Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rift
Bio
Hey there! My name is Austin, I'm a writer who strives for inclusion and representation in all of my work! My primary focus in writing is my fantasy world of Rhyonis, find more at rhyonisrr.com, including world lore, maps, and art pieces!
Stories (22/0)
Holista and the Sun-Dust Field
Column after column of green smeared across the canvas of the day as Holista Lightwing flew through the emerald sunlight. Pedestrians milling about their day pointed and called after her, giggling with all the whimsy natural to a child of the Fey Forest. Though accustomed to their jeers, the young changeling never tired of the crowing calls. Her paint brush ran verdant streaks everywhere she looked; above, green, ahead, green, behind, green, below, green! Always green in the morning and day hours as the sun dripped through the canopy ceiling that was her sky.
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rift26 days ago in Fiction
The Great Wolf Moons
Not caught up yet? Check out Session Nine: The Wardens of Kyah here! A pair of young men look up to the infinite expanse of twinkling lights within the swirling colorscape of Rhyonian Space; an utterly endless world locked above the one they called home, always within sight, always beyond reach. Their lives had been long lived, tenuous and trying, in their couple decades, but as they clasped hands and watched the Zardons dance in each other's eyes, they knew no other time than the present, longed for nothing more than that moment eternal.
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Riftabout a month ago in Fiction
Familiar
My master was a kind soul till they found the favor of their patron. Twas a fey being, a whimsical entity with a penchant for chaos, that took a romantic interest in the man known as Kollin and my master. For I was his familiar, an extension of his consciousness in the form of whatever he so desires, and more often than not, I was summoned as a squirrel, as I am now.
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rift2 months ago in Fiction
The Wardens of Kyah
Not caught up yet? Click here for Session Eight: Relaquence and the Isles of Taerys! Far off in the distance, away from civility in the classical sense, the telltale rattling peel of thunder echoes the crashing roar of dark and treacherous waters. Blinding lightning flashes above, as tumultuous waves crash below, searing visions of violently flailing limbs, tentacles the size of mountains, into reality as they breach the surface of the Continental Sea. As brief as they exist in sight, they combat the screeching crests fighting to tear the thunderous lightning clouds beneath the water, bound to the darkness ended only briefly by their quarry. Creatures of all sorts were swarming here, wildly against any nature of their own or magical reasoning. It was a warzone of confusion in this gathering storm, above and below, thunder and wave, bouncing back and forth like bellowing laughter as their creator rallied His forces for freedom.
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rift3 months ago in Fiction
The Mistress’ Ring
I was broken from the moment He touched her. Or was it she that touched Him? Was it that point of contact between her golden finger which I adorned? Was it His burning flesh that melted the alabaster lotus woven from silver across the platinum band? Was it her uninhibited caress which shattered the sapphire dewdrops across the metallic petals? Was it my tears that turned to smoke and ran to bleed as rubies? All of myself, at once, broke to dust between their magnetic connection and the fragments cascaded to dampen the soil which felt the deepest heartache within me as I bore witness to my love becoming His Mistress.
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rift3 months ago in Fiction
The Skeletal Wood
Just over the army of frozen soldiers that were the petrified trees of the Skeletal Wood, glowing eyes, wise and ancient as time and life itself, loomed like twin suns on the horizon. Beneath their gaze, a summer breeze rolled as their possessor exhaled a gale that kicked up snow in flurries that clung to one another; ballroom dancers waltzing across a glittering powdered floor. It was funny, in a bone chilling sense that trickled down the spine and halted like the tip of an icicle, that this far north, summer just meant more winter.
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rift3 months ago in Fiction
Relaquence and the Isles of Taerys
Not caught up yet? Click here for Session Seven: The Cap and Tale! Within the historic borders of Ish-Gahn, two elvan races have stood the test of time to remain in their homeland while a great many of their kin have expanded to call other parts of the diverse realm home. Among an estranged peace, they respect one another’s presence and revere their respective gods as fellow worshipers of both Angehlah and Siesmet, just in varying capacities. While the, as they see themselves, more refined and civilized high elves, worship the Dragon Goddess of Sentience Angehlah primarily, the free-spirited and rugged wood elves serve the Creation Goddess of Life and Nature, Siesmet. However, no amount of shared devotion to either of these deities could bridge the philosophical gaps drawn between these two peoples.
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rift4 months ago in Fiction
Stars and Scars in the Dark
I watched from the withered wicker of the rocking chair as the drone arrived, delivered its bearing, and retreated into the space beyond the clouds from whence it came. It took me some time to even consider it, the package in question, as I consciously avoided scattered memories from this exact space, as I did frequently with task after task or a sedating mixture of tea leaves. Though in all the instances before, in which I drank my steaming nectar from a fired ceramic mug, I had not yet seen such an occurrence of visitor and courier. We remained there, myself and this delivery, eyeing each other down across a long lonely porch and steamy barrier, for a long while it seemed until I sighed that wall of vapor to ruin and placed its source upon the sturdy table that often bore it as a crown.
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rift4 months ago in Fiction
The Cap and Tale of Arhan-Zoul
Not caught up yet? Click here for Session Six: Vyscruxia's Departure! Arhan-Zoul is, without question, the most diverse of all of Rhyonis’ continents. Its enormous landmass and collective melding of countless cultures and peoples lends itself easily to be a varied grouping of setting and populace. No parts of it, however, seem so alien and otherworldly than the two oldest pieces of Arhan-Zoul that are hotly debated to even lay claim to being a portion of it.
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rift4 months ago in Fiction
The Toy Soldier
Once upon a time, long ago, in a world far different than ours, brilliant giants with minds that created worlds of their own, proudly walked the streets they conjured. Here, there was a single Toy Soldier. He was known simply as the Toy Solider by his creators and the one he was created for. Crafted by a master blacksmith and then enchanted to a semblance of life by the Smith’s husband, The Toy Soldier was created for their daughter so she’d always have a companion.
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rift5 months ago in Fiction
Vyscruxia's Departure
Not caught up yet? Click here for Session Five: The Farmer and the Tinkerer! In Arhan-Zoul's 2500 year history, there have only ever been two figureheads to take up the seat of leadership of the largest continent of Rhyonis; the Mantle. The first Mantle, was a matriarch who saw the first humans sail across the Continental Sea to Arhan-Zoul after its formation. She was an immortal human woman gifted with ever lasting life by an ancient human relic she discovered after the departure of the Ancient Brass Wyrm Vyscruxia. This magnificent white cloak was embroidered with a silvery pale blue metal from comets that fell from the heavens. The cloak itself, was made by unknown hands. It has an intricate, near impossible to see, symbol etched within its center appearing as two concentric Ms. This symbol is called a Miracle Mark. These Marks are known by esoteric circles to denote an object that was moved through the timelines to be placed where the Deity of Time, Malirica, had intended for it to be. Upon setting foot on the new land, she unleashed the magic within the Rhyonian Common Phrase Arhan-Zoul or, The Land of New Beginnings, and was recognized as the ruler of Arhan-Zoul. This is the story of Aumerilla Mantle, the departure of Vyscruxia, and the founding of the greatest nation of all of Rhyonis.
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rift5 months ago in Fiction
The Camel Rider
Her name, in sound and meaning, was perfection. For no word ever before lifted my heart, my spirits, or my soul to such great heights. Simply hearing it spoken from her tender lips, the moment we met, told me all that was needed to know of her to fall in love with every piece of her; Cinder.
By Rhyonis; a Realm, a Rift5 months ago in Fiction
