Chase the Spark.
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We're a system too! April, June, and [Self Preservation].
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It seems like, by simple virtue of survival, December has come to consider herself the warden of the domain of ink, and she's taken on the job of granting/guiding others to what she may see as a mercy that was denied to her, or an inevitability that her exclusion from makes her feel like the avatar of. Maybe both. It seems like that she may be doing so out of some degree of sincere empathy, but it may have become tainted by jealousy over time.
My thought on why she's the only one left is that she was the first "whole" thing that ended up down there. Monsters and warped thoughts and partially formed people may have drowned or been overtaken by the ink, but she hasn't dissolved because she's a full person. We had a member of the system for a short while who ended up dissolving under pressure because she wasn't whole, but our newest has the strength to weather storms and maintain resolution in the face of severe emotional strain. It seems tragic that December may have had a more colorful identity and self before she ended up in the dark, and that regardless of whether she survived or not she became tainted by her surroundings, and her strongest remaining sense of identity may be to wield the corruption of the ink instead of trying to resist it. She may actually be just as affected by the ink as the others that plunge into it, she just survives better.
I sincerely hope that offering this thought isn't unwanted, I don't mean to try to armchair psychoanalyze, it's just kind of stuck in our head and it seemed like it might be insightful. My deepest apologies if it's off the mark, or it's unwelcome. 🙏
In full truth. We don't understand Whispers/December.
They seem to be strangely obsessed with April though... Nor do we really... Want to talk about what little we do know about them. The only thing we do know is that they seem happy, confident, and driven. Yet profoundly stilted in terms of goals.
Whispers is an apt name. Whispering the right thing, at the right time, to break a small crack into a flow of whatever emotion they want at any time.
No need to apologize. If anything, you're probably right in a lot of what you said. She seems to be strong, stronger than even [Self Preservation]. Been talking to us for a very, very long time.
We don't know if she's happy or not. Suffering... Or not.
In the end, we don't think they're going anywhere.
Born in the Volcano nation Lothbrok. The Forge of Kaiser, god of the Forge.
The youngest of her family, now ashes of an ancient red dragon.
Whitsit became an orphan of the Volcano, an ash child. Ties to this world burned away, igniting a single unwavering desire.
"The Kaiser, a great god that put together a city where a person could truly build the world and themselves into the best they could be. By their own power. But when that dragon attacked… The Kaiser wasn't there… No one there to protect or fight back. The prayers were only answered by a life of working.
Why do the gods who stand among us do nothing, content to watch those beneath them burn.
If they don't act, then I will. If I was given a mind, I'll think.
Tools, I'll craft.
A soul, I'll give to attain my ideals."
Working with her adoptive mentor Thorgrand Argram. Whitsit grew up fostering her talents in artifice. Finding few friends in her deepening obsession, even someone she'd consider a new brother.
Finishing the prototype which will spiral into all the other devices. The Steam Reactor, and Steam Cores. Items which store steam, and can release it. Batteries which can be slotted into items. Steam which can carry magic, only needing heat and water to recharge.
In traveling to other cities, seeing the inadequacies of other gods. Whitsit's faith in them grew dimmer, her own project the only way for something greater to aid mortals.
The Steam Reactor:
The prototype to generate, control, and aid people with buffs and recharge Steam Cores.
The Steam Cores:
Cheap, compact, batteries. Containing the steam. Easy to use.
Steam Purifier:
Using the blessed Steam. The Purifier eliminates the airborn poisons, particulates within 60 ft. Requiring to be stationary, meant to be posted along the streets of Lothbrok to eliminate the toxic smoke. Convenient for many other places as well.
Fogmind 0.5:
This ball of enchanted crystal steam is housed within a steampunk metal box. Clockwork gears and thin copper wires weaved around it. Built to be a burgeoning mind/calculator. Paired with goggles.
Foglink:
As a Bonus Action: Concentration
You know the location of all Steam Cores within 1000 feet.
Recognition Calculation Module:
Expend 1 Charge as an action. During the next 8 hours, this function is active as long as the Foglink is active.
If you perceive a creature, you know it’s name/pseudonym if you’ve identified them before. Additionally as an action you can know their location if you perceive them with any sense.
