Were the words I first heard after my awakening. It was cold... too cold. Like warmth would never exist again, and even now I'm still cold. I woke up with no thoughts or memories of who I was or how I got there, as I found out thats how everyone first wakes up. In some field where nobody can see you, on your back facing the gray sky. No memories, no identity. We call the new arrivals Blanks, cause well... they're just blank slates. A lost soul in need of help. Soul is very litteral in this sense. I dont know if we're all dead, but I do know that we are souls. And what separates souls is our color. Everyone that arrives in Arena has a color that determines our appearance and most importantly, our powers.
Arena is an odd place if you haven't gathered. The sky is always gray, the only light comes from an orb in the sky always at a perfect noon that dims at night. Forests made of stone pillars. Mountains that have needle point peeks... literally. Land that breaks, fragments, and splits randomly. Oceans that drop to near bottomless trenches. Deserts of boiling sand. Mountains of scrap metal. All surrounded by a 50 mile high black stone wall carved with images of strange warriors, some souls rumor there are people that live on top of the wall. And it gets worse! Roaming the land are highly dangerous metal monsters. Robotic animals called Synths hunt the souls of Arena to keep their forges running and satisfy the bloodlust of their creator. The only thing more dangerous than the Synth's is the actual souls and the factions that are constantly at each other's throats.
I said earlier that every soul has a unique color on awakening here. Those colors tend to congregate into big groups and factions. There's 6 soul colors: Blue, White, Black, Green, Silver, and Gold. Our soul color determines everything about us, from our powers and appearance to our names. And then there's the Primes. Strength and power in Arena are something that can be directly measured and seen. One of the many strange and unexplained things here is the Prime Numbers. The five strongest of every soul color has a magical mark appear on their left hand. It cant be covered, if you put gloves on the mark just appears on your glove. These 5 of every soul color are called "The Primes", and they get all the privilege. Especially the First Prime. Whoever gets the 1 mark is the defacto leader of their entire soul color, and gets the honor and privilege to name themself after their soul color. The Gold 1 is called Gold, the Silver 1 is Silver, and so on. You get the idea.
I'm hoping this journal will help guide new souls through this strange world. I'm in a unique place to write this book, being able to talk to each of Prime Souls on equal footing. I've had each Prime 1 write a short description of their soul color and history. Its all in the next few pages.
I'm Blue, and this is The Guild
Being a Blue Soul comes with great power and good company if you ask me. We command lightning and wind like extensions of our body. A walking storm cloud. Our names come from the color we're named after and the weather we control, some examples from the top of my head are Gale, Storm, Tempest, Static, Sky, and Lapis. We dont have a nation or city to call our home, none of us have taken it upon ourselves to go start a city I guess. We always off on some quest for ourselves or another. Most of us Blue's end up becoming soldiers, guards, or mercenaries, with a significant lean towards mercenaries. We ended up organizing together amd forming whats called The Guild. A mercenary organization that spans the entire world, taking everything from odd jobs to war contracts. We dont just allow Blues, anyone can join, but The Guild is mostly known as a Blue Soul organization. The Guild has a base in nearly every city, but its main headquarters is in Sanctum. A city in the exact dead center of Arena's main continent. Some say Sanctum is the oldest city in the world, and... the evidence holds up. To all the new Blue Souls's, make your story in Arena your own.
Now to hand this off to the other Primes...
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · Blue Soul Guide · Alignment in Life; Chaotic Good
Powers; Weather Manipulation, the ability to control wind and electricit
The Name's Silver, and they are The Fallen
I ain't much for words, but i'll give what you need to know. We get our names from the metals, elements, and alloys that make up this universe we call home, and a few of us draw inspiration from myths of devils. A small list of names, Scrap, Rust, Alloy, Lucifer, Steel, Mercury, there's a lot of us so our potentiel names get kinda long. Us Silver's have been locked in a rivalry with the Gold's for as long as history goes back for, so dont expect kind treatment around em. Like all souls, we have a unique ability. In our bodies and through our blood flows what's known as Silver Matter. A solid metal that bends to our will. I've used Silver Matter to create swords, spears, the ammunition in my gun, hells even a pen to write with. There's no substance stronger than Silver Matter in Arena. Its able to he forged into weapons and armor for anyone to use, its also able to be forged into other things...
