Miscellaneous Lore Post (Patreon)

• We, from Her womb

Who are we to Her? Are we Her last children, left to sorrow for our Allmother in the world that should be filled with bliss? Are we the echoes of long dead civilizations, corrupted and consumed by the Serpent in its path, but reborn anew by Her Light? Or are we Her last and most prefect creation, in body and mind beautiful alike Her, made to be wardens of the most Envious and malignant creature in all existences? After centuries of questioning we hear only silence.

Yet, we exist – and we are grateful to Her for that; She gave us alluring bodies – and we are grateful to Her for that too; she gave us free passionate will – and we are grateful to Her for that again... and so we choose. We choose to be sentinels of Her resting Gorgeous Body and sleeping Joyful Spirit. And whether She wanted it or not, we took to bear Her duties in this world while She is gone: we choose to be the Knights of Creation against the Perpetual Devourer. And we do so in Her name... In Her Light.

• Eight Sacred Tribes

Exalted by Her Aspects, perfected in her Gorgeousness, and as Joyful in spirit. Eight Sacred Tribes, Most beloved and preeminent of Her children, revered by sistren, ushered by Angels.

Some believe that the Exaltation could be foretold beforehand: Eight Sacred tribes were already chosen when first born thousands years ago, why else their history was always bright and exceptional, while population was growing disproportionately and rapidly compared to others. Some believe The Exaltation itself happened the first day Tribes come forth from Her womb; Her Aspects lived among us for thousands of years until decided to reveal themselves, hidden careless of our folly, or served to as Queens and Empresses thought to be most sexiest and hottest, or designing miracles as we believed them to be just greatest Engifted of their time. Some other believe that Meora was testing Her children through Age of Crumbling, and Aspects were truly earned through devotion to Her Light: by rejection of Serpent’s temptation, by praising aesthetics of body and artistry of mind – and so at the Exaltation Day She blessed those most deservest and admired by Her and by other sisters .

Regardless, today Eight Sacred Tribes are bearers of Her Will and bringer of Her Light. With vivid ardor and fervor of Her Aspects in their mind to burn envious ugliness, with radiant beauty and seduction of their bodies to enrage the hungry darkness. Be they Gorgeous and Joyful forever, all carriers of Her Aspect, the most glorious of us!

• Subservient Tribes

Beside Eight Sacred Tribes there are twenty four lesser ones, who were not sublime enough to bear Her Aspects when the time of Exaltation has come, but still grateful to be Her children and be sisters to the sacred ones.

When first Angels were begotten: Angles said to aspectless tribes “Serve”, and so we knelt and served. And so twenty four tribes pledge their service, and service of their children, and service of their descendants. Pledging their service twice: in the name of chosen Aspects, and in the name of Allmother Meora – Gorgeous and Joyful.

We not understands how exactly First Angels decided to apportion subservient Tribes between each others, nor should we really care and question – but be only greatful. Some are physically similar to a Sacred Tribes they serve, some are mentally, some to to each other and not to their sovereigns. Regardless, we are twice glad to be servants in two names.

• Extinct Tribes

From Hamuns – begone after crusades of the Hegemony, to the Giants – quietly succumbed on Cursed Islands. Forever lost and outright perished. Age of Crumbling stole Her children, our sistren, because of nature, because of gnawing Envasions, because of our stupidity, and we still don’t know how many. Just last decade remains of two unknown tribes were found in recently discovered tunnels deep under the Sea of Birth, presumably drowned in Her tears like other extinct tribes of that time: when earth, they founded first settlements on, crumbled and took them all into the sea depths.

Right now we know that at least fifty Two tribes were born… and twenty of them are… must be mourned by us, who still live. It is our promise to Meora, our mother, to not let her cry again from sorrow, but only from bliss – and so we should not perish, but prosper and reproduce, so she feel only merriment after seeing children of her children.

• Tribiology

One of the most important sciences in our multirtibal world, which sustain stable Meority, is the merging knowledge of Health, Medicine and Psychology to a single science of Tribiology. From Chemical restrictions and diet distinction to natural viruses and bacteria transmissions; from mental compatibility to behavioral conflicts. Understanding of biological differences of such massive tribe variety, their psychological and physical everyday interaction with each other, prevents disasters of extensive levels.

• Intertribal maternity

Love between members of two different tribes is not uncommon, and for some of them too it is possible to conceive a child. Though it is requires a tremendous luck under special circumstance, but child is always be of Mother’s tribe.

It all comes down to the Gift of Creation, bestowed to us by our Joyful and Gorgeous: the greater mother’s Gift, the greater her love for her partner and passion for their future progeny – the greater chance for successful conception. Exceptional vitality of Engifted readies mother’s egg for unnatural fertilization, and subjugation of reality radiating from withing her transforms othertribe haploid to a more suitable kind, allowing two incompatible gametes to unite.

Futher’s action barely affect the result, be she Engifted or not.

It is safe to tell that no fundamental biological changes or complication happen with intertribal children in general, there are no known chronic or mortal diseases and illnesses besides othertribe children of Mawl futhers, who have a chance to be born with Cyan Rot,

Long Multi-generational Intertribal maternity is also not explored, but the exceedingly notable and tremendously reassuring example would are Bonfure-Terfar, Tofar royal family of the Realms of Bosom: after more than a thousand years of Diarchy breeding with Medali family of Mawls they did not degrade physically nor mentally, the only changes are color of their fur, which today is silver with blue shadow, and no more cases of Cyan Rot in centuries.