The nobles are the only ones allowed to use magic. They have their own magical traditions. They live in luxurious castles, keeping commoners as their unfortunate servants. Most of us commoners eke out a meagre living in our villages. But the forest, the mountains, the hills, they call to us and share with us their magic. And we learn the magic of the wild lands and of the commoners, and we teach each other the magic we know.

Songs from the amazing Amavikka religion and culture Fialleril made, set in the harsh desert sands of Tatooine and guarded closely by the slaves.

Fialleril can be found on Tumblr or AO3.

The world was murdered. The world will live again, will rise out from under its fetters. So will the people. In the meanwhile, the Yemars have magic. The Yemars have magic, and they have each other, and they have hope.

A collection of the lyrics I wrote. Lyrics about everything that matters to me. About everything that I yearn for desperately.

The story of how Depur stole the memory of the slaves, and how the people helped Ekkreth and each other to take it back.

---This story takes place in the Tatooine Slave Religion that Fialleril created. You can find Fialleril on Archive Of Our Own and Tumblr.

Nobody knows where the stories of Sheelo the prophet originated from. But everyone knows that they believe them. The stories are amazing, fantastical, inspiring, and so very empowering. And everyone knows that with Sheelo on their side, they are strong enough to stand up to those who have wealth and power.