If you're a Silver you fall into one of two types. A Guild Merc, or a Fallen Soldier. Blue already explained The Guild, so The Fallen fall on me. See the Silver 3 Prime, guy named Blade, wanted to be more than an ordinary bandit clan leader, so he found a god and built a cult and that cult built him an empire. That old bandit lifestyle still fuels the Fallen at their core, they are vicious bastards. They only allow Silver Guild members into their Capitol city Azreal. The Fallen are also the only group of Silver's to use the names of Devil's. Now Blade may be the Silver 3, but he ain't to be taken lightly. He still stands over all but two Silver's, me being one. He's also able to go toe to toe with the Gold 1 himself, although good luck getting Gold to admit that. Now about that god The Fallen worship...
You're probably wondering... If I'm the Silver 1, and Blade's the Silver 3... where's the Silver 2? He's made himself a mythology figure in Arena. Calls himself The Forger, and he's the creator of the Synths. His own army of robot war machines at his beck and call. He secluded himself in a cave in the Scraplands to focus on his plans to whip out all life in Arena. Real pleasant guy if you couldn't tell. The Synths are made from his Silver Matter and powered using his blood. Synths are the most dangerous threat to wanders and mercenaries in the wild, but if you're good with a blade there is plenty of money to be made hunting them.
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · Silver Soul Guide! · Alignment in Life; Chaotic Neutral
Powers; The creation and control over Silver Matter. Silver Matter
My name is Emerald, and we are the Guard.
I know Blue already said it but, welcome to Arena. I wish you luck. If you are a Green Soul it is important to understand what powers we have been given. Green Souls have the unique ability of corrosion. From our hands we can create the most potent acid in Arena, capable of eating through solid silver steel in seconds. We also can make an acid fog that decays whatever is unfortunate enough to come into contact with it. Finally, while rare, some Green Souls are able to create a brilliant Green flame that burns through matter faster than it can be repaired. I'm exaggerating a bit but... you get the idea. Our names are simple, they call back to our soul color and corrosion power, some of my old friends went by Hazel, Veridian, Chloric, Olive, and Oxalic. If those names sound fun, feel free to use them.
Green Souls don't have a home of our own in a traditional sense. While the Silver's built Asreal, Gold's built Dorado, and Blue's created The Guild, us Green's set up shop in the unclaimed neutral territory in central Arena around Sanctum. Nobody makes claim to Sanctum, and the surrounding towns and cities, and for the longest time they were lawless where only the strong survived. So we established order, a rule of law. We still don't make claim to the cities, but someone had to protect the people that lived there from each other. The Guard isn't very organized... every town has their own ideas on how laws and punishment should work, mostly based on morality but you get the occasional greedy town guard every once in a while. If guard life isn't your stromg suit, you can also be a merchant, or a regular civilian working in your town. This life is yours to live, I won't pressure you into a path. Good luck friend.
I am Mistress White, and we are The Monarchs.
For a moment i considered turning Blue down, but this journal may yet bring more White Souls to my door. As White Souls we have been given the unique power over water, ice, and the cold itself. Able to flow water through the air like blood flows through our veins, forge weapons of ice with a snap of out fingers, and create hail and snow with little more than a clap. As such our names derive from the color of our soul and the domain of our powers. If you want inspiration, future Monarch, here are the names of my most trusted Primes; Alabaster, River, Arctic, and Ivory. Of course feel free to get creative, it may give you an edge.