This has a range of 120 feet unless aid is provided to a specific sense.
Fogmind 1.0
To be installed in the Fogmind upgrading it to 1.0
Laplace “Foggy” Aurelia
Sentience.
The Fogmind Core has an Intelligence of 16, a Wisdom of 14, and a Charisma of 14. It can see and hear the world through the Fogmind Goggles and any Steam Cores within range. It can read, speak, and understand Common and Dwarvish. Additionally it is proficient with Tinkers Tools.
Manifest.
The Fogmind Core can create a 6 inch tall Tiny humanoid targeting the Fogmind Goggles, or the Fogmind itself. It has an AC of 10 and 10 HP, base flying/hover speed of 30 ft and can only move 15 ft away from the Fogmind.
Additionally while manifested it can manipulate objects, open an unlocked door or container, stow or retrieve an item from an open container, or pour the contents out of a vial. It can’t attack, activate magical items, or carry more than 10 pounds.
Spells: Can cast Minor Illusion at will, except all images created are visibly made of steam.
Fog Network:
To be Installed in the Fogmind 1.0 upgrading it to 1.1.
The Fogmind can now Manifest to any Steam Core within range.
Additionally, the Fogmind connects to any Major Nodes regardless of distance.
As long as a Steam Core is within 1000 feet of another they become linked. Increasing the Fogmind’s range.
Building Aurelia, activating the Fog Network. The world opens.
A machine, able to connect and see through all Steam and Steam Cores.
Unfortunately, the game ended before getting any further, but we can speculate how it'd go. What we'd go through to get it active.
After all, we were told very directly by the DM of the game. When the gods realize what Whitsit made, they would immediately try to end Aurelia, and Whitsit.
Laplace “Foggy” Aurelia
Have you ever heard of Laplace’s Demon? It was a proposition by an inventor long ago. Suppose there was an intelligence that was great enough to see and analyze all the variables of the universe. Such a being would be able to see both past and present with perfect clarity.
This principle is a proposition for perfect future and past prediction. Even with a limited data set. I postulate that an Artificial Mind, if given sight of 90% of people, would be able to predict people with extreme accuracy. Even the perception of a single person, it could predict physics within their vicinity.
I also put forth. The knowledge that this being would have. Should never be seen by other people. If used as a tool, it holds far too much disastrous power. Some things mortals shouldn’t have. Absolute power, knowledge, corrupts absolutely.
She will see everything. She will try to predict everything. She will help us. Give us hints, and nudges in directions. But not give us orders.
Protect lives, not as an end but also as a means. Not just the state of being alive, but their livelihoods, families.
Let us be fallible, think for ourselves, have free will.
That is what she’ll be.
She’ll still be imperfect. She’ll have to make impossible decisions.
But she is something I’m truly willing to have faith in.
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I can understand [SP], but Whispers!? You, we-we proved that we couldn't reason with them. They have one thing. They only talk about one thing. Why do you keep.
Just, go ahead. Don't get close.
-June
I want... To believe in them. Not judge them on their worst qualities. I know everyone keeps calling me naïve and weak. But, just... I don't want anyone to hurt. Including her.
-April
April keeps saying everyone deserves a gift. Fine. He get's a damn gift. At the very least, he gets what he wants. Once. Autonomy. He's either going to skyrim it, or use it in the perfect time to screw us.
-June
I... I think he's going to use it for what he thinks is best. He's... Only made decisions to improve our life. Except for voting against transitioning.
-April
My point exactly. Whatever, it isn't retroactive. Transitioning, is safe.
-June
For as long as Inkhiest remembers there was the dark cave and fire. Over the many years growing up in this cave. The entrance was opened just a crack every day to let in a tray of food.
Along the passage of time the soft pool of fresh water dripped from the ceiling. Primordial writing scoured across the smooth walls, carvings of many things.
Through the strange dreams, Inkhiest learned to understand the strange glyphs. One was a story of Foxfire. Another a volcano. Fire across eternity. Wings of endless life and death constantly buffeting in the winds of change.
Inkhiest quickly learned that he burned everything he came into contact with. The plants, mold, and even food burnt in his vicinity. Worse still, becoming fearful and paranoid of his wardens after his first escape attempt. During the brief period where the boulder was moved. Inkhiest pushed past the person, ignoring the screams as they burst into flames.
