[Archivists' note: This publicized memospore has been translated to Basic from Kalmeris at the behest of its dreamer. Said dreamer has also requested the boot-up process be left alone and the terms for "homeworld", "Jedi", "Order", and "Temple" stay in Kalmeris. The verbidroids complied without hesitancy.]
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Fear not.
Quaternary; assuming alpha-beta-alpha; 36178-42195; 52.67832145
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ZERO-SUM VENTURE... RETURN TRUE... VERIFICATION 5
Cogitocode: The alarm of a brewing kettle of absinthe, below a window revealing a rainbow-flecked city; try to feel pleasure
ACCESS GRANTED RELEASING MEMOSPORE
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* FEAT knock {(XARXETENDRIL k14569) re:KALMR} ;
DRM.SLV.LOG [TENDRIL KNOCKED, STRINGFORM TAUT]
* FEAT letfly;
DRM.SLV.LOG [*TWANG*]
// KUL.DOM. NILIPRISM === AWAKE;
DRM.SLV.LOG [HALT: YOU ATTEMPING TO IMPREGNE THE LAWFUL DOMINION OF KAL-KALTMERETH. ARRAY KULDMATHS NOW OR SUFFER THE BEST TECHNIQUES]
* summing[0,8]array {Sn6k3, Dr6g0n, Wh6l3, M07h, F0x, B36r, W0lf, H6wk};
DRM.SLV.LOG [GREETINGS. HOW MAY I~WE BE OF SERVICE?]
* glyphcast [horripilator:v360 221]
toSHELL == GREAT ANUIEL;
DRM.SLV.LOG [YOUR WHIM IS MY PURPOSE…]
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May this dream be inscribed by 50.999999992% of Their datacortices in fractals.
To begin, a basic description of myself: I am now-Master Sendil ata Tsirelsyn 'cal Errinorne etcetera etcetera of the Jedik Noris. In the entry numbered two-hundred-six, I knowingly neglected my time on Our hamenirn, Nilcestumir. Although I willingly left when I could be considered barely even an adult, I still had a few years enough to remember most of everything. You and I will think of this entry as a session of trivia, a chance to learn things from the, to you, oldest Master of your Venator's noris. As this memospore is naturally linked to some of the highest of the Anuielectorate, I am restricted from speaking anything unnecessary or revealing. I need to watch my wording.
Starting off, I will begin with myself. I am a Kalmer born of Nilcestumir, the capital world of the Kalmeri Dominion, neighbor and ally to the Chiss Ascendancy. I am three-hundred-seven years old, having a lot of my Khynaster Steps spent willingly reclusive and confined to adas gardens, arcaneums, and sparring grounds which I self-dedicate to the Trinimacites. My most enjoyable hobbies are peaceful but incompatible with non-Kalmer asides from weapons collecting, historical archiving, among others. I was born in the area around Firsthold, the first known then-town-then-city-now-megalopolis to arise from our sundering. I was brought into a family of minor nobility which lives in a small estate in-between Firsthold and a clanhold called Hyanaire. I was around forty when I left for the Jedik Noris. Despite Their xenophobic and isolationist nature, the Kalmer of Corcaran, the region in which Firsthold lies, are constantly exposed to off-world trading and foreign interactions. Even my estate was next to a major road which leads to the ports and markets outside of the regional capital, so while we set crystalline lamps and dug terraces, mannoids and nu-mannoids and many other species would stop to observe in awe our gardens.
I had already written of my time in the Noris, but to summarize it here for the sake of consistency, I had a hard time like everyone else, with the Quarren heretics being the most troubling. One had once assaulted me solely for our schism all those years ago. I trudged through the rest of my years as an initiate until I graduated. Centuries of peace continued, no wars to be fought except for the occasional rogue warlord or pirate band, so instead I spent my time in their library. It is said to be the second largest repository of knowledge in the galaxy, and while I could say the libraries of Kalinor are massive, this one did seem infinite. I won't bore you with the rightful exaggerating but I was able to learn much about multiple species, cultures, the Jedi themselves, and even outside opinions of Us. Even after spending so long cooped up in and around the Adas, I couldn't bring myself to eat or wear much foreign foods and clothing. Just thinking about anybody else touching my things is enough to make my skin crawl, even now...