I created us a kingdom high up in the Needle Point Mountains known as The Spire of Glass, from there we can sit above the other souls and control them for our benefit. The Souls of Arena bind themselves into towns and kingdoms with laws and rules, the only law that truly matters is that wealth and power rule over all, and that is what the Monarchs of the Spire live by. Sanctum, The Fallen, Dorado? They all exist for us to exploit. You want respect as a Monarch? Take it. Otherwise you'll be scrounging in the mud like the rest of the Souls in Arena.
I am Emperor Gold, and welcome to the Dorado Empire.
Newly awoken Gold Soul I am honored to welcome you to the greatest empire in Arena, Dorado. In the copper dunes to the east our great capital has stood for untold ages, history thicker than blood, and now you may place your mark in its hallowed pages. As Gold Souls, a special liquid metal lives within our very beings, flowing through our blood is the liquid Gold Matter. This substance can flow freely from our bodies and solidify into any shape necessary, it is flexible, light, and sturdy. The Silver Souls may possess a similar power, but our Gold Matter is not cold and lifeless, it breathes as we do. Your identity as a Gold Soul will determine your potential here in our empire, we shall start with your name. As the largest type of Soul by population, our naming convention is broad and loose. Words that harken back to our Gold Matter, words of divinity or myth, words that bring to mind the power of light itself, and for the more traditional the use of words related to shades of gold, yellow, and luster are used. I have curated a small list of examples names for inspiration; Marigold, Uri, Icarus, Bronze, Luster, Dandelion, Shine, and Angel.
As a citizen of Dorado you are protected by the largest army in all of Arena. Our soldiers stand ready to defend our capital and towns from the ravenous Fallen hoardes. Dorado's empire stands as the most technologically advanced society in all of Arena, our great engineer Icarus while under my command and supervision has developed living machines to combat the Synths. Using Gold Matter and complex clockwork gears we have created our own living machines known as The Constructs. These wonderous machines can be used to defend towns, and aid villages with maintenance. The future is bright young Gold Soul, join us in the grand empire and swear your undying allegiance to me.
I am Black.
I'm going to keep this short. Our power is corruption, we have a black matter that eats away and absorbs anything we want it to, including people's minds, bending them to our control. Try to pull a name from that if you must. The rest of Arena fears us. They should. Only the strong survive in arena. The other souls build castles and kingdoms for their gain and ego, while we rips them down to make ourselves stronger. They cant challenge us, only we can make ourselves better by fighting. Over the cycles I have accumulated a following, a small army who fights and kills by my orders. The others call us The Shade, I find the name unamusing. To put a name to a wild beast... only lessons the fear when it kills you. You can join me, or go your own way. I do not care.
I would have ripped Arena apart by now... but us Black Souls are rare. The lowest by population. I once reduced the Fallen to nothing but a few holdout, forced the Monarchs into hiding, and breathed down the gates of Dorado... then Blue came. The first time I have ever been evenly matched... I respect him, truthfully. So when he constricted my hunting grounds to the most southern region of Arena, I listened. Because he found me a much stronger foe to face than anything else.
I am Cobolt... and we are the Hybrid Souls...
Blue is my most trusted friend, and I question his decision to have me write this entry but... I trust his judgment. There is not much to say about us Hybrids, in total I'd believe there to be only a few hundred of us. When the Black Souls numbers are in the thousands and Gold Souls potential in the hundreds of Millions... we are few and far between. We exist in a state between two colors, I am somewhere between Blue and White. I'm able to control the lightning and ice of both, but not the wind and water strangely. Another hybrid I know amd trust is named Gilded, he sits between Gold and Black. I do not know what creates us or why, I have my theories, but I will save them for later.
We have no claim, no community, no connection to the primary soul colors that we draw power and blood from. The factions see us as abominations to be ignored, and the neutrals do not trust us. But that can change. We can build our own place in this world together. Peace is a slow process, but for everyone that chooses to make change, it goes faster.
Its fun watching them cling to hope, isnt it? Hoping this journal will help some new soul adjust to this world... Things always go the same around here. People arrive, they find an identity and a place to belong, and then they die in some gruesome horrible fasion only to be brought back with no memories of what happened. Cycles always go the same. We make sure of that. Who are we? We are the wardens of this hell. The chosen few to retain our memories and do Death's will. And I am their leader.
