40/100 Days of Worldbuilding #atlantischallenge #worldbuilding
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40/100 Days of Worldbuilding #atlantischallenge #worldbuilding
Just as tasty when you get used to using it 😋
Oh, I did a post on my website about Custom HTML Elements, Give it read if you're interested in Frontend encapsulation without any messy frameworks
spider-tech.uk/custom-web-e...
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The Martial Concord could always use some more civic minded folk
Updates have been on a bit of a pause while I sort out PC issues, but I'll be posting up the backlog till I am caught up
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A merchants union short story
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Were the stewards right?
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Down by the docks
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An observation between master and apprentice
Minor Health Crisis: The Harbourwright Respiratory Outbreak Circle of Alchemia Emergency Response Report - Day 15 of Duskwane, Year 847 Crisis Summary: A localized respiratory illness emerged among dock workers in Harbourwright's Bay Two salvage operations, affecting approximately 47 citizens over a three-day period. Symptoms included persistent coughing, throat irritation, and mild breathing difficulties concentrated among workers handling recently recovered magitech components from the flooded lower districts. Circle Response: Prime Distiller Kessa Thornweave activated emergency protocols within hours of the first reported cases and led a rapid response team to establish a temporary treatment station at the harbor's edge, while Medicae specialists began screening all dock workers for exposure. The investigation revealed contamination from corroded essence-dampening crystals in salvaged equipment. These crystals, designed to suppress magical energy during the original ship's operation, had degraded over centuries of submersion, releasing microscopic particles that irritated respiratory systems when disturbed. Treatment Protocol: Circle apothecaries prepared emergency lung-clearing tinctures using marsh-root extract and purified water from the Garden Vaults. The traditional Roothands remedy proved highly effective, with most workers showing improvement within 24 hours of treatment. More severe cases received enhanced breathing support through careful application of wind-essence enhancement techniques. Environmental Remediation: Working closely with the Artificer's Assembly, Circle environmental specialists developed new protocols for identifying and safely handling degraded magitech components. All salvage areas were treated with neutralizing compounds, and new safety equipment was distributed to prevent future exposure. Outcome: All affected workers recovered fully within a week. The incident prompted valuable collaboration between the Cir…
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There was an oopsie in Harbourwright that day
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Here we have the opening speech of the newbie artificers exhibition given by the esteemed High Artificer Kessa Vorthak
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Still working on the world map, did some math and found out that the tropical zone of the planet is pretty damn wide, so perfect for a pirate adventure, sadly no image upload for this entry though
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A letter home from a wandering merchant caravan, missing the festivals back home
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A little about the night life of Paxia
Dearest Mother and Father, I can barely believe I'm writing this with ink-stained fingers in the actual Smiths Guild hall! The ceremony was everything you said it would be and more. When Master Jorik Ironhand placed the bronze sigil around my neck - warm from the forge and inscribed with our family's mountain crest alongside the guild hammer I felt the weight of generations settling on my shoulders. You were right, Papa, it does feel like coming home to something you've never seen before The dormitory is smaller than I expected but cozy. I'm sharing a room with Neth, a Lumivari whose family sent her all the way from the Grand Plaza. She's terrified of the forges at first - all that bright light and heat - but she has the most delicate touch with fine metalwork I've ever seen. We're learning from each other already. Yesterday I helped her adjust to the morning brightness, and she showed me how to read the stress patterns in wire with just fingertips. The work is harder than school prepared me for, but it's real. Today I helped repair the water pump mechanisms for the Hearthkeepers' central kitchen. My hands are covered in honest calluses and my arms ache, but knowing that families will have hot meals because of something I helped fix... Mother, I understand now why you always said the guild work feeds the soul as much as the body. Journeyman Marcus - he's only been promoted two years past has taken me under his wing. He still remembers feeling overwhelmed by the noise and heat, and he's teaching me to read the metal's voice instead of fighting it. "Iron speaks to those who listen," he says, just like Grandfather used to tell you, Papa. Some things echo through generations. The hardest part isn't the physical work or even learning to bank a forge properly. It's being away from home during harvest season. I miss helping with the preservation work, and my hands keep reaching for garden tools that aren't there. But Sister Mira from the Hearthkeepers visited yesterda…
