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Well.
I can try...
So everything sits on the Auroral Ocean. It's the big infinite rainbow expanse you can see it in the background there. It's not really a fluid--on the surface you can kind of sink in a good five feet and then the strands of color get thick enough you sort of float on that. That's what everything in the world takes place on and it's where everything comes from.
Islands are created in the depth of the Ocean and sent up to the surface with ecosystems fully formed, animal life fully grown, sentient life (if present) fully intelligent and speaking already coherent languages. Most islands are just dead, though, and even the ones that aren't aren't very BIG. The biggest fertile island is maybe around half the size of Cuba. There's a scarcity of livable land to go around. Populations are kept small. Small-ish. Populations are not always kept small but there are usually problems when they're not.
So, you have a fertile island. You have people living on the island. They live on the coast more than not.
The sky doesn't exist. The sky is a terrifying black Void with a capital V. You don't look up. Everything you've known your whole life--yourself, the food you eat, the wood that makes the chair you're sitting in--it's all come from the Ocean. The Void is the one thing you can encounter that has absolutely nothing at all to do with you. It is absolutely alien and very very dangerous, and it isn't that you're culturally conditioned to be uncomfortable looking up, it's that looking up actually hurts your soul.
Souls! Your ancestors came out from the Ocean and you have a soul. A soul is a mass of aurora (made from the same stuff the Ocean is), woven into tight, complex shapes within your body. These shapes process aurora and they change colors and move around, and that's how you think, and how you feel, and how you move your body. Your soul is really important!
But yeah so. You live on the coast, because there's no sun, no moon, no stars to light the interior of larger islands. The bright light of the Ocean is the only light source and the Ocean does not frequently make people who can see in the dark. You live on the shore, probably, and carry around a lantern of aurora scooped from the Ocean, and that's your light when you go interior. Your town has auroral lanterns all over. It's all lit in all sorts of colors. It's cozy. It's light from the Ocean, and it makes you feel cozy, and that's a science fact.
If you're lucky, the island you're on is full of luminescent life. Maybe then the entire interior is lit in a rainbow haze of colors in all directions. Then you're lucky, and you don't need lanterns to go in from the shore. You're probably not lucky.
The Ocean is very warm, bordering on too-hot. You can't touch it. If you go inside of it your soul loses sense of where it starts and begins and you come back out heavily mutated. You use a boat. You power the boat with the Ocean. Aurora is constantly hot, constantly moving. It's your unlimited source of energy. You make a boat that's powered by what it's traveling on. You form a city near the shore that's powered by the Ocean. Auroral lights push deeper and deeper into the interior as your civilization grows. Awesome!
Maybe you found other stuff to do with the Ocean too. Maybe you drink it, and your soul gets bigger and spills outside of your body into magical new limbs. Maybe you learn to see it in the air, and you use those like strings to manipulate other people's souls. Maybe you realize your soul is just a pattern of colors, and you learn to rearrange it at will to change who you are for fun and profit. Maybe you find auroral beasts--creatures born directly from the ocean, just walking inscrutable souls--and bind them to your will. Who knows! There's a lot of things you can do with the Ocean.
You can put it into a gun and shoot it out real fast so it tears into other people's souls and rips them apart and kills them! That's a thing.
You can make circuits out of it and get a computer. It'll never make as good a computer as on earth, but you can browse the Rainbow for erotic fanfiction just fine (if you have enough money for a computer).
You can make cars and trains powered by aurora. You can make artificial limbs that link up with your soul and can move and feel just like the originals. You can listen to music on your soundaphone. You can hang out with friends at the shoreline and get drunk. It's all good.
So that's what you got for your groundwork.
Right now we're in the New World, a newly-found area full of relatively new islands. The Old World started to run out of stuff. That sucks for the Old World that was relying on us colonies to keep them up. That doesn't matter though. You live in the New World. Who cares? The New World and Old World are really far apart. The Ocean tends to keep clusters of life far apart. You fought your revolutions already. They aren't coming back to bother us. Forget about the Old World.
