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Ten years of expectation come to head Upon this desert valley high and dry. The morning sun still climbs into the air While whispy clouds mar the perfect sky. The chairs have been set up with hour to spare The blanket sheet upon the grass weighed down Thermos of coffee held in hands with care The land with quiet excitement buzzing sound. The hour did pass without a note event: Strangers by the road discussing life, Timers counting to C1 near spent As excitement levels start to rise. Glasses on and peer up to the sun To spy the moon encroaching on his disk. Like a curtain drawn, eclipse begun: A darkened corner biting into Sol. An hour pas

Immortality enabled turtling. 'Turtling' is an old word from real-time strategy video games -- games in which the player controls an entire army, usually with resource-gathering units and production facilities. 'Rushing' is when the player focuses energy and resources on building lots of low-cost combat units at the beginning of the game hoping to catch their enemy unprepared. Turtling is devoting the early game to defense and economy. If you can make your base impenetrable, you can build more resource-gathering units, which allow you to build more resource-gathering units, until you vastly out-produce your opponent. Rushers can win the sho

She hadn't the heart to tell him, bit it's likely he already knew. He had to know. In those books, those old tomes of a long-gone age, they had to mention, or at the very least imply, the truth. "Can we put on some music?" His question caught her by surprise. The rhythmic thud of her ceramic knife on the cutting-board had lulled her into a sort of trance; she hadn't heard him put down his books, or come into the kitchen. "What's that, honey?" "Maybe the Easter song?" She smiled, set down the knife, brushed her hands off on her apron. "Alright, but turn up the volume so I can hear, too." She watched the care with which he picked up the old

Delenish music developed along two discrete paths, which are known as "Singing" and "Dancing." Singing music is the oldest by centuries, and is centered around the ideas of ordered chaos and fluid motion. The Delenish were steeped in a world of ordered chaos. They built bricks out of mobile sand, they tamed water, and cultivated rich gardens inside an otherwise inhospitable desert. Thus it's natural these themes followed into their arts. The first true composer was Hatim al-Jabir, born -517 (Delenish Calendar), whose became a travelling minstrel. His notes were only discovered after his death in -474, and those who'd heard his songs managed

The timekeeping used in Satranil is taken directly from that of the land of Dereii, where it has been in use for close to four centuries. The Delenish people were masters of astronomy, since their earliest histories had noticed that not only was the Earth spherical in shape, it seemed to orbit the sun. The initial measurements which had confirmed these facts were taken before records were kept, and thus are lost to time. However, those discoveries linger on in the 13-month calendar. Although the moon only makes 12 complete phases over the course of a year, the Delenish, understanding the difference between solar and sidereal periods, underst

The Land of Deleii is a vast desert covering roughly 150,000 square miles, positioned hundreds of kilometers inland. It’s named after the ‘Field of Obsidian’ (Deleii is the Delenish word for obsidian), a shallow cone of obsidian, a 35,000 square miles in area. A couple dozen cities dot the desert, the oldest of which were build at the edge of the Field of Obsidian, which set the precedent for using obsidian blocks as building material. Initially the blocks were cut directly out of the field, but as Delenish technology progressed they developed methods of melting sand into shaped bricks, and in this manner the majority of ci

High in the mountains of Daihan our home The Kosheki armies, surrounding, they come Emperor Tsyukal was sat on the throne Zen'shen, in humans, was looking to drown "Lau, King of Koshek lands Come no farther, stay your hand! We'll stay to the end; Protecting our people, our eternal stand!" Draw all the people into Daihan's walls Keep them away from the seiging death calls Hear us, oh Sanawan, Stand pure and tall Save us from terrors of this warring squall. "Tsyukal, Tseenish pig: Drop your knives, this we sing Your death we shall ring! Please burrow in! It's your own graves you dig!" The army flew outside to met them in war Allowing the Em

“Hey, Bob, I brought you some … you okay?” “Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just thinking? Thanks for the tea!” “You're welcome. Thinking about what?” “How beautiful Spring is. Even with allergies. All the trees exploding in flowers....” “It is pretty pretty.” “Particularly pretty this year, I think. Though, I think that every year, so my word might be faulty. It's a shame we only get to see a limited number.” “Hmm?” “The number of Springs we'll see. It's finite.” “Who knows: we might invent immortality within our lifetimes.” “I guess. Still