I have been feeling really happy and energetic lately and that has also been seen in the progress I've made with stuff. I have sown clothes for myself to a larp and had my character finished about half way, but I managed to corrupt my file... But this time I had a spare copy, hah! Luckily I have most of the story memorized more or less so writing it again won't be such a pain! I've also read an ad where they were searching for actresses/actors for a swedish course that will have audition 4.5. and I have sent for the script in hope that I might get the female part!
I have also made a lot of progress with Diasratensir since I last wrote about it! Now all my planes and inhabitants have names, I have the gist of the info about them and Raezalsaran is as complete as it gets at this point. The planes are as follows:
Arenar is a place where all your worst nightmares and even worse things exist. It is a place with great cities made of pure black rock covered with almost fragile seeming ornaments and in flames. It's inhabitants, the Renir, are a people for whom pain and torture truly equals to fun and pleasure.
Lumeran has in time become only one gigantic city that covers the whole plane. It's streets and buildings have been built to perfection and shimmer with a light, silvery tone. The Merandir are no less perfect than their city, but of all the worlds secrets, these magnificent and royal creatures hold the darkest ones.
Raezalsaran is a place made of magic. If you ever find a map of this world it is most likely to be of no use, since it's inhabitants the Magus keep changing it to fit their needs. In Raezalsaran 15 magic schools exists and they are the only ones who can truly teach you to control the Powers. The Magus are a complicated people with even more complicated names, but still there seems to be something more than meets the eye behind them. The magicians have a strict hierarchy and on top of that is their glorious leader: The Power Whisperer.
The Everchanging is a complete opposite to the rule filled and complicated world of Raezalsaran. The Beings like to keep things simple, according to their own measures, but to an ordinary mortal these creatures of magic seem as stable as a leaf in a storm. Their home is a tree, larger than any the world has ever seen and will ever see. Beings seem to have no structure or rules, but there is one that they seem to respect and follow and that is the Treedancer.
Asephro is a dream that everyone thought never would come true. It is a plane made by man. It is completely made of metal and is kept together by Energy and the most gifted of the Galanyann engineers. The Galanyanns are descendants to the Magus and to the People. They are also a merry people whom drink and feast whenever they get a chance, but due to their excitement-craving hearts many end up as thieves and pirates, sailing in their airborn ships lead by the head of the Clan. The Galanyanns also seem to have a hard time to see the difference between a joke and a deathtrap.
Diasratensir is the world where everything had it's starting point. It has changed from it's original form, but it is still the home for the Peoples in all their diverse glories. Most of the world is covered by the High Sea, but there is one larger continent, Braermar, and many archipelagos. Diasratensir is alot larger than the planes and holds most of the living creatures ever born.
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