Metallurgy in Nightfall: Skysteel

In my previous entry I mentioned skysteel.  Perhaps you are, oh king, already aware of it, but since I believe that none of your own ancestral weapons weapons are forged of it (if I remember the latest intelligence our people have on your own kingdom), it may be worth a few lines to explain it.

Skysteel is so named because the ore from which it is forged falls, not surprisingly, from the sky in a blazing ball of fire.  I believe that the astronomers still argue about where it actually comes from–are they pieces of another world or simply fragments from rock from the Void left over from creation?  In any case, much of the stone in which the metal is encased is burned up by the fireball, leaving blobs of black and grayish metal.  I don’t know if it is the high temperatures in the fireball or if the metal is something else entirely, but weapons created from skysteel are unique.  They are far stronger and lighter than regular steel and, according to my sources, can take on much more of an enchantment.

Skysteel weapons are so rare because skysteel is so rare.  It is unusual to find more than a few pebbles at a time, and a handful can take years of travel to assemble.  The starsisters, though, seem the be able to now harvest it almost at will.  I don’t know if their mother, Hai’Lyn, sends it to them or if they have some way of attracting it, but since I have begun traveling under the Twilight (this trip started a fortnight ago) I have seen regular fireballs streaking across the stars, sometimes at a rate of several an hour.  From my window, I have seen two pass by in the distance since I sat down to pen this entry.

Always, their direction is the same:  I reckon them to be heading towards Anhilarya’s City of Hammerforge.  It should take no great amount of imagination to divine to what use she will put it–I fear that your armies will face the results of her labors someday.

The Importance of Tea

As I have traveled through Nightfall, I have noticed that, despite the most vigorous efforts of the starsisters, the culture of the Empire of the Sun has still survived in places.  Given, you see very little of it openly practiced in the Twilight, but in the sunlit lands that have fallen under the political thrall of Nightfall but have not yet been reached by the darkness, you see more of it.

One of the most common hold overs from times gone by is the people’s use of tea.  Tea was once one of the main exports of the Empire, and its own people drank it by the riverful.  it is still exported today–albeit in reduced quantities because of the devastation wrecked by the Twilight–but its use is completely banned within Nightfall.  I suppose the starsisters think it would serve as a comforting reminder of a better life in a different age, and so while they will sell it other gladly, they are somewhat less glad to have it circulating amongst their occupied territories.

That is probably also why I think more tea is poured into more throats today than it ever was while the Empire reigned.  The people are simply more discrete about it.  In the sunlit lands, they serve tea at every private dinner and, if you are lucky, before bed each night.  

In the Twilight, it is more difficult to come by–but still not impossible.  I have found that there are secret tea houses operating in virtually every major city on the continent.  I once passed a fine evening in a small tea room virtually on the very doorstep of Ahilisha’s spire in the City of Glorious Twilight.  In all parts, the ancient tea ceremonies (there are several, I believe) are still held in high regard.

Personally, I have come to prefer the savory flavor of the gudaara leaf, with its almost golden hue.  If you are in the mood for something darker with more kick, I would suggest the highly prized Ooilo from the southwestern provinces.  If your Majesty would like to try it, you would be well advised to purchase as much as your stockrooms can hold.  The Twilight is almost upon that region.

The Twilight of Nightfall

The Twilight:  It is a topic that I will need to revisit several times before I can even begin to do it justice.  I don’t know that I can ever really succeed.  The Twilight of  Nightfall is like nothing the world of Khumkato has ever seen.  It defies all natural law.  It is intangible, overpowering, sinister, and unstoppable.  And I do not impress easily.

The Twilight is some form of perpetual, creeping night that devours all natural light with which it comes into contact.  It seems to be centered on the towers that the starsisters create in the various parts of Nightfall, most strongly around the towers the sisters themselves occupy.  I would try to say that the towers “generate” the Twilight, but how do you create nothingness?  It is as if there is a massive hole pierced through the daylight, revealing the perpetual nighttime of the darkspace beyond.  In the locations where it is “thickest” (I must find a better word for it) it is just as if you were walking through a cold moonless night, staring up through the murky blackness toward strange constellations, even if you know that only a few miles away, it is a completely warm and sunny day.

