Fantasy [Closed] ⬧︎ 𝑅𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹 ⬧︎ ; a grand tale of reincarnation

[Elucid]

I'd be super interested if you're still looking for new players, that is.

 

[lonewulf]

All of the main roles are reserved, however, if you would like to play a sidekick type of character I may have a special role for you. You are more than welcomed! ^^

 

[lonewulf]

BUMP BUMP BUMP ! Looking for 1 Last player for Role #1 (grey nation in top right of map)

 

[Daylight Fantasy]

Is this still open? I'd love to join!

 

[lonewulf]

Yes it is! We have just 1 role left, would love you to join ^^

 

[Daylight Fantasy]

Yes it is! We have just 1 role left, would love you to join ^^

Kk, I'll get something up soon!

 

[LazyDaze]

Throwing my hat out here. I think I see someone took the last role, but id still like to join if possible. Thanks!

 

[lonewulf]

Throwing my hat out here. I think I see someone took the last role, but id still like to join if possible. Thanks!

You’re more than welcome to join! I have a few special roles that you could fill if you’re interested since all the key roles are taken/reserved. If you want I can Dm you here or on Discord?

 

[LazyDaze]

You’re more than welcome to join! I have a few special roles that you could fill if you’re interested since all the key roles are taken/reserved. If you want I can Dm you here or on Discord?

Awesome! Im on both so either one is fine!

 

[LatinKnightz]

Guys google is being a responsible pain so from now on I'll have to be using this account
So just heads up

 

[lonewulf]

Guys google is being a responsible pain so from now on I'll have to be using this account
So just heads up

Thanks for letting us know!

 

[LatinKnightz]

"I'm no one of grave importance. Took me awhile to figure that out."
Name: Faemer

Nickname: Fae
Race: Human
Current biological age: 17
Age when he last died: 101
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Height: 5,7
Build: Thin
Appearance: Slightly disheveled. Pretty common looking. Black hair.
Black eyes. Slight eye bags.

Style: Old look: Black robe.View attachment 1144938 Modern look: Black Hoodie. Black Shorts. Flipflops.
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Personality: Unpredictable. Sometimes chill, sometimes nihilistic, sometimes crazy. A little bit sleepy.

Likes: Naps. Trolling. Sharp things. Coffee.
Dislikes: Waking up. Being a Key. Falling off buildings.

Biography: Faemer was one of those people who were basically invisible.
He was the kind of guy who'd you bump into and he would be the one to apologize. Never would you guess that he was the who could render all other Keys powers useless.
His magic being the only one that could fully counteract any Key he faced. Including Imperia. How he was still defeated still being a mystery. Because of his animosity it has been disputed among Kaelian historians if they ever had a Key in the first place. The only evidence coming from other sources outside the nation and nursery rhymes passed around by children. Even when he was still alive his existence was always in question. Some nations even denying his existence completely
All of this was on purpose.
This was his advantage.
This was his magic.



Occupation: Teenager/Secret Police officer. His cover was usually being a baker. And he can actually bake very well for a for a secret police captain. This was a very essential part of his "disguise" His family's bakery having been around for generations. Almost a thousand years old in fact. Actually around the time he had his first life. . . Hmm.

Family: He must have the worst luck of all the other Keys because most of his reincarnations begin with him either his parents dying to save him. Or getting abandoned. He did once had a sister which he was pretty chill with and she actually died of natural causes. On her death bed he asked her.
"When you come back could you describe what it's like?" They both laughed.
"Oh Fae. . . I don't need to go to tell you what it's like. . . It's peaceful. . ." She breathed in one last time. "Peaceful. . ." Then she died the end.
On that note. His sister also founded a sister organization which trains people how to be professional bodyguards. It was disguised as a cake factory because it was her quote on quote "birthday present" for her brother.
So that even when she was long gone. He would still have something to remember her by. Her name was Katherine.
He also has a mom named Augustine and dad named Bob now so good I guess.