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A heartfelt letter home
The hardest part wasn't the physical training or even the complex academics. It was learning that merit mattered more than family connections. Your uncle Jorik, whose test scores always outshone mine in early school, struggled with the competitive atmosphere. Meanwhile, Sera from the Sustenance district - whose family had never produced a single notable guild member - earned an apprenticeship invitation from the prestigious Crimson Tide Academy through pure determination and skill. I remember the day I received my own apprenticeship letter from Master Builder Korven. My hands shook so hard I could barely break the seal. Two years of dawn conditioning, tactical studies, mathematical calculations, and hands-on construction work had culminated in that single sheet of parchment that guaranteed my future. Your mother cried when I told her - happy tears, she insisted, though I suspect some worry mixed in too. Those years taught me that growing up means learning to stand on your own while understanding you're never truly alone. Every morning, I trained alongside students from seven other races, each bringing their unique strengths to our shared challenges. Every afternoon, I learned trades that connected me to the broader community that would depend on my skills. And every evening, I returned home with new stories, new bruises, and new appreciation for both my individual potential and my responsibility to Pax. So when your time comes to walk through those academy gates, remember this: late schooling isn't about leaving childhood behind - it's about discovering the adult you're meant to become while staying connected to the community that shaped you. The friends you make there will stand beside you for life, the skills you learn will serve Pax for generations, and the confidence you build will carry you through whatever challenges await beyond graduation. Now, shall we practice your sword forms before bed? It's never too early to start building those foundations.
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A fathers evening story
When your child reaches Foundation Age, around six or seven years old, they'll join one of Paxia's specialized small schools where learning becomes a truly personal journey. These intimate communities of just forty to fifty students ensure every child is known by name, understood as an individual, and nurtured according to their unique needs and potential. Our schools aren't one-size-fits-all institutions. Instead, each specializes to serve your family best, whether through environmental adaptations like high-light spaces for Solaran children or low-light chambers perfect for Lumivari students, or through learning approaches that emphasize kinesthetic movement, technical precision, or natural integration with living systems. You'll find schools rooted deeply in your neighborhood too, whether you call the bustling Urbanplex, the maritime Harbourwright, or the garden-rich Sustenance districts home. Every school day follows the same caring rhythm that balances body, mind, and spirit. Your child will begin each morning with movement foundations adapted to their school's focus, building the physical discipline that serves as groundwork for future martial training. Community meals aren't just about nutrition but about learning service, gratitude, and appreciation for the diverse cultural traditions that make Paxia strong. Academic learning happens in remarkably small classes of just eight to twelve students, where literacy, mathematics, and civic knowledge are taught through real connections to guild work and community life. What makes Foundation Years special is how naturally children build friendships across racial lines and age groups during their daily free play hour, while afternoon studies introduce them to all the guilds through monthly visits, helping young minds discover where their emerging talents might lead them. Our dedicated staff of four to six instructors per school work closely with guild specialists, community elders, and even older students who serve…
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Here's an excerpt from the Paxian parents guide on early education
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A Section of school scroll about the Paxian Economy that is given to the younglings
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Today marks the 1/4 way mark and its also a sunday so a graphics day, its a WiP but here is the planets finalised sillouette (wip on mountains rn). I've been splitting my time between this and learning Nomad Sculpt to do some busts.
