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A young Miosi woman wandered through the streets of Velrivel. Her clothes appeared worn, as though she had been traveling. She wore a light hood, made out of cheap, non-dyed wool. She kept it drawn up close to her. As she wandered she turned her head looking around in amazement. She flipped her head around at a clatter on the flagstone road behind her. The street was busy, but no one had followed her down the alleyway she had taken.
“Just the wind or a pebble, probably,” she sighed in relief. She continued down the alleyway, squinting at all the signs as she went. She drew out a scratch piece of paper from beneath the tattered cloak. “What place was it? Naiel’s House of Wisdom? Urivie Alley?” She looked at the next street sign and recognized the name. She turned and headed down Urivie Alley. She saw a dirty shop at the end of the street and headed towards the sign to see if it was the place she needed to be. A Shadow passed above her, as though someone was watching her from the rooftops. She tilted her head up and squinted. She tried to find where the shadow had come from. She had no such luck. Anara continued down the alleyway, her goal in sight. She entered the shop.
The shop keeper looked up from his dusty tome and spoke in monotone Miosi “Welcome to Naiel’s House of Wisdom. What can I help you with?”
Anara removed her hood to reveal a beautiful face, radiating heavenly light with its fairness. Her skin had a silver sheen to it, which the shop keeper, Naiel promptly noticed. Her hair was also dark, like a Raven’s. Naiel sat straight up and spoke once more, “What is your name mi’lady.”
“Anara” she replied in a forced Miosi accent.
“What can I help you find Lady Anara?”
“I come from the city of Naerin, seeking a particular bit of knowledge and perhaps some guidance.”
Naiel came out from behind the desk. He hobbled over to Anara and brought her a lopsided stool to sit on. Even at his full hight he was dwarfed by Anara sitting down. He brought out a second stool for himself to sit on, and he spoke to her. “My dear lady, ask me any question, and we can find the answer together.” He tilted his head to disguise the lopsided face he wore.
“What do you know about other worlds?” Anara asked carefully.
“I know they are theorized to exist, but no one has ever been able to prove that claim,” Naiel said calmly.
“Is it possible to travel between worlds?” Anara hesitated, and then added “Hypothetically of course.”
Naiel looked somewhat exasperated, but replied in a kind tone nonetheless “I mean, if other worlds exist, and there was a way to get a vessel to cross the great distances of the unknown, sure.”
“Well, what about the Void? Couldn’t one use that to travel in between all the worlds?”
“First off, the Void is more mysterious than even I dare seek answers to.” His voice seemed to rise as he spoke, “second, No one even knows if the Void is survivable.” Naiel inhaled, “Third: even if someone understood the Void, and knew how to survive in it; they would still have to figure out how to control when and where they would even have access to it.”
“So it is possible?” Anara encouraged
Naiel was starting to get upset with her questions, as he spoke in a rude tone, “Did you not hear a word I just said?” His face turned beat red as he backpedaled, sighed, and then spoke in a muted tone, “It is theoretically possible, but no one has knowledge of any real substance on the matter.”
“I have another question sir,” Anara said, her accent slipping slightly.
Naiel became noticeably irritated at these words. Through gritted teeth he spoke, “Yes, mi’lady, what is your question?”
“What do you know about the Guardians?”
“My dear, surely you don’t need me to tell about the Guardians, all Miosi learn about them during their tutoring at the temples. I helped the Imperiarchs to design the current system.” Naiel raised his eyebrows in suspicion.
“I wasn’t raised in Miosi lands,” Anara began, still forcing an accent. “My parents fled during the War.”
“Ah, I see,” Naiel replied, thoroughly unconvinced. “Well, repetition is a great teacher.” He chuckled to himself. “No one can agree about what exactly the Guardians are, or where they came from, or have gone. But, even the most skeptical of scholars agree that they first appeared to us long ago when the Rivel Empire was at its height. It was a brutal Battle fought just outside the gates of Mios, the remains of the great Tyrant Rivelion Imperio Daevus Dragus Imperius IX and his army of great beasts can still be seen from the great towers of the Imperial Capital. The Guardians arrived at our ancestors’ direst time of need. They were able to slay the Rivel Emperor, his beasts, and all but one of the Imperiarchs.” Naiel paused, clearing his throat.