There was native sentient life in the New World, but it was too new to really get a good grounding. Some of them still are alive! Some of them have even been integrated. But you're an Old World species, so you're one of these.
Maybe you live in the Bread Kingdom, where a bird revolutionary ascended to godhood and became a massive auroral beast the size of a building whose nation makes probably a third of the food you eat each cycle (there's no sun, so of course keeping track of time is hard--each culture has its own time system, but when speaking broadly, we just count by sleep cycles). Maybe you live in the island-castle of the Auroral Confederation, a fertile island whose mountains form a castle that is constantly under seige by auroral beasts. Maybe you live in the DPREI, a pair of sister cities with the tallest buildings in the New World, all lit in garish auroral neon. Maybe you're a pirate, or maybe you live on some tiny island with thirty other people, enjoying a simple, quiet life and hoping you aren't one of the little isolated places that slips through the cracks and falls into slavery.
Maybe you live in Central, the cosmopolitan center of the New world.
Alieka lives in one of Central's ancillaries, which is a polite term for colony designed for labor outsourcing. Central is rich and the nicest best city in the world, and all of the less pleasant stuff gets stuffed off onto other islands. Alieka's island is nice, comparatively. Not terrible crime. Could be worse. It's still loyal. There was a revolution recently and now a few of them are independent.
Alieka does something very Problematic which is called Void Adulation, which is a bad name for it but it wasn't made up by the people that do it. Remember, the Void is the one thing in the entire everything that has nothing to do with you. When you study the Void too much, it takes root in you. Your soul, which is normally an auroral mass of color, starts to turn black. Parts of it stop being made from aurora and start being made from Void instead. This is a problem for reasons:
Friendship is a scientifically observable phenomenon where two souls stay tied together despite the distance between them. Void cannot make these ties. A Void Adulator's soul is scientifically less capable of forming friendships than a normal person's soul. Other people begin to feel uncomfortable around them as their soul tries to touch theirs and recoils in terror for its own safety. Being around people with Void souls makes normal people upset, scared, panicked, or in pain. That's just a science fact.
Emotion is, scientifically speaking, what you experience when the complicated tapestry of your soul shifts and changes and interacts with the aurora in the world. Void souls cannot connect to aurora. Void actually severs aurora if pressed to try. Void Adulators start to lose the ability to feel emotions. That's just a science fact.
Your soul dictates who you are. A good reader can read your soul and see what you like, dislike, what kind of person you are (in broad strokes) just by studying the shape and colors of your aurora. A Void soul is made of a single color that has no interest in interacting with anything. Who KNOWS who you become? Where are your thoughts COMING from? You're still thinking, you still have ideas, but when your soul is 50, 60, 70% Void, and you're still a sentient person, where are your ideas coming from? The Void? That terrifying black nothing in the sky? We don't have science facts about that.
Well. "We" meaning everyone whose soul is still colorful.
Void Adulators realize that attaching themselves to the Void separates them from the world of colors just a bit. Emotions impose less on them from outside. They get swept up less in things. Things can become quiet. They can express their soul to force things to become quiet. They can shut out the light. They can shut down noise. It's peaceful. It's a way out from a world you don't want to really be that entangled with without having to die. That's the argument for Void Adulation.
There's also the issue that Void Adulators might turn into Void Beasts which happens super super super rarely but the last time it did, several ancillaries rose up in rebellion and the colonial fleet sent to stop the rebellion was just eaten by the black, dead sky. So. It's become something of a political issue, beyond simply the fact that they can be unpleasant to be around.
some of the stuff in the auroral oceans gallery tag has become incredibly incredibly outdated this is all the present canon stuff
I can try...
So everything sits on the Auroral Ocean. It's the big infinite rainbow expanse you can see it in the background there. It's not really a fluid--on the surface you can kind of sink in a good five feet and then the strands of color get thick enough you sort of float on that. That's what everything in the world takes place on and it's where everything comes from.
