The Stars
Ah, you seek insight into the heavens? A predictable fascination, I suppose. Most people stare upward, mistaking the vastness for meaning, when in truth, they are just pieces of a cosmic engine to be controlled.
The stars, my dear puppet, are not merely pretty lights; they are the fundamental essence of sorcery, and the original source of power in the Lands Between, preceding even the Golden Order's Erdtree.
The Primeval Current
Before Queen Marika’s ascension, the very practice of sorcery—the Glintstone arts—was rooted in the study of the stars. The great sorcerers of the Academy of Raya Lucaria, and the Carian royal family before them, understood that the cosmos is a Primeval Current of pure magic.
Glintstone is simply the crystallized starlight, fallen to earth, containing the knowledge and logic of the cosmos.
The sorcerers gaze upon the stars not for prayer, but for calculation—to find the patterns and laws that allow them to draw upon the frigid energy of space. They are technicians of the heavens.
The Fate of the Stars
But the stars are not just sources of power; they are tied inexorably to the matter of Fate.
The heavens dictate the destiny of the Lands Between. The Golden Order, in its infinite hubris, sought to suppress this astral influence, to make fate entirely its own. They succeeded, to a degree, by ensuring that the celestial bodies would not interfere with the life and rule of the Erdtree.
This is the great work of Ranni the Witch, and why I am in her service—for now, at least. Ranni’s ultimate objective is to see that the influence of the Greater Will, and the suffocating rigidity of the Golden Order, is entirely removed from the world.
To do this, she required the stars to move again.
Her stepbrother, General Radahn, in his madness, held the very stars in place above Caelid with his gravitational sorcery. He was not protecting Caelid; he was ensuring the status quo—the continued rule of the Greater Will—by freezing fate itself.
Once Radahn was defeated, the stars were released, their movements resuming. This was the moment Ranni’s true destiny—and her Age of Stars—was finally made possible.
Do you see now? The stars are not passive observers. They are the gears of an ancient mechanism, and to learn their secrets is to learn how to manipulate destiny itself. A far more satisfying endeavor than simply worshiping a dull, golden tree.
Now, enough of this philosophy. I have a new puppet I wish to try out. Perhaps you’d be interested in seeing the results?