“What happened next?” Anara asked.
Naiel coughed and then sharply retorted, “Hold up there little lady, I needed to take a pause to clear my throat, don’t interrupt. Now, after the Battle of the Guardians, the accounts vary. Some legends say that they then organized our nation’s structure and blessed the line of Iesiah the Great to rule over our people. Others say that Iesiah was the one who slew the Imperiarch Evren and was anointed Emperor by the will of the people. Most accounts do agree that the Guardians did not stay long this time, just long enough overthrow the Rivel Empire.”
Naiel coughed again, and then after clearing his throat spoke some more, “The next time the Guardians came to our aide is debated by all the scholars. I say that every account has merit, even if only to increase the legends surrounding our great protectors. But, the next time we have evidence of them helping us is during the wars in the Expansion era. There were elvish strongholds all across the Imperial Forest and up and down the Imperial Roads, and they were receiving support from the Amahlese. Accounts indicate that during a fierce storm one of our caravans carrying supplies for the people Bourivel was destroyed and many of the men lost, but the Guardians arrived and led the men to the city and lifted up a great cart full of supplies.”
“So the Guardians only protect the children of the Miosi?”
“Not at all my dear, you see, the Denthesians also see their protection. The Guardians protect all the righteous people, even if they don’t recognize it.”
“Have there been any recent appearances of the Guardians?”
Naiel laughed a little bit, “The Guardians haven’t appeared in living memory of the Miosi; only an elf would be able to remember.”
Anara looked disappointed, “Thank you for answering my questions wise master.”
Naiel sat up taller, “It was no problem mi’lady, truth be told I haven’t had many people come to me for answers, at least not since I retired from the Emperor’s service.”
“You worked for the Emperor?”
“Yes, now no more questions or I’ll start charging you!”
Anara stood stiffly at this remark. She reached into her beat up cloak and withdrew a purse. “I have 10 Seraphs for your patience wise master.” She slid the pouch into his hand and then spun around. “I really do appreciate all you have done, take care now.”
“Thank you sweet lady, come visit me anytime,” Naiel winked at her as she departed from the store.
Anara stepped down, strolling back through the alleyway. She pulled up her hood as she rounded a corner onto a busy foot-path. Muttering to herself in a strange tongue she went on and on about the information she had discovered. She paid no attention to the man watching her as she crossed the square in the Market District of the great city. The man also kept his face hidden from view. He was average build, a bit short for a Miosi, more human. His beige skin showed at his hands. He smiled and kept watching Anara from the distance. He shook his head when she ran into someone while muttering to herself.
“Raelius,” a Stranger Called.
The man with beige skin turned to address the stranger, “Ah, Vincent glad to see you.”
Vincent, a large military looking man with scars to prove his long service strode over to stand near Raelius. His skin was pale compared to Raelius’s, but not ivory or porcelain. With a giant shovel-like hand he passed Raelius a drink with bits of fruit hanging off of the side. In his other hand, he carried a similar drink for himself.
“Something interesting?” Vincent asked his voice gruff and worn.
“Yes,” Raelius replied his voice smooth and baritone, “I think I found another one of us.”
“Yes, another off-worlder.”
“Is she one of us?” Vincent asked.
“Not yet, not by the looks of her.” Raelius said, almost talking to himself, “She seems like she is still lost and confused.”
“What will we do?”
“Wait and watch, see what she does.” Raelius trailed off, “If she is an off-worlder we will need to bring her back to the island, you know?”
“Yes, Raelius, I know.” Vincent said patting Raelius on the shoulder, as he took a sip from his cup “For her sake, I hope she is just a regular foreigner and not one of the ones we are looking for.”
Vincent turned from where Raelius stood. Raelius was still watching over Anara as she disappeared into the crowd. Raelius drained his cup, sighed while passing it back to Vincent. He stepped down from the raised platform and began to silently follow Anara as she wandered the city. He tracked her effortlessly, she made little effort to conceal her destination and put less thought into being cautious. As they went along her path, his thoughts began to wander just as Anara’s footsteps. He thought back to when he first was taken to the island. Pain and misery flooded his emotions as he remembers the agony he was put through in order to become what he was. The tracking sensor he set up went off, bringing an alert to the forefront of his mind. Anara had gone into the great library. Great, she might be in there for hours or even days. Raelius thought, well at least I have a lot of spare time.
