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Xemovandum: The Space and Time Told - junoseppie
Xemovandum: The Space and Time Told
The space and time where each universe resides and is shared.
"Fall in love with someone's eyes. It's the one thing that never changes."
Xemovandum is the name of the space and time where all the universes reside, it is infinite and can only be approximated by the gods who were made to rule upon it. In an unknown and mysterious event, the very first universe ‘Primumgenussuum’ was born from one of the cuts in space and time. Here is where it all began:
The population was manifested by the 8 major elements of the universe. The first half of the elements were the Shrine Runes, that manifest based on abstract ideas, and the second half were the Proxs Runes, that manifest based on what is concrete.
Shrine Runes
Oqlua
It was the first element that provided feelings and emotions to all, it made the mind possible. It is a viridian color with a sharp-edged rune. This manifested the Mulieres (humans), the basis and the majority of the population, they are considered fillers and the movers of stories.
- The Oqluan Deity is Felicity.
Dyka
It was the element that provided protection and guardianship. It had the ability to manifest strength in all beings. It is a lilac shade with mixed soft and sharp edges on its runes. This manifested the Caudatus Nopulo, or the Cat People, easily known as Caud’Nu (Nekos). They had great eyes and stealth that helped them be the perfect guards at the time.
- The Dykanan Deity is Norda
Beauls
It was the element that provided wisdom and curiosity. It gave the ability to seek and find the truth, the origins, etc. It is a Sacramento colored rune with soft edges. This manifested the Sapientias (horned-people), the born philosophers and scientists of the universe.
- The Beauls Deity is Beatrice
Ilitref
It was the element that provided motherhood, the connection between the born and unborn. It is a tea -rose colored rune with a round shape. This manifested Materavis (dove-people). The most caring and freeing beings of the universe who purposely healed anyone and provided nurture.
- The Ilitreficy Deity is Maia
Proxy Runes
Gaunt
It was the element that provided all things liquid and living, like blood and water. It is an indigo colored rune with very wobbly and uneven edges. This manifested Syrenis (mermaid & sirens), the people of the water. Greatly intelligent and beautiful, as well as graceful.
- The Gauntanian Deity is Josephina
Ignes
It was the element that provided all things fire and stones, reveling in most of the land and creating most of it. It is a wine red colored rune with a diamond shape. This manifested Hydras (dragon-people). One of the most powerful beings manifested and resided in the universe.
- The Ignesin Deity is Giannah
Ventosus
It was the element that provided all things air in the spheres, like oxygen, airborne things, etc. It is a grayish and very light, almost translucent rune with soft edges. This manifested Sylphs (air-spirit people). They are the most gentle beings that help with weather and all things air.
- The Ventosus Deity is Vindor
Xerra
It was the element that provided land and soil, coming with plants and fungi. It is a peanut colored rune with rocky and extremely uneven, bumpy shapes. This manifested Werewolves, the people of all forests and provided generational greenery and new things in life.
- The Xerranian Deity is Serrano
FULL MYTHOLOGY / LORE
In the ancient days when the universe was young, Calista, the High Priestess of the Elements, walked the lands as a beacon of light. Her devotion was unlike any other, for she revered not just one of the eight elements, but all of them—each Rune honored in her prayers, each Deity respected through her deeds. Her heart was pure, her gifts divine. She could mend the broken, soothe the grieving, and bring forth prosperity from barren lands. Villages flourished under her care, and the people, grateful and awestruck, praised her with devotion rivaling that of the gods themselves.
Yet, this devotion, though unbidden by Calista, sowed the seeds of jealousy among the Deities. From their celestial thrones, they watched as their worship waned, as their shrines emptied in favor of the humble priestess. Only Maia, the Deity of Ilitref, remained unshaken. Compassionate and nurturing, Maia saw the purity of Calista's heart and did not begrudge her the adoration she received.
Amidst this divine resentment, Calista’s heart betrayed her vow of celibacy when she fell in love with Aoife, a simple yet captivating Murieles woman. Their love, hidden from the eyes of the world, blossomed in secret. Though it defied the laws of her calling, Maia blessed their union by gifting them a child—Teresa, born not from the womb but from the sacred bond they shared. (Teresa is a Puerapeccato)
In the seclusion of a mountain cabin, far from the prying eyes of gods and men, Teresa was born. She was an extraordinary child, with golden eyes that gleamed like the dawn, a harbinger of the divine yet cloaked in mortal form, born with outworldly and never seen before features. Calista continued her duties, offering blessings to the world, while Aoife nurtured their child in peaceful solitude.
For four blissful years, the family thrived. But peace is fragile, and joy, fleeting. One fateful day, Calista returned from her sacred duties to find Teresa alone, drenched in blood. Panic clawed at her as she searched for Aoife, only to discover her beloved torn apart, her body ravaged as though by a beast. It was then that the cruel truth unveiled itself—Teresa had become a monster, cursed by the Deities as punishment for Calista’s broken vow.
Grief-stricken yet bound by unshakable maternal love, Calista shielded her daughter from the world’s wrath. She sacrificed her own purity, luring unsuspecting villagers to their deaths to sate Teresa’s monstrous hunger. The land, once harmonious under Calista’s care, grew dark with fear and suspicion as people vanished without explanation. Yet, despite their fear, the people never suspected the truth, for who would believe that their beloved High Priestess, a symbol of peace and purity, could harbor such a terrible secret? The very idea was unthinkable.
