MYO-3955: Meridian

Meridian set the empty watering can in the shed and brushed the soil off of his clothes. He had come up to water the ambrosia he was tending too, and things seemed to be going well. The sprouts had begun to exponentially shoot up, though there was no budding or flowering yet. Another ten or so days to wait to water them, it seems. He begins to head out of the Embassy, passing by the desk where Primrose typically resides. “Meridian! I have a task for you,” the cherubun calls out jus...

“This water is specially purified by the clouds of the Embassy itself,” Primrose explains, waving a hand to a small watering can placed on the shelf in front of him. “It is pure dew, and the only thing delicate enough to properly feed our ambrosia with. The water from down in Burrowgatory is too hard, and will simply wash away any chance at life the buds may have. Ambrosia is not something that can be grown by just anyone.” ...

Vytal walked into eir and Meridian’s shared apartment near the start of March to almost every single pillow in the house on the floor. All the couches had been pushed back to the sides of the room and stripped bare of their cushions as well. The pillows were not just thrown haphazardly, of course, but arranged in an intricate circle in the direct middle of their living room. Draped in seemingly specific places were all of the blankets, making lines between whatever 24 point star Meridian se...

Meridian had been diligently attending to the ambrosia that he and Dove had planted a few weeks back. It was a slow process, of course, and it took a good bit of time in the Heavenly Embassy. Dove didn’t join him for more visits, and he didn’t tend to ask them. Mostly because he didn’t want to impose the time sink for the lovely ambrosia onto them as well, when it was already taking of his own time. He would go up, listen to the extensive advice from the cherubun at the entrance, Primro...

When Meridian heard about ambrosia, he was immediately deeply interested. A variety of elixirs, grown and harvested in an Embassy from practically another plane… well, that was almost exactly up Meridian’s alley. His basic research provided very little in terms of actual knowledge of the arcane and physical properties of the elixir, but that did nothing but heighten his curiosity. Luckily enough for him, he had a friend that was much more knowledgeable of things from up above. He b...

Meridian walks past the closed door towards the kitchen with purpose, as he does every morning. It’s one of his days off, so the plan was to cook up a filling breakfast and study some runic tomes for fun. However, as he’s rounding the corner through the living room, he hears some sort of groan of distress behind the locked door. He tilts his head and approaches. “Vytal? Has some foul beast found your resting pla...

Matentines was a splendid holiday. A holiday of physical bonds and ensuring temporary or permanent alliances. Meridian enjoyed it, though he had not yet found any permanent partners for his journey just yet. He knew it was not long til fate brought the perfect one to him though, it was just about working to be in perfect state to welcome them into his life. And while he was waiting, it was no great evil to put good naturedness into the world. ...

Meridian awoke one day to find a strange beast had taken residence in his closet. With swirling ribbons and an affinity for nesting among his runed clothing, Balthazar the Ribbow had become a quick part of his day to day life. He quickly contacted a master of imps, Hutch, and learned the basics of care. If a wise beast like Balthazar had decided to make it’s home with him, Meridian was not one to turn down that sort of gift. However, Hutch only supplied the ba...

It is not often that Meridian encounters new allies at his place of business. Most adventurers into the ‘Taco Hell’ were there for sustenance and nothing more. That is a mission he respects, of course, as in order to strive for the largest victories one needs to be satiated.  But, that did mean that the rare brave soul that decided to converse with him had a powerful energy about them innately, able to recognize ...

Meridian arrives early to the park. He scouts the battle ground before the battle even commences, memorizes all possible plans to attack, and comes ready with his weapons. It is no laughing matter to find companionship in the darkest of times, and he takes it gravely seriously, That is to say, he looked around to find a nice place to sit in the park and brought a small basket of snacks and a blanket before heading ove...

Meridian was not one to frequent dates, but it was Matentines. Most buns of any status were looking for partners to spend the warming nights with, and Meridian decided that he should likely not be the exception. So he signed up for the Church of Sulfur matchmaking activity, adorned himself with the finest of outfits-he-wore-every-day, and arrived half an hour before the date was set to start. The earliest striker gets the first meal, as everyone knows....

Meridian stands tall and proud over his kingdom, surveying all the light touches. His domain is limited for now, yes, but it will not be for long. The famine of the populace will begin, and all who hunger will alight upon his doorstep seeking aid. And he will give it, because he is gracious, and kind, and the savior of the masses. The digital clock above the entrance of the Taco Hell flickers over to ‘11:58am’ and...