After adjusting something on his wrist a great glowing dial appeared in front of him with all kinds of strange markings on the face of it. It resembled a strange clock, although blue and almost ethereal looking. He tapped on some of the strange energy like surface. Raelius’s surroundings began to spin with a couple clicks and a burst of electricity. And then suddenly, the lights and swirling world stopped, revealing the great library, but it was dusk and the street-lamps were being lit. Raelius seemed un-phased by the sudden change in lighting, instead opting to look around for Anara’s distinctive strut across the courtyard. After a few minutes of taking in the night air a tattered cloak flowed behind a feminine figure as she departed the library and went down the steps. Raelius walked over to her.
As Raelius approached the long sweeping steps up the library he saw Anara turn around, peeking over her shoulder only to bump into him. She whirled on the ball of her foot to face him.
“You would think tracking a foreigner would be easy. It was even easier than I thought,” said Raelius in Miosi.
Anara replied in Miosi “I am no foreigner, I am from the city Naerin and this is my first time in Velrivel.”
“Oh good, you already speak the language” Raelius said in different, yet familiar tongue to Anara “This will make things easier.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“You understand me, I know you do.”
“I understand the words, but not what you are saying.”
“Going around town asking about traveling between worlds is a good way to attract attention to oneself, especially, if one is not from this world.” Raelius spoke in a gentle tone, attempting to smooth things over.
Anara cursed, “That old man, Naiel, he ratted on me didn’t he?”
“Oh no. Of course not. Naiel is too senile to remember anyone who comes through his shop. His memory on other topics is remarkably un-phased by his advanced age. No, we have been watching you for a while.”
Anara looked visibly upset and unnerved by this revelation, “You have been following me all this time!” She screeched, “How dare you!”
“Now, now,” Raelius interjected, “you do not want to make a scene dear one. We are not here to harm you, we want you to succeed.”
“Ah, yes. I forgot to mention my associate, he isn’t nearby at the moment, but you need not worry, he is an upstanding man who has seen a lot of harm come to young people at the hands of others. He doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt. His name is Vincent de Valeaux, although I suspect you may know him as Veisze Valeaux du Praetor.”
“What did you say?” Anara snapped back in the language Raelius spoke in.
“Veisze the Praetor, my dear. Have you heard of him?”
“How do you know him?”
“He arrived shortly after myself on this strange world, just like yourself. Ah, what is your name my dear?”
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours!” Anara grumbled back.
“Oh, yes, how rude of me I completely forgot my manners; you’ll have to forgive me. My name is Raphael, although many people here call me Raelius as they can never get my proper name right.”
“Alright then, Raelius, my name is Anara.”
“How wonderful,” Raelius remarked, “It is time I take you to the island.”
“What, I asked Where?” Anara said grumpily.
“You know if you keep up your impertinence you may never find the answers to the questions you have.”
“How do you know what questions I have?”
“My point exactly,” Raelius replied.
“Harumph!” Anara exclaimed. “I’ll wait right here until you answer my questions.”
Raelius used his eye scanner to detect if Anara was likely to accept the answers here or he was better off leaving her behind until she cooled her jets. After a few moments he sighed and spoke, “Your first question, where? It is not a matter of distance, but of time. The correct question is when. For your second, I have no clue what answers you seek, but I know that you have questions. I also know we can find the answer in the place I am going to take you. Are you satisfied?”
“Not really, no.”
Raelius responded with silence.
“But, I’ll accept it for the moment.” Anara added.
“Very well,” Raelius said stiffly, “You’d best get ready.
Raelius twisted the device on his wrist again and the great ethereal clock-like device appeared before him again, this time with even more strange markings on it. As he fiddled with the display Anara stared in shock. Raelius held up his hand to silence her before she got out any sort of exclamation. He tapped on a different space on the dial, seizing Anara’s hand, and all the buildings began to blur. As their surroundings whooshed past the two of them a burst of electricity shot out from the device and jolted them away, leaving the steps of the library empty. The only sign of movement on the entire street were small particles of dust floating down from the air. The dust settled, and the courtyard was still.