The Deities’ patience snapped. They summoned Calista to the spirit realm and delivered their judgment. Teresa was innocent, a child of circumstance, but Calista had sinned. Her punishment was brutal: she was cursed with immortality, severed from her daughter forever. Her memory of Teresa was torn from her, leaving only a hollow ache in her heart, an inexplicable void where love had once flourished. Her only memory left of her celestial lover, Aoife, was the love they shared and her brutal unanswered end. She would serve the world endlessly, a priestess to the very Deities who condemned her. She knew she was being punished, but she was made to never know why.
But the punishment extended beyond Calista. To ensure that no such defiance could ever again upset the balance of the cosmos, the Deities decreed that no sacred or celestial bond—whether between gods, mortals, or beings of different species—could ever produce life unless it was between opposite genders. Love itself was not forbidden, but creation was bound by new laws, forever curbing the potential of such unions to birth new life.
As centuries passed, Calista became a symbol of peace and hope. She healed the sick, nurtured the land, and guided the lost, her powers surpassing those of any deity. But no adoration could fill the emptiness within her. In her despair, she carved a new realm from the fabric of space and time—a magnificent sanctuary known as the Islaun Realm, vast and beautiful, but cold and desolate.
Finally, weary of her endless existence, Calista sealed herself within her creation, entering a self-imposed slumber in hopes of finding peace. Her name became legend, the embodiment of love and sacrifice. Yet in the farthest corners of her mind, shadows of forgotten memories lingered—of golden eyes and a love lost to the cruelty of gods. Aoife lay buried deep in the mountains, and Teresa’s fate remained an eternal mystery, lost to time and the whims of the divine. No one ever knew of Calista and Aoife’s love, its blossoms and Teresa, nobody. And because of that, no one ever told her the tale of what she had lost, only leaving her with unanswered questions and grief.
Yet, this devotion, though unbidden by Calista, sowed the seeds of jealousy among the Deities. From their celestial thrones, they watched as their worship waned, as their shrines emptied in favor of the humble priestess. Only Maia, the Deity of Ilitref, remained unshaken. Compassionate and nurturing, Maia saw the purity of Calista's heart and did not begrudge her the adoration she received.
Amidst this divine resentment, Calista’s heart betrayed her vow of celibacy when she fell in love with Aoife, a simple yet captivating Murieles woman. Their love, hidden from the eyes of the world, blossomed in secret. Though it defied the laws of her calling, Maia blessed their union by gifting them a child—Teresa, born not from the womb but from the sacred bond they shared. (Teresa is a Puerapeccato)
In the seclusion of a mountain cabin, far from the prying eyes of gods and men, Teresa was born. She was an extraordinary child, with golden eyes that gleamed like the dawn, a harbinger of the divine yet cloaked in mortal form, born with outworldly and never seen before features. Calista continued her duties, offering blessings to the world, while Aoife nurtured their child in peaceful solitude.
For four blissful years, the family thrived. But peace is fragile, and joy, fleeting. One fateful day, Calista returned from her sacred duties to find Teresa alone, drenched in blood. Panic clawed at her as she searched for Aoife, only to discover her beloved torn apart, her body ravaged as though by a beast. It was then that the cruel truth unveiled itself—Teresa had become a monster, cursed by the Deities as punishment for Calista’s broken vow.
Grief-stricken yet bound by unshakable maternal love, Calista shielded her daughter from the world’s wrath. She sacrificed her own purity, luring unsuspecting villagers to their deaths to sate Teresa’s monstrous hunger. The land, once harmonious under Calista’s care, grew dark with fear and suspicion as people vanished without explanation. Yet, despite their fear, the people never suspected the truth, for who would believe that their beloved High Priestess, a symbol of peace and purity, could harbor such a terrible secret? The very idea was unthinkable.
The Deities’ patience snapped. They summoned Calista to the spirit realm and delivered their judgment. Teresa was innocent, a child of circumstance, but Calista had sinned. Her punishment was brutal: she was cursed with immortality, severed from her daughter forever. Her memory of Teresa was torn from her, leaving only a hollow ache in her heart, an inexplicable void where love had once flourished. Her only memory left of her celestial lover, Aoife, was the love they shared and her brutal unanswered end. She would serve the world endlessly, a priestess to the very Deities who condemned her. She knew she was being punished, but she was made to never know why.
But the punishment extended beyond Calista. To ensure that no such defiance could ever again upset the balance of the cosmos, the Deities decreed that no sacred or celestial bond—whether between gods, mortals, or beings of different species—could ever produce life unless it was between opposite genders. Love itself was not forbidden, but creation was bound by new laws, forever curbing the potential of such unions to birth new life.
As centuries passed, Calista became a symbol of peace and hope. She healed the sick, nurtured the land, and guided the lost, her powers surpassing those of any deity. But no adoration could fill the emptiness within her. In her despair, she carved a new realm from the fabric of space and time—a magnificent sanctuary known as the Islaun Realm, vast and beautiful, but cold and desolate.
Finally, weary of her endless existence, Calista sealed herself within her creation, entering a self-imposed slumber in hopes of finding peace. Her name became legend, the embodiment of love and sacrifice. Yet in the farthest corners of her mind, shadows of forgotten memories lingered—of golden eyes and a love lost to the cruelty of gods. Aoife lay buried deep in the mountains, and Teresa’s fate remained an eternal mystery, lost to time and the whims of the divine. No one ever knew of Calista and Aoife’s love, its blossoms and Teresa, nobody. And because of that, no one ever told her the tale of what she had lost, only leaving her with unanswered questions and grief.
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