Drakyn are beings of deliberate strength, personal refinement, and embodied philosophy. Their bodies are sheathed in metal-toned dermal plating, flexible yet resilient, with tones drawn from the alloys they consume—iron, copper, bronze, and more. Beneath, powerful lungs feed a high-efficiency cardiovascular system that lets them thrive where others tire: thin air, high heat, low oxygen. Every movement is purposeful, every breath measured. They do not grow wild—they are honed. Drakyn are born with wide morphological variance: from 140 to 210 units tall, with a full range of builds and wing structures—from vestigial crests to fully gliding membranes. Many who lack functional wings choose to have them removed, a common and respected practice. Epine crests—bony shoulder formations—grow with age and effort, visually recording discipline and years of training like rings in living armor. They require more than others: rich, caloric food and trace metals to maintain their scales and endurance. In absence of proper mineral intake, their plating reverts to a weaker keratin state, a reminder of their engineered needs. This biological cost limits their birth rate, but the trade is longevity—Drakyn can live for over 150 cycles, and few among them waste that time. Culturally, they are known for their bold fashion, tailored armor, and ceremonial edgework. Their presence turns heads not through force—but through presence. To see a Drakyn enter a hall is to see a myth step through the threshold. Not because they were born legends—but because they train to become them.
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And the final Paxian Race, the have some interesting Deep Lore which you'll find might figure out once I get the ARG set up later in the year
Animara are born with the remnants of pre-Paxian adaptation protocols, an ancient gene system that allows them to express stable biological traits from select fauna. At birth, they show only hints of these traits—furred ears, slit-pupiled eyes, or feathered brows—shaped by ancestral lines. True transformation comes later, through a rite of personal choice and ancestral continuity. This Rite of Forming is a sacred journey. When ready, each Animara ventures into the wilderness with an elder and others considering similar expressions. There, immersed in raw conditions, they live alongside the rhythms of their potential form—canid, feline, avian, cervid, and others drawn from the Paxian fauna record. At the rite’s peak, the individual selects their expression, not based on heritage or role, but personal alignment. The transformation unfolds slowly over weeks, reshaping body, senses, and reflexes into a new physical truth. Formed Animara retain their bipedal frame and cognitive clarity, but display clear phenotypic features—fur, feathers, tails, claws, or specialized postures—paired with sharpened senses and environmental nuance. They are not animalistic, nor feral, but rather the embodied intersection of adaptation and selfhood. In society, they often excel in trades and disciplines that reward sensory precision, physical flexibility, and terrain fluency: rangers, scouts, herbalists, runners, and beast-caretakers. While they may be quiet, expressive, or solitary, each Animara carries a legacy of choice, memory, and motion—an echo of a world made part of them by design.
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We also have some fuzzy and sometimes feathered friends
Aetherials exist in a state just shy of matter—beings composed of suspended plasma fields shaped into a humanoid form, held together by fine-tuned biological containment. Their bodies shimmer at the edges, light rippling along contour lines that seem to hover more than stand. Physicality, for them, is a choice: without specialized suits or grounding gear, they pass lightly through the world, leaving no weight, no sound, no dust beneath their feet. Their forms are fluid and expressive, able to shift limb length, posture, or silhouette with ease. Portions of their body—hands, threads of spine, halos of field—can be extended or detached temporarily, allowing Aetherials to interact with multiple objects or environments at once. This ability is not just personal—it is architectural. Much of Paxia’s floating infrastructure and anti-gravity civic platforms are stabilized and maintained by Aetherial presence, their field-echoes woven directly into the city’s bones. Aetherials do not age in visible ways. They dim or brighten over cycles, their light deepening with memory and resonance. Many speak softly or with layered, harmonic voices, and their writing often favors gesture, frequency, or spatial notation over ink and script. To others, they may seem distant or unreadable—not out of coldness, but because they experience the world as drift and gradient, not hard edge. They serve often as planar engineers, aerial technicians, messengers between fractured systems, or simply as the quiet presence that keeps the seams of Paxia from fraying. They prefer high places, open air, and spaces between. In them, boundaries blur—between thought and motion, between space and self. Where others build walls, Aetherials trace the silence
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Pretty light on housing requirements
Adapted to survive in submerged ruins, pressure-locked data vaults, and the cold silence of flooded magitech cores, Aquarions are amphibious beings with control over their own biology. Their smooth, hydrodynamic skin and lean, fin-supported musculature allow them to move through water with speed and grace, while specialized lung cells—known as gillocytes—enable them to extract oxygen from either air or water. To maintain full function in either environment, Aquarions undergo the Breach Rite, a multi-day ritual that shifts their dominant respiratory mode. The process is reversible, though taxing, and marks significant turning points in Aquarion life. Internally, they possess a sensitive electrovascular system capable of detecting magnetic fields, electrical pulses, and even the quiet hum of ancient magitech beneath the waves. This makes them exceptional divers, vault navigators, and aquatic engineers. Their bodies regulate internal temperature with ease, tolerating wide pressure and heat ranges with little distress. This resilience demands a high-protein, mineral-rich diet, and their salt-balanced physiology makes dehydration a greater risk than injury. In society, Aquarions are most often found in roles that value precision, endurance, and independent thought. Many serve as artificers, salvagers, or explorers, navigating the flooded ruins of the past or maintaining delicate systems deep beneath the surface. Their affinity for submerged magitech and electro-reactive materials makes them highly sought in vaultwork and reclamation. Aquarions tend to be quiet and self-contained, speaking little but observing much. Though not unfriendly, they often keep their deeper thoughts hidden beneath a calm surface—like still water veiling uncharted depths.
