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Alcemi: Radiantia the Compassionate

Read on for a hint at our new product line, as well as a peek into the mythology of Folklore...



Radiantia the Compassionate was elusive, her sanctuary hidden amidst craggy cliffs and cascading waterfalls. Guided by whispers on the wind and images from minds shared with Empyreal, she, Vitalum, and Celestia ventured forth, hearts heavy yet hopeful for the fate of their realm.


As they traversed through the cradle of the land, the barren landscape yielded to a vivid panorama of life they did not expect to find. The tales were small in comparison to what they saw. They did not have names for the plants and life before them. Each step forward was a revelation—a petal-strewn path leading them deeper into the heart of Radiantia's sanctuary.


The air was alive with the scent of hibiscus and lavender, harmonizing in an aromatic symphony that mirrored the landscape. Towering roses adorned the crumbling ruins, weaving together nature's resilience with the remnants of a forgotten age. Within pools beneath roaring falls, flowering lotus and calendula buds floated. Celestia gasped at the sight, feeling the tranquil power that emanated from this haven.


They glimpsed the silhouette of a woman amid the foliage, her red hair cascading like flames over her shoulders. She wore a dress woven from roses, each petal a testament to her compassion.




Radiantia turned, her eyes holding the wisdom of ages. "Welcome, sisters," she greeted them with a voice as soft as the rustling leaves. "It is through your tireless efforts that the people have found solace in Nature's embrace. I am humbled that you have joined me here."


Vitalum beamed. "It is but your sanctuary that has breathed life into our mission, Radiantia. The war will find its way to an end, thanks to you. Empyreal has forseen it."


Empyreal's gaze was as piercing as the dawn's first light. "The land flourishes once more, all because of you. Please, join us in making this truth."


Radiantia's smile was a reflection of nature's gentle grace. "I've only illuminated what was already within us all. The healing begins the moment we choose to embrace our truths."


As they stood amidst the sanctuary, Empyreal told the stories of her visions. She was shown a shift occurring in the realms. The people, once embroiled in conflict, now felt the pulse of the earth beneath their feet, radiating up and through their core. Weapons fell. For the first time in years, people once again embraced those that they called Enemy. Radiantia did not have to be convinced; thus began the start of the end of this tale.


The journey was arduous, but the culmination of their collective efforts bore fruit. Vision finally came to light; after two arduous years, war had finally left the lands. Empyreal, once a formidable and revered leader, found herself gradually weakened by the weight of her responsibilities and the toll of their journey. Her body, weary from the effort, could no longer sustain the demands of rulership.

With wisdom born of experience and humility, Empyreal acknowledged her limitations. She chose to step down from her throne, understanding that her strength lay not in governance but in the gentle care and healing touch she could offer on a smaller, more personal scale. Her retreat to a humble cottage in Alcemi, a place she had always considered home, was a deliberate choice. Here, amid the serene tranquility of her garden, she found solace. The cottage, adorned with fragrant blooms and herbs, became a haven where Empyreal's spirit flourished.




In her sanctuary of nature's bounty, Empyreal poured her remaining vitality into cultivating medicinal flowers and herbs. With practiced hands and a compassionate heart, she brewed potions and elixirs infused with healing. These remedies, crafted from her vast knowledge and experience, became her gift to the community.

Empyreal knew that the Realms needed a true leader: one who embodied the compassion and harmony that she had long championed. Acknowledging Radiantia's unwavering empathy and her ability to nurture life wherever she trod, Empyreal bestowed upon her the mantle of leadership.

Radiantia, touched by Empyreal's trust, accepted the responsibility with grace and determination. She led with empathy and understanding, fostering an environment where the teachings of the flora people flourished. Her reign, marked by kindness and wisdom, transformed the Realms into a sanctuary of harmony and growth.

Meanwhile, Vitalum and Celestia, having fulfilled their quest, returned to their beloved Alcemi. Their hearts brimmed with the experiences and lessons gained during their journey. In their hometown, they continued their work of nurturing the spirit of nature and spreading the teachings they had learned, enriching the community with their knowledge and compassion.


To this day, one can hear Celestia's songs, memories fondly shared with all of those that have the time to listen.


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