Islands are created in the depth of the Ocean and sent up to the surface with ecosystems fully formed, animal life fully grown, sentient life (if present) fully intelligent and speaking already coherent languages. Most islands are just dead, though, and even the ones that aren't aren't very BIG. The biggest fertile island is maybe around half the size of Cuba. There's a scarcity of livable land to go around. Populations are kept small. Small-ish. Populations are not always kept small but there are usually problems when they're not.
So, you have a fertile island. You have people living on the island. They live on the coast more than not.
The sky doesn't exist. The sky is a terrifying black Void with a capital V. You don't look up. Everything you've known your whole life--yourself, the food you eat, the wood that makes the chair you're sitting in--it's all come from the Ocean. The Void is the one thing you can encounter that has absolutely nothing at all to do with you. It is absolutely alien and very very dangerous, and it isn't that you're culturally conditioned to be uncomfortable looking up, it's that looking up actually hurts your soul.
Souls! Your ancestors came out from the Ocean and you have a soul. A soul is a mass of aurora (made from the same stuff the Ocean is), woven into tight, complex shapes within your body. These shapes process aurora and they change colors and move around, and that's how you think, and how you feel, and how you move your body. Your soul is really important!
But yeah so. You live on the coast, because there's no sun, no moon, no stars to light the interior of larger islands. The bright light of the Ocean is the only light source and the Ocean does not frequently make people who can see in the dark. You live on the shore, probably, and carry around a lantern of aurora scooped from the Ocean, and that's your light when you go interior. Your town has auroral lanterns all over. It's all lit in all sorts of colors. It's cozy. It's light from the Ocean, and it makes you feel cozy, and that's a science fact.
If you're lucky, the island you're on is full of luminescent life. Maybe then the entire interior is lit in a rainbow haze of colors in all directions. Then you're lucky, and you don't need lanterns to go in from the shore. You're probably not lucky.
The Ocean is very warm, bordering on too-hot. You can't touch it. If you go inside of it your soul loses sense of where it starts and begins and you come back out heavily mutated. You use a boat. You power the boat with the Ocean. Aurora is constantly hot, constantly moving. It's your unlimited source of energy. You make a boat that's powered by what it's traveling on. You form a city near the shore that's powered by the Ocean. Auroral lights push deeper and deeper into the interior as your civilization grows. Awesome!
Maybe you found other stuff to do with the Ocean too. Maybe you drink it, and your soul gets bigger and spills outside of your body into magical new limbs. Maybe you learn to see it in the air, and you use those like strings to manipulate other people's souls. Maybe you realize your soul is just a pattern of colors, and you learn to rearrange it at will to change who you are for fun and profit. Maybe you find auroral beasts--creatures born directly from the ocean, just walking inscrutable souls--and bind them to your will. Who knows! There's a lot of things you can do with the Ocean.
You can put it into a gun and shoot it out real fast so it tears into other people's souls and rips them apart and kills them! That's a thing.
You can make circuits out of it and get a computer. It'll never make as good a computer as on earth, but you can browse the Rainbow for erotic fanfiction just fine (if you have enough money for a computer).
You can make cars and trains powered by aurora. You can make artificial limbs that link up with your soul and can move and feel just like the originals. You can listen to music on your soundaphone. You can hang out with friends at the shoreline and get drunk. It's all good.
So that's what you got for your groundwork.
Right now we're in the New World, a newly-found area full of relatively new islands. The Old World started to run out of stuff. That sucks for the Old World that was relying on us colonies to keep them up. That doesn't matter though. You live in the New World. Who cares? The New World and Old World are really far apart. The Ocean tends to keep clusters of life far apart. You fought your revolutions already. They aren't coming back to bother us. Forget about the Old World.
There was native sentient life in the New World, but it was too new to really get a good grounding. Some of them still are alive! Some of them have even been integrated. But you're an Old World species, so you're one of these.