I am The Ghost, and we are the Red Legion!
Around Arena you'll hear whispers of a mythical Red Soul that brings only death and destruction. Oh well are more than just myth, we are very real. But why tell you this? I could tell you the secrets of this world, that this is the afterlife and you are dead, I could that the last person standing will be reincarnated, maybe i could say that injecting our blood into your vains will give you special powers, I could also tell you that at the most southern point of Arena is a bridge that leads to a gate, that will take you directly to the land of the living again. But who's going to believe you? Good luck little soul.
Welcome to the out of character section!
Hi I'm Ravanna the blog Runner! (Over 18)
I created Arena originally for a d&d campaign, but have now expanded it into a large roleplay setting and writing project. You can create an oc to interact with Arena if you'd like, or just send each of the characters annon asks for them to answer. Or ask me worldbuilding questions you'd like answered! Currently I'm working on posts going into each of the Prime's backstories and character designs. I'd love to interact with people and see which characters gain popularity!
@variousvossivixens One of their characters is an AU version of The Forger, but all the world building is still exactly the same
@pixopix made the dividers I used, so giving them credit
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Currently Fixated on the History of Pigments (for painting)
Here are some of my favorite blurbs from This Webpage:
Cobalts - HAUNTED
A family of pigments originally derived from mineral mines in Bohemia. They were named Cobalt after the word "kobolds" - the Bohemian word for spirits or ghosts, which the miners believed inhabited the pigment and caused them difficulties.
Lead-Tin Yellow - MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED
Also known as "The Old Master's Yellow" for its use by Italian Renaissance masters like Raphael. A highly stable bright opaque yellow was used from around 1250 until the mid-17th century, when its use ceased abruptly for no obvious reason. Experts believe that its formula might have been lost due to the death of its producer. Very popular with Renaissance painters, who used it in foliage along with earth pigments, Lead-Tin Yellow seems to have many of the attributes of modern Cadmium Yellow, but little was known about it until the 1940s. Since then it has enjoyed a modest recovery.
Bone White - BONES
Obsolete; it was made by burning bones to a white ash. Cennino Cennini in his Il Libro dell'Arte says 'the best bones are from the second joints and wings of fowls and capons; the older they are, the better; put them into the fire just as you find them under the table.' It was used as a ground for panels.
Carmine - BUG PAINT
Used since Antiquity, Carmine is a natural organic crimson pigment/dye made from the dried bodies of the female insect Coccus cacti (Cochineal), which inhabits the prickly-pear cactus, and also from a wingless insect living on certain species of European live oaks (Kermes). The cactus insects were first heated in ovens, then dried in the sun, to produce "silver cochineal" from which the finest pigment was made. Cochineal is still made in Mexico and India.
Lapis Lazuli - BLUE
The source of the fabulous, absolutely permanent and non-toxic natural blue pigment Ultramarine, the precious stone Lapis Lazuli is found in Central Asia, notably Afghanistan. It was employed in Ancient times as a simple ground up mineral (Lapis Lazuli or Lazuline Blue) with weak colour power. Then Persian craftsmen discovered a means of extracting the colouring agent, creating at a stroke a hugely important art material. Ultramarine arrived in Venice on Arab boats, during the Renaissance, and was named the pigment from overseas ("ultra marine"). Such was its brilliance that it rapidly attained a price that only princes and large wealthy religious organizations could afford it.
Maya Blue - LOST RECIPE
A highly resilient bright blue to greenish-blue pigment, developed by the Maya and Aztec cultures of pre-Columbian art in Mesoamerica. It is a composite of organic and inorganic compounds, notably indigo dye from the Indigofera suffruticosa plants. Originating at the beginning of the 9th century CE, it was in use as late as the 16th century in Mexico, in the paintings of the Indian Juan Gerson. It survived in Cuba until the 19th century.