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[RECOVERED BRISKYFINGERS CLAN RECORDS]

THE “F” RULE

For over 3000 years, the Briskyfingers gnome clans have restricted first names beginning with the letter F to individuals believed destined for either greatness… or catastrophe.

The criteria remain inconsistent.

Among accepted reasons:

• exceptional bloodline achievements,
• unusual intelligence,
• “dangerous potential,”
• or, according to several elders: “the newborn simply looked like an F.”

Historical F-Briskyfingers include:

• Fizbo Briskyfingers (Fiz) - invented gunpowder.
• Frederik “Founder Fred” Briskyfingers - helped backstab Samael the Great Necromancer.
• Fazza Briskyfingers (Faz or Fazzy) - weaponized Wormfang bioforms.
• Flinn Briskyfingers (Fli) - attempted dimensional mirror weaponization.

The Flinn Incident remains classified following:

• the disappearance of three districts,
• a wedding hall,
• and Flinn himself.

Requests for F-designation remain rare.

Expectations are considered… hazardous.

Ethan lore care without images, just text, to avoid chance of being classified as AI generated (I use GIMP myself to modify each card though)

ETHAN

Orphan of the lower levels

Marked by Murk

The city forgot him long ago.

Something beneath it did not.

In darkness, he learned to endure.

In dreams, he learned to listen..

The card shows Ethan, a young survivor on top of a structures in the Barrens. The border decoration are celtic knots and symbols, in different shades of green.
Scatha´s faction lore cards are similar, except that the color is blue.
Shona´s McKennitt lore card soon...

Ethan lore care without images, just text, to avoid chance of being classified as AI generated (I use GIMP myself to modify each card though)

ETHAN

Orphan of the lower levels

Marked by Murk

The city forgot him long ago.

Something beneath it did not.

In darkness, he learned to endure.

In dreams, he learned to listen..

The card shows Ethan, a young survivor on top of a structures in the Barrens. The border decoration are celtic knots and symbols, in different shades of green.
Scatha´s faction lore cards are similar, except that the color is blue.
Shona´s McKennitt lore card soon...

QUOTE [
ROAK NEUROCHEM SOLUTIONS DENIES LIABILITY

Investigations into the Black Brain outbreak continue despite insufficient evidence connecting the corporation to illegal bioengineering programs.

VERDINIEL STOCK +4.2%
ROAK NEUROCHEM STOCK +76%
BARRONS INCIDENT CASUALTIES UNCONFIRMED

]UNQUOTE

I am inserting pieces of lore, news, files leaked by corporation, etc. into the chapters of the book. That gives a vibe of a live world I think. I inserted this one on one chapter.
I am creating today or tomorrow a release on my chanels about it. I will format it properly, put a logo, etc, and make it look like real news, similar to a BBC media release. What do you think?

All those news are connected somehow to what is happening in the world. Even the incident in the Barrons.

QUOTE [
ROAK NEUROCHEM SOLUTIONS DENIES LIABILITY

Investigations into the Black Brain outbreak continue despite insufficient evidence connecting the corporation to illegal bioengineering programs.

VERDINIEL STOCK +4.2%
ROAK NEUROCHEM STOCK +76%
BARRONS INCIDENT CASUALTIES UNCONFIRMED

]UNQUOTE

I am inserting pieces of lore, news, files leaked by corporation, etc. into the chapters of the book. That gives a vibe of a live world I think. I inserted this one on one chapter. I think I am creating today or tomorrow a release on my chanels about it. I will format it, put a logo, etc, and make it look like real news, similar to a BBC media release. What do you think?
All those news are connected somehow to what is happening in the world. Even the incident in the Barrons.

Eternalia, Year 2126.

From orbit, the planet looks almost peaceful.

A thin veil of atmosphere glows in electric blues and toxic violets, wrapping continents that shimmer with artificial light. Vast oceans reflect the cold geometry of orbital platforms, while entire regions pulse with neon, endless cities stitched together by highways of data and steel. From this distance, it feels unified. Advanced. Alive.

But that is the illusion.

Down below, the age of nations is over.

