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There is a world that is only the spark of the imagination away. It is there that denizens of your imagination come to life. It is here that the Inklings are brought to life. Much like this world it is filled with a rich mythology and many adventurers. Each creature within has its own story to tell you and welcomes you to the Ink
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In 1849 a mighty Sepulcher was found where the waves of the sounding see meet the shore of the Ink Upon it a plaque read:
“Her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea”*
Before this sepulcher standing in the crashing wave was King Edgar of the wave. He yells out threateningly to all passersby that Not even the demons down under the sea will ever dissever his sole from hers. . and so it is that even today King Edgar can be found " all the night-tide, swimming by the side
Of his darling- his darling-his life and his bride,
In the sepulchre now taken by the sea
her tomb in the sounding sea."*
* excerpts from Edgar Poe's poem Annabel Lee
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“Her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea”*
Before this sepulcher standing in the crashing wave was King Edgar of the wave. He yells out threateningly to all passersby that Not even the demons down under the sea will ever dissever his sole from hers. . and so it is that even today King Edgar can be found " all the night-tide, swimming by the side
Of his darling- his darling-his life and his bride,
In the sepulchre now taken by the sea
her tomb in the sounding sea."*
* excerpts from Edgar Poe's poem Annabel Lee
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floating through the sky's on his Lilly pad of Ferdinand floats
on his left he keeps a statue of his nemesis the Sarah snake of suspicion to keep his mind focused.
With his mighty mechanical eye he is lead to the bitterness in your heart .Ferdinand then seeks the anger out and destroys it .
May his mighty sword cleave into the threads of anger and release you from the prison of your own intolerance .
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on his left he keeps a statue of his nemesis the Sarah snake of suspicion to keep his mind focused.
With his mighty mechanical eye he is lead to the bitterness in your heart .Ferdinand then seeks the anger out and destroys it .
May his mighty sword cleave into the threads of anger and release you from the prison of your own intolerance .
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the first of the inkling gods to manifest themselves to me . this is the repairer of karma its a hard job and he is the last of his kind , once there were more , but as fewer and fewer people cared about there misdeeds, the karma chameleons began to die off. on till this solitary worker was all that was left . he says that the karma chameleons started to die off in the 80s . As greed, dishonesty, and corrupt corporations have flourished the karma chameleon has floundered. Next time you see a single mother working 3 jobs, get evicted from her home because the bank foreclosed despite her always paying her mortgage on time { yes Nations Bank I am looking at you } or an elderly couple lose their home because they payed off their mortgage to soon ( I am still looking at you Nations Bank) don't think "sucks to be them", lend lend them a hand . Maybe then we can bring back the karma chameleon from the edge of extinctions
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Salmandra the squid lives of the coast of Main , she once was the dream of a girl with the same name. She lived on an isolated island. She had been left by her closest friend, and grandfather who sailed away to the mainland. Now alone she faced suspicion and ridicule by the denizens of her home . One day she jumped in to the ocean in a mad hope to swim away but she become a squid and has never been heard of again to this day.
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Through a secret garden ,the sacred stream ,the Inkah winds and entangles itself. The Inkeh brings with it new denizens to the Ink , newly dreamed from the world of man. Here a newly birthed peacock warier rests his weary head.as he is brought to life as an Inkling.
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Sophronia Sphynx AKA the Marchioness originally found in the old curiosity shop by Charles Dickens .
once upon a time in Victorian England there was a poor little nameless girl. She was the illagetament daughter of two ill tempered people who treated her quite dreadfully. They never bothered giving the waif a name and kept her as a servant never telling her she was in fact their child. She dreamed of only one thing and that was to run away and be free of the beatings and starvation. In this fantasy ,she dreamed she was a high born lady,perhaps a Marchioness. She did not know what a Marchioness was, but the only person who had showed her any kindness called her such when he found out she had no name . Her yearning for freedom was so strong that it made its way to the Ink where Sophronia Sphynx was dreamed into existence . Sophronia Sphynx travels endlessly throughout the open seas and oceans therein collecting beautiful objects and never having to worry about sharp fire pokers or of starving. The only thing she yearns for now is a pack of cards
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once upon a time in Victorian England there was a poor little nameless girl. She was the illagetament daughter of two ill tempered people who treated her quite dreadfully. They never bothered giving the waif a name and kept her as a servant never telling her she was in fact their child. She dreamed of only one thing and that was to run away and be free of the beatings and starvation. In this fantasy ,she dreamed she was a high born lady,perhaps a Marchioness. She did not know what a Marchioness was, but the only person who had showed her any kindness called her such when he found out she had no name . Her yearning for freedom was so strong that it made its way to the Ink where Sophronia Sphynx was dreamed into existence . Sophronia Sphynx travels endlessly throughout the open seas and oceans therein collecting beautiful objects and never having to worry about sharp fire pokers or of starving. The only thing she yearns for now is a pack of cards
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Salty Sam is a sea turtle . He stowed away on a pirate ship when he was a hatchling . He now travels the world looking to give smiles to the people he meets . He loves laughter and telling his tails in exchange for a wee bit of rum. ... "well a little but more rum than that is you please . .. just a tad more rum than that, oh you are giving me the whole bottle bless your heart . Now tell me , Have ye heard the tail of of the mermaid Meg and the pear locket of the black-heart Greg? No , well it goes like this...."
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from dusk till Dawn ,In a world long forgotten by man ,the obsidian peacock watches the sky's for danger. For untold eons he has waited for a portent to warn of coming calamity .
Yet another dusk has fallen and he returns to his post on the unsullied land of peacocks warriors
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from dawn to dusk In a world long forgotten by man , Apache of the rose peacocks watches the sky's for danger. for untold eons he has waited for a portent to warn of the coming darkness .
Yet another dawn has broken on the unsullied land of rose peacocks, and Apache will rest toll dusk .
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Yet another dusk has fallen and he returns to his post on the unsullied land of peacocks warriors
polymer clay seed beads , swarvski , enameled meta
from dawn to dusk In a world long forgotten by man , Apache of the rose peacocks watches the sky's for danger. for untold eons he has waited for a portent to warn of the coming darkness .
Yet another dawn has broken on the unsullied land of rose peacocks, and Apache will rest toll dusk .
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