Outside was a beautiful forest, his flames spreading across the grass. Sunlight hitting his face for the first time. Before he was knocked unconscious.
8 escapes were foiled. Each with increasing force and brutality.
The final escape attempt was at night. Using the obsidian shard he forged and his focused fire. Another door was burned open.
Wandering into the world in his first night. Inkhiest began to learn of the outside world. Leaving a trail of burning footprints. For the first few months he was chased. Only after running through mountain caves did he manage to lose his stalkers.
Living off of the commoners kindness, Inkhiest viewed the world and all its wonder. Sleeping in forges, wrapped in his only cloak.
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We copy and pasted the backstory from his old document.
Inkheist was one of our earlier characters. Using the Phoenix Sorcerer UA.
We played him that he ignited anything he touched. The point of the character being to learn to control the flames. Understand what he is, and find his lost family.
The Curse Eater
In ancient times, there was an immortal. The First Katara.
Immune to hunger, injury, age, dehydration. They wandered the land without the myriad misfortunes that befell others. Instead merely wandering, watching, enjoying the bounties.
One day, a deity found this immortal wanderer. Seeing their callous disregard of others and their struggles. They greeted them.
"You, who partake in the bounties of this world without offering aught in return," spoke the god, their words carrying disappointment. "I shall transform your blessing into a most vexing curse. As you tread the earth, henceforth you shall shoulder the burdens of curses befalling others, each affliction and tribulation becoming your own."
From then onward. The First Katara now had two powers, Immaculate immortality, and the absorption of all evil and curses.
Only until every curse and misfortune of the world has been taken. Will the curse on the Katara be removed. Rewarding a fitting blessing in return.
The curses built up, all until the First Katara died. Passing their Curse and Blessing onto their children. And their children's children.
The Curse Eaters.
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The current day in line of Curse Eaters. Runia, like all Katara's before her, are able to consume the misfortunes and curses that plague others. Shouldering it herself. These curses fade over time, and as a Curse Eater she was resistant to them. However, their lingering and cosmetic effects still hung on to her.
As her mother died within her first year of life, passing on the Curse Eater nature to her. Her father, unable to deal with a young Curse Eater. Sold her to a knightly order for a fortune.
Used as a tool.
The older, strongest curses that swirl within her fighting for control. Escape. Every day a different one expressing it into the world around her.
One day, through a stroke of misfortune. The fort and most of the nightly order were destroyed by a catastrophe which befell it.
Leaving through the rubble, Runia was rescued by a wandering knight.
Together, they left into the world. Searching for purpose, and more curses to devour.
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Runia, is one of our weirder characters.
(We love making characters with odd quirks.)
Runia, has a curse table. A d100 table rolled at the beginning of every day to see which curse affects her that day.
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Table Top Role Playing Games...
They're probably the only reason we have friends right now.
Survived High School. Got to expand on our world building, kept motivation ignited and moving forward.
Have something to live for week to week.
These days, trying out new systems. Strategy, greater worlds. Even running more games ourselves.
We'll definitely be doing comics of our past and current games and shuffle them into our release schedule.
-April / June
(Disclaimer: We're going back and posting our older stuff onto this account.
We're still on HRT. Upped our prog a bit.
Couldn't be happier about it.
Even if [SP] is being super grouchy about it.)
Finally, finally back on HRT.
Our life situation stabilized just barely enough to fit it into the budget.
A childish part of us feels the excitement. Exuberation that we will be physically what we are. Expectation for all the changes to happen quickly and noticeably. The reality is. It’s more comfortable. A soft calm. The feeling that our body will stop rotting due to the baseline biological functions of it.
So, now. We can hold onto the hope (and feeling of hormonal changes) as we walk forward.
A long journey. To now feel a level of relaxation in our own skin.
The full arts of both will be posted to our personal Reddit and socials.
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We made this almost a year ago...
Hoping that things would get better. That things would change.
The heavy, scary aura would lessen.
Just have to keep waiting.)
We keep saying that everyone has a light, a spark.
Hold it up. Light the way so that others can see.