A short summary of each of his ten lives:

#1. 120 years. Bright and cheery, The fire still burned bright. Cause of death: Battle wounds.
#2. 80 years. Still bright and cheery. Fire's still tight. Cause of death: Gravity.
#3. 75 years. Katherine is born around this time. He's the happiest man alive. Cause of death: Sandpit.
#4. 125 years. He born just in time to grow up and remember Katherine. He finds her and sits by her side until she died at the hecking old age of 112 years old.
Cause of death: Gravity.
#5. 150 years. New life new beginning! Just because your sister is gone doesn't mean you can't still be happy! . . Right? Cause of death: Poisoned arrow.
#6. 10 years. Cause of death: Camel stampede.
#7. 90 years. Well that last life didn't go so well but hey! At least your sister is still alive-oh wait no. Sorry my bad. It's cold this season. The fire. Still pretty warm.
Cause of death: Gravity.
#8. 50 years. . . The centipedes have spread. . . We've lost so many. . . We only have one last chance to destroy them. We've found where their queen resides. According to what we've learned, the centipedes seem to get their commands from her. We've prepared the explosives. We only get one chance. To make sure.
That it all ends here.
Cause of death: Unknown.
#9. 200 years.

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Ecclesiastes 1:2-11​

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The Message​

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2-11 Smoke, nothing but smoke. [That’s what the Quester says.]
There’s nothing to anything—it’s all smoke.
What’s there to show for a lifetime of work,
a lifetime of working your fingers to the bone?
One generation goes its way, the next one arrives,
but nothing changes—it’s business as usual for old planet earth.
The sun comes up and the sun goes down,
then does it again, and again—the same old round.
The wind blows south, the wind blows north.
Around and around and around it blows,
blowing this way, then that—the whirling, erratic wind.
All the rivers flow into the sea,
but the sea never fills up.
The rivers keep flowing to the same old place,
and then start all over and do it again.
Everything’s boring, utterly boring—
no one can find any meaning in it.
Boring to the eye,
boring to the ear.
What was will be again,
what happened will happen again.
There’s nothing new on this earth.
Year after year it’s the same old thing.
Does someone call out, “Hey, this is new”?
Don’t get excited—it’s the same old story.
Nobody remembers what happened yesterday.
And the things that will happen tomorrow?
Nobody’ll remember them either.
Don’t count on being remembered.

It was around this time the Key of Kaelion started travelling. With no particular location in mind, he observed the lives of the different kinds of common people. Sometimes even taking the time to. . . Examine, his fellow Keys.
What was interesting was that every now in then, in a small town or large city. He would catch whispers, rumors of war, of invasion. They became more frequent as he approached nearer and nearer to the Nation he formerly knew as Liija.
He noted this.
Cause of death: Gravity.
10#. 100 years. He spent one year gathering. A month prepping. 5 days scouting. . . 1 hour sabotaging. 20 minutes. It all went down in 20 minutes.
It was his birthday that day. Well, his birthday for that lifetime that is. He still held a little bit of emotional attachment to it nonetheless. An old meaningless sympathy.
He closed his eyes as the camp exploded around him. Impera holding him up by his jacket. His ribs were in shambles. The pain searing yet numb at the same time.
That was ok. The pain was going away soon anyway.
One heck of a birthday.




Role: Key of Kaelion
Motive: Rest.

Magic/Abilities:
Level the playing field: He can disable magic and take away another Key's powers within a limited radius stripping them down to purely their physical and mental strengths.
Strengths: Fireball go bye bye: If the subject relied mostly on their magic then they are now unofficially screwed. Hope you're wearing Kevlar somewhere.

Camouflage: He can turn himself and the clothing he wears invisible with relative ease. He could also turn other objects or people invisible as well although this requires concentration and physical contact. Objects on his person don't require as much effort.

