six-dogs-in-a-trenchcoat
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Hiii, I was just wandering if you wouldn’t mind blabbing about the symbolism and stuff behind some of your design choices with the horse men that you might not have mentioned. Like with pestilence and death specifically I feel like there’s a lot of symbolism I’m picking up on without fully understanding. Like with Death’s sickle, both a homage to the classic scythe and a nod to the “reaping/harvesting” of souls. And with pestilence I feel like there’s something that I’m skirting around without grasping. The multiple legs strike me as a deliberate similarity to insects, and if I’m right I think that the rider is bound in a body bag type deal, similar to how disease and pestilence is so often both spread through the improper disposal of body’s, and how wide spread pestilence leads to mass graves filled with disease and the horrible anonymity that comes with being just one face in a pit of hundreds etc? All of this is, ofc, to say that I’ve adored your series of the horsemen so far and would go absolutely rabid for some insight on some of your design choices<3
My horsemen of the apocalypse! I will add the original commentary and some extras, less about the symbolism and more about what brought me to design them the way I did.
The symbolism is for you to chose, there is no wrong answer.
WAR
I can't bring myself to represent war with a cool knight. It's horror. War is a bound child crowned with shrapnel, tied to a wounded horse that is being pulled forward by unseen people.
I've read a handful of books regarding war. A lost quote said that it should be shown as horror, it should make generals vomit, it should make you sick. I haven't seen war but my family has.
It was the first horseman I've designed, and it was in my sketchbook for months (maybe over a year, maybe even more) before I had the courage to draw it. I was really scared about how people would react to a mutilated child.
Recommended reading: The Red Crown - Mikhail Bulgakov, a short story about a man coping with the loss of his brother in the war
FAMINE
Someone who lived thro a famine shared that their head was only occupied with thoughts of food. Famine consumes your mind. All animals were eaten. Neighbors gave their pets away cuz they couldn't do it themselves. People walked around town as if in a dazed dream, slowly
Recommended reading: The Last Witnesses - Svetlana Alexievitch, a collection of testimonials of people who were children when WW2 began. Some quotes below;
'''A cat! A cat!' Other children saw it and started chasing it. The educators were local habitants, looked at us as if we were insane. In Leningrad there were no living cats left...A living cat was a dream. Food for one month...We talked about it, but they didn't believe us.''
''During the first year of evacuation, we didn't notice nature, everything that was nature provoked in us only one desire - taste to see if it's edible. Only a year later I noticed the beauty of the Urals''
''I dreamt of catching a sparrow and eating it...''
''A candle burns and the shopgirl cuts the bread pieces. People follow her with their gaze. Her every movement...with burning eyes...crazed...and all that in silence.''
''People walked slowly through the city like shadows. Like in a dream...a deep dream...As in, you see it, but you think you're seeing a dream. Those sluggish movements...floating...As if a person walked on water and not on land.''
''In Leningrad there are a lot of monuments, but one is missing that should exist. They forgot about it. The monument to the dogs of the seige. Dear doggy, forgive me...''
I don't like talking about it. It made no sense to draw Famine with a horse.
PESTILENCE
Based on the notes of a doctor who said the most frightening thing about viral disease was how it didn’t frighten. People didn’t know or didn't care. They lived and spread until it was too late and they became another name on the record
The clothing being made out of shredding plastic is no coincidence; pollution is a form of pestilence too
Recommended reading: Notes from a Countryside Doctor - Mikhail Bulgakov. Roughly translated quote below;
''Ah, I verified that here syphilis was frightening precisely because it did not frighten. That was why I evoked that woman.* I remembered her with a kind of affectionate respect: because she had been afraid. But she was the only one!''
*Early in the chapter, doctor mentions a woman that appeared in the clinic with a letter from her soldier husband, where he wrote that he had syphilis and told her she should go to the doctor too.
