing it was trying to be friendly for whatever reason.

How did it even get into his room? "What do you want?" he asked as he frantically thought of a way out of the situation. He was not moving the dresser away from the door anytime soon. Certainly not quickly enough if the creature wants him dead.

"To offer you help. You do not want to rule this place, you want to go as far away as you can. I can help," the creature explained as if it were simple to do. But for it, it probably was. And it was all sounding very tempting to Scott.

"Why? And What would you want in return?" the young duke asked, just out of curiosity. There was no way what he was being offered was cheap.

"All I need is your name," the creature grinned the widest grin yet.

His name. That... That was ridiculous. What would this clearly powerful creature need his dumb name for? All he had to do was say it and all this responsibility would be off of his shoulders? "It's Scott," he said and the world went black.

Scott sighed and stretched. Being a human was going to be fun. Especially one in charge of a town as pretty and full of life and colour as Chromia. First, he put the room in order. No crystals sticking out of the walls from the deal being signed. The dresser back to its place. Calmed advisor knocking on the door that he was merely freshening up after the funeral.

Maybe choosing the most colourful things he could find was insensitive. At least judging by the advisors' shocked stare. "I had a think, and we can't have me looking too sad in front of people, especially after what happened with mother and father," he explained himself. "People need to see their duke is strong and ready to lead them," he added with a determined expression.

Wrapping all the humans with any semblance of 'power' was simple for a demon of Scott's skill. Before the meeting of rulers by the old capital he apparently absolutely had to attend he had everything in check and no one questioned that he was the duke. Other rulers were going to be another thing. Not that Scott had any worries. He was too good to be caught by some dumb mortals.

He was not expecting to see literal gods, a chosen of a powerful god, a princess with blessing from the sun itself, a witch, a goblin... and whatever mayor Lizzie was pretending to be. "Sorry for being late, things are still a bit hectic at home," Scott excused himself as he made his way to his seat. Trying to not glare at a weird bard no one warned him about. Why was a bard by the table? And a random and pretty handsome but still filthy archaeologist.

"Wait a second," the sheriff practically yawned. Scott would be very interested if he weren't a literal god of justice. But at the moment he was focusing on not hissing at a lantern being pointed at him. Or to think he'd have to sit next to a god. What did he get himself into? At least it wouldn't be boring. The goblin king was probably his best option, and pretty cute and adorable. He'd have to visit his area. "Not bad, but not too good," the sheriff announced as he set his lantern down.

"Oh... Okay," Scott nodded, not sure how to react. But got Joel was rolling his eyes so he didn't take it too seriously. And focused on graciously accepting condolences for what happened to his family. Planning an excuse to visit Gobland and maybe flirt with the cute goblin. He was not messing with no divine. At least not at the moment...

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