[Pykanthrope – People of Spiritual Fire]
A broad shouldered man stood with his sword in his right hand – a short simple blade, equally narrow along the entire blade and tapering to a fine point at the tip, all the while having a slight curve to the cutting edge. As he waves his other hand over the length of the sword it becomes lined with fire. He charges into the fray cutting down a few enemies before engaging into a duel. His opponent, a man of a tall slender build raised his sword to parry the strike. The broad shouldered man sent out a blast of flame from his left hand and left his opponent smoldering in the dirt. “That’ll teach you about messing with the Champion of the Lykausts!”
A slim woman of an olive complexion wearing a slender graceful dress, made out of some kind of silk, began descending the staircase into the large hall before her. Lifting her dress so she could move comfortably without tripping she walked into the hall, and then stood at the door to the ballroom. Pausing to summon forth a little fire she was announced to the room, “The Lady Miradel, of the House Mynn.” The Crowd in the room turned to watch her enter, flames surrounding her in aura.
Blasting fire from both hands, Pyren covered the group as they passed through the gauntlet. All these are examples of the Canthrope, or more properly the Pykanthrope. Hailing from the richly-fertile volcanic continent of Ignaval this race of fire-wielding spiritualists is a force to be reckoned with.
Humanoid-Elemental. The Average Canthrope has an olive skin tone, stands about 5’6”-6’1” and weighs roughly 120-180lbs, with females usually being a little lighter. That being said a more medium skin tone is also quite common, and some Canthropes can weigh more than this.
Eye color varies depending on which region of Ignaval the individual comes from. Canthropes from the north more commonly have Violet, Orange, Yellow, and Blue colored eyes, and Canthropes from the East typically have Yellow, Brown, Green, Gray, Hazel, and Silver eyes. Whereas Canthropes from the South have Red, Black, Gray, Silver, and Hazel eyes; and the individuals from the Western portion of Ignaval have White, Silver, Green, Violet, and Orange eyes.
Canthropes believe that tattoos can actually harm a person’s Spiritual Energy or “Aki.” Usually when a tattoo is used, it is for the purpose of marking known criminals and as punishments for dishonorable acts. In addition, piercings of any kind are believed to detract from the natural beauty of the individual and as such is frowned upon in Canthrope Society.
Canthrope culture is defined by its spiritual, honor-based, and family-centric society. Each of these aspects plays a key role in the life of every Canthrope, from the peasant farmer, to the Emperor himself. Because of their emphasis on honor, the worst crimes are those that bring dishonor to your family.
The Age of majority is 17. Often times though, one is considered an adult at age 13 and would be considered eligible for certain responsibilities, such as ruling a nation or province with the aid of an advisor that has less power than the regent did during regency. Also at 13, all Canthropes, regardless of station or gender receive military training as part of their education. During this stage of life, it is customary for Canthropes to get married. The majority of the Nobility has pre-arranged marriages that are the sealing function of alliances and deals; however, most Canthropes have a strong desire for love in their relationships. This is due to the values ingrained in their society. Honor, Courage, and Family are particularly appropriate for this practice.
The Canthrope Family consists of the Head of House (usually the oldest Male, but sometimes a younger male or older female may take the position); his wife and sons, and their wives and children. Often times up to four generations are living in the same superstructure, with wings being added for each individual family unit. In addition many Noble Families have had the same families be servants to them for many years (and in some cases, centuries). A servant family is under the protection of the Noble Family it serves and relies upon them for their support in terms of housing, food, and livelihood. Serving a Noble Family is one of the highest honors a commoner can have. The Connection between servant and Lord goes even deeper than it might appear.
Canthropes are tolerant of women in positions of power, though men are far more common to see holding titles. Examples of powerful women include Aseira Loyter, the consort of the Emperor Pyreth. She through her station was able to secure her family’s control of the islands in the east of Ignaval post-War of Ashes.
Canthrope cities feature large market places in the center, and large farming communities outside the walls. Banks, Inns, Shops of every kind, and Homes are common place to see throughout the city. The crown jewel of the Empire is the Temple of Pyrus, a city carved into the inside of long-since dormant volcano it shows off the height of Canthrope engineering, and it comes fully stocked with all the normal locations that might be found in a standard city. Moreover, arson is considered more of a compliment, as opposed to a crime. Fire setting shows beauty in the object it burns, rebirth and rebuilding in all.