Weaknesses: At least you had a fireball: He has no other magic besides this so he's technically just as equally screwed. . . Until he draws his knife. He's also susceptible to other normal attacks from non-magical beings. Which is a rather large majority of people. So he's basically just human. "Just" being an slight understatement.

Notes: A very old nursery rhyme still sung by children.

𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖, 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕟.
ℍ𝕖'𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕖'𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕟.
𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙.
ℍ𝕖'𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝-

Historians still debate on what the last line is.
Many regional variants exist ranging from kid friendly version to the usual scary nursery rhyme made to scare us into obeying our parents.
Also used to teach stranger danger.

 

[LatinKnightz]

• Overview
• Where you wanna go to not die.
• Government and other boring stuff
• Relation to the Imperial Empire/How we kicked their a-
• map
• Land info
• FOOD.
• Hagging
• Cool secret stuff

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  Nation Name: Kaelion
  Nationality: Kaelian
  
  Key: Unknown/Faemer
  Overview: Vast Desert Trading Hub.
  Race(s): Mostly Humans and Choir moths. A lot of moths. Anthropomorphic moths. but also a large mixed population from all over the world.
  
  
  
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  Capitol City: Fahkrin
  ★ Fahkrin is a large bustling market city with aisles stretching down miles at a time. Goods from all over the world can be found here in Fahkrin. Like [blank] from [blank]. [blank] from [blank]. And [blank] from [blank]. And much more. The best schools and libraries are also located here due to having a more permanent location. Many scientific discoveries were made in Fahkrin.
  All of this due to necessity. Proper medicine was invented due to plague and air conditioners due to heatstroke. The first petrol engine was invented here during a camel epidemic. And the earliest version of the gunpowder rifle to combat the giant man eating centipedes!
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  Villages: Most villages are never really set in one place in Kaelion, due to the sandstorms that plague this certain area during this certain season.
  These villages have a unique system circulating around Kaelion to avoid getting caught. They planting crops around the Opal lake. Fishing in the Twilight sea. And selling all their wares back in Fahkrin.
  Between all this traveling they also harvest a special oil from a special orange cactus which they call Sun Spots. (Solis Oleum) This cactus is actually more closely related to mushrooms but for they didn't know that until fairly recently.
  ✿ The town of Gouday. (Gunslingers, gunpowder farmers.)
  Ever since they helped supply the Krakow powder to hold off Impera.
  The town of Gouday are kind of like our worlds equivalent of cowboys.
  They take pride in the powder they harvest and use. They like to use a kind of earlier version of the gun despite the existence of newer models. "Takes the fun out of everything." They say.
  
  ✿ Tasili village. (Robe, Hoodie, Textile and tent manufacturers.)
  The people you go to if you want a anything clothing related. Textiles their game. Tasili's their name.
  
  ✿ Desert Walkers. (Nomads. Gate Keepers.)
  The Desert walkers have the unique talent of being able to survive without water. Tradition is important to these people, passing down stories and folktales about the land. Constantly moving near the border, it's no wonder why they were assigned to be gatekeepers. During this modern age however.
  Becoming a gatekeeper is no longer necessary and there's even talk among the merchants of getting rid of it all together. Many desert walkers young and old disagree to this of course.
  
  ✿ Alangway village. (Immigrant population.)
  To escape Impera's wrath. Many races big and small. Wet and dry fled to Kaelion in search of sanctuary. The desert walkers did their best to help, alas, many tragedies occurred to many families crossing the border. Some people losing everyone but themselves. Thankfully, a large majority has managed to get in safely, and have contributed to Kaelion society with their diverse knowledge and wisdom. Alangway village is a symbol of perseverance despite impossible odds.
  
  ✿ Silk Wing village. (Humanoid moths.)
  Silk Wing is where most of the Choir moth population originates. Around half the size of a normal human. Choir moths are obviously a nocturnal species responsible for the majority of Kaelion's night market. You could find a moth setting up shop in times as early as 6:00 PM. (Standard Kaelion time.)
  
