Merchant Prince is a gender-free title unique for Khimera Kingdoms.
Granted for dozen richest merchants at time, this title ensures hight respect and recognition of personal skills for the holder.
Indeed a Merchant Prince, or more commonly, a person appointed by one as their substitute, holds a chair in the Assembly de Ivora; the ruling organisation of the Kingdoms, making up one third of Assmebly representatives.
Due to requirements of holding the position, some of the title holders only bear the honorific year or two before being replaced by someone more successful, while others bear it from the moment of granting to the day they die or retire. Its neither uncommon for a merchant to gain the title, lose it and regain it later as their influence raises again, or that of other's reduces.
The following list contains current Merchant princes in order of years of holding the title (shown as number after the name) from one to hold it longest to the newest supplement. The order does not relate to the magnitude of each Prince's wealth in any way.
Serra Kesrian (36)
Serr Emrian (29)
Sere Kereliar (21)
Sere Esemier (19)
Serra Ionais (18)
Seri Yarasmir (9)
Sere Seralion (7)
Serra Emeya (6)
Seri Ramiar (4)
Sera Eraya (1)
Sere Keres (1)
Serr Kerlion (1)
sunnuntai 8. huhtikuuta 2012
keskiviikko 22. helmikuuta 2012
Song of the Weaver
My sad little bird
caged inside
Your body, your mind
Sing your songs of agony
Whisper your sorrows
only for me
Oh, I should not dream so.
My sorrow song
spun of silence
Teach my young one
off ways of the world
Teach of suffering
Teach of violence
Oh, will we ever be free to go?
Time; the mistress most cruel
What ever will we do
When our hands are too old to bear the tool?
Just concentrate on your work for now.
Sweet kiss of love
in midst of night
And breath that almost
isn't there
Deepest shadows come
before morning light
Oh, teach those silver lies for me.
Our needles straight
Our scissors sharp
Nothing cuts better
than our tool
Such a childish dreams
you have poor fool
Oh, what a grand dress it will be.
caged inside
Your body, your mind
Sing your songs of agony
Whisper your sorrows
only for me
Oh, I should not dream so.
My sorrow song
spun of silence
Teach my young one
off ways of the world
Teach of suffering
Teach of violence
Oh, will we ever be free to go?
Time; the mistress most cruel
What ever will we do
When our hands are too old to bear the tool?
Just concentrate on your work for now.
Sweet kiss of love
in midst of night
And breath that almost
isn't there
Deepest shadows come
before morning light
Oh, teach those silver lies for me.
Our needles straight
Our scissors sharp
Nothing cuts better
than our tool
Such a childish dreams
you have poor fool
Oh, what a grand dress it will be.
perjantai 17. helmikuuta 2012
Prince of Deep
Prince of Deep was powerful creature in Deep Chaos, an existing being with its own name, as chaotic and unpredictable as its surrondings.
It was mostly interested in spinning its own stories, beautiful and full of imagination, so much indeed, that many other powerful creatures deemed themselves to rather be characters and antagonists in the stories of Prince of Deep, rather than spinning stories of their own. And Prince of Deep alloved them to come, as long as they accepted the rules in its stories.
Even when the Reality suddenly emerged from Deep Chaos and forced the interest of many into itself, making them enthralled with itself, Prince of Deep was one of those rare, who did not only manage to ignore it, a show of huge power in itself, but actually managed to forget that it even existed, amusing itself with its own stories, remaining in its own part of Deep Chaos (so far as there can be parts in there).
Then, when Prince of Deep was in middle of its story of beams of blue and apple tears and peacock scales, something came out from Reality, changed in its way throught the Chaos but kept its direction. It ended up right into Prince of Deeps story.
And it forced laws into there.
Orange is not sound, fish don't fly, snow falls down and doesn't egual four, it claimed.
Prince of Deep tried to argue it, but it didn't waver.
There are up and down, and ceiling is up and not for playing music, it stated.
Prince of Deep tried to force it away or make it something else, but it didn't bend.
Trees grow from earth and sky is above and...
Prince was at rage.
It left its story under the banal laws that the something forced upon it, and followed its trail away. And then it saw the Reality. And it saw the laws and restrictions in there and it knew where the something had come from.
