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  Location: X-elia, Creator's Omniverse Description: A large temple found in unexplored forest of X-elia capital planet. Temple has entry and altar room above ground with an underground labyrinth of treasure rooms, libraries, and other special rooms underground. The underground area seems to reach through the planet's layers with little corrosion or decay. All passages are sealed with a puzzle and a cryptic message. Once the cryptic message is decoded, it provides information either about the puzzle or the area around the puzzle. Scholar's Information: According to the local information, this temple is called Tapmaka Tapmaca. It is one that predates the current civilization setup and the three before it. Since X-elian civilization keeps a great record of previous civilizations due to time-travel scholarship, we know that this temple was specifically built for the Creator and those who align with the Creator's mission. The cryptograms are enchanted and will be solved alo...

    It is one of the hardest things in life; dealing with the matters of the heart.      Normally, I save my blog posts for Saturdays. I have a few of them to catch up on and backdate, but they will be up within the next few days. But I needed to get this out of my journal pages and out of my head and my aching heart before I lose my mind. So consider this a sort of content warning for those who do not like to read this kind of stuff.  ~      The first hurdle was fifth grade.      The first time I truly desired to make my feelings known to someone else was as a child. I had a crush on someone who was much faster and stronger than I was. I wanted to express those feelings as a secret admirer. I hoped that with a tucked Valentine card under a student's desk chair, all would be acknowledged and life could go on. Heck, maybe I would have the first guy I actually wanted to be around as a boyfriend if he figured out who I was.  ...

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      The knowledge of the layers is forbidden to the students of the Klarion Academy. This knowledge -when found and recorded- must be kept in Klarion's "Holy of Holies," a section of forbidden only accessible to the headmaster of Klarion. ~     "Arthur! Arthur!" You call out to your friend as soon as a guarding golem rumbles pass you. "I know you are a blue robe, but this is ridiculous."      You see the flash of a blue robe in the shadow of a tree in front of you. "Oh, come on. You are such a yellow! Aren't you curious about who has been going in and out of the Holy of Holies, especially if it's not the headmaster?"     "Sure I am. But I know it's the headmaster's job to figure out, not ours!"     "So instead of tuning into your unique intellectual nature, you're just going to go back to your bed in the middle of the night and pretend nothing is happening?" You see a pale finger point up to the encha...

       She hears her name from the bartender out front. Probably telling her that her customer for the night is at the bar with his third drink and enough peanuts in him to make an elephant jealous. She fixes her lipstick and makes sure the mid-length black glitter dress hugs her waist more than her hips. She yells to the other girls to keep a watch on the area while she's gone. A chorus of half-hearted confirmation bathes her in indifference. She shrugs and walks out into the bar below to spot her customer.     Once again, it's another night for Sher. She always knew that her life was going to be a bit more on the mundane side of things. Her mother told that a long time ago as Sher watched her scrounge every last penny they had for the food and books they both needed. Her mother -in a vain attempt to get out of the mundane- studied at the nearby college so she could teach. Sher chose another path; one that seemed more exciting at first.     She s...