Nothing has changed much ever since my graduation, even during my time as a Knight and the prelude to Masterhood. I've learned how to be even more tolerant of alien races, those who would be put under in an instant by the more traditional Kalmer closer to Kalinor and Sunhold. The belief that We are superior, physically, spiritually, and magickally lingers despite its objectivity and can oftentimes make a presence. It isn't a problem or possesses the likeness of an illness, I have been able to "control" my wording better, though I will sometimes let my tongue loosen when there are a lack of consequential persons, just for teasing and for fun, of course. One thing I find myself concerned about is the wellbeing of one after meeting another Kalmer. I fight with mannoids to prove We aren't totally like what the rest of the galaxy say we are, even if it still is mostly true. Traditional as I am, I'd like my people to further receive the best economic deals possible. With the Clone War a-raging, it's quite difficult for even the therionauts of Kalinor to sell the Nenepalla's finest pearls... The empires of the Unknown hoard their own unique resources from us because a visiting commoner once held his nose in their presence or an Admiral preferred using his own clothe to theirs.
Our Dominion should be described more as a federation instead. Cloudrest's clan's first colony-world was Alt Cumean, Firsthold's was Merryn, Sunhold's was Magnaia, etcetera. Our relationship with the Chiss Ascendancy has been a rather pleasant and smooth one, though it's had a few bumps in the past. Usually over the matter of Chiss criminals and how many goods we should get, but each species' technological power has been a boon for one another. We show them how to create exotic arts, they show us how to build new voidships.
I don't believe I haven't said enough, but this has gone on long enough already, though I'm sure the fractals haven't even come close to shattering yet. I will now take this time to showcase the beauty of Nilcestumir in the face of civil unrest and the marring of our garden-world.
Corcaran
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These grand, wine-red rock spires and cliffs you see here make up the majority of the northern region of the island of Moridunon, better known as Corcaran, my home. Firsthold sits on the northwest tip, having a great history in playing as a key defensive structure, owing to its vast defenses and tourist industry. The king and queen have allowed the Ascendancy to set up their own port here as well. The machinations of the Great Orrery run through and betwixt these cliffs, proving alone the technological and religious might of the Kalmer.
Cirathel
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The salt flat of Cirathel sits on the southern portion of the isle of Moridunon, with the trade city of Velcadar in the center on an islet, continuing to produce the purest of salts, which the Chiss especially find delectable. In the dry season, the white sands are enough to cover entire ancient mausoleums until the monsoons begin hitting. These monsoons transform the flat into what seems like a giant mirror, which becomes a symbol of self-realization in Kalmer philosophy.
Miscurin Desert
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The sands of the Miscurin aren't really grains, but fragments of the bursts of the desert's large soulgems, which are in turn the results of the bursts from the largest of these soulgems, carved in ancient times by poet-architects to become the most powerful icon of Kalmer piety: The Crystal-Like-Law. Despite being a rather small wasteland, small satellite mausoleums surround the 'Law wherever they can, most of them owned by the most powerful clans in the entire Sector.
Nilcestumir
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I know what you're thinking, "Why is there a region with the same name as the planet?" The short answer is the same reason why the Kalinori Anuielectorate saw it fit to rename the home-isle after the capital city when they gained power over the Anuielectorate. Anything more and I'll have their justiciars trying to inconvenience me. Nevertheless, Nilcestumir is the most densely populated area in the Sector, earning this right due to millennia of careful carving and sculpting by its farmers, gardeners, and moravonds to become an area in which being able to tell where city ends and wilderness begins is impossible. An unknowable number of pristinely manicured flowers and trees turn the entire region into what looks like one singular garden. Working alongside the people are magickal emplacements which were foci for the terraforming efforts so long ago, now acting as beacons which emit otherworldly light for the sake of art and beauty. The capital of the Dominion, Kalinor, sits on the western banks, itself in the shape of a giant flower. The fortress-island of Nilstern sits off the coast, making any sort of assault from all directions but east nigh impossible.
[This post will be edited in the future to correct any mistakes, add and/or remove excerpts, and conduct any general tidying-up. Consider it in constant WIP.]
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