The Stranger

The Stranger (Strange-Babe)

[...] Oddly, there exists an objective sense of morality in Over-World. Through either inherit rules that are embroidered into the fabric of existence or through the injection of a being beyond us, Good and Evil are tangible forces that are at play within the wider game of the universe. Nothing is more evident of this than the continued existence of the Stranger. -- Across all world faiths and cultures there exists this idea of the reincarnating avatar, or a virtuous figure that embodies goodwill. While the Stranger varies from incarnation to incarnation, they all follow three unifying traits: A) They only act in the interest of the people, (though what this means can vary), B) They will appear suddenly and at a time when he is needed and/or called upon, and C) No matter what, they are always destined to accomplish their “mission”. [...] 

-- Quote from Alexander Treshkenov.

Capabilities:

Composure — ???

Action — ???

Malice to Righteousness — ???

Perception — ???

Vigour — ???

Culture — ???

lever love void man

There is a man out there, somewhere in the void.

Every waking moment he works, pushing a blue, chalky lever.

Moving forward, pushing forward, moving the wheel of time.

A perpetual, repetitive life. A job with no foreseen end.

It makes him tired, it makes him exhausted, a never ending labour.

There’s nothing else for him here though, in this realm of non-existence.

There is a purpose to the work, a meaning to the lever.

It is the hand-crank of reality, the pendulum of time.

And to cease this activity would bring reality to an end.

Therefore the wheel has an excuse for being a justified labour;

For without a worker to tend to it, a volunteer for the void,

All of reality would plunge into a sort of non-existence.

He had a life once, a human life. Below the void.

A life where he breathed in a normal air, working a human labour.

But that life was long ago, a life that already came to an end.

He now works in the abyss, breathing in an air of non-existence.

Restrained to his duties, occupied by the blue chalky lever.

Tending to its needs, tending to the engine of dust and time.

This is not a punishment, mind you. He was never chained to the void.

He does this by his own volition, his own inflicted labour.

Choosing to abide by his duty, he’s happy to prolong his time

Stuck here in the inky abyss, in the house of the lever.

As grueling the work may be, with no sight of any end,

He is happy to do it, for the alternative is non-existence.

Sometimes he slips, and in an instant; everything freezes in time.

When he does so, he apologizes profusely, apologizing to a void.

He stammers back to work, resuming back into his labour.

Although no one else seemed to have noticed the moment of non-existence,

It felt as if to the man, he had brought reality to its end.

So he continues to push the blue chalk lever.

He runs the machine. To no break, to no end.

He circles the machine. Commiting to the chalky blue lever.

He pushes the machine. Drenched in sweat, and alone in the void.

He accompanies the machine. Abiding to his labour.

He surrounds the machine. Denying the people below their non-existence.

He cares for the machine. Tending to his wheel of time.

The Kingdom of Gwyndell

During a skirmish involving some western Rashiutain lands, a strange disease wormed its way into a Gwyndel’ soldier. The Gwyndel’man’s body quickly perished and withered away after contracting the strange sickness. From his rotting corpse the disease burrowed into the ground and plunged most of Gwyndell’s land into a state of rot and decay. The air became toxic and unbreathable, and the soil became spoiled and gray. Most of the people sought refuge from the turned lands and fled into the caves beneath them.

        As the mass exodus started, most of the former Gwyndell Order fell during the discord, and the factions that sprung up in the chaos fought for decades for dominance for their underground. After several years of infighting, it was the Alliance of Reformity that raised their flag victorious, who then seeked to rebuild the former Kingdom of Gwyndell underground.

        For a few centuries, Gwyndell remained hidden from the outside world, instead living day to day in the half-dark of murky caverns. Hard rock floors lit by silver colored torches, sustaining oneself with broth and mushrooms. There were patches of sunlight and untainted grass in the caves, and with this, a few families of farmers brought along some animals and plants. But it was barely enough to feed an entire kingdom’s worth of people.