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  Government: Parliamentary system consisting mostly of the richest merchants. Surprisingly there is little corruption in this government. Most merchants working towards laws that would be beneficial for all the Kaelion Peoples. Let's just say that those who did do a little bit of embezzlement. . .
  didn't end up so good. Old stories and rumors about the secret police keep these politicians in check.
  Self gain and self preservation being a big factor for every bill they might pass.
  These may be greedy penny pinching selfish old misers. But they also figured that the most selfish thing they could do was to boost the economy.
  That way they don't need to spend millions of Koins to hide dishonest ventures.
  They could instead set up schools to teach people how to make more money!
  Resulting in: even more money!
  It was the ultimate scheme!
  
  Mode of currency: Koin.
  
  Allies: Completely neutral.
  
  Enemies: Completely neutral.
  
  For a centuries the Kaelion nation maintained their status of neutrality by taking advantage of their vast desert. Should the threat of invasion ever approach their they would simply hide the roads to all main cities and signal to the smaller villages to move to Fahkrin.
  How they would warn everyone so quickly was through a small indigenous
  tribe known as the Desert Walkers.
  Legend has it that the Key of Kaelion personally negotiated the deal with the Desert Walkers.
  To be the gatekeepers of Kaelion.
  He promised them the highest honors of their nation. "I'll give you yummy foods." "Deal."
  This left most armies with only two choices. Either turn back around. Or stay and die of thirst. If they somehow manage to twist choice #2 to their advantage and trek through the desert with only minor sunburn. (And future skin problems.)
  They would then have to face the Plain Army In the Desert. Or P.A.I.D. for short.
  This was a collection of private armies owned by merchants that would come together during times of great emergency. The merchants were very proud of this back-up plan and the process of choosing the head general was actually very simple.
  The person with the biggest army gets to be boss. This wasn't actually an official rule but who wants to argue? Not them.
  
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  The Kaelian sun was making it's descent as Impera checked his map.
  If the Desert Walker family he captured was telling the truth. He was indeed close.
  Only a three day journey in fact. He smiled as dotted down their progress on the map. When he eventually finds Fahkrin and gains access to their maps. He will no longer require peasant families to show him the way. He'd be free to slaughter as much as he pleased. He'd spare this one family of course. So that they could watch as he burns down their beloved city, the city THEY lead him to. "Serves traitors right. . ." He whispered to himself.
  All of this will have been worth it. He invaded Kaelion next because of it's strategical position. It would be a good stepping stone to the other nations in his list. But this wasn't the biggest reason. No no no… It was more about the message he would send. To all other nations.
  You see over the course of many years, Kaelion has the record for being the most invaded nation. Many reasons ranging from stopping having to pay tariffs, to simply because land expansion. But somehow out of all these attempts. No one has ever managed to even reach the main city.
  You see, Kaelion might not be the nicest nation to live in. But it was defendable as HECK. Just entering required crossing giant dunes that if you didn't know your way around. You'd be buried in those dunes forever. Paired with the unholy heat and almost random sandstorms. Casualties were an inevitable fact. Well. . . For other nations at least. If Impera could manage to be the first. And preferably last, to conquer Kaelion. It would show the other nations that nothing. NOTHING. Could stop their conquest. He rolled up the map and ordered his men to set up camp.
  
  
  Night fell upon the Imperian army. The cold desert wind whipped through the camp as the soldiers slept soundly. Impera placed his sword beside his bed. As he lay on his cot. He let his thoughts roam. Just when he was about to fall asleep. He heard something. Something fell. He slightly opened one eye. . . Nothing. . . He closed his eyes again. Must have been a mole. Cute little critters.
  