DEATH
Recommended reading: Voices of Chernobyl - Svetlana Alexievitch. The Death of Ivan Ilitch - Lev Tolstoi
“Death is the fairest thing in the world. No one's ever gotten out of it. The earth takes everyone - the kind, the cruel, the sinners. Aside from that, there's no fairness on earth.”
Death is the only horseman that doesn’t need to mount their horse; they will reach everyone eventually. Who is the saddle for then? Open ended question because this one you have to figure out personally
Many people pointed out how the horse is a Clydesdale. Good eyes! I purposefully asked a friend to guide me towards what type of horses are the sturdiest and most-friendly looking. I drew the horse grazing. It's not injured, it doesn't gallop. It's grazing peacefully because life moves on.
This is the only design that had a painting serve as a base - The Reaper, by Alexey Venetsianov. Not much or nothing at all is written about, I saw it in a book. It is a literal reaper but it haunted me, as if it's portraying more than a person.
The choice to make it a woman was due to a book about a crematory (Smoke Gets in Your Eyes - Caitlin Doughty) that connected women to death because everyone born is bound to die.
Ahhh, I don't want to give it all away. It's fun to figure things out. About them all. From the enviroment, to the movement, to the horses themselves. Many people even mentioned details that I did not notice and didn't add purposefully that were so inspired and amazing. I truly mean that the interpretations of the public enrich the works even more than my own words. And it's an honor to share that work with everyone.
Thank you anon!
and may the murderer never know peace. may he face a fate worse than hell.
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U.S. conservatives always talk about creating jobs but get SO MAD whenever anyone mentions banning prison labor like imagine the insane ammout of jobs that would be created literally overnight if companies in your country had to actually employ people instead of using slave labor from people that got caught with weed 10 years ago.
Wyca
It's time for the last of the Mystic Union, Wyca! Now you may look at the map and be like "Atlas, why is there an entire country on one little island?" Well, that's just the only Wycan island on sea level; The rest of the country is in the sky! Floating islands among the clouds is what the Wycans call home, connected by bridges.
(I'll get a map of the sky islands at some point when I get them all built in Minecraft, It'll just be a bit bc life is busy as hell and it's finals season rn)
Wyca is home to the Avians, people with bird-like wings and taloned feet. Avians are connected to the element of Air, and can manipulate it through spells, often using it to create wind gusts to aid their flight so they can glide.
Wyca's patron god is Astrophel, God of the stars and space. However, they also unofficially have another patron god; Odaal, God of Magic. Odaal is not an official patron god of any country, but has taken over for Astrophel in recent years as the star god has been missing. Magic is very important to Wyca's culture, so Odaal felt no problems taking part in Wyca's protection.
Wyca's government is... something. Every 15 years, the patron god(s) choose a King/Queen themselves, choosing from the three options the community selects. In between, it works mostly like a democratic monarchy. Each city has one elected representative that works as an advisor. Wyca doesn't have much of a military force, as over time it has shifted more to a symbolic status than a war-ready force, since none of Wyca's enemies are capable of reaching their islands alone and they decided they were defensible enough not to need it.
Temples to both Astrophel and Odaal are built on the highest island in the capital, near the castle. Much like Jinx's temple, offerings left in Astrophel's altar have piled up in his absence, both having disappeared at the same time.
That's it for Wyca, thanks for reading! :D Hope y'all are having a great day/night
Hoodie persona 🤝
kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it
Hey, got a fun picrew and quiz for y'all!