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Have you tried de-tuning and re-tuning your magitech artifact?
Solarans are living vessels of light—beings whose bodies absorb, store, and regulate the full spectrum of radiant energy. Their smooth, bronze or obsidian-toned skin is threaded with faint bioluminescent lines that pulse in rhythm with their inner reserves, growing brighter under solar exposure and dimming only in prolonged darkness. Every cell is tuned to capture wavelengths that would poison or destroy others, metabolizing them into warmth, endurance, or bursts of brilliance that can be released with focus and intent. Radiance is not just sustenance—it is perception. Solarans experience a unique sense known as radiotaste, which allows them to interpret energy signatures as flavors and moods. They can "taste" solar flares, stale reactor bleed, or the gentle warmth of another's body heat, and use this to navigate, diagnose, or align themselves with unseen currents. Well-lit environments invigorate them, while long shadows dull their edge and quiet their fire. Their presence is felt as much as seen. Solarans take on roles that place them in the public eye—speakers, ritual guides, emergency responders, and radiant engineers. In moments of celebration or crisis, they become beacons—illuminating civic plazas, restoring failing systems, or conducting rites of light that resonate through the air like distant thunder. Their culture reveres expression, intensity, and legacy, and many speak not only to be heard, but to be remembered. To stand near a Solaran at full charge is to feel heat ripple beneath the skin and see the world colored in sharper contrast.
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Time for those Shining examples of paxia
The Sylvani are a people living in symbiotic partnership with plant life, Their skin ranges from soft, leafy to bark-like, depending on climate and age, and each Sylvani hosts a bonded plant system grown within their own body — typically along the back, scalp, or limbs. This companion flora grants photosynthetic support, mild toxin filtering, and a unique sensitivity to other plants through touch and scent. Their vision bypasses the full color spectrum, instead perceiving infrared and ultraviolet as distinct hues, allowing them to track heat trails, fungal blooms, and the flowering rhythms of forests. Sylvani blood runs copper-green or gold-tinged, and their natural scent is unmistakably floral, changing subtly with mood and season. Lineage is sacred—instincts are passed through cuttings, and familial plant-lines carry generations of learned behavior. Some Sylvani, known as Mycoforms, partner instead with fungal systems, thriving in low-light, high-decay biomes and accessing ancestral memory through mycelial dreaming. In both rural groves and urban terraces, Sylvani are valued as growers, healers, and ecological interpreters. Their ability to commune with soil, root systems, and even stressed plant life makes them natural stewards of Valora’s delicate biosphere. They often serve as herbal alchemists and arbor-guides within the Stewardship of Sustenance. Though outwardly reserved, their emotional lives run deep, expressed not through speech but through scent, gesture, and the slow unfurling of trust—like blossoms waiting for the right season.
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Eat your Greens Derryn!
