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Ashmedai Sh'olmayim

While known as a Duskwight combatant of fearsome renown, Ashmedai is the name of a being of the void that has taken the form among the Spoken, to further his intentions for some plan that was left incomplete years ago. He spares no one in his ruthlessness

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Jeremy Unitt

Hello, fellow Anvilites! My name is Jeremy Unitt, and I joined this site mid-2019 to help work on my creative ventures and attempt to organize decades of work, starting from content I began to produce around 2002, into a sustainable business and creative endeavor. My passions for creativity found focus in various fields, and I've been creating numerous worlds for as long as I can remember. Around 2014 I got into a life situation that cost me dearly. And though I'm still around to show that even the hardest moments can achieve mastery with a little help and a little focus, I can't forget that I almost gave up this effort entirely. For years it took a lot just to get back into the drive. When I moved and settled into my place in 2018, I started feeling the drive to start my work in full. And I've been doing my best to compile and exercise my creative desires as best I can! It wasn't straightforward to do so working at my job at the time, but ideas continued formation, and I dutifully wrote them down, hoping to one day fill this page with all my desires and works that gathered over two decades of development. Then mid-March of 2020, the pandemic was announced. Shortly after, I received instruction I wouldn't be able to work at my job at the time to help flatten the curve, I have been home since, trying my very best to begin the steady process of publicizing and preparing my content for the public. I've opened a Patreon, a Ko-fi, and was working on developing a few tools to spread my work far and wide. Then May 25th, George Floyd was killed on the streets of Minneapolis, and I no longer felt like I could just sit back and do things for myself anymore. As it stands, the Essalim Collate, and it's design efforts by myself is going to simultaneously work to broadcast the voices ignored for so long, via my creative endeavors and the content I've designed. I aim to develop a creative industry where the fear of speaking up will not be a problem, and the ability to do so will exist in the form of the original worldbuilding development itself. A desire to promote open dialogue while exploring the many themes of fictional media in the world is my mission. I hope that anyone learning about this project for the first time will understand everything I do is with the intent to spread Love as best as I can! I'm not perfect, I know I've made my mistakes, but worldbuilding has been a constant for me for as long as I can remember. And one day, I hope that this work I've done will help push the future in a better direction than it has been, for our sakes and the sakes of the upcoming generations that will follow us! Feel free to ask me questions at any time, I'm very talkative and love to be able to share my designs and motivations behind it!

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Sun 20th Sep 2020 06:34

Learning a living

by Ashmedai Sh'olmayim

Following the strongest pull, I rode to a hidden oasis in the middle of the vast expanse of endless sands. The place was thick with the cloying moisture from the flowing spring, and I could smell - nay, feel - the air from the plants surrounding the body of water.

Here we dismounted and began to feed. The life energy of this area was burdensome, as unaccustomed to such large amounts of it I am.

And then I remembered. At least I feel that's what I can call it. I saw an image of my older home, nothing but the bare figments of light that danced around the endless colorless blur. And yet, I remember seeing every color, all colliding with each other in bright ribbons. It was a sort of brightness that muted itself with the inconsistence, playing in vibrations in the image I could see.

And then I looked past the image and saw the oasis as if that single design was pulling in just enough quantities of light to survive. Blues and warm oranges with just a touch of green and violet, winding itself into smaller and smaller lines from the infinite flood it originated from and weaving itself into every grain of sand below it.

My face felt wet. I suppose the vessel remembers something I do not. But a word I had seen in one of the mage's books flashed before me.

"Beauty."

And I could not disagree.

I shook just slightly as the realization took hold. I was learning as I attuned further to this land. I was getting closer to earning my place here.

I took a deep breath of the smell once more, allowing the senses to witness the experience. I had to take it in slowly, so much of it at once felt like submerging rather than immersing.

What I felt will be a treasured memory.

Ashmedai's Journal Ordered oldest to newest

Namedays in Darkness
11 Sep 2020 02:20:02

The cost of narrow view
12 Sep 2020 06:45:15

Shielding in the shadows
13 Sep 2020 06:50:52

A tune of intention
15 Sep 2020 06:55:26

Extant memories
16 Sep 2020 05:46:29

Solitude Ascension
17 Sep 2020 06:50:25

Waning Emergence
18 Sep 2020 04:13:57

Learning a living
20 Sep 2020 06:34:16

The major events and journals in Ashmedai's history, from the beginning to today.

Namedays in Darkness
The first thing one always starts with is a name. One that usually is a gift from parents to child, from generation to generation, a marker by which memory and activity can serve as a symbol. Me? I didn't experience this. One might say I can't describe my...
02:20 am - 11.09.2020

The cost of narrow view
After wandering the winding sands for a time I cannot count, I never thought feeling the heat drain my aether would be preferable to the experience I was dealing with right now. Some novice mage, having "sought the answers of the ancients," had recovered ...
06:45 pm - 12.09.2020

Shielding in the shadows
Perhaps a remnant of the previous occupant of this vessel induced my recklessness. I assumed I could have removed this irritant and take what I needed to be on my way. Little did I know the unfortunate mage had debt collectors on his tail. And recently, h...
06:50 pm - 13.09.2020

A tune of intention
Several days, according to the reckoning of this world, have passed since alert after the incident. I am no stranger to periods of inaction, but being surrounded by so much movement and quickness aggressively tests the fortitude of what I managed to grow ...
06:55 pm - 15.09.2020

Extant memories
When I was first beckoned to this world, I relished in the freedom from that blighted prison. I shared no portion of time to think, truly engage in my restoration, and then I lost it. Bound back into the endless night that torments with its caustic presen...
05:46 pm - 16.09.2020

Solitude Ascension
The commotion outside my place of hiding has died down, I believe they've come to assume that I have long since fled. This will give me time to probe the findings of that self-assured mage, as I had little opportunity to seek anything from his studies...
06:50 pm - 17.09.2020

Waning Emergence
The issue with the aether of the land, as most may take for granted, is how finite it is. Every request to twist the natural method of the world, every wish uttered in aid or defense. Every redirection made costs somewhere. The price can be minuscule, qui...
04:13 am - 18.09.2020