I mean that our world (Gaia, if you will) has sisters across the galaxy, joined along some axis our science can't identify. Sometimes, when the affinity between the sister planets is strong, travellers can make it across.
That, I believe, is what happened on September 12, 1952.
When I say that Braxie was a creature from another planet, people tend to get the wrong idea. She didn't arrive in an interstellar flying saucer; those don't exist, and likely never will.
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It could be used for countless constructive ends. Grief and rage had driven him.
He handed an old friend a weapon that could forever change the shape of things, a sword for killing a god!
He would regret the years of research and planning for the rest of his life. Meta-silica, Mingo had learned, bridges the gap to dark matter. It's a lever by which physical beings can interact with a world beyond perception!
Every part of the micron-scale pattern needed to be imprinted into the surface. Once all the glyphs of gold inlay were embedded, Mingo hoped, the blade would take on the desired properties.
He aligned the dark-energy laser to the crucible. It was the secret to melting the meta-silica without shattering it. He carefully laid the incandescent blob of magic glass into the prepared mold.
He served his time working with meta-silica, "Aether ore," the crust of infused glass formed by the breaking of the world. Practitioners had used it as a conduit for centuries, as gemstone batteries or crystal balls; rudimentary, a waste of precious material. Only Mingo understood its potential.
Now Mingo was doing something he said he’d never do. He was making a weapon.
Wealthy Arcanists like to keep demons as servants because they can't do magic. In their arrogance, they think this keeps their secrets safe.
Mingo was a skilled artisan, with a scientist's mind.
Mingo Smelter didn’t believe in violence. He had built himself a home and a forge in the blended community of Wyrm Holler. It was a good life; peaceful after his years of servitude. That was, until zealots from the Faithful & Discreet Congregation ended the dream of Wyrm Holler.
Red tugged it down his brow. He breathed deeply. A trickle of blood dripped down his cheek, and he could once again smell all the people who had dyed his cap before. Red smiled.
Red gently laid the cap in the puddle of the young man's lifeblood, taking care to maximize contact for better absorption.
Soon enough, the cap was perfectly crimson and pliable.
He picked the stray bits of hair and brain tissue from the pool, then slowly, reverently removed his cap. It crackled and flaked as the stiffened layers tried to flex. They needed this refreshment.
Red deftly pulled off the man's high-visibility vest, and laid under the ruined skull to catch the precious drippings before it was all lost to the earth. Once enough had pooled, Red confirmed that he was completely alone with the body.
It didn't help the man much, accuracy with a firearm went to shit this far into The Fray. But there was that danger, that cat and mouse chase that Red needed to fuel his high.
The Redcap:
The world slowly came back into focus. Red was still feeling euphoric, but the battle haze was ebbing away. He had killed a man, like always. There had been a weapon; a rifle, bolt action. An anachronistic tool for so young a hunter.
Happy FRAYbruary, y'all! I'm sharing artworks and microfictions from the world of Enter The Fray before the comic makes its long awaited return!
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"The materials for basic spells can be gathered in any forest. The invocations spoken in any tongue. It endures despite the witch hunts and the disrespect because it is a vital part of the human experience."
"Throughout history, practically every village in every nation had a practitioner. Herbalists, midwives, witches. The weaving of spells is a flexible art, and the most accessible style of magic. Each casting is unique, handcrafted."
"These f*cking wizards enrage me so much. They're so dismissive of Spell Weaving. They see it as domestic and disposable, less powerful than the arcane sciences. I've actually heard them call it "women's magic!" It's nothing but misogyny in fancy robes. Magic is agnostic to sex and gender."
Hey Y'all! I'm sharing artworks and microfictions from the world of Enter The Fray, ahead of its long-awaited return! This drawing got a little out of hand, and there are still things I would add to it, but I already missed a day (I've been trying to post on all the odd numbers).
#WitchyAesthetic
“As my father thrust the blade, in pure faith, to give me back to The Lord, his hand was stayed. I saw in his countenance a godly light. He had made sure his covenant with The Almighty.”
Teachings of Joash Brahm, founder of The Faithful & Discreet Congregation (1841)
“Trusting to my father’s prophetic call, I did yield my life to The Lord. My arms were tied at the wrist around the blackened stones. My father heated the blade until it glowed.”
“Once we had sealed our erection with pitch and built a fire to heat the ceremonial blade, my father said unto me that he had been commanded that I myself be tied in the place of bleeding.”
“When I inquired of my father whence we were to capture an animal for the sacrifice, he instructed that I have faith and follow him in every whit.”
“I was at this time in my fifteenth year. My father took me up into the mountain. There we cut stones for the construction of an obelisk, as my father had during our habitation in Tennessee.”
FRAYbruary, part 5: The Congregation
Hey Y'all! I'm sharing artworks and microfictions from the world of Enter The Fray, ahead of its long-awaited return!
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“Just don't expect one to last more than a few days in the elements; they're made of pretty soft stuff.
Why do they all seem to have weapons? I don't know. I have to figure out who keeps giving them those."
“The smartest fungus | ever saw, acres-wide under the dirt, figured out how to make fruiting bodies that can pop off and walk away! They make pleasant travel companions, just as long as they get the chance to drop spores somewhere hospitable.”
"Fungi are smarter than you'd think. Some are so old and big, and have eaten up so many dead bodies, that they've learned what makes us go. They've seen how far legs can take you.”
Hey Y'all, let's close out week one of FRAYbruary! I'm sharing artworks and microfictions from the world of Enter The Fray, ahead of its long-awaited return! I had a lot of fun with these little dudes.
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