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Mc oc, Phonk. He is an isekai’d dude trapped in the stitch body

Nobody asked for this, but like... Have some lore from one of my made up worlds.

There is a map to help with imagination a bit! It was made in an online thing called Inkarnate.

Also, the text below is long, but that's just some minor information about some parts of world that seem relevant to the main story. It's very small part of my entire worldbuilding.

You may, during the reading, discover word "fi" or "fie", which is basically another word for elf/elves of this world.

Now, out of the locations I have written lore of so far, I've decided to choose three, first one being

Last Retreat:

The ruined fortress, now only kown as the Last Retreat, gained it's name during the Fourth Age, when Falrid, leader of rebellion, after multiple defeats, managed to hide in here with a small group of survivors from their latest battle. They hid in the secret passage as the royal army went through the old crumbling corridors, attempting to end the lives of Falrid's men and bring Falrid to the so called ''justice''. They managed to find them in the end. The remnants of rebellion fought bravely, but they were against too many people who were in far better shape than them. Once Falrid discovered that the plan was to take them hostage, they decided to commit suicide by jumping into the raging sea from the top of the tower.

The Last Retreat was built in the early Second Age on the command of sister of Nomion the Religious, Nardi. It's initial purpose was to function as a lighthouse, but during multiple smaller conflicts, it served as a fortress and was repurposed to better suit its new job.

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The second being the area around Alzhad, The Marshlands:

Once a homeland for half-blooded fie that could not survive without water, now just a wasteland filled with their bitter blood and mostly fallen apart villages. The genocide that was organized by Nomion the Religious - the first ruler to openly promote his relationship with Gods - has taken place during the Second Age and the thirty days and nights it had taken to wipe the half-blooded population is now known as The Days of Weeping Souls.

During the Fourth Age, rebellion led by Falrid sought refuge in the ruins of the city Alzhad - the biggest city to be ever built in the Marshlands. The royal army that was dispatched to eliminate this significant portion of rebellion sadly damaged Alzhad even further and the city is now almost unrecognizable.

The Marshlands tend to be covered in mist that conceals the sun most of the times, allowing many animals that would not thrive in the sunlight to live in here. Most of these animals are ambush predators that will gladly eat meat of any fi that may be foolish enough to get caught.

As an addition to these predators lurking in the still, murky waters of questionable depth, another reason for no signs of re-population since The Days of Weeping Souls is the simple fact that no plant seems to be able to survive in the conditions, no matter how much magic is used to keep it alive and healthy. There had been discussions over ehether the land had been poisoned or cursed, but whatever ailment affects the ground, it has no effect on the water, which is, provided that you find one of the few sources that is not contamined with mud, completely safe to consume.

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And the third one is Tokrë's Shrine:

This place is a ruin of a village that surrounds a statue of Tokrë, one of the Heroes of the Old World. The village itself is overgrown and currently unihabitable due to the poisonous spores released by a rare kind of mushroom that had been only found in this place and any attempts to get rid of it became a failure.

The village is located near to Tokrë's lake, the deepest natural lake in all of Niraquen, and surrounded by mountains.

Despite the convenient location, little to no animals live in surroundings of Tokrë's Shrine. One of the explanations has been the fact that the poisonous spores were creating an enviorment that was unfriendly towards the animals, but this theory was proven to be wrong; the spores are only harmful in large concentrations, something that only happened in places where the air was not circulating properly. There is no actual explanation for the lack of animal species in this region, but no researchers seem to want to dive into this mystery just yet.

Nobody is really sure when exactly was this village left to rot, or who was responsible for building it. No records in any library show any mentions of any person attempting to live in this particular place. The researchers managed to date some of the equipment found in the houses, finding that the oldest pieces were from the beginning of the First Age (still in pristine shape) and the youngest being from the middle of Third Age. The mystery of the abandoned village is being studied by quite a few scholars at the time.

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Wow, if you actually read all of that, thanks, if not and you just scrolled, well, can't blame ya, this text is really long.

I'm happy for any sort of feedback (even the negative sort)

You know that feeling you get when you can really sense it in your gut that you're finally leaving behind people, places and things that you thought were impossible to let go of... not just a surface level feeling but an inner knowing; feeling that you're leaving someone(or something) behind and while it still hurts to think that way because it was something you wanted to work out so dearly , all those memories slowly going ghost and you might still have  love for them ...like you could've held it tightly again but this time you don't want to,,,seeing it slip away feels more like a sense of liberation than hurt. And this time you really look forward to what's out there for you in the new...

...you know there's still a part of you left in that old narrative but it just doesn't matter anymore like it used to and you're finally at peace with letting it float away...

whatever you call it,,,it's amazingly peaceful.

So just hang in there🩷,,,you'll get to it too and I am sure you'd be fucking proud of yourself for everything you endured all alone.

I feel like I should make either a blog or a masterlist of old, abandoned original worlds and whatever facts about it I remember. but idk where id post it so instead, i have elected to keep it all in my tiny brain.

A random street in the city of Viharei.

Viharein trading ship, very much inspired by the great eastern.

My OC Albert

He’s a shy, emotionally intelligent, creative and energetic person…. Also very tall. He’s looking more confident here than usual, I suspect he might be a bit tipsy (this is one of his night out outfits).

Few stats:

Meirs Briggs’s: INFP-T

Orientation: Pansexual

Height: 7’2” / 220cm

I have more for Albert than any other character so expect to see him quite a lot 😊

Albert’s the kind of guy that will always give you a smile, even if he’s feeling shy and insecure (which is most of the time).