fzn picrew | Picrew - The Character Maker & Creator
How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character - Personality Quiz
HA! HA! this test is lying
Tagging @scarybisexualteen, @kermit-the-fag-official, @bugboi01, ✨open tag✨
GUYS I FIGURED IT OUT
Clint in the vents and that’s his whole personality because he wasn’t fleshed out in the movies → Ava in the walls and that’s her whole personality because she wasn’t fleshed out in the movies
Thor eating poptarts and overusing proper words because English isn’t his first language and he’s the comedic relief → Alexei eating Wheaties and overusing proper words because English isn’t his first language and he’s the comedic relief
Natasha pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because fanon decided she’s just silly like that → Yelena pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because canon decided she’s just silly like that
Bruce being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a bad day → Bob being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a sad day
Steve being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the LAST person on board with this → Bucky being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the last person on board with this
Tony being a big-mouthed asshole that’s secretly haunted by his past mistakes which involved publicly supporting the US military via PR stunts as a weapons manufacturer → John being a big-mouthed asshole that’s secretly haunted by his past mistakes which involved publicly supporting the US military via PR stunts as a weapon himself
Ooooh I love all these, thanks so much!
I think I'm gonna go with Dratsplat, really fits the vibe I was going for with the drawing
Also I've done a little doodle for a little one before it evolves? It's wings haven't come in, like maybe it's a poison type that acquires the dragon type when it evolves
I'm thinking Dripten for the little one so it's like drip -> splat
Does your pokemon have a name and/or a shiny. And if it does/does not may we please make a fakemon sheet for it
ooh I didn't think of that, that'd be awesome! I don't really have an idea for a name for it, but I may come up with something eventually. Any ideas?
Does your pokemon have a name and/or a shiny. And if it does/does not may we please make a fakemon sheet for it
ooh I didn't think of that, that'd be awesome! I don't really have an idea for a name for it, but I may come up with something eventually. Any ideas?
Update, I did it
pokèmonize yourself!!!!
spin this wheel to see your pokemon type
spin this one to see how you'll look like
Help my family in Gaza, I'm begging you 💔‼️🙏
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #523)
✅️ Vetted by @90-ghost here
Dear merciful souls before everything I'm now writing to you and my kids are so hungry we don't know what to eat because everything running out and the cross borders were closed for three months so please read my story to the end 🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Hello, I am full of hope and hope that you will read my message with love and that you will enjoy abundant health and well-being.
I come to you with an appeal that is heavy on my heart and that I had never imagined.
I look at you from under the war and the constant bombing of us in all its forms that the human or animal soul cannot comprehend
I am Jehad Kassab , a lawyer and legal consultant from Gaza City - Palestine. I hold a bachelor’s degree in law and many legal experiences. I have been working in the legal profession for a long time and I had a good work , which have become meaningless before this world, to stop the machine of war and destruction that has befallen us ،I had a private law office after the Israeli planes completely destroyed it and everything in it, after I built it with all its beauty after many years of toil, and it is my only source of livelihood.
I have a beautiful family that loves life as you love it and lives it in all its details. My family consists of (my wife, a nurse, and my son Khaled, a year and a half old, who has not seen life in all its details and does not know what it is yet, and my second daughter is now 11 months her age as the age of this bad war.
Our house was completely destroyed at the beginning of the war on Gaza with everything, and we did not even take anything out of it, not even the clothes, in the hope that we would return to it before it was bombed by Israeli warplanes
We were briefly displaced to southern Gaza and stayed in tents until this moment. We lived and are still living the harshest types of genocide in the full sense of the word: displacement, destruction, coming out from under bombardment, pollution, epidemics, and the difficulty of sleeping due to the sound of planes and the bombing that did not leave for a single second. Has the world become desolate or are we not fit to improve? For life or what? We do not know Khaled who started pronouncing the word bombing, and I am afraid.
I am not begging you or listing all the details, because an entire newspaper will not be enough. Television screens and social networking sites are enough to tell you about us, and no matter how much you try to say, what we feel will not reach you because we do not wish anyone to live as we live.
We are victims of conflicts and conflicts. We love life as long as we can. We do not like any form of war. We want a future like the rest of humanity for ourselves and our children.
In this moment of despair, I reach out to you, not just as a stranger, but as a human being, connected by our common humanity and the belief that compassion knows no bounds. Your support, no matter how small, can make an immeasurable difference in the lives of those struggling to find hope amidst the rubble.