Full of righteous hate for the interfierence, it closed in for the Reality... And was struckt again!
The Reality had nerve to try to force its laws upon the Prince of Deep!
Retreating, fast, mad and injured, Prince of Deep veiled itself into Chaos, lurking the edges of Reality, examining it from distance.
It was boring and dull.
Patterns and patterns of same actions, happenings, emotions over and over and over again.
But the Prince of Deep was still angry and wanted to know why that something had arrived to its story with its laws.
And so, after examining the boring, banal laws and actions, Prince of Deep weaved a form for itself, crossed over the Veil, and was no more...
It was mostly interested in spinning its own stories, beautiful and full of imagination, so much indeed, that many other powerful creatures deemed themselves to rather be characters and antagonists in the stories of Prince of Deep, rather than spinning stories of their own. And Prince of Deep alloved them to come, as long as they accepted the rules in its stories.
Even when the Reality suddenly emerged from Deep Chaos and forced the interest of many into itself, making them enthralled with itself, Prince of Deep was one of those rare, who did not only manage to ignore it, a show of huge power in itself, but actually managed to forget that it even existed, amusing itself with its own stories, remaining in its own part of Deep Chaos (so far as there can be parts in there).
Then, when Prince of Deep was in middle of its story of beams of blue and apple tears and peacock scales, something came out from Reality, changed in its way throught the Chaos but kept its direction. It ended up right into Prince of Deeps story.
And it forced laws into there.
Orange is not sound, fish don't fly, snow falls down and doesn't egual four, it claimed.
Prince of Deep tried to argue it, but it didn't waver.
There are up and down, and ceiling is up and not for playing music, it stated.
Prince of Deep tried to force it away or make it something else, but it didn't bend.
Trees grow from earth and sky is above and...
Prince was at rage.
It left its story under the banal laws that the something forced upon it, and followed its trail away. And then it saw the Reality. And it saw the laws and restrictions in there and it knew where the something had come from.
Full of righteous hate for the interfierence, it closed in for the Reality... And was struckt again!
The Reality had nerve to try to force its laws upon the Prince of Deep!
Retreating, fast, mad and injured, Prince of Deep veiled itself into Chaos, lurking the edges of Reality, examining it from distance.
It was boring and dull.
Patterns and patterns of same actions, happenings, emotions over and over and over again.
But the Prince of Deep was still angry and wanted to know why that something had arrived to its story with its laws.
And so, after examining the boring, banal laws and actions, Prince of Deep weaved a form for itself, crossed over the Veil, and was no more...
keskiviikko 15. helmikuuta 2012
Sound That Never Ends
It was once a lesser creature of Deep Chaos, swimming in it's murky depts without real sense of self, content on its being without really existing, until one day it encountered the Reality and its banal laws and solidity. This thing was not part of the Deep Chaos the creature observed, and it commanded the attention of the creature on itself, inducing it with its foreign appearance.
With the realisation of the existence of this huge something that was not part of the Deep Chaos, came also sense of self, as the creature realized that it, too, was separated part from the Deep Chaos, albeit not as separated as Reality.
Little creature became enthralled with this new being and could not take its attention away from it and its quirks. This continued on, until creature decided it wanted to experience the alien thing, rather than just watch it and so it crossed over the Veil, right into the being that bore shape and forced its banal laws upon the creature.
As a result the little creature ceased from existing and became instead shaped being called Sound That Never Ends.
Despite of what it looks, Sound That Never Ends is not a machine. Nor is it human or any kind of mortal either for that matter.
The shape it has is just a Disguise it wears in order to exist in this world with its harsh laws of reality, where light is not sound, green is not direction and one plus one always eguals two instead of delightful explosion of shadows (and occasional purple, flying squid).
Unfortunately, Sound That Never Ends isn't very good at Pretending of belonging in this world, as all the things it sees command its concentration away from existing, and as such, its form changes and frays at the edges like badly woven cloth.
Sound That Never Ends is very interested in Chaos in all forms inside the Reality, amused by the patterns it can see even in events people call insane, chaotic and even unpredictable. It also has deep fascination for death, as it has never seen such an occurrence before - to think that some beings would just choose just laying still until their Form is consumed by small creatures, instead of just simply telling themselves back to existence!
