The store's storyline will be done in monthly installations, much like a comic format.
✖✖BACKSTORY
I don't feel like changing this from the chatlog so READ ALL THIS JUNK YOU JERK
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Not Zilon: So, BC.
Macrocosm says: :3?
Not Zilon: ...I have accidently written the best creation myth ever.
Macrocosm says: ... Really!
Not Zilon: Short version: eternal omnipotent being decides to spend her divinity watching the rest of the cosmos like one big soap opera, jetting around on her ethereal god-island between worlds and dimensions as she got bored between shows. However, this eventually wasn't enough for her and like a fan of basically everything ever, she wanted to CREATE HER OWN s**t
Not Zilon: So she starts shaping her little island, makin' mountains and trees and little people to have stories with
Not Zilon: Then she figures out shiiiiit I don't know how to make souls these are basically autonomatons this isn't going to be very interesting if there's no surprises.
Not Zilon: So she just starts slamming her island into boats at sea, absorbing the souls of the dead seaferrers, and stickin' them into the bodies she made.
Macrocosm says: pfff
Macrocosm says: Nice.
Not Zilon: SUPER TWIST ENDING some people don't get absorbed, the island ends up being some crazy mash-up of world cultures and technologies from all over the goddamn place
Not Zilon: The best part is I went into this writing her as this serious character
Not Zilon: She had been serious since her conception like a year ago
Not Zilon: And now she's some sort of deranged fangirl on a phasing island motorbike
Macrocosm says: It's much better this way.
Not Zilon: It is
✖✖NPCS
Rupert Thornrose: A gentleman, biologist, world historian, and (once) wealthy eccentric, Rupert arrived on Brigadoon after his ship crew mutinied on him and threw him overboard. By some strike of luck (good or bad, depending on how you see it) Rupert washed up on the shores of Brigadoon. While he finds the island absolutely fascinating from a scientific standpoint, he yearns to return to his own time and place, refusing to acknowledge the relative impossibility of the matter. He's somewhat genre-savvy and actually speaks up about Flidais being a jerkward god.
Flidais: According to her worshippers, she is a goddess of natural order and beauty, the matron deity of Brigadoon, whose personality and actions can seem cold and detached due to her "survival of the fittest" philosophy. In reality, Flidais is kind of a jerk with a short attention span who ignores problems because drama makes for better entertainment. Though she acts more like a small child with dolls than an actual deity, she does honestly care for her children (more or less) even if she has to steal the souls to make them. As a shape shifter, she is rarely seen or known of in any true form.
Ossian: Flidais's self-titled champion, Ossian is a warrior-poet who has taken himself to be the protector of the shifting island of Brigadoon. He is usually the first resident newcomers meet, though he isn't the best welcoming crew - he tends to draw his sword or bow before any pleasantries are exchanged. While he is extremely serious about his self-imposed duties, the island's eternal time frame has left him forever 16, mentally and physically - meaning his own immaturity often gets in the way of his well-meaning deeds. His own special moral code causes him to clash with Rupert quite often, but he otherwise tries to take care of the newcomer.
Ailill: A high priestess doe with a masochistic bent to her methods, due to having a conflicting guardian memory who frequently possesses her body. While she initially appears sweet (Ail), she will cheerfully hand out condemnations and punishments to any who cross her (and according to her, the goddess's) path(Ill). As a high priestess, she is an avatar for Flidais, and takes care of young dryad who came directly from the goddess at her temple. She dislikes Rupert's atheism and is very suspicious of him.