We desperately need your support to rebuild my family's life that was destroyed by the war on Gaza and there is literally nothing left ، provide us with a glimmer of hope for a better life after we were fine before October 7th last year. Your support could mean everything to us ، If you are unable to support, please consider sharing our case. Every bit of support helps.
We also evacuated many times and the two baby were sick alot because of the bad environment
and you know there's no hospitals or medicin or even healthy food
and the rest of the.money will be used for the living expenses
We appreciate your help, even if it is just a little
Thank you all
You can share or donate this ‼️🙏🥺
From Under the Rubble... I Write My Story 🌿
I never thought I would write these words… 😔
I never imagined waking up to endless screams,
Running barefoot through smoke and fire,
Searching for my mother among the rubble,
Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔
In one moment, everything changed.
Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,
And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.
They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢
But despite everything, we are still here… trying.
I survived with my younger siblings.
Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?
Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.
We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀
We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,
But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪
I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱
I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,
To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.
Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,
It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️
Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us
It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟
In conclusion...
From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,
Thank you to everyone who has donated,
Thank you to everyone who has read,
Thank you to everyone who has shared.
You are the proof that goodness does not die, and that humanity has no boundaries. 💚
💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
💖 What You Can Do
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
✨ Why It All Matters
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Vetted by @gazavetters
🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿
In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.
My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.
And yet, we are still here.
Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.
Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.
Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.
We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.
I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.
Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.
💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.
We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.
Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.
From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.
With all my gratitude, – Mohamed
🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
Poison/dragon Feline
Will absolutely be drawing this later
pokèmonize yourself!!!!
spin this wheel to see your pokemon type
spin this one to see how you'll look like
Your world looks cool
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it :)
Taranta
Continuing on with the Mystic Union, Taranta! Taranta is the most technologically advanced of the Mystic countries, on par with Ubria but a little less flashy. That is, until the apocalypse hit, but I'll get to that in a minute. Taranta is home to the Arachnids, half-spider people. (Like a centaur but spider instead of horse, if that makes sense.) Like Elves, Arachnids have no direct connection to any element, but they have just enough of a connection to Air that allows them to learn. Taranta is a very protective people, and would gladly do anything to assist their allies.
About 25 years ago, a group of Arachnids set out to explore the neighboring island to the south, unsure what it was and confused since it's not on any official maps. What they found was Demotia Timberland, which I'll go into more detail on in it's own post. But essentially, they found an island full of monsters and mutated people from all over the world. In their struggle to get back to their boat, the crew was caught in a small horde of stumbling and snarling people littered with cuts and scrapes. They'd escaped, thought next to nothing of it, and sailed home as fast as they could.
What they didn't realize however, was that through scratches on their arms and legs, two of them had made blood to blood contact with those on the island. These two individuals had unknowingly been infected with the Corruption, a virus that latches onto the brain and takes control of it's host. The Corruption is spread through blood to blood contact, and has next to no obvious symptoms until it's far too late. The Corruption spread, slowly taking over Taranta and leaving it a wasteland. Survivors who didn't flee to Hados built a wall around Taranta to protect those outside, most locking themselves in as well to attempt to save their home.
Taranta's patron god is Rinera, Goddess of Craftmanship and creation. During the apocalypse, she has been aiding survivors where she can, helping them rebuild shelters and weave bandages. The temple to Rinera is built on Taranta's highest hill, and has become a point of shelter for survivors to seek safety in it's walls.
Before the apocalypse, Taranta was a commune like Hados, having mimicked their governance when Taranta became it's own country centuries ago. Throughout history, Hados and Taranta have been twin countries, keeping similar if not identical laws and methods of governance over time.
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Hados
Next up on the list, we've got the wonderfully gothic land of Hados! Built on a series of volcanoes and the plains resulting from ancient eruptions, Hados is in a constant state of darkness due to the smoky clouds above. Hados is home to the dragons, but not the big reptile one I mentioned back in Mudrye. Hadan dragons are instead humanoid, with wings and horns resembling their draconic heritage. Dragons are closely tied to fire, and are naturally able to draw it's power for magic.