        Life went on up until 1678, when Danieal Highman, an eccentric and high-ranking Gwyndel’man in the kingdom’s society, heard the digging from a near-by Rashiutan mining company. Soon after he alerted the miners of his (and the rest of Gwyndell’s) presence, the culture within Gwyndell was split; Half of the population wanted to escape the caves; escape from the underground and live in sunlight and warm cooked meals again. The other half wanted to stay down in the caverns, keeping themselves in the dark in the sake of rugged tradition and pride.

The Shores of Sierra

" [...] On the 20th of Whales, 1772; I, along with the rest of the ward I belonged to, was ordered to supply Naval Support along the shores of Western Sierra. With the looming spur the Northern Conflict had created coupled with the drastic political affairs occurring in Rashiuta, the air along the Aerialands began to tense -- smaller and more populist cultures now treaded carefully in the face of war and fallout.
        Despite the stress of the surrounding world, the shores of Sierra were, admittedly, comfortable. The coast we were stationed on was beautiful; the shoreline adorned in tan and blue colors, the sun providing warm and cozy air, and -- even with the hard, brooding shape of the S.S. Ventriloquist floating close by, it maintained the shape and frame of a brilliant photo. Somehow, there was a sensation of stillness here, which allowed you to process your thoughts and regulate your mind. [...] "

       -- From Ruddy Airdolph's The Enigmatic Story of Warren Strife.

The Myiv-Urron Character Dictomonies

"The Myiv-Urron Theory is a quasi-religious philosophy regarding the characteristics of a person. It states that each and every individual has, spiritually, a cognitive link --or soulfully, an alignment, to two godlike avatars of the human personality, named Myiv and Urron.

Myiv (sometimes referred to as Myis or Myic) is representative of the more social aspects of one’s personality. She is the one who gave humans the capability to go out to a party or a wedding, their capability to relate with and love another being, and their ability to care for and give birth to a child.

Urron (sometimes referred to as Urrune or Uru) is representative of one's internal composure. He is the one who gave humans the ability to rationalize and interpret the world around them, to settle down and rest when needed, to heal themselves and grow both physically and mentally, and to discipline themselves in the eye of work and ethics.

Every human being shares most of the aspects of Myiv’s and Urron’s gifts, as their gifts are vital to a human being to live a life of personal conviction and happiness. Some people slant more towards one god or the other; A woman could align more with Myiv, living a fast and interesting life partying and drinking every other night. A man could align more with Urron, dedicating his entire life to honing into a craft or line of work day in and day out. Most people, however, have aspects of both of the gods embedded within them."

An Excerpt on Elsignia's Caste System

"[...] Elsigna’s caste-based society, as controversial as it may be, was founded upon the inherently Szytharian ideals of Romantic Knighthood; each caste being symbolic of the individual aspects of valour.

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The Kitla: The lowest caste, are the servants or labourers of society, they serve their role in the life-long prospect of upkeep and supplying the below-basic necessities of Elsigna.

Above are the Drumna: They are the farmers, crafts-men, and merchants of the nation which provide and feed the bellies of Elsigna through their effort and trade.

The Inndurahs are the primary backbone of Elsigna; Soldiers who are indebted to serve their duty through military service. They are the highest citizen caste in society.

Beyond the citizen castes, are the Golvamins: made up of bankers, scholars, and police officers. They serve to maintain law, order, and structure within the nation.

Finally, at the top, are the Urumin: Politicians, Priests, and Army Generals, they are the figure heads of society; guiding the populace through their embodiment of Knighthood." 

An Excerpt on Saint Levine.

It was the fifth mission Levine was tasked with, The Fjord’s Whale, where she acquired her famous blade. In the midst of her pilgrimage to the Aerialands, she stopped to rest for the night in a rural town she encountered. With her previous blade having become dulled and brittle, she commissioned the town's young and inexperienced blacksmith to forge her a new sword. Nervous; he accepted her offer, but kept doubting himself on the sword’s quality during the process of making it. The following week, the young blacksmith handed Levine her sword; upon doing this however, the blacksmith realized how suddenly impressive the blade’s quality was: The metal; stronger than any steel. The weight; in perfect balance. It’s durability; able to breathe life into itself for centuries of war. The blacksmith, perplexed, asked how such a poor blade could suddenly turn perfect. Levine simply answered: “T's but a matter of dignity.”