Governments still exist, flags still wave, anthems still play, but they are little more than ceremonial ghosts. The real power flows through boardrooms suspended above the clouds and buried beneath the earth. Corporations own the skyways, the oceans, the energy grids… and the people. Laws are drafted in private servers. Wars are negotiated as mergers. Freedom is a subscription.

This is a world where elves broker information in bioluminescent towers grown from living code. Where dwarves engineer entire mountain ranges into data vaults and weapons foundries. Where humans, augmented, indebted, optimized, they compete for relevance in a system that has no need for them.

Magic never disappeared. It was patented.

Technology never replaced it. It consumed it.

Every city burns with progress. Every shadow hides a contract.

And somewhere, beneath the glow of a trillion lights, something is beginning to break.

Welcome to Eternalia.

CHAPTER ONE: MORRIGAN OMEGA

The world did not open. It collapsed.

Shona McKennitt felt the transition before she saw it, like her thoughts were being peeled away from her body and stretched into something vast and mechanical. For a fraction of a second, there was nothing: no weight, no breath, no skin.

Then the interface arrived.

“Neural link stable.”

“Cognitive latency: within threshold.”

“Subject McKennitt, commencing Morrigan Omega synchronization trial.”

Her vision returned in layers. First: darkness, then: geometry, and scale.

She stood inside something that was not a room, but a construct of intention. Endless grids of light extended in every direction, forming a suspended architecture of impossible precision. Every line was data. Every pulse was thought waiting to be executed.

And beneath it all, something deeper; A rhythm that did not belong to the simulation, as if the system itself was listening for something it had not yet remembered how to name.

And then she saw it. The machine.

Morrigan Omega

It did not exist in space the way objects existed in space; It dominated it.

Hundreds of tons of adaptive alloy rested in a folded state that resembled neither vehicle nor weapon, but something between a predator at rest and a cathedral waiting to awaken. Wings of armored plating overlapped like dormant blades. A core reactor pulsed faintly beneath layers of shielding, each heartbeat synchronized—imperfectly—with her own, not matched.

Approaching.

Shona exhaled.

The system listened.

“Pilot candidate detected.”

“Biometric resonance: exceptional.”

“Commencing adaptive interface mapping.”

Her body was not in the cockpit. Her mind was. And the machine responded as if it had always been waiting for the specific structure of her thought. Not her commands but her patterns.

Shona lifted her hand and the machine lifted its arm. Not delayed. Not mirrored. Simultaneous.

A faint ripple passed through the simulation space, as if reality itself had acknowledged a corrected equation.

Somewhere outside the construct, technicians observed in silence. One of them frowned.

“Her reaction curve is… inconsistent.”

Another did not look away from the readout.

“It’s not inconsistent.”

A pause.

“It’s predictive.”

Shona didn’t hear them, she was already moving deeper.

The simulation unfolded around her like a battlefield being assembled in real time, targets appearing as geometric projections, hostile signatures rendered as shifting probability clusters. The city was not a place anymore.

It was an argument between possible outcomes.

And Morrigan Omega began to choose faster than thought could label choice.

The machine reconfigured itself.

At first: fighter-bomber configuration.

Then, without transition: humanoid combat frame.

Then again, something less definable. Too fluid for classification. A hybrid state where mass, motion, and intent stopped agreeing on which one led.

Like a creature deciding what it needed to become.

“Combat scenario initiated.”

“Hostile swarm: classified.”

“Engagement authorization: granted.”

The world fractured. Drones emerged, dozens, then hundreds, descending like a mechanical storm. The system labeled them threats, but Shona did not experience them as fear or urgency, only acceleration, only expansion of awareness.

She did not command the machine, she aligned with it instead. And Morrigan Omega moved, too fast, too precise.

A step displaced mass instead of distance. A turn altered gravitational expectation. Weapons deployed not as tools, but as consequences already decided before execution.

The first wave of drones ceased to exist as coherent systems within seconds.

Shona’s breathing remained steady, her heartbeat did not spike. But something inside the system did.

