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the shadows in my worlds aren’t simply voids; they’re rich with texture and meaning. they were created to test faith, forge courage, and redefine love.

consider the local blacksmith of Tenebraethia, who crafts weapons to honor her fallen family. every blade carries her grief and hope that they’ll protect others from her fate. in the dimly lit workshop, she hammers away at the metal, infusing each weapon with a piece of her soul. the swords and shields she creates are not just tools for battle; they are symbols of her strength and resilience. as the sun sets and the shadows grow longer, the blacksmith's creations stand as a testament to the power of love and sacrifice in the face of darkness.

through this lens, darkness becomes a source of strength for my writing! it serves as a proving ground where all my characters—and myself—discover our true capabilities. my stories don’t ask to ignore or diminish pain; instead, they challenge us to confront it. and within that, i hope we all find the seeds of something worth fighting for.

the ziri waterfalls, one of the most notable features of the slumfjord valleys, serve as gateways to the dreamworld. the falls aren’t just majestic—they carry with them a sort of magic, a thin veil between realms. their waters are ethereal, shimmering in a way that doesn’t seem to fully exist in the waking world.

the mist that rises from the falls spreads across the valleys, blending memory and dream until reality itself feels unstable. people who come too close to the falls often report strange visions, sometimes seeing their own past, or memories they never lived.

eirlys, the eldest of the noxthorne triplets, holds dominion over these lands and the dreamworld. her powers not only allow her to manipulate dreams but to command the mist that clings to the valleys, bending memory and reality. for the rest of the slumfjord lore, subscribe to my patreon for free!

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Her grudges complicate her relationships, particularly with her sisters. Eirynia’s pragmatism clashes with Eiryls’ idealism and Eivey’s impulsiveness. She sees their decisions—both in governance and in personal matters—as reckless or shortsighted, leading her to quietly catalog their failures as further proof of her unappreciated burden. This tension manifests in subtle, cutting remarks or moments where Eirynia withholds her insights to let her sisters falter. It's not ill will.

In her leadership, Eirynia’s grudges become a double-edged sword. On one hand, they make her an exacting and uncompromising ruler, someone who holds her subordinates accountable and demands excellence. A culture of fear is created by her inability to forgive easily. Mistakes aren’t just failures—they’re betrayals. Yet, her people respect her deeply because they know her grudges come from a place of fierce loyalty to Vesmiren and its survival.

these are the placeholder crests that will remain until i come up with something better. 🫶🏾

"Caelum," she whispered, reaching for her husband's hand. Professor Caelum Noxthorne, his blue and green eyes wide with a mixture of anticipation and fear, grasped her fingers tightly.

"I'm here, my love," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. "The midwives are on their way, and—"

His words were cut short by a sudden, blinding flash from the sky. The couple turned to the window, their personal moment eclipsed by a cosmic spectacle. A comet, its tail a cascade of impossible colors, streaked across Tenebraethia's star-strewn canvas.

Lysandra gasped, not from pain but from the sudden influx of quantum data flooding her mind.

"Caelum, the readings... it's unlike anything we've ever seen. The energy signatures, the temporal fluctuations—"

Caelum squeezed her hand, his own empathic abilities overwhelmed by a wave of emotions not his own—loneliness, purpose, and a depth of knowledge that made his head spin.

"I feel it too, Lysandra. It's as if the comet itself is alive, sentient..."

Their scientific observations were interrupted by Lysandra's cry as another contraction seized her. The midwives burst into the room, their faces a mix of professional calm and awe at the celestial display outside.

As the comet began to break apart in the upper atmosphere, scattering shimmering fragments across Tenebraethia, Lysandra began to push. The air in the birthing chamber grew thick with mist, pulsing with energy that seemed to synchronize with her efforts.

Caelum watched in amazement as the mist coalesced into three distinct swirling patterns around Lysandra's bed.

"Three," he whispered, the revelation hitting him hard.

"Lysandra, we're having triplets!"

The first child slipped into the world as a fragment of the comet struck the crystal forests in the distance, sending a shockwave of light and energy rippling across the landscape. The baby girl's cries harmonized with the resonating crystals, and for a moment, every dreamer on Tenebraethia shared a vision of swirling nebulae and distant stars.

"Eirlys," Lysandra breathed, cradling the newborn.

"Her name is Eirlys."

The second child arrived as another comet fragment pierced the eternal shadows of Voidheart in the Umbra Archipelago. When the baby's eyes opened, they seemed to contain the depth of ages, reflecting the newly illuminated ancient ruins. They named her Erinia, the keeper of memories yet to be made.

As Lysandra prepared to deliver the third child, the largest fragment of the comet—its core—plummeted towards the Whispering Isles. The impact sent a pulse of chrono-energy surging across Tenebraethia. In that moment, the final triplet entered the world, her first breath drawing in the altered mists now infused with alien essence.

"Evyr," Caelum said softly, taking the third child in his arms. As he held her, he felt a sudden, overwhelming connection to every living thing on Tenebraethia, sensing the subtle changes wrought by the comet's passage.

The three newborns, placed side by side, seemed to glow with an inner light that mirrored the cosmic display outside. The midwives stepped back, their expressions a mixture of joy and trepidation. They had assisted in many births, but never one so intertwined with world-shaking events.

As the cosmic storm subsided, leaving a changed Tenebraethia in its wake, Lysandra and Caelum shared a look of understanding. Their daughters, born on this impossible night, were destined for something extraordinary.

In the distance, at the impact site of the comet's core, a figure emerged from a crater of crystallized time. Moiranon, the cosmic exile, took their first steps onto Tenebraethian soil. As if sensing the arrival, the triplets stirred in unison, their tiny hands reaching out to each other.

The Night of Three Stars, as it would come to be known, marked the beginning of a new era for Tenebraethia. In the years to come, as the triplets grew and Moiranon's influence spread, the events of that night would be remembered as both a miracle and a harbinger—the night when the fate of not just a world but perhaps the entire cosmos began to shift.

Tell me what you think of the introduction to my new world! I'm still working on my world of sound magic, but I'd like to know if I should put these two worlds within the same galaxy. Build my own planetary system? Idk honestly, I'm just brainstorming that idea; if anyone has any feedback, don't hesitate to reply or ask! :)