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I thought I wouldn't have a thing to post today but here is a render of the crest that comes along with completing your Librarium training, can be worn as a clasp or a medallion
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Nothing to post today but I've been using my map tism to build out an actual good map of the Grand Plaza, Sprawling Botanical gardens are HARD and I've not even gotten to the floating platforms or the Grand Library
Shorter and stockier than other Paxians, the Terrakor were engineered for subterranean survival and long-term industrial labor. Their **rock-hardened epidermis** resists both heat and cold, forming a natural barrier against environmental extremes. Beneath this, their **dense bone structure** and proportional musculature grant them formidable strength and stability without departing from human norms. Terrakor feet contain enhanced pressure-sensitive receptors—**sensory soles** that allow them to perceive vibration, fault lines, and even shallow air pockets through stone. This trait, along with **lung adaptations** for low-oxygen, mineral-dense, or otherwise toxic environments, makes them **indispensable in mines, forges, and heavy industry**. Their skin tones **shift subtly with seasonal diet**, reflecting mineral intake across the cycles—bronze from iron, greenish from copper, ash-gray from silicates. Though capable of **digesting mineral matter for caloric and structural benefit**, they still require supplementary vitamins and hydration to maintain balance. Even their **blood shifts in hue** depending on their dominant intake—deep red, brassy, or dark ochre, never quite the same twice. Terrakor are grounded in presence and action. Where others bend to comfort, the Terrakor endure
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Time for those stony fellows, the Terrakor. no they dont have a scottish accent
Possessing smooth, pale skin suffused with bio-luminescent cells and light-absorbing pigments, Lumivari emit a subtle internal glow when not exposed to direct sunlight. Few choose to walk under the full glare of day, as their enlarged, light-sensitive eyes are finely adapted for low-light environments. Their hair, which appears stark white from afar, reveals up close a scattering of subtle primary hues. Each strand carries a fiber-optic quality, modulating in brightness and tone in response to the individual's cognitive state — green for curiosity, red for anger, blue for calm. Ancient Paxian magitech is particularly responsive to Lumivari engineers; in their presence, hair strands will often quiver or orient toward relics, forming subtle groupings around points of activation. In those with stronger echoes of the trait, the effect is unmistakable.
Lumivari exhibit a subdued metabolism, giving them a naturally slow and soft demeanor, well-suited for roles that demand patience and precision. This baseline shifts dramatically during the waxing moons, where both energy and clarity surge. Cognitively, they are known for near-perfect recordkeeping and often practice mindwalking—a deep meditative state used to focus, solve complex problems, or access layered memories. Their limbs are slender and willowy, with little capacity for muscular bulk. Yet what they lack in strength, they compensate for with extraordinary flexibility and balance, many are said to glide rather than walk. Their blood shimmers with a silver sheen when fully oxygenated, fading to a near-clear tone in rest.
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We take a look at the unique physiology of the Lumivari, one of the many clans of Paxia
Woke before light. The vinebeetles were at it again chewing through the edge-rows of dryleaf despite the scent wards. I told Pell to upend the mulch beds last week, but he’s still green, bless him, and nervous around the root-gnats. I’ll have to show him again tomorrow. Some things can’t be learned from scrolls. We walked the upper terraces with a guest from the Librarium—young, round-faced, spoke like he’d never held a spade. Said he was mapping historical yield patterns. I told him the only pattern that matters is how the moons tilt and whether the soil sings when you press your thumb to it. He wrote that down. I hope he never forgets it. Midday brought cloud cover, and the elder squash finally split bloom. Deep cycle fruit, long as my forearm, with skin like wet stone. The fieldhands cheered. They know what that means: stews for the week, and ferment for the next. We’ll trade the spiced mash to the Hearthkeepers come marketday. Maybe get a sharpening token or two in return.
Juni finished repairing the wind siphon. She rigged it with parts from an old focusing staff—says the copper veins hum at night. I don’t understand the spark-things, but I trust her hands. The breeze smells clean again. Before dusk I sat on the stone outcrop above the terraced bowl and watched the moons shift through the mist. Vaelrune’s pale edge curled just above the horizon, watching the way mothers do: not interfering, just being there if needed. I scratched today’s yield into the ledgers. It's enough. More than enough. That’s all we ever ask for here.
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A Good harvest day