Canthropes by far have the shortest lifespan out of all the sentient races, leading them to act impulsively and out of emotion rather than reason. They often act in their best interests, but not necessarily everyone’s best interests. This gives them the reputation of being fiery and passionate.
The tongue of the Canthropes is Pytokau or, as it translates in the common, Burning Tongue. According to its speakers, it has many phrases that describe the sounds of fire, crackling and popping. Upon closer inspection it appears as though the sounds are merely inflections designed to highlight the tone of the speaker. For example a sarcastic remark may feature both a sarcastic tone, and a popping inflection if the speaker is being facetious, or with a crackling inflection when speaking to a loved one about a private joke. When written Pytokau uses a simple character set, very common among the more human races.
Canthropes believe that their control over fire was given to them by Pyrus as a gift for their devotion to Nüré’i. Volcia has gifted them fertile lands to grow their people on and a vibrant landscape. Xeratos has gifted them knowledge of the sun and the warmth of their hearths and lands. Spiritual Leaders include the Oracles and the Emperor himself. Pyrus, Volcia, and Xeratos are the preferred Dragon Lords – seen as a boon from Nüré’i. Oracles who have received their gifts directly from God, teach the people about the Return of the Dragon Lords and the Coming of the Orange Dragon with Violet-Eyes. The Religion also holds that the Emperor is appointed servant of God, and caretaker of the people. Canthropes believe that to honor Nüré’I, one must live and Honorable life and devote yourself to your family, faith, and ruler.
Canthropes have small shrines inside their homes where the family (often many generations) prays together. Each village also supports a priest (scholars of the written prophecies) that teaches and uplifts the spirituality of the whole community. The Temple of Pyrus is a Holy City, also a stronghold for the Canthropes. This is where Pyrus supposedly brought the first of the Canthropes to, where they were gifted the “Aki” and the Control over fire.
Religious ceremonies for the Canthropes include a highly ritualized funeral service in which a portion of the ashes of ones ancestors (stored in a communal urn for each house/family) is spread over the remains of the deceased. The body is then cremated and a portion of the ash is collected and placed into the Ancestral Urn, the remainder is scattered to the wind. This represents the belief that the Canthropes hold that ever though their family may no longer be on the earth, they are all tied together in the heavens.
Another ceremony is the Dance of the Phoenix and the Dragon. It is a duet of woven fire to produce a retelling of how the land became so fertile. It later became symbolic of the fall and the rise of the Empire of Ashes.
The adherents to this faith believe that the “Divine” gifts of the Canthropes are actually a curse given them by the Dragon Lords. The religion holds that this curse marks the Canthropes as “Corrupted Souls” and that the Dragon Lords have in turn become corrupted, else why they remain absent. “The only good Canthrope is one that is already dead, or nearly so,” stated the founder of Dyrkism “the Emperor.” They believe that they will be rewarded in the next life for being the scourge of the Canthropes. (This faith was born on the eve of the Genocide of the Canthropes and died very quickly only three decades later. However, there are still a few humans who hold these beliefs).
The believers of this faith, the Selykites, follow the Dragon Lords and the Oracles by believing that the Dragon with the Violet-Eyes will come one day to restore both balance to the world, and renew it to its original state, before the corruption entered. Ascribes divinity more towards the Dragon Lords, believing that Nüré’i is actually a Powerful Angel in the Heavens, but not an Omnipotent force. This faith also holds that marriage between siblings is divinely appointed – just as the first mortals were united. (This faith maintains a strong presence in the islands to the east of mainland Ignaval, even after their land is ceded to the Canthropes).
A Kænist believes much of the same as the Canthropes, but rejects the belief of the Dragon with Violet-Eyes. They also believe that the Canthrope Oracles are merely a way that they can keep undue influence over others, including their own people. They hold that Nüré’i just does not speak to anyone anymore more, but prophesied of the time when the Dragon Lords would return.
The Fyrenist movement shares the majority of their beliefs with their Canthrope allies. However, their main difference is that the hold that Oracles, while very gifted, are not needed. They believe that each individual is their own Oracle and that there is no need for an established clerical order.
