The Grey Pixies
In the northeastern expanse of the Silverwood Lands, a mysterious archipelago known as the Misty Song Islands stands shrouded in isolation. For centuries, this realm has remained concealed from the wider world, its shores ensnared by perilous currents and formidable reefs. It is here that ancient tales speak of Matilda, daughter of Achae, goddess of Desire, who once sought respite and indulgence among mortal beings. Legend recounts her final visit to these isles before she descended into an everlasting slumber in a mosolet, a dreamer's sanctuary erected to cradle her eternal rest.
The denizens of the Misty Song Islands have dedicated their lives to preserving the memory of their goddess and upholding her teachings. Cloaked in an aura of exotic allure, they are often regarded as beings driven by insatiable desires—a rare instance where myth intertwines with reality. Over the ages, their appearance has metamorphosed, mirroring the very essence of their divine matron. These islanders, both masterful artisans and fervent disciples, ardently safeguard their deity's legacy, exporting their masterpieces to every corner of the Cradle of Stars.
The bulk of their creations takes the form of written works chronicling intimate pleasures and tangible artifacts catering to suppressed desires, defying the doctrines of rigid and implacably intolerant religious authorities. Consequently, in the Silverwood Lands, these artifacts meet with disapproval and scorn from a substantial portion of the population. In contrast, within the realm of Avan'Wanor, the mere possession or use of such treasures can invite public condemnation, ignominy, or even the specter of death. Remarkably, these prohibitions have done little to quell the insatiable demand for these items. It is as though Matilda's subtle machinations are spreading throughout Sienne like wildfire. Whether these desires, ablaze at the farthest reaches of the Cradle of Stars, possess the potency to awaken the dormant beauty is a tale of its own, one woven with anticipation and uncertainty.
The denizens of the Misty Song Islands have dedicated their lives to preserving the memory of their goddess and upholding her teachings. Cloaked in an aura of exotic allure, they are often regarded as beings driven by insatiable desires—a rare instance where myth intertwines with reality. Over the ages, their appearance has metamorphosed, mirroring the very essence of their divine matron. These islanders, both masterful artisans and fervent disciples, ardently safeguard their deity's legacy, exporting their masterpieces to every corner of the Cradle of Stars.
The bulk of their creations takes the form of written works chronicling intimate pleasures and tangible artifacts catering to suppressed desires, defying the doctrines of rigid and implacably intolerant religious authorities. Consequently, in the Silverwood Lands, these artifacts meet with disapproval and scorn from a substantial portion of the population. In contrast, within the realm of Avan'Wanor, the mere possession or use of such treasures can invite public condemnation, ignominy, or even the specter of death. Remarkably, these prohibitions have done little to quell the insatiable demand for these items. It is as though Matilda's subtle machinations are spreading throughout Sienne like wildfire. Whether these desires, ablaze at the farthest reaches of the Cradle of Stars, possess the potency to awaken the dormant beauty is a tale of its own, one woven with anticipation and uncertainty.
Far to the north, across the frozen shores and cold waters beyond Fort Valiant, lies a primitive people, the so called Grey Pixies. Inherited from ancient pagan practices and the cult of Matilda, its inhabitants live far from civilization and the purity of the Sun.
Distinguished by an uncommon penchant for debauchery and perversion, they have chosen to renounce their humanity and indulge in debauchery and barbaric edonism. Their malevolent influence is felt even in our nation. Although forbidden, the demonic artifacts coming from these remote places seem to be ever more present. Licentious and particularly graphic literature, obscene clothing, ityphallic appendages, amulets and so-called aphrodisiac charms, there are countless ways in which these people try to harm our kind.
It would seem that it is the matter used by these peerless craftsmen, with inhuman talent, undoubtedly because of an obscure pact, which would lead our fellow citizens to practice such ignominies. By a clever assembly of exotic engraved shells and leather with an indescribable texture both soft and extensible, its artifacts seem to be endowed with life and a part of the evil spirits that created them.
Fortunately, for many years, the Church has been responding firmly to these repeated attacks on our folks and their purity. In addition to the autodaphies and seizures, it would be highly advisable to fight for good against this influence of the Northern Lands that tries to corrupt our souls. I implore you, my fellow comrades, in these dark times, let us convene the conclave and take drastic action against this corruption that is growing day by day and poisoning the soul of our nation.
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