Hados' patron god is Jinx God of Death and Bad luck. Not the most promising sounding patron, but the Hadans came to love them all the same. Ironically, since Jinx's disappearance a couple decades ago, Hados fell into a pit of bad luck in their absence, losing their previous streak of being practically unbeatable and losing a battle for the first time in over three hundred years.
Hados is a commune, with no formal leader over the entire country. Cities elect representatives to gather as a sort of council, and they make the big decisions together. Council members make the decisions for their respective cites as well, usually through votes to allow for anyone to be heard.
Hados has a temple built for Jinx on the highest volcano, integrated with the lava pool and near constant smoke plume. In the past couple decades since Jinx's disappearance, this temple has slowly but surely filled with offerings hoping for their return, piling up and overflowing the altar. A section of the temple grounds is dedicated for the council to meet, their hope being that Jinx will send their bad luck to their enemies and inform their decisions.
The peaks of the volcanoes naturally attract and accumulate residual life energy due to Jinx's domain over Death, commonly referred to as soul energy. (Not the souls themselves, but the energy their life once held.) This energy crystalizes at the peaks, forming giant masses of energy crystals that are ground into dust and used to power Hados, along with it's allies.
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Aquatica
We've made it to the Mystic Union now, y'all! First up on this side of the war is Aquatica, the place with the most blatantly obvious name in Evergreen. Aquatica is home to the Merfolk, shark-like individuals that are basically mermaids but slightly less human. Merfolk are obviously most connected to the ocean, and are naturally able to harness it's power. They can shift into a humanoid form, swapping their tails for legs. Most of Aquatica is built underwater in the deepest part of the ocean, but a little bit is built on a couple small islands next to it, both for tourists and for Merfolk who prefer to be in their humanoid forms.
Aquatica has one patron god, Aktis Goddess of the Sea. Aktis is the single most involved of the Gods, as she is the ruler of Aquatica on top of being it's patron, acting as a sort of King/Queen. Representatives are elected every 10 years, keeping her from being too old fashioned in her rulings, and keeping her decisions well informed and present in the modern day.
Like Myrefall, there are no mountains in Aquatica to build a temple on. Quite the opposite really, since they're very deep. However, since Aktis is King/Queen, the castle acts as a sort of temple, and those seeking to worship or give offerings would go to the castle instead.
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Myrefall
I'm returning from my hiatus with yet another country, Myrefall! Myrefall is one of the less technologically advanced countries, but also one of the most important to their allies. If you've ever been on a Minecraft server with one of those players that doesn't fight almost anything but has a big enough wheat farm to feed half the continent, that' what Myrefall is like. It's the calmest place to live and has the best food in Evergreen, and stay mostly out of wars and battles besides providing rations to their allies in return for their protection.
Myrefall is the land of Centaurs and Satyrs. While the Elves are connected to the Earth in a way that allows them to learn it's magic, both Centaurs and Satyrs have a connection that gives them natural abilities. Most use their abilities to support their crops and to aid in construction, a few trained themselves to use them in battle, forming the Whispers. The Whispers are a small vigilante group that I haven't fully worked out what they do yet.
Myrefall is one of the few countries with two patron gods! Thareus God of Justice and Niione Goddess of Change. As I said in Ubria's post, I'll get more into the Gods later, but these two haven't been all too involved in Myrefall's business as of late for Reasons.
Myrefall is a democracy with a president voted in every 7 years, along with representatives voted in every 3 years. Once again, I'm not an expert on governments, so they aren't all that fleshed out unless it's important for plot, which I don't think it's gonna be for Myrefall.
In the absence of any mountains to build one on, Myrefall lacks any temple buildings for their patron gods. As such, people instead travel to the gates between Mudrye and Myrefall, where two large statues of the gods stand. These statues eventually became basically temples in their own right, with offerings left at the feet of the statues and proper alters built eventually to accomodate them.
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