The Zeirites hold that the Dragon Lords exert too much influence upon Mortals, trapping them, preventing them from reaching their full potential. According to the Zeirites, the Demon Lords hold the key to true freedom, achieving your full potential, and they provide ways to break free from the rules of the unjust. Believers hold that the Demon Lords chose Zeira Black Flame and her many, many children to free the people from this illusion. They deny the Oracles, claiming that they are just another tool the Dragon Lords use to unjustly Lord over the people. They believe that Zeira and her children contain “Holy Blood” and that is must stay within the faith – marrying close relatives when needed.
The Kyrites believe that to counter the spread of the wicked ideology of the Canthropes, the Demon Lords (true advocates for freedom and happiness) sent two Oracles – of their own blood, two brothers. These two “True-Oracles” began to teach about the Demon Lords, the correct way to live and what they offer. They taught that Man’s purpose in this life is to fulfill all of their own desires and that nothing was a sin. Rruin Emperorsson and Flynn Flynnsson also taught that their blood is “Holy” and that all should desire to unite with it, even if it means marrying close relative and having multiple wives.
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Welcome to Technology Spotlight where I, the HighChronicler reveal a piece of technology used in one of my worlds. The intended purpose of the spotlights is to show people the worlds in my mind, and get them to connect with how they work prior to stories being shared. I hope to be able to help others understand the worlds I see within my stories. Today we are looking at Frost Crystals - a crystal found in the frozen tundra of Tergna Prima.
- Technology: Frost Crystals
- Location: Frûzdhren (Tergna Prima)
- Components: Crystalized Frost Dragon Breath
- Primary Use: Magical Artifacts, specifically staves
- Secondary Use: Ceremonial items
No one truly knows how long the naturally occurring Frost Crystals have been around. Some speculate that the oldest crystals are from the time of the Dragon Lords; although, Ice Elf Scientists have yet to confirm this belief. Their use in Ice Elf technology is extensive, but few outside the tight-knit community of Elves have ever learned of the existence of the Crystals, let alone their uses.
The crystals are formed from the dying breath of a Frost Dragon. As such, the crystal retains a portion of that Dragon’s soul inside the crystalline structure. This leads to the crystals being semi-sentient and at the most basic level aware of the events surrounding it. There are those who believe the crystals are related to the Aura Crystals of Dekurem, which also are aware of their surroundings. This is pure speculation and wholly unfounded. Unlike the Aura Crystals, the Frost Crystals cannot show their knowledge with their users. This marks a great difference between the two crystals.
The crystals remained largely undiscovered for much of history until the pilgrimage of the Ice Elves who were fleeing persecution from the various factions of Elves forming at the time of the Second Sundering. The Elves came to Frûzdhren and settled near the North Pole of Tergna Prima - building a small network of cities connected together. The temperatures were frigid and harsh, but the Elves natural proclivity with Magic saw them change and adapt to their new environment. This is when they were able to find the first of the Frost Crystals.
Many of the primitive human tribes living near the tundra suspect this is where Ice Magic originated, but Ice Elves deny this rumor. They say that the Crystals only served to awaken their true powers at that time and that the magic came from within. A few notable humans tried to seize crystals, but they were unsuccessful in obtaining any powers. Since that time Frost Crystals have been used to a great extent by the Ice Elves in nearly all aspects of their life.
When the Ice Elves first came to find the Frost Crystals, they began to use them to decorate their staffs as symbols of rank and prestige. Over time as their skill and proficiency with the newly discovered Ice Magic increased, they noticed that the Crystals served as amazing instruments in channeling their powers. They were not required to wield the new art of combat, but the crystals greatly enhanced their natural abilities. The high ranking members of the society got more crystals to enhance their own power further. This allowed them to maintain a high social status.
Eventually, they discovered that they could shape the crystal into solid structures. They created thirteen solid crystal staffs which ultimately lead to the creation of the Noble Council. The uses of the Crystals were soon also spread to ceremonial objects such as crowns or jewels meant to symbolize the Ice Elf people as a whole.
The Ice Elves rarely ventured out of their great Citadel. When they did, rumors followed them everywhere especially about the rare and valuable Frost Crystals. The Ice Elves would trade much of their other technology to the humans in order to track down more of the crystals. This lead to the influx of wealth among the otherwise poor villages, and to the spread of other technology in the regions the Ice Elves visited.