As a result, Sound That Never Ends is mostly seen lingering in locations where chaos and death have taken -or will take- place.
Last it was seen walking in the burning ruins during the aftermath of Gerian catastrophe like small, serene gravenimage, silently humming to itself, soulless eyes keen as it observed panicing, dying people and the riots and mutations around itself.
With the realisation of the existence of this huge something that was not part of the Deep Chaos, came also sense of self, as the creature realized that it, too, was separated part from the Deep Chaos, albeit not as separated as Reality.
Little creature became enthralled with this new being and could not take its attention away from it and its quirks. This continued on, until creature decided it wanted to experience the alien thing, rather than just watch it and so it crossed over the Veil, right into the being that bore shape and forced its banal laws upon the creature.
As a result the little creature ceased from existing and became instead shaped being called Sound That Never Ends.
Despite of what it looks, Sound That Never Ends is not a machine. Nor is it human or any kind of mortal either for that matter.
The shape it has is just a Disguise it wears in order to exist in this world with its harsh laws of reality, where light is not sound, green is not direction and one plus one always eguals two instead of delightful explosion of shadows (and occasional purple, flying squid).
Unfortunately, Sound That Never Ends isn't very good at Pretending of belonging in this world, as all the things it sees command its concentration away from existing, and as such, its form changes and frays at the edges like badly woven cloth.
Sound That Never Ends is very interested in Chaos in all forms inside the Reality, amused by the patterns it can see even in events people call insane, chaotic and even unpredictable. It also has deep fascination for death, as it has never seen such an occurrence before - to think that some beings would just choose just laying still until their Form is consumed by small creatures, instead of just simply telling themselves back to existence!
As a result, Sound That Never Ends is mostly seen lingering in locations where chaos and death have taken -or will take- place.
Last it was seen walking in the burning ruins during the aftermath of Gerian catastrophe like small, serene gravenimage, silently humming to itself, soulless eyes keen as it observed panicing, dying people and the riots and mutations around itself.
sunnuntai 1. tammikuuta 2012
Interview tonight; The Dark one
If you were to describe yourself with one word, what would it be?
Abiding.
What is most important to you in the world?
I believe it is the grace of the One with me. Without it, I am bound to the Glade.
Would you help someone who needed it while passing?
Only if I syght it as necessary and the One with me agreed.
Are you very observant?
Observing is what I do. It might not, however, be the physical world that helds my attention.
How innocent/naive can you be?
My innocence died long ago in my own hands by my own actions.
Can you entertain yourself easily?
I hardly see it as necessity as I am never alone again.
And the Dreams are always there to entertain me.
How well do you get along with others?
I can be diplomatic, descreet and persuasive if needed, but I rather remain the shadow observing over the world.
What was the longest time you had a friend?
I am not sure I have never had a friend in the most obviousmeaning of the word.
Do you have someone who knows you inside out?
The One with me knows me better than anyone, but as two still somewhat separated beings, we have boundaries between us.
How short is your temper?
My temper can flare up fast as the bonfire, but I am old enought to know that by biding my time, the results are much more satisfying. And thus I can master my temper.
Abiding.
What is most important to you in the world?
I believe it is the grace of the One with me. Without it, I am bound to the Glade.
Would you help someone who needed it while passing?
Only if I syght it as necessary and the One with me agreed.
Are you very observant?
Observing is what I do. It might not, however, be the physical world that helds my attention.
How innocent/naive can you be?
My innocence died long ago in my own hands by my own actions.
Can you entertain yourself easily?
I hardly see it as necessity as I am never alone again.
And the Dreams are always there to entertain me.
How well do you get along with others?
I can be diplomatic, descreet and persuasive if needed, but I rather remain the shadow observing over the world.
What was the longest time you had a friend?
I am not sure I have never had a friend in the most obviousmeaning of the word.
Do you have someone who knows you inside out?
The One with me knows me better than anyone, but as two still somewhat separated beings, we have boundaries between us.
How short is your temper?
My temper can flare up fast as the bonfire, but I am old enought to know that by biding my time, the results are much more satisfying. And thus I can master my temper.
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