under dev.

the mods here would like to thank everyone for their time with us, however we have decided to close ranks. it’s nothing personal, but we can’t maintain a group anymore with our lives going the way they are. mods vanille & lightning have been superb, and without them this group would have sunk sooner.

we may reappear sometime; but for now novafinitis must close. thank you everyone, and we wish you all the best.

we may reappear sometime; but for now novafinitis must close. thank you everyone, and we wish you all the best.

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KUPO KUPO.

ACTIVE TIME EVENT UPDATE!

We did it, kupo! Radiant Gardens is safe from the threat of the Heartless! No more big and nasty creatures will be coming through the light bridge, us moogles decided to keep it open permanently too. So now you can visit there whenever you want! We were also joined by a young man who calls himself Sora who lives in the universe, I hope he’s safe now, kupo.

IONA, a world created aeons past by non other than the moogle race. They sought out a place full of peace and harmony, where creatures could live without fear or war. Iona came to be after Artemicion and  Hatzkhaminei Lowtoyosna Eripulci Moglin ventured off from their respective worlds, coming upon an unusual portal which formed light bridges between their lands. This new found connection united the moogle races, the ancestral bonds forming and creating them to be tighter than ever. Artemicion grew close to Moglin, feeling like long lost brothers who had finally found one another. But then Art became a witness to the war that plagued Moglin’s home. He saw the moogles aligned to the classes, struggling to keep their students alive -- the fear in their eyes troubled Artemicion too much, to see his fellow moogles in such sorrowful states was far from acceptable!

So he took Moglin to one side, told him of his hopes and dreams. The moogle race unified under Artemicion’s beliefs, wanting to fulfil his one wish to create a place where humans, moogles and monsters alike could live without the need for battles. But how could they, such a tiny race build a world?!

They summoned their Primal, Good King Moggle Mog XII in the hopes that he would guide them to a planet, only to have him turn. Several warriors braved this fight for the greater good, subduing the Primal long enough for the soul of their Good King to see sense. Power was gifted unto the moogles to create their heavenly lands, wanting his people to find solace and joy just like he wanted from the start. Artemicion set about building his strength with them all, one by one forging their gifts and donating all their energy into one godly light.

The world was born.

Iona blossomed from their holy guidance, a blank slate for Art and Moglin to start anew. The only problem was getting the light bridges to connect to their new land. Years were spent dedicating his time and focus into learning how they worked, and it all paid off. the bridges connect Iona to each gaia, each world out there; allowing the inhabitants to traverse the worlds and explore new possibilities. No longer is it a dream, a hopeless thought of what it would be like if the galaxies were filled with millions of planets. The dream is a reality, from Cocoon to Spira, to the evolutions of Gaia. They all exist, and can all be accessed.

Artemicion and Moglin are still working with Mog on building resorts, but the cities now bloom. Marketplaces are filled with attendees, the cities grow with each passing day.

They are not gods or rulers, the Moogle Trio are guardians, Protectors of Iona. This is their home, and now---