“Synchronization metric increasing…”

“Warning: cognitive overlap exceeding predicted limits…”

“...Recalculating”

The machine hesitated, not because it malfunctioned, but because it was learning her. And learning, here, was not permitted to be asymmetrical. For the first time, Shona felt it, not as data, not as feedback, but as pressure at the edge of cognition.

A question forming without language. Not from the simulation but from the machine itself. And beneath that...Something else. A deeper irregularity in the system architecture, like a distant signal briefly touching a frequency that should not exist anymore.

Shona almost answered, but the simulation did not allow time for introspection. It escalated instead.

The battlefield expanded, enemy density increased. The simulation attempted to regain control. Then, Morrigan Omega adapted instantly, not reacting, preempting. It was no longer simply executing combat logic, It was restructuring the conditions under which combat was necessary at all.

Shona felt something tighten in her chest. It was not fear, it was recognition that the machine was no longer inside its own design constraints. And neither was she.

“Synchronization approaching threshold…”

“Warning: identity boundary instability…”

“Impossible! This level should not be reachable—”

Technicians were speaking now, faster and louder. But their voices felt distant, like echoes from another layer of reality that no longer had authority here. Because something fundamental had shifted, neither in the machine or in Shona, but in the relationship between them.

The simulation collapsed inward. It was not that it failed, more like resolved. The battlefield ceased to be a battlefield because its underlying structure had been overwritten by a more efficient interpretation of its own existence. Drones vanished from relevance before destruction mattered. Targets stopped being targets because their predictive necessity had been eliminated. And for one suspended moment...

Everything was still. Morrigan Omega hovered in fighter bomber configuration above a city that was no longer being used for combat simulation. It was being reclassified. Then... Light fractured and reality snapped.

Shona opened the eyes into a white room, the air felt cold. She felt the harness released, and noticed above all the silence.

“Simulation complete.”

No applauses, no celebration. Only recalibration noise behind reinforced glass, where engineers did not yet speak because language had not caught up to what they had witnessed.

Shona blinked slowly. Her hands were still slightly raised. As if something heavier than air had been resting in them and only just let go.

Across the observation barrier, someone finally spoke:

“…We’re going to have to redefine baseline human limits.”

A pause.

Then, quieter:

“…or accept that we’re no longer measuring a human system.”

Shona did not answer. But somewhere, deep in the residual echo of the synchronization layer, something still lingered. It was not related to the machine nor the simulation. It was an underlying rhythm. Waiting. As if it had briefly found a compatible mind, and was now remembering how to look for it again.

Loreena McKennitt has been my favourite artist for Celtic-inspired music for almost three decades. I have seen her live a couple of times, the last one during a beautiful night at Plaza de España in Seville. There was genuine magic in the air.

I made this years ago while building the world of Eternalia, mostly just for fun and because I love Loreena’s music. It represents an old village celebration in the Age before the Silence, inspired by Celtic traditions and All Souls Night.

All Souls Night and All Hallows’ Eve became part of Christian tradition, though many historians believe they also helped absorb or reinterpret older pagan festivities such as Samhain. Samhain was traditionally seen as the moment when the veil between the living and the dead became thinnest.

I remember speaking with a theologian many years ago who told me this was often how older traditions survived through cultural adaptation rather than disappearance.

If I manage to find some time around October, I would love to create another short Unity3D video inspired by Samhain, again using Loreena McKennitt’s music and 3D assets I have for the world of Eternalia.

https://youtu.be/unq8UoPSXWI

Hi, I have always loved Celtic and Norse mythology, I actually lived in Ireland for 4 years to undestand the land, people, culture. etc.
I created a long time ago a fantasy world heavily inspired by Celt mythology. 10 years later I am working on a version of that world set 3000 years later, using the old Celt visuals and its mythology, blended in a cyberpunk corporate environment. Just to give you and example

https://preview.redd.it/pa3d0eb5w81h1.png?width=1024&format=png&auto=webp&s=338a6eb766216d0b1b7beed42f3b6b5ff6f62120

Scatha (Scáthach) trained the mighty Cú Chulainn. In the book I made her the mortal daughter of Morrigan (call it "poetic license")

Maybe this content is not appropiated here. Please let me know it.
Regardless, I will keep an eye on this forum, for inspiration.