Traveling into any one of the cities is an unnerving prospect as one passes through the edges of the Twilight into its heart.  The sky seems to “set” as it would during a normal night, no matter what time of day it is.  The idea of “geographical” night takes some work to adjust to.  If one approaches at night, one can pass entirely inside its borders without ever realizing there was a transition.  

The Twilight is at times beautiful and is always mysterious.  There is something comforting in it–at the beginning at least–the feeling of absolute solitude, privacy, and protection.  Therein lies its greatest danger.  The Twilight is also patient.  It corrupts its victims slowly, so slowly that most do not even know that they are changing.  Animals are warped into disfigured shadows of their former selves.  The only plants that seem to thrive are kinds of moss and lichen alien to Khumkato, some of which grow to be the size of large trees and reproduce at an alarming rate.  The people, too, gradually fade from their normal honey brown skin tone to a pale, sickly white.  Left untreated, their bodies become hunched, lean, and used up.  They come to hate the sun and believe it to be deadly to them.  Their diet changes from healthy foods to the mosses and lichens, and some have even been know to resort to cannibalism.

Only regular participation in the rituals of the Cult of the Starsisters seems to affect the transformation, allowing the people living in the Twilight to maintain a semblance of humanity–those who display the most radical devotion to the sisters seem to suffer the least.

I do not  know whether starsisters are the cause of Twilight or if they simply feed off of it.  Perhaps it is both.  They are extending it, however.  As they use up one husk body after another, they push the boundaries of the Twilight farther and farther by ensconcing husks in smaller towers on the borders of their realm.  More than half the continent now lies in the perpetual darkness of Nightfall, while the starsisters exploit the rest to supply food for the large portions of the population (and their thrall armies) that still depend on human food.  This is a slow way to conquer a world, but the Twilight is irresistible, and immortals can afford to be patient.

The Starsisters

The seven starsisters, under their mother Hai’lyn, are the ruling powers behind the nation of Nightfall and the center of the Cult of the Starsisters to which all are forced to pay homage.  They are incredibly powerful mystical beings that, according to the peasants’ legends, descended to our world of Khumkato from the outer darkness more than seven generations ago. They are said to be the living representations of the stars in the constellation of the serpent, where Hai’lyn allegedly resides.  While no one has ever seen their mother and some doubt her existence, the sisters are clearly very real and their strength grows steadily with the corruption they spread.  They are subduing this entire continent.

While I know that there are seven sisters, I have only been able to identify and locate five of them in the portions of Nightfall that are contained in the former Empire of the Sun.   (I would suggest that your majesty consider further expeditions to locate the remaining two.)  They are   Anhilisha, Anhilynya, Anhilerya, Anhilysha, and Anhilarya.   Apparently Hai’lyn likes to do things in groups and isn’t very creative with her naming.  Each of the starsisters will be treated to a separate entry in this compendium as I compile information on them.

From what I have been able to ascertain, the starsisters are not physical/corporeal in any real sense of the word.  They are very powerful spirits of some kind, and they possess the bodies of mortals to interact with and rule their physical realms here on Khumkato.  Their energies burn through the individual’s body, leaving behind a mindless husk that obeys their commands and seems to be able to manipulate the darkness of the twilight.  Thus the twilight is spread and maintained, even in places where the starsisters are not present.  I have seen one of Anhilisha’s ceremonies of transition.  It was…disturbing.

Each of the starsisters maintains control of a different section of Nightfall, living in a tower that burns with a brilliant white light at it’s peak.  Usually, the tower sits at the center of their ever-expanding district, and they sometimes have constructed newer abodes as the center of their twilight shifts and moves with time.  They are nearly always to be found in the darkest parts where the destruction of the corruption is at its worst.  Their cities all have grandiose, almost ceremonial, names such as the “City of Glorious Twilight,” the seat of Anhilisha’s district.  While marvels of engineering and planning at their center, the cities’ outer regions are dirty and chaotic.  They are universally dangerous places to be no matter where you happen to be inside them, and the mara haunt the grounds surrounding the towers.

The starsisters are very different from one another in terms of personality and style of rule, though they all share a love for cruelty, sadism, and murder.