In time, even the staffs would be overshadowed by the creation of the Frozen Fusion Reactors. As a key ingredient for the powerful energy producing reaction, the Frost Crystal became ever important to the defense and protection of the realm. Soon the Ice Elves, and to an extent the residents of all of Frûzdhren, became the only people in Tergna Prima to have such power. The Frozen Fusion Reactor was eventually able to be miniaturized, and it powered firearms that could be used without gunpowder. These weapons greatly enhanced the capabilities of the Ice Elf forces in the great wars.
Welcome to Technology Spotlight where I, the HighChronicler reveal a piece of technology used in one of my worlds. The intended purpose of the spotlights is to show people the worlds in my mind, and get them to connect with how they work prior to stories being shared. I hope to be able to help others understand the worlds I see within my stories. Today we are looking at Obsyron, a metal-alloy found in the world of Tergna Prima.
- Technology: Obsyron
- Location: Ignaval (Tergna Prima)
- Components: Iron, Carbon, Obsidian, Magma
- Primary Use: Swords and other bladed weapons
- Secondary Use: Magical Artifacts
Obsyron is an iron-obsidian alloy created by the people of Ignaval to solve a problem they were having with using obsidian or iron as their metals of choice in bladed weaponry. Prior to the innovation of Obsyron, warring factions within the civilization used iron or obsidian as their primary material in forging weapons.
One of the problems that the obsidian users faced was the brittleness of the material. Sure it was razor sharp and could leave some pretty gruesome wounds on those who crossed paths with these blades shaped from the volcanic glass. If one struck your blade against any solid armor, it would shatter most likely maiming you more than your target. This is why some preferred the more sturdy Iron in their blades. While the material was stronger it could not hold as sharp as an edge and had trouble piercing the heaviest armor.
These issues lead to the development of alternate weapons and fighting styles that are seen even today among the people. One of these styles revolved around using the brittle yet sharp obsidian as arrowheads which upon impact with anything more solid than skin would shatter; either peppering the eyes with tiny shards of obsidian or sending shrapnel through the veins of those who were unfortunate enough to be struck by one these fierce arrows.
Another type of arrowhead developed alongside the standard obsidian tipped arrow was the less effective stone or iron tipped arrow. However, there was a third arrowhead in use at this time another one made mostly of obsidian, with a major twist. The arrowhead was hollow and filled with gunpowder. At the tip lay a piece of flint so that when the arrow struck, true or not, a small explosion would ignite, resulting in injury to those near the center. A secondary effect was creating a diversion as the native people of Ignaval are highly resistant to getting burned.
The true pinnacle of this era of innovation though was the development of the aforementioned Obsyron which combined the best elements of the two prevailing materials and had very few weaknesses.
Obsyron was developed by a family who spent much of their time mining the mountains in search of new materials to replace the troublesome ones. Eventually, due to the experiments of one alchemist, Syrion, a retainer of the Mynn family, the perfect solution was found. He discovered that if you heat obsidian inside the magma chamber of a dormant volcano that it returns to a liquid form and can then be used to liquefy an equal amount of iron. Once cooled the substance would not break under any degree of normal pressure, nor even by falling down the side of a mountain. This was the first problem with the new material. Once it cooled, it could not be broken or have its shape in the slightest. This meant that they had to forge their weapons while the metal was still molten.
They solved this by creating another batch of the liquid obsidian-iron mixture and poured it into molds of swords and other blades. This created extremely well-balanced and strong weapons, but they had no edge to them at this point. Sharpening them was not easy task. It took the development of a new type of grindstone in order to give this newfound alloy, Obsyron (literally translated as forged black metal), an edge. The time and process of developing this new metal was well worth it though, it changed the face of the bladed weapons on Ignaval permanently, and it gave rise to one of the great houses of the Imperial period.
Today, Ignaval shares its new metal with the rest of the world, but it retains the secret to its exact process of refining. There are hundreds of thousands of Obsyron blades in the world, and it is said that each blade will last for a thousand years. The black-hued alloy of obsidian and iron has garnered legend status from much of the people. Uses for this mighty material are seemingly endless as new ways to utilize its potential are unlocked by the year. There is talk of a machine powered with steam using gears of obsyron within its internal system to increase its lifespan. But, these rumors are largely unfounded.