[selfish reasons that are now made pointless but he has new ones now??
there is a bit of a rueful smile.
What do you fight for?
a question that had no easy answer, at least not back then. now however...
despite his thoughts, he continues on casually enough.]
There are beings called spirits where I come from, but only in one isolated island. This was by design—a deity called Maxwell basically created a haven for them to protect from the outside. In my world, humans have a mana lobe in their brain that allows them to channel these spirits to use different artes—or spells and skills. Handy to help daily life, and spirits benefited from it as well. Humans produce the mana, spirits consume the mana, humans get to use the arte. So there was a type of cooperative symbiosis between humans and spirits.
Outside of this place, however, the concept of spirits was replaced by a different tool called spyrix. Rather than give mana, it basically duped the spirits into thinking they would get some, but instead they were destroyed upon activating the arte. But the notion that spirits actually existed had been forgotten since the separation two thousand years ago. We also lost the ability to use our mana lobes and forgot about everything about Maxwell and the spirits, except for in legends and beditme stories. But spirits also help the land, and basically that side of the world started to die off. Without another energy source, we were doomed. [yes, a "we" sneaks in there even though he had tried to keep himself unidentifiable as to which side he was on.] So after realizing that spirits did exist and this place Maxwell sealed off existed, plans were made to tap into the land that was once believed to be a legend.
The deity I mentioned was protecting the spirits and her duty was to destroy any spyrixes and any other threats that managed to cross over onto their side. So you had a group trying to take spirits to save their land with another group trying to protect spirits to preserve theirs.
[well that's a bit of an exposition piece. there's a small pause afterward before he tackles her next question.]
As for what I fight for... Back then, it was to get back home. But now it's to help figure out a way to help both sides to work together. There's a new energy solution that won't hurt the spirits and still allow those without mana lobes to channel and use artes, but it's still a work in progress. It'll be a while before it's completely accepted by both sides, especially spyrix users.
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selfish reasons that are now made pointless but he has new ones now??there is a bit of a rueful smile.
What do you fight for?
a question that had no easy answer, at least not back then. now however...
despite his thoughts, he continues on casually enough.]
There are beings called spirits where I come from, but only in one isolated island. This was by design—a deity called Maxwell basically created a haven for them to protect from the outside. In my world, humans have a mana lobe in their brain that allows them to channel these spirits to use different artes—or spells and skills. Handy to help daily life, and spirits benefited from it as well. Humans produce the mana, spirits consume the mana, humans get to use the arte. So there was a type of cooperative symbiosis between humans and spirits.
Outside of this place, however, the concept of spirits was replaced by a different tool called spyrix. Rather than give mana, it basically duped the spirits into thinking they would get some, but instead they were destroyed upon activating the arte. But the notion that spirits actually existed had been forgotten since the separation two thousand years ago. We also lost the ability to use our mana lobes and forgot about everything about Maxwell and the spirits, except for in legends and beditme stories. But spirits also help the land, and basically that side of the world started to die off. Without another energy source, we were doomed. [yes, a "we" sneaks in there even though he had tried to keep himself unidentifiable as to which side he was on.] So after realizing that spirits did exist and this place Maxwell sealed off existed, plans were made to tap into the land that was once believed to be a legend.
The deity I mentioned was protecting the spirits and her duty was to destroy any spyrixes and any other threats that managed to cross over onto their side. So you had a group trying to take spirits to save their land with another group trying to protect spirits to preserve theirs.
[well that's a bit of an exposition piece. there's a small pause afterward before he tackles her next question.]
As for what I fight for... Back then, it was to get back home. But now it's to help figure out a way to help both sides to work together. There's a new energy solution that won't hurt the spirits and still allow those without mana lobes to channel and use artes, but it's still a work in progress. It'll be a while before it's completely accepted by both sides, especially spyrix users.