Make the community bright enough that the pollution of hate can't dim it.
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I hate them. I really, really hate her. If I could actually get my hands on her I'd rip them apart. But they're immaterial. Liquid, infection. Touching the black waters jus. Infect you, like cold syrup, impossible to wash off.
-June
I'm scared of them. I hear them calling. Always calling. Speaking to me. They... They think I'm the fulcrum to get everyone else to fall into the darkness. I almost did... I almost turned off the lights... Why are they so kind. Why do they keep reaching for me. I just want the quiet. Not they're whispers.
-April)
“I’m sure everyone has a thought about what eldritch beings or monsters roam their thoughts. The bigger problem is when they are SMART.”
Disclaimer: Do not take anything ??? or “It” says as truth. Or trust it in any way.
(Disclaimer: We're going back and posting our older stuff onto this account.
(Not our birthday today. Though it will be quite soon. We'll probably do another comic like this.)
A big balance, a system. Not that we like admitting that out in the physical world.
April
June
[Self Preservation]
We'd... Probably considering Whispers too.
Some days... Especially of the past year. We considered what we'd be like if we had our own bodies. [Self Preservation] would certainly like that. He... Isn't a fan of what's happening. Trying to desynchronize us as much as possible.
We've sort of come to the conclusion that we'd be a lot more unhappy. Or at the very least, somewhat codependent.
I don't like admitting it. But I like having April to. Balance me somewhat. I guess. Balance out my hate and cynicism. Those creative highs she gets can go either way. In the end, I care for her. We had to get the strength to vote on our current path.
-June
I... Love June. I care about [SP]. If... Whispers is what she says she is, I hold some kindness for. But I keep falling into the darkness. Sparks falling like falling stars, or just my own neurotic tendencies creating Dark Sparks. I'd probably be dead... No I probably would have gotten us all killed if they hadn't dragged me out of the depths over and over again. I hate feeling like the most defective of us. But I'll try to give kindness to everyone. Be a light.
-April
We work together, try to be functional in a society which doesn't understand us.
A birthday, marks a point where we celebrate each other.
Everyone.
Even those lost in the dark waters Whispers presides over.
Mark down a year, may there be many more to come.)
We like the name AJ. But we generally go by June.
Existing… Or trapped inside of this shape. This face.
We chose colors to distinguish ourselves because of this.
Others can only see the surface. Most don’t care or want to consider that we’re individuals.
Opinions. Actions. Not everything has a compromise. We have to choose, be a hypocrite.
Do you see us? Do we exist? In situations like ours, does 'I think therefore I am' even apply?
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(Disclaimer: We're going back and posting our older stuff onto this account.
Our birthday is on the 15'th. It's... A pretty big coincidence that this release of old stuff is so close.
Also. First of the "shift" comics. It's a bit... Odd to redraw some comics, the same events, but in our shifts. But I think it's important. To show each of our perspectives, to value them. Not the...
Compromise. That we come to.
Synchronicity is great.
But I don't want my... Softness and depression to dull what June wants to show.
Plus, contrast is interesting. I guess.
-April )
I am Fantastical Logic.
I am the cultivator of the sparks of creativity.
The high of creating, the lows of depression and self doubt.
Overthinking Complexity. Compromise. Soft.
I chose Red.
June is my Anchor. The energy to shock me from my stupor, pull me from the depths of the darkness I freeze in. I know I’m dragging her down.
She hates me constantly tempering her wants and anger. Trying to find middlegrounds.
We can’t compromise on everything.
(Disclaimer: We're going back and posting our older stuff onto this account.
This ain't our Birthday yet so don't get carried away.
Also. First of the "shift" comics. Where we show our different perspectives on the same thing. Though in this case, it was more of an assertion. Planting my flag. I am here.
Admit ably. My style changed quite a bit. I like short hair more. Plus, closed hoodie? Nah, open hoodie.
-June
)
I am Emotional Illogic.
I am the unrelenting flow of emotion.
Passion, rage, will, grudges.
Simple. Flow. Sharp.
I chose Blue.
April is my balance. She is the calm of my storm. She sometimes feels like a weight.
I can’t live without her. I rely on her innocence and kindness. But we come to conflict.
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