  But. Just to make sure. Impera used his telekinesis to scan things inside the tent. Feeling things with his mind. Nothing near the entrance.
  The living room was clear. Impera was just about to stop. Until he felt something. Right beside his bed. Right on top of his head.
  He quickly opened his eyes and there was no mistaking it. The glint of a knife. He pushed away the invisible attacker and summoned his sword with his telekinesis. A body crashed into his armory. "Ow." Said the attacker. Impera reacted quickly drawing his sword and throwing it towards the voice. The sword imbedded itself on to the wood. A small silver of blood dripped down the blade. ". . . I know I'm trying to murder you and all that but that's a bit rude innit?" Impera controlled the spears as his attacker finally decided to show himself. His camouflage faded as the spears floated above his head. "Die." Said Impera as he willed the spears to rain down on this fool. The spears fell. And harmlessly clacked beside the stranger. Confusion spiraled in his head while the stranger stood up and dusted himself off. "Nice sword. . . Making for up something?" He pulled the blade out the wood. "My turn again." The stranger charged towards Impera swinging his own sword against him. Impera dodged only receiving a few knicks before catching his sword between his two hands and slapping back the stranger with his tail. The stranger rolled back and wiped his face before pulling out his knife. "I suppose that's fair... Love and war and all that stuff." Impera tried to activate one of his abilities. But no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't. "You need to pee before we continue?"
  Asked the stranger. Impera turned red with rage. He sprang towards the stranger with lightning speed. "I guess I have to kill him the old fashioned way." He thought to himself as he slashed at the stranger. The stranger somehow managed to parry with his smaller weapon. After small exchange. They both found themselves in a deadly cross. Blade against blade. "Who are you?" Growled Impera. "No one of grave importance. Took me a bit to realize that." Replied the stranger as he drew another knife and tried to stab Impera. Before it reached him Impera tripped the stranger over with his tail. "You still have a chance to apologize for that~!" Said the stranger as Impera struck where he used to be a milisecond ago. He was gone again. Impera realized he got his powers back. His battle instincts started to fill in information as he scanned the room once more.
  Impera closed his eyes. ". . .Found you." Impera used his telekinesis to crash that the entire section of the tent on top of the stranger. Impera went on top of the rubble. ". . . Come out. . ." The stranger climbed out bloodied. Impera reached down grabbed him.
  He raised the stranger in to the air. "You. . . You must be the Key of Kaelion. . ." "Key~?" Faemer spat out blood. "Do I look like a piece of metal to you?" Impera slammed him on the ground three times before lifting him up again. "No more jokes. . ."
  Faemer coughed. "Your assassination attempt has failed. I've figured out all your magic. It's a shame you didn't put it to proper use. Thankfully. It's now in my hands. If you tell your people to surrender then I'll shall give you the honor of a swift death. Choose now." Faemer looked at Impera. Then smiled. Then he started giggling. Then he started laughing. Hahaha!" Impera frowned. "Why are you laughing?" "Hehe. . . Ok here's what's funny! First! I'm sorry but my people don't work that way! They're not going to listen to some vague guy who's magic is only relavant to only 0.000001 of the population! That's-" Impera slammed him on the ground again. ". . .ok. . . I can take a hint. . . second. . . of all. . ."
  Impera heard his men shouting. "This wasn't an asassination. . ." A soldier ran up to Impera. "Sir! The family escaped! The soldiers guarding them are dead!" "This was a rescue. . ."
  Impera raised an eyebrow. "I'll admit that this will set me back a little. But there are many more people who can show me the way. Once I kill you and take your magic I'll be even more unstoppable. Do you really think you've done anything significant?" ". . .No. . ." A firework lit the sky. "But this is." Impera's eyes widened. He turned to his soldier. "Prepare everyone for an atta-" The camp exploded.
  Impera's hand shot out of the rubble. He managed to pull himself out. . . and the corpse of Faemer in the hope he could still kill him. No such luck.
  He examined the destruction as another soldier ran up to to him. "What. Happened." Impera as he clenched his fist. The soldier saluted. "Kaelian gunpowder sir! They must have set it up last night sir!" ". . .How bad is it?" "A quarter of the camp is destroyed and nearly a thousand dead sir! But more importantly our water supply has been decimated sir!"
  He said something in Imperian which I probably shouldn't translate. "What are we going to do sir?" Impera closed his eyes and started thinking. They were too far from the opal lake.
  The best choice would be. . . to be. . . To turn back and resupply. He gritted his teeth. "Take everything still useable and prepare our men to head back." "Sir yes sir!" The soldier ran away to inform the rest of the army. Impera breathed in and chuckled. He had been duped. He opened his eyes and swore an oath. He'd be back one day. He'll come back and destroy every single thing in this desert that's worth loving. This was the greatest honor he would give this nation. Total annihilation.
  
