[HE JUST... SMILES... yeah now you've actually lost him. note to self: learn computer things.
qilby coughs and takes advantage of the question posed to feel a little less out of the loop.] It's a little difficult to describe without first explaining how our world was made. A force, an energy of creation we called wakfu permeated everything in our universe and -- much like the cosmic energy in this one -- it was a finite amount, which was endlessly recycled through the constant creation and destruction of living and non-living matter. This circular flow created unseen lines like rivers of wakfu, along which grew those flowers that I mentioned earlier: Manolias.
With our innate abilities to manipulate and alter the flow of wakfu, my kind used the flowers as nodes from which we could send impulses along these ley lines, like plucking a string and sending vibrations down its length. In the brush of their petals, the stir of their stigma, these signals could be interpreted with the help of personal devices every one of us carried. Devices somewhat similar to these mirrors, actually.
[he talked a lot, which is par for the course where he's concerned. even still, he puts on a somewhat-sheepish look, and nods.] Aah-- that's about the... Gist of it.
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qilby coughs and takes advantage of the question posed to feel a little less out of the loop.] It's a little difficult to describe without first explaining how our world was made. A force, an energy of creation we called wakfu permeated everything in our universe and -- much like the cosmic energy in this one -- it was a finite amount, which was endlessly recycled through the constant creation and destruction of living and non-living matter. This circular flow created unseen lines like rivers of wakfu, along which grew those flowers that I mentioned earlier: Manolias.
With our innate abilities to manipulate and alter the flow of wakfu, my kind used the flowers as nodes from which we could send impulses along these ley lines, like plucking a string and sending vibrations down its length. In the brush of their petals, the stir of their stigma, these signals could be interpreted with the help of personal devices every one of us carried. Devices somewhat similar to these mirrors, actually.
[he talked a lot, which is par for the course where he's concerned. even still, he puts on a somewhat-sheepish look, and nods.] Aah-- that's about the... Gist of it.