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Are all the uninterested people out of the room?



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Good.

Now, with that out of the way…

First things first: if you’re not familiar with the term ‘pure spec’, it basically means ‘pure speculation’ or ‘hypothesis’ or popularly ‘theory’.

Now the pure spec.

With Jordan having been drawn to Witchery in the past (with a touch of Blood Magic, Thaumcraft, and ArsMagica – hopefully he’ll notice Botania) it leads me to assume that his Ruxomorian counterpart, Spark Plug, must have been a very powerful Druid or Green Mage. With the Ruxomorian Ianite as his bride, Spark’s Druidic/Green Mage aptitude/power might have received an exponential boost… perhaps enough of a boost to raise an island from the sea and command the very forces of nature to build a city with just a few waves of his hands?

[Reminder that this is all pure spec, of course. I only say this because Dagrun and the island the city was once built on isn’t seen in the Witchery Spirit World, and the Spirit World is basically an untouched version of the map seed.]

If this above is true, just imagine the scene:

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It’s dark, save for the stars above and the full moon shining through the monument of the Scales of Justice floating high in the air.

Spark rises from his kneeling position, having just received a thank-you gift from his beloved Lady after showing her the small floating temple he had been building secretly for the past several months. He could feel the imparted portion of her immortal might coursing through his mortal veins, imbued with the touch of her approval and admiration.

“Well, now, my beloved admiral… what is going to be the first thing you will do with this boon I have granted you?” Ianite asks Spark in a playful, semi-joking tone.

Spark glances around, then smirks slightly as his eyes land on the empty ocean expanse just yonder. He pushes his green-rimmed shades higher up the bridge of his nose and replies simply: “Watch this.”

He strides to the ocean’s edge resolutely as he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, and with the same resolution, Spark effectively walks on the water until he is satisfied with the distance between himself and the shore. Stopping only to flash his Lady a genuine smile (with a hint of mischief) and to focus his newly received powers, Spark closes his eyes and raises his hands slowly, as if though he were a conductor about to lead an orchestra. A green aura starts to surround Spark while the very water surface he is standing on trembles, the ocean floor far below beginning to buckle, shift … and rise.

It was like that one scene in Fantasia’s ‘The Sorcerer’s Apprentice’: the waters were swirling and rising and curling around Spark as he forms the world around him to match the image in his mind. To Ianite, she can see the physical strain her courting beau was putting himself under, pushing the very limits of his new strength as he magically and willfully rips a new island out of the seabed and into existence.

Spark takes a very brief breather, and continues his masterwork before Ianite could call out for him to stop. He might have proved himself already, but why stop now?

Sand and rocks melt into fertile soil, grass and flowers immediately taking root, growing, and blooming all around Spark as larger stones seem to come to life and clamber over each other at his command, piling up to form walls and foundations. A forest of trees springs up in a heartbeat, with some of the mighty timbers willingly sacrificing themselves to further structure and detail the myriad buildings now rising to form the skyline of a small, rustic, but no less impressive port city overlooking the sea.

Finally, a majestic castle forms atop the highest point of the newly formed and seeded island, crowning the the new city’s skyline against the stars. Satisfied, Spark lowers his hands to calm the waters, and walks back to his fair lady, a bridge of sea stone forming under his feet as he approached. The expression on Spark’s face clearly showed that he had become weary from his exertion, but stronger was his grin of a suitor’s triumph. Taking Ianite’s hand in his left, he flourishes a gesture with his right toward the newly formed (but admittedly empty) city sitting serenely atop the ocean’s surface.

“Well, my lady…what do you think?”

Ianite first covered her mouth to stifle her shock and earlier objections, then rested her hand over her heart, smiling in utter sincerity. “It’s perfect.”

Spark glanced at his lady side-long over his green-rimmed shades, another glint of mischief in his eyes. “Almost perfect.”

He raised his hand again, and pulled an immaculate marble statue of Ianite out of the earth right next to them, the statue overlooking the city with a serene and loving gaze.

At last, satisfied, Spark quietly proclaims to his beloved: “Now it’s perfect.”

Ianite, overwhelmed, embraces her beau and plants on his lips a grateful kiss, then looks back toward the city with all the expectant joy of a newly-wed bride being carried over the threshold of her new home. “We could build a kingdom here… far from the destructive wiles of my brothers, where people are free to love and enjoy life…”

The goddess was so caught up in the moment that she fails to notice the slightly sorrowful tone in Spark’s voice as he agrees with her. “… to enjoy life… for as long as we live,” He tightens his part of the embrace. “… together.”

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[No wonder Ianite was won over when Spark had a city built for her, if this was true. Can’t expect it is, though.]

[As an aside, I would love to see this ficsnip illustrated in comic form one day. I’d do the drawing myself, but IRL stuff won’t leave me alone long enough to do the scene in my head justice.]

Thanks for indulging me, you happy lot. Glad to have gotten this out there and out of my head.

Have fun, be safe, stay awesome, and love always.