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  It should be noted that this map is only accurate during the fourth month and third week of every second half of the decade.
  Even Fahkrin in all it's majesty and permanence has found it necessary to find a change of scenery every few centuries.
  
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  Biome: Desert.
  Terrain: Mostly sand with the occasionally determined plant and quicksand pools ranging from kiddie pools to Olympic sized pools.
  This is due to the many tiny air tunnels under Kaelion's sand.
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  Climate: Day hot. Night cold. How bad it is usually depends on-
  THE SUUUUUUUUNNNNNN. . .
  
  
  
  Common Customs: Should you ever be so lucky as to visit our beautiful country.
  Make sure to bring a big wallet.
  It is only polite.
  
  Cultural greeting: Makari ton presta le! "Look who the desert spewed!"
  Mak=Look/See.
  "Ari"=Who. Can be a separate word. Some other cases it's combined to form one word like in this example.
  "Mak-ari"=Look who/look at who.
  "Ton"=The.
  "Presta"=Desert/Sand
  "Le" is short hand or slang for "Stele" which means to "push out" or "force out"
  Stele can refer to many things from spitting or spewing, to. . .
  Other bodily functions involving excrement.
  
  Clothing: Back then people wore beautiful stitched robes. It might sound like a death sentence in this place but back then, people used to place leaves of the magical plant "Frigidus Ventus" or Windly's under their garments that would release cold air through their clothes. To make this more effective they wore long robes. Nowadays since the drought of magic. This has been replaced with air conditioned clothing and hoodies. Now adorning new modern designs like... Su...pre...me? Traditional outfits are still commonly worn and the plant still exists thankfully. Though not as effective, it is still used by old people in nursing homes.
  
  Religion: Since there is a large foreigner population here, there is of course many religious beliefs being passed around Kaelion.
  There is also one relatively new religion that's been spreading surprisingly quickly.
  This new belief being called Ranichisity. The followers being called Rani's.
  The leader of this new religion goes by the name of Sejus Rischt. His teachings appear to be very subversive from the majority, slightly upsetting the other religious leaders in the area.
  The government so far appears unconcerned.
  
  Traditions: To show that you trust someone very deeply in Kaelion is by giving them your wallet. This is of course true in many places but even more so in Kaelion because there's just. SO MANY things you could buy.
  Parents also do this to their children as a sort of wright of passage.
  To tell them:
  You now have a responsibility in this tent. And we trust you to fulfill it.
  A recent study shows that about 63% fail the first attempt. Probably due to the recent introduction of online shopping.
  
  
  
  Holidays:
  Black Friday.
  Kite Month. (June)
  Sand Sledding Saturday.
  Hagging festival.
  Sun Spot Festival.
  
  Economy: Thriving.
  
  Plants:
  Sun Spot's, (Solis Oleum) Non magical.
  A multipurpose oil cactus (actually mushroom)
  Rich in vitamin D and C.
  Sun Spot oil can be used/converted for the following:
  Cooking oil.
  Lamp oil.
  Perfume.
  Beverages. (Must be fermented)
  Butane. (Modern development)
  Petrol. (Modern development)
  Organic plastic bags. (Modern development)
  
  Windly's. (Frigidus Ventus) Semi-magical.
  When a leaf is snapped off. Cold air is released through the broken stem.
  Usually lasts 20 minutes gradually getting less colder and effective.
  Back when there was more magic it usually lasted up to two hours.
  
