The Artist's Palette
Colors of Lithrydel
- Primary Colors: Red, Yellow, Blue
- Secondary Colors: Orange, Green, Violet
- Tertiary Colors: Red-Orange, Yellow-Orange, Yellow-Green, Blue-Green, Blue-Violet, Red-Violet
The above list is a breakdown of the basic color wheel. All of these colors and everything in between that can be mixed within them are readily found within Lithrydel. They are all beautiful colors within their own rights, but there are several colors found within Lithrydel that are considerably more unique.
Dormiveglia (aka Blorple)
Truth is quartz-crystal. Clear as day, as fresh water from a sacred spring. Lie can be anything it wants, dressing itself in new ways each time it shows itself. It's as white as the snow that falls only on the farm reserved for most beloved pets to play, gone too soon. It's as black as the heart of a killer who claims innocence with the steadiness of a beating drum and as red as the severed hand of a thief caught in the act. Its guise is infinite. But if you would strip bare those adornments to reveal the naked truth shrouded underneath, you could see the wispy plasma of the illusion.
When the third eye is finally opened wide, through practice or even herbology, one can see the ghostly fire, the cloak of lies hiding candor. It flickers like lavender flame without heat nor shadow. It flows chartreuse without substance through space while taking none, and its a jaunty yellow veil that fails to hide anything once its been lifted. Impossibly, its all of these. A color that's been described as blorple, strictly as an analogy, blending colors that don't mix to create this.
It's the color you see while closing your eyes so tight while staring into the moon's glow, so tight that you can just make it out, only to forget what it looks like when the eyes are open again, or when you fall once again back under the trickster's spell.
Ingnysin
A mythically rare hue, slightly past the infrared, far away from the commonly visible spectrum. It gives off an curiously addictive warmth and sense of well-being, and is found when two beings sharing the same soul enter into close proximity. Make no mistake, this shared soul does not refer to the transient emotions of love or affection. It is a literal star-crossed quantum entanglement on the ætheric level. As mentioned, the color causes addiction of a curious sort. Once the color disperses, due to fluctuations in light due to the natural course of the day/night cycles, those who have been in contact with the color will feel an overwhelming sense of fear and cold, as if their sense of self is recovering from hypothermia. No physical damage occurs, but those affected will never feel warm again other than under the effects of this hue. Sidenote, despite not being a visible hue, it can sometimes be detected nonetheless by those without augmented vision. Many have noticed the strong smell of sugared blueberries when they draw near. There currently is no explanation for the olfactory phenomenon, but it is worth noting.
Lueur Morte (pronounced lee-urr more-te)
Translation: Dead Glow Lueur Morte is a color only perceived by those that are able to see and interact with incorporeal spirits, like the Umbrawisps from the Shadow Plane, a community of spirit herders, or any of the other various types of necromancers, witches, or other folk born with the ability. The base of the color is a shimmery, iridescent silver--this is the pure soul of the ghost. If said spirit is somehow contaminated or twisted, the shimmer disappears, leaving it as a dull, mottled grey. Blended into this base is an outer glow, which stems from the ectoplasm that clings to the spirit. Typically, this is a pale green, like that of Valaane’s glow, and associated with newly formed spirits right after death. However, over time (ranging anywhere from months to years), the spirit can become malevolent and its whitish-green glow shifts to red, matching Arh’Nuk’s light. Both the base and the outer glow of lueur morte are also dependent on things like how the spirit was in the world of the living: Were they happy? Depressed? Was it a fulfilling life or one filled with constant woe? It also depends on the manner in which they died: Did they die peacefully and from natural causes? Was it an accident or a murder? Did they have unfinished business? And what sort of unfinished business was it? Regardless of what form the color takes, it is a needed aid for those that work with spirits, to know what they're dealing with.
Memoriaura
Envision a shade that transcends definition, defying fixed hues and instead fluctuates with each beholder. This exquisite magnificence resonates deep within the viewer's soul, inspiring an instant sense of "home" unique to each person. Initially a delicate veil of lustrous pearl, akin to the shimmering of a newly formed dewdrop, it dynamically transforms into a tapestry of light and color, weaving in the chromatic palette of the observer's memories and experiences, creating a breathtaking and intimate masterpiece.
To some, a warm aureate radiance reminiscent of the safety and comfort of childhood homes, the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread. To others, the cool aquamarine hues of the ocean, carrying the briny tang and rhythmic tumult of waves on the shore. Regardless of the onlooker, this "color" always imparts a tender embrace, evoking the people and places that make us feel cherished and protected. It speaks to the very essence of our being, invoking memories of our origins and all we hold dear.
As this iridescent spectrum shimmers and glows, it instills a serene aura, drawing us closer to ourselves and to the world that surrounds us. It reminds us of the infinite beauty and intricacy of the cosmos and the boundless opportunities that await us in our "home."
To awaken one's ability to perceive this color in the world, one must first embark on a journey to the depths of the subconscious, where memories and emotions reside. Only by merging the energies of the mind and the heart can one hope to capture the essence of this quintessential chroma. But for those who succeed, the Memoriaura will forever be imprinted in their souls.
Rū
Its name means Red Desire, a shade of red so red that it ought not ever survive the death of the body. The color of hunger, lust, birth, and passion. It burns hot on the eyes of those who look at it and it is rumored that only those loyal to Delisha can do so long before suffering blindness. Indeed, the depraved rituals involved in summoning such a color would likely only be known to some of the more fervent members of Delisha’s Cult, and though many methods exist all of them require one specific thing in common; Something vital. It does not matter what it is but it must be vital to the one performing the ritual, and many do not survive the process. Some have even cut out their own still beating hearts chasing this Red Desire, searching for pleasures intense enough to corrupt the laws of the physical world. With something vital in your hands you must drape a blood-stained cowl over your head as you anoint the object in amaranthine nectar, which must be gifted freely by a flowerkeeper. Then, with something vital anointed, it must be destroyed by the end of the hour by the summoner’s bare hands. It will be a struggle- it has to be for the ritual to work. Desperation and obsession have to be poured into the act before the color will appear. After the ritual is complete and the vital pigment created, it is said that gazing upon it bestows pleasure and satisfaction- but the color cannot sustain you. Gaze too long and you will lose yourself to it, withering away as it takes up more and more priority in your mind. Once this happens and it claims a life, the pigment will fade, transforming it into an ordinary color that bestows nothing but the temptation to begin the chase anew.