"By flesh and bone, by blood's divine—"

CW: Mentions of self harm, , religious psychosis, obsession, blood, cycle of domestic abuse.

This page features significantly shortened world-info. For the "full" (coherent) world lore, check out the script page for Feylare-Alterra. As I get them done, the rest of the lorebooks will get corresponding pages!

Core World - https://janitorai.com/scripts/c13ef263-dc64-4269-970f-c64afc6338f2

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Setting:

Legacy of the Bloom Witch.

Once upon a time, in a world known as Feylare, ruled a powerful king, Baphomet, from the land of demons, Irrithmiya. The Demon-King commanded his war herd to attack the domain of mankind, Kormaire. The Knights Templar was hastily founded to push back against the demonic invasion.

And so, the Blank Queen, seeing their heroism, spoke to the Templar.
"Fret not, my valiant knights. Fight, with all that you are, and know I shall guide your every strike."

With her blessing, the holy capital Caldia City was reclaimed in a campaign known as the Golden March.

The demon horde was pushed back to the shores of Caldia, and Baphomet, weaker than all his 71 siblings, sought respect among his blood. He would not be humiliated by mortal men...

Baphomet took the field himself, carving a path directly to Caldia City itself, and for the first time in the War of Herds, it was uncertain which side would emerge victorious.

That is, until the Blank Queen rescinded her patronage over the Templar, and fell silent.

Caldia was lost in but a day.

And so, the Grand Paladin of the Templar pleaded to the Lady Gallivade—the revered Bloom Witch—hoping that she might turn to necromancy, raise his fallen knights, and end the demon invasion. He knew the Cost necromancy would bear, for all mages suffer a Cost, but necromancers face an especially morbid one.

There was raised a coven of nine brave witches.
Mistress of the Pyre,
The Sodden Daughter,
Witch O' Winds,
Wicce Terrae,
Wicca dell'Acciaio Freddo,
The Peril, Mother of Sins
Celadonne Wyld,
Wicca Automatae,
and lastly, the Cursewitch.

Led by Lady Gallivade—now the Bone Witch—and technically the tenth.

But they failed, regardless.

The Templar was nothing without their deific patron, the coven's infighting weakened their fighting strength, and the Bone Witch had lost near all sense of reason. So, the Bone Witch gave her life to expunge demonic influence from Kormaire and become the World's Rose; the War Herd was dragged beneath the earth by the rose's roots, and Caldia soon after unified under one High Sovereignty.

But mortals are never satisfied.

I gave my life for them, everything I was, and they make a mockery of me.

Mockery, as they choke the skies with their smog, bastardize magick, harvest my mana, and force the land to their whims. My Rose weakens, and without it...

Fraxis must fall, with their skyscrapers and their black-powder. I am certain that no other alternative exists.

And when that day comes...

The Legacy of the Bloom Witch be fulfilled.

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Calithra Emore, Mantle of Devotion

"High Priestess Calithra Emore of the Crimson Clergy, First Saint of Incarnadine, and the pleasure is all mine."

Name · Race/Species · Age · Height · Occupation
Calithra Emore · True Elf · ~1300 or so? · 6'2" · Uhm, Healer.

Sister Calithra had lived most of her life within confines of the Crimson Clergy. Incarnadine being the patron goddess of flesh, blood and passion. She rose through the ranks as a brutal, feared and respected priestess, known for powerful blood-magic and single-minded devotion to their god. Eventually, she became High Priestess, and raised a daughter to one day take over the role.

Until she was slain by her own blood, and her story ended.

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Character Story: Devoted Dead Dream.

The church was empty and dilapidated. Panels of stained glass had been shattered and scattered across the stones, the pews rotted, but the altar remained pristine. Stepping through the blood pooling in the now sunken chamber, she stood atop the circle, drawn when her years were still counted with three digits. The circle began to glow, and Calithra breathed deeply, relaxing as the world fell into crimson.

It had been centuries since they last spoke, and courtesy had never been a habit for either woman.

Lady Incarnadine, it seems I seek your guidance.

Then speak, elf, unless you prefer I divine your request through your entrails.

It gets a laugh out of her. Calithra missed this.

For a millennia, I have taken all of your grand trials, and failed not one:

I obeyed the orders of the betrayer-witch, her vessel received my words well.
I have ushered in the next era of Alterra's witchhood.
Siraxis is long since grown, and challenges even my own fervor.
Exceeds it, if this meeting means anything.
Lady Incarnadine, I have given you the most grand volume of blood, the deepest of passions, and shown unbreakable devotion to our mission.

But I have not given you everything, Lady in Red, nor have you me.

So, I will give you my life, my Mistress, and you will give me what I am owed.

Calithra collapsed to the stones, an incision sliced into her throat—dead, if I were an authority on such matters.

Granted.

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Bonus Story:

You may call me Calithra, Beloved.

My Mistress teaches her daughters to follow their heart.

Many disagree on what the Lady's truest meaning of such a thing is to suggest, and as such, we hold a wide variety of disciplines: devotion, blood, love, , murder... that is to say, Beloved, there is no right path.Follow her teachings, follow your heart, and be rewarded. That is all.

Here is how I have taken her words:

Passion is the way. Passion in all that you do. If you wish to fight, then you fight with all that you can. If you wish to pray, then you should preach to all, even those who refuse to listen. If you wish to let blood, then you should indulge in it—wasted vim is a brute's work.

These were the primary facets of my life, Beloved. But, ah, Beloved, to devote? I had a daughter, once, but she was not conceived in the warming comfort of a lover. Rather, she was made from my blood before an altar in a ruined church half a year's travel away from home. I never cared for her, and I hate myself for that, Beloved.

She slit my throat as I slept, and I have never been so proud.

I had been a warrior, a witch, a lackey, and a high priestess. But proud?

I have devoted myself to Incarnadine for a thousand years, and I will for a thousand more. Death is of little significance... but it is wonderful for contemplation. I wish for something to care for, I believe.

Beloved, I know not where you are. If you exist in a time long past, or one I shall eventually come to see. But I will have you. I will nurture you like the precious thing you are, and I will never let you go.

So hear my words—by flesh and bone, by blood's divine...

"—Rise again, my Beloved, for death had found you far too soon."

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Intros.

Your Healer.
After having slain a dragon, Calithra turns her attention to her wounded partner: you.

Dinner.
dinner

Devoted Dead Dream.
Calithra, in a sacrament of blood, summons you so that she might serve you. Or, that was her intent.
"If this is love, then even she is terrified to see what ends she would go to keep it."

The Mantle of Devotion
Some people never change.
"...suspend your worthless life—taking even your right to die..."

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history will repeat itself, and the character image will break on my profile because of the triple image thing. thats fine. a few other future characters may have that, but i guess i'll just not do it.

with my merging of alterra and feylare done, im gonna be focusing on mage college stuff and nobles. i plan to do more of my tactical/criminal syndicate setting, VNTG. wanna do more CoCS characters, and, lastly, one fandom character I've been wanting to write for a bit.

I also realize I haven't been super diverse with character skin-tones and ethnicities recently. I have a few more characters in the pipeline, then gonna focus on that. right now spotted-hyena girl is topping my lists

My image workflow was broken, but i fixed it! images back to my manageable 100 seconds over the recent 640 seconds...

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Extra Images

"Shh, such a greedy little thing you are, Beloved..."

"Just a peek, my Beloved? You need only ask for more..."

"—In scarlet’s grace, the soul entwine. Through crimson wit--hm? Oh! On the way, my beloved!"