  The Krakow. Gunpowder tree. (Magnus Crepitus) Non magical.
  The fruit itself is actually not bad. Tasting kind of like a mango with a little spice. Though it is not the main reason why it's been grown.
  The center of the Krakow fruit contains an explosive substance. When the scorching Kaelian sun dries the fruit pressurizing the center. When the fruit then falls off, it explodes like a grenade sending it's seeds far distant lands.
  sending it's seeds further to other places. Although useful, farming Krakow fruit is a dangerous process. For if you should let one seed escape to where it shouldn't be. Krakow trees could pop up the next year and be a danger to whoever might pass by. Unexploded fruit is also a common problem.
  However, under safe conditions and proper temperature. Farmers are able to harvest the explosive substance and use for their many needs.
  
  Arabica/Robusta coffee plants:
  Literally just coffee. Non magical.
  
  Exports: Sun Spot Oil. Krakow powder.
  Kaelian coffee. Arabica, Robusta and assorted.
  Architecture: The most permanent buildings reside in Fahkrin.
  Castles with round domes are the most common.
  Although most people reside in tents with many unique designs.
  
  Magic: The people of Fahkrin never really used magic. Really being a more limited resource in that region. They would rather use something more accessible to all creatures. Like certain plants and metals. Many advances in science started in Kaelion because of this.
  
  
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  The average Kaelian diet consists of.
  Tortillas. Easiest and most practical thing to cook. Just lay on a hot rock and BAM! Breakfast!
  Cold noodles or Naengmyeon. For dinner.
  Lunch is whatever you find in the market.
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  *The Art Of Hagging™* short for haggling is a very important thing to learn in Kaelion. The first thing children learn is their A.B.C's
  Amuse. Butter up. And Charm. A good way to know if a Kaelian is depressed is if they just buy the thing at face value. Because even the richest of merchants still hag despite all their money. Because to not hag, is to show the world you've given up. You might think it's inconvenient or time consuming to hag but if you've lived your whole life in in Kaelion. Hagging is just about as fast as any other normal purchase as any other nation. Sometimes even faster.
  Example. "How-" "12 koi-" "Too-" "Fine-" "1 koi-" "HA-" "Fine-" "You-" "Deal!"
  Time elapsed: six seconds. They bought peanuts.
  
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  The Nightingales.
  This is the name of the secret police, everyone has either heard rumors or stories about them. Some unlucky lawbreakers even having the pleasure of meeting them. For a secret organization, an awful lot of people seemed to know about it. This was kind of on purpose (It was an accident) since the Nightingale's use their reputation as a warning to everyone rich and poor. They also held enough vagueness to maneuver through the Kaelian moonlight with, minor inconvenience. The Nightingale had it's reaches in the highest of places, to the lowest of slums. The criminals in between being dealt with by the normal police. You can't really seek to become a Nightingale, Nightingale's are usually people with unique circumstances and motives that mix together to form the most philosophically diverse crime fighting force. You might have a good chance of getting in if you watched your orphanage get burned down while reading studies about ethics and human nature and you have a black belt in a certain martial art and you happened to shop at a certain bakery.
  Not a lot of people get in is what I'm saying.
  The purpose of Moth is to find the most ethically morally and philosophically optimal existence possible.
  And prevent crime for some reason. They figured it was a good thing for some reason. A small stepping stone for their purpose and what not.
  
  
  • Nightingale identification codes
  • Captain identification codes

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    Our wings may burn | For the flame we follow. The way towards the moon | Has many lamps. The brightest of paths | Are seen in the night.
    
    
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    The Moth captain has their own set of replies.
    Special codes to show that he's the commander.
    No one else is allowed to use them.
    
    Including you.