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A social media reel by Laura Les, representing the Tawusian Cape at Urthvision XXII
Cyfarrchio folks! If you don’t know me, I am Laura Les of 100 Gecs, and I am THRILLED to be representing Tawuse - i uh mean the Tawusian Cape again at Urthvision XXII. I bet you’re wondering why everything has changed in my weird little country since we last hosted!
TLDR: Tawuse is dead.
Or at least, it has restructured! The Unified Republic of Tawuse voted in 2024 to federalise, specifically so that its regions could have better autonomy. Tawusians within now-state of Tawuse (a carcass with all the goodies carved away) also voted in favour as they didn’t want their taxes funding the slightly crazy island of Paradis. So now… we are three nations in perfect harmony! The Federation of The Tawusian Cape!
Back when the “Federal Treaty” (trademark reserved) was signed, our federal government wanted to ensure that all three nations got what they wanted. The Paradisians, or Paradyswythians as they call themselves (a mouthful), snuck a clause into the treaty… That the Prismatic Triumvirate of Paradyswyth would host the first Urthvision that we run as a federation. The government didn’t think we’d win again because they kept sending me, but last time they sent that really cool lesbian with swords and the world seemed to like it… Anyway, now the rock people are hosting it.
Here’s where it gets weird… Paradyswyth is virtually run by three old women that worship light and gemstones, and the whole island does too. This is the religion known as “Matriarchal Prismaticism”, which is an offshoot of the Prismaticism we have here in the rest of the Cape. What’s weird is that the three old women that run it are treated like gods and mostly ignore external politics. So yeah they have run the entire island since the Tawusian colonial military withdrew. Now they have renamed everything after dead matriarchs. Additionally, they get complete creative control over the set design and marketing so watch out for some hyper-religious stuff. If you are coming here to see the contest in person, just make sure you don’t step on someone’s shadow or they will get very mad at you. If you see someone with a prism around their neck, leave them be.
Good luck everyone! May you all be guided by “The Prism”?.. what is this cr-
5th April 2025
Intense orchestral fanfare blares from all corners of the arena. CLICK HERE!
“Blessed evening, Urth! May the matriarchal radiances’ blessings shine upon you all.”
A young lupine steps into the spotlight, her fur reflecting the light. Her monochromatic white robe is long, and reaches her shins. She’s barefoot, with jangling anklets. Around her neck is a large peridot in the rough shape of a triangle engraved with what seems to be rays of light, the necklace forged from platinum shining in the spotlight. Beside her, two other figures enter the stage; a human and a cava.
The human is tall and slender, with fiery red hair in a suit snow-white. His entire outfit, with the exception of his tie, were white and have clearly never been worn in a scenario that wasn’t clinically orchestrated. His tie, like the lupine, was a distinct peridot green, embroidered with platinum rays of light. He seems a bit uncomfortable, it seems that the outfit he is wearing is sort of forced. His voice, however, bellows throughout the arena in a thick Gratultan accent.
“Boreserra [Good evening] Urth! Welcome to Tenerre! The Tawusian Cape welcomes our urthvision friends back to our beautiful nation. We may have switched things up recently, but our love of the arts remains.”
The camera pans to backstage, participants and their respective teams wave little miniature flags of their homelands. However, a comically large flag of Paradyswyth digitally waves behind them on a very large and very expensive looking screen before cutting back to the ginger.
“Those who aren’t aware, I’m Geraint and I am one of your esteemed hosts this evening. Besides me are my lovely colleagues; Mica and…” He gestures to Mica, the cava host, with confusion. He seems to have forgotten the lupine’s name.
“Ahem!” Mica coughs, “Joining us in presenting this evening’s ceremony with sanctified gravity and radiant poise: Her Serene Radiant Illuminary, First-Speaker of the Seventh Refraction, Canon-Warden of the Southern Prism Choir, Most Venerable Highmother of Lustral Revelation, Ordained Shepherdess of the Triarchal Light, The Right Miraculous Opaline Vice-Matriarch Sibyl Wynaveth Elowen-dyr of the Luminous Fold, D.D.L." [a priestess]
Her Serene Radiant Illuminary, First-Speaker of the Seventh Refraction, Canon-Warden of the Southern Prism Choir, Most Venerable Highmother of Lustral Revelation, Ordained Shepherdess of the Triarchal Light, The Right Miraculous Opaline Vice-Matriarch Sibyl Wynaveth Elowen-dyr of the Luminous Fold, D.D.L. steps forward.
“Thank you Mica, yes, I am her Serene Radiant Illuminary, First-Speaker of the Seventh Refraction, Canon-Warden of the Southern Prism Choir, Most Venerable Highmother of Lustral Revelation, Ordained Shepherdess of the Triarchal Light, The Right Miraculous Opaline Vice-Matriarch Sibyl Wynaveth Elowen-dyr of the Luminous Fold, D.D.L…” Crickets chirp in the audience…
“I am here to introduce an important guest." HSRIFSOTSRCWOTSPCMVHOLROSOTTLTRMOVMSWEDOTLF,D.D.L’s bangles start jangling towards the sky at what seems to be a VIP box that is giving the illusion of hovering.
“Esteemed guests, please welcome Her Transcendent Chromal Eminence, Sovereign Flame of the Ninth Refraction, Living Vessel of the Prismatic Concord, Matriarch-Ascendant of the Isle Eternal, Keeper of the Harmonic Edicts, High Oracle of Luminous Judgement, Celestial Regent of Paradyswyth, and Warden of the Sacred Glass Throne, Triarch Immanuelle Syraeth-Velorra, Daughter of the Dawn-Tide Convergence, Flame-Bearer of the First Light, Divinely Invested by the Rite of Infinite Facets, The Undimmed, The Iridescent, The She-Who-Speaks-in-Chords.” [one of the gemstone lesbian queens]
The audience rejoices. Onlookers hysterically cheer as an old lupine woman in a creased and stained white robe, barely strong enough to stop flying around in the breeze, gets lowered into the sky-box with strings. She barely makes it as she flails around and her guard tries to catch her. “Enjoy the show!” she shouts as she waves her weirdly long fingers at the audience, which again loses all sanity and rejoices at the holy display they had just witnessed. HSRIFSOTSRCWOTSPCMVHOLROSOTTLTRMOVMSWEDOTLF,D.D.L smiles contentedly.
Mica just stands there bewildered. She doesn’t know what just happened. Her white garden dress with a peridot bow flutters in the breeze let in by the open-roof arena. “Let’s get to introducing the contestants”.
Please keep an eye on this thread, more to come.
HUGE thanks to the loml (IC and OOC) @mrmonkeyfish for the dashing doodles