Maybe you live in the Bread Kingdom, where a bird revolutionary ascended to godhood and became a massive auroral beast the size of a building whose nation makes probably a third of the food you eat each cycle (there's no sun, so of course keeping track of time is hard--each culture has its own time system, but when speaking broadly, we just count by sleep cycles). Maybe you live in the island-castle of the Auroral Confederation, a fertile island whose mountains form a castle that is constantly under seige by auroral beasts. Maybe you live in the DPREI, a pair of sister cities with the tallest buildings in the New World, all lit in garish auroral neon. Maybe you're a pirate, or maybe you live on some tiny island with thirty other people, enjoying a simple, quiet life and hoping you aren't one of the little isolated places that slips through the cracks and falls into slavery.
Maybe you live in Central, the cosmopolitan center of the New world.
Alieka lives in one of Central's ancillaries, which is a polite term for colony designed for labor outsourcing. Central is rich and the nicest best city in the world, and all of the less pleasant stuff gets stuffed off onto other islands. Alieka's island is nice, comparatively. Not terrible crime. Could be worse. It's still loyal. There was a revolution recently and now a few of them are independent.
Alieka does something very Problematic which is called Void Adulation, which is a bad name for it but it wasn't made up by the people that do it. Remember, the Void is the one thing in the entire everything that has nothing to do with you. When you study the Void too much, it takes root in you. Your soul, which is normally an auroral mass of color, starts to turn black. Parts of it stop being made from aurora and start being made from Void instead. This is a problem for reasons:
Friendship is a scientifically observable phenomenon where two souls stay tied together despite the distance between them. Void cannot make these ties. A Void Adulator's soul is scientifically less capable of forming friendships than a normal person's soul. Other people begin to feel uncomfortable around them as their soul tries to touch theirs and recoils in terror for its own safety. Being around people with Void souls makes normal people upset, scared, panicked, or in pain. That's just a science fact.
Emotion is, scientifically speaking, what you experience when the complicated tapestry of your soul shifts and changes and interacts with the aurora in the world. Void souls cannot connect to aurora. Void actually severs aurora if pressed to try. Void Adulators start to lose the ability to feel emotions. That's just a science fact.
Your soul dictates who you are. A good reader can read your soul and see what you like, dislike, what kind of person you are (in broad strokes) just by studying the shape and colors of your aurora. A Void soul is made of a single color that has no interest in interacting with anything. Who KNOWS who you become? Where are your thoughts COMING from? You're still thinking, you still have ideas, but when your soul is 50, 60, 70% Void, and you're still a sentient person, where are your ideas coming from? The Void? That terrifying black nothing in the sky? We don't have science facts about that.
Well. "We" meaning everyone whose soul is still colorful.
Void Adulators realize that attaching themselves to the Void separates them from the world of colors just a bit. Emotions impose less on them from outside. They get swept up less in things. Things can become quiet. They can express their soul to force things to become quiet. They can shut out the light. They can shut down noise. It's peaceful. It's a way out from a world you don't want to really be that entangled with without having to die. That's the argument for Void Adulation.
There's also the issue that Void Adulators might turn into Void Beasts which happens super super super rarely but the last time it did, several ancillaries rose up in rebellion and the colonial fleet sent to stop the rebellion was just eaten by the black, dead sky. So. It's become something of a political issue, beyond simply the fact that they can be unpleasant to be around.
some of the stuff in the auroral oceans gallery tag has become incredibly incredibly outdated this is all the present canon stuff
A-leek-a is how it's coming out in my head
it's apparently an actual indian name but like
the secret is all brinnesch names are like, how i make them is i take a european name and make it weird like kimberly became emberly that one time
alieka is just
alice tweaked basically
which is my middle name since it's my fursona
so
it's apparently an actual indian name but like
the secret is all brinnesch names are like, how i make them is i take a european name and make it weird like kimberly became emberly that one time
alieka is just
alice tweaked basically
which is my middle name since it's my fursona
so
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