Paraselenic Interception

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Incoming memosporic transmission...
Cyrptoglyph secured.
Mnemonymic Set: T1.6435-9/211435246_aa
WARNING: Psychosomatic Interference Detected!
Cleaning Polypsychomorphs...
Cleaning Polypsychomorphs...
Cleaning Polypsychomorphs...
Cleaned.
Accessing transmission...

ELDER COUNCIL (EC): This is the Outer-Speaker of the Elder Council contacting the Imperial Mananaunt Mothship 12705-RC. Please enter declare your speaker and their olfactocodes.

IMPERIAL MANANAUNT (IM): This is the Stellatemplar of Mothship 12705-RC, Olfactocode: "Torchbugs flying through the summer pines of the Chorradorallen valley while drinking a copper mug of ginger beer."

EC: Anamnymic confirmed. Please report.

IM: We are ahead of schedule and have landed in the region what the cats call "The Seventh Scar" reading coordination X-Space: 20.425 DOP, Y-Time: 1E 2728, Z-Thought: Divergent.

EC: Recalibrate your Z-Axis to Analytical.

IM: I must turn to Julianos... I doubt the authenticity of these lunar fairytales.

EC: We have it under good authority that the Lleswyri have sighted the Mairamer in this para-infinite district. Precede as ordered.

IM: Navigational recalibration complete. I must question nevertheless. What good are these distant Moon Elves to the Empire?

EC: Regardless of their merethic nature, establishing first Tamrielic contact is vital, before the Sun Birds catch the worms first. The moon rests in the Empire of Stars.

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WARNING: Psychosomatic Interference Detected!

IM: Ouг ɭєpiɖ๏ptic sєnsors hǟve dɛteςted ǟ settʟeʍent abouȶ 168 kɨloքertaռs awǟʏ. We mɨɢht be ƈʟose.

EC: Mothship, your sleeve is scrambling. Reset your oneiric generators and prepare for a polypsychomorphic cleaning.

IM: Wԋat wαʂ tђat? C๏uɳcil ρleasҽ ɾepҽat.

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WARNING: Theopsychistic Levels are dangerously high. Unable to execute Code Cyan.

IM: ȶɦɛʀɛ ɨֆ ֆօʍɛօռɛ ǟքքʀօǟƈɦɨռɢ... օʀ ֆօʍɛȶɦɨռɢ... ɨȶ ɨֆ ɮʀɨɢɦȶ... աɦɨȶɛ... ռօ... ʀ̴̖̽ɛ̴̲̉ɖ̶͎̎.̴͉̈́.̶̝̈́.̸̚ͅ

DO NOT BE AFRAID.
FOR THEY ARE NOW ONE OF THE MANY.

YOU COME TO OUR FOREST UPON THE MOON.
YOU SEEK TO LOOK ONTO OUR MIRRORS.

WE ARE THE MAIRECHARYAI OF THE ONE AND EIGHTY THRONES.
WE ARE THE CHARIOTS OF THE GONE.
WE ARE THE EYES AROUND THE BURNING WHEEL.

OUR BEAUTY BLINDS THE MIND.
OUR EYES SPEAK OF STARS.
OUR LANGUAGE IS MUSIC.
OUR WING IS ILLUSION.
OUR HAND IS SICKLED.

WHEN THE YOUNG SUN SLEW HIM.
WE WERE KISSED BY HER BLOOD.
WHEN HE FLEW TO THE NIGHT.
WE ENTERED UNTO HER.

WE BRING DEATH TO LIVE.
WE MATE WITH CHAOS FOR PEACE.
WE CHANGE TO BRING STABILITY.
WE BREATHE LIES TO REACH TRUTH.

ALL RED ROADS ARE WALKED IN THE MIDDLE.
THE SPIRIT IS CHAINED BUT YOU FEAR ITS FREEDOM.
WE DO NOT.

HERE WE HOLD THE DUST IN OUR NOSES.
AND THE WORMS SPEAK TO US.
THE CRIMSON FOREST HOLDS YOUR SELF.
THE RUBY SEA IS YOUR DOUBT.
BE GLAD UPON THE LAND.
SEEK REVENGE UPON THE MOUNTAIN.

WE HOLD ILLUMINATION INSIDE OUR PALACE DOMES.
BUT YOU ARE NOT READY.
NO.
YOU ARE NOT READY.

DO NOT RETURN OR BE ONE OF THE MANY.

EC: ...
EC: Stellatemplar? Are you there? Please return to the sleeve.
EC: ...Hello?

[DrNightstone]

(Repost since the old images were broken, but it gives me the chance to update them)


"Moon Elves (Mairecheryai) are beings of myth, mystery, and misinterpretation. Very little is known about them to their pleasure. It is said that they are a race of bi-animori, nonbinary, agender elves who are more intuned with the metaphysical flesh of Aurbis than the mortal mandates of Mundus. And thus, can transform into various shapes. Illusion and song is their language, and their charismatic attraction is beyond any other. Of origin? Some say they were a clan of mer that clung to the flesh tossed into the void by Trinimac. Others say that they were a caste of entombers who come to care for the body of a dead god. Either way, best to keep clear of their white eyes, black worms, and golden bats."




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"The Serpents of Masser are ebondark, with shard-scales that reflect all heavenly lights. They are tamed by the Moon Elves with crimson staves grown within the sacred Ch'manemi Cul Caves."




"Rhufalezi-re-Alimerimil Niligal'fanim, High Priest of Their Glories, off on their bi-nightly walk to chart the cosmic harmonies in their celestial song-poems."




"The Tironi Wraiths are seen by the Mairameri to be one of the most majestic creatures and the totem of their culture. With their four golden bat-like wings, needle faces that host many eyes, and nine tails which sprout scarlet lotuses, they inspire beauty and terror. Rumours have it that they are simply the Moon Elves themselves in a different illusory form."

[Sips-Much-Tea]

Making excellent use of Midjourney, I see!

They actually came out pretty well, all things considered!

[DrNightstone]

It is too much fun. But also allows adding some colour to worldbuilding!