If you opened this book, that probably means you are at least aware of the problem 99% of the population unknowingly suffers from: Essence Leaking.
I will teach you a couple of methods to contain said Essence, don't forget to skip forward to the instructions tailored for your Kolor'on. But first, in the following introduction, I will point out the reasons why studying this book is so important.
Negative effects of Essence Leaking:
1. In order to grow stronger we compress our essence inside our No'kor'on until a breakthrough. Without your essence reserves at full capacity this won't happen naturally.
2. Essence Poisoning happens on contact with your nemesis Kolor'on (Read the following books for help with this problem: How to purify your Essence, a beginner guide by Notelios Redbeak).
3. Your Essence is a direct reflection of yourself, anyone with the right skills will be able to read your emotions and sometimes even your mind.
4. Because of my last point, you will also be open to outside manipulation, like losing control of your body's movements and mind control.
- Extract of: How to contain your Essence, a beginner guide by Notelios Redbeak
The Sun below, the Ground above.
Prologue 2
Salentep, trapped in the depth of their own mind, awoke thanks to something changing in their surroundings. It didn’t take long for Salentep to discover the origin of this shift: the tingling of their skin was fading and after a last wave of it, the feeling was snuffed out like a candle. Or actually, more like the opposite: the candle was just ignited. Because now, the lign’ep covering Salentep was heating up, bit by bit. Hor’ep-fajr’ep just started, and the canyons drawing the scenes on Salentep's skin were slowly filling up with fajr'ep rivers.
Good thing aer'ep - the controlling kolor'ep of lign'ep - was ever present because this phenomenon tried to reproduce itself all around Salentep. The floor was made of lign’ep, same for the roof, the ceiling, the walls, the furniture, the plants outside and even the ground for at least 200 im’ep in every direction. It wasn’t that Salentep disliked walking on sabl’ep, the normal dark purple soil, it even felt really great. No, Salentep had made this decision to prevent, or at least lower the risk of geysers ruining their farm.
Any Im'ep that had ever traveled knew that if you ever felt the earth tremble beneath your feet: RUN!! And pray you are lucky enough that whatever wanted to come up wasn't dangerous. Like liquid aer'ep, fajr'ep or sabl'ep. Sure going from dry ground to swimming in a lake may not be great but it's nothing compared to the other two possibilities. It could also be gas sabl'ep or lign'ep coming up which usually mad the ground explode open instead of crack. While all this probably sounds horrible already, it's nothing compared to the last one: Being engulfed in liquid metal'ep. Truly a horrible way to go.
As for why this happened in the first place? Something about Kolor’ep transmutation from one natural form to another, altering their density, weight and Things in the process. Because of which Things would happen. Salentep didn’t really get those Things, not that they thought a warrior needed to. Let the ‘intelligent’ people do the thinking about how all the important Things made this world function. Like the natural transmutation of Lign’ep into Fajr’ep, well Aer’ep prevents it. Salentep stopped themselves there, already feeling a essence-ache coming up.
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Damn Things
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In the meantime, Salentep had moved to the green room, which was basically a single enormous bathtub, build out of hardened air.
There Salentep bended the normal aer’ep out of the tub, as well as the hole in the right corner - the hole went down to a tank filled with compressed fajr’ep in the basement. Without anything holding it there now, the fajr’ep, a glowing red liquid, came shooting up and filled the available space, staying slightly away from the sides of the tube as if a invisible wall was covering it. Once Salentep had exactly 534L, they pushed a lever, closing of the opening downwards.
Now came a Thing Salentep actually cared about, correct bath temperature is of the highest priority. The fajr’ep being purified at 97%, had a deep red color. Under those circumstances, the normal 320 grad'ep the liquid should be at, was reduced 302 grad'ep. Salentep loved their bath at exactly that temperature.
The final step was Salentep turning their back towards the tub, taking a deep breath in, and falling backwards in the bath. You don’t waste the noble bending art without reason. Once under the surface, without any aer’ep to prevent the transmutation, Salentep’s skin slowly melted down to become part of the liquid around it. Of course, Salentep certainly didn’t intend to become totally skinless, which would be no different than committing suicide. No, the deep breath of aer’ep Salentep took before diving had fixating itself, from the inside, to the lign’ep covering them. The aer’ep was here to make sure a thin layer of skin would stay as is.
Time for a nap.
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Early-hor’ep-fajr’ep ended, Mid-hor’ep-fajr’ep went by, it was now Late-hor’ep-fajr’ep. During this time, the amount of liquid in the bath had increased a bit bringing the total amount to 568L.
Salentep, now awake, walked out of the tub, yes, ‘walked’. The lign’ep statue looked reborn, not only in the way they moved, also, the landscapes covering Salentep now gave the impression they had been carved just moments ago. Finally, Salentep’s essence was radiating joy itself, telling the world how great their lives were!
This may be only possible during the Sabl’ep season, but for now, Salentep was no longer a piece of lign’ep wobbling around! Sure it still looked like they were moving in slow motion and the effect wouldn’t last for much more the one Hor’ep, but right now, none of that mattered. Salentep felt alive! Happy!! They felt like they could swim to the bottom of the ocean, finding back th…!!!
Salentep was cut short in their mental shouting by someone entering their domain. Only a couple people knew this, but apart from the plants and trees, every piece of lign’ep of Salentep’s farm had once been part of their skin. It was a slow, slightly painful process, that consisted of Salentep growing out their skin, before cutting it off, and then repeating this method during 78 jar’ep. The results being an entire farm feeling to Salentep like an extension of their body.
Im’ep eyes not being an organ, but their essence leaking through their skin, they could create them anywhere they wanted. The head was just the default location thanks to its obvious practicality.
In other words, it was pretty easy for Salentep to take a quick glance at the intruder, who appeared to be someone from the city. An im’ep you knew could be recognized thanks to the drawings covering any of them. Those images, were reflection of an im’eps life morphed into a story, even giving away their character a bit. But Salentep had a much easier alternative because untrained people looked like walking essence fountains to Salentep. They just read the essence and recognized Morep.
Morep was the secretary of that old Nitolep sitting in the middle of the city. Salentep was supposed to call them Sinjorin'ep Pelotin, backwards names were a prove of status or a way to show respect to the person you are talking to. Not that Salentep really cared, or had any respect for the mayor of the Pelombis in the first place, they just found it annoying to pronounce.
Feeling pretty great, Salentep decided it was one of those days they would propose Morep some help, or at least tips. Good thing they had been forced to read a book over and over again as punishment back in their youth: How to contain your essence. Morep, like any normal Im'ep, was leaking essence all over the place. Sadly, because of being afflicted by memor'ep, they would probably refuse to listen - like usual.
But the Great Guardian Salentep never gives up in front of a challenge!