Mutaglossa

Definition: Mutaglossa is a unique language in the TTRPG world, with a primary emphasis on conveying alteration, transformation, and metamorphosis. It is a language that possesses magical powers, capable of influencing and manipulating the physical and metaphysical aspects of the world. Mutaglossa can be expressed through mystic symbols, intricate vocal incantations, and profound telepathic whispers.

Linguistic Attributes and Characteristics:

• Mystic Symbols: Mutaglossa employs ancient symbols and glyphs that represent various forms of alteration and transformation. These symbols are used to convey complex magical concepts and intentions.
• Intricate Vocal Incantations: Proficient users of Mutaglossa recite intricate vocal incantations that resonate with the forces of change and metamorphosis. The specific tone, pitch, and rhythm of the incantations influence the desired alterations.
• Profound Telepathic Whispers: Mutaglossa practitioners can project telepathic whispers that resonate with the minds of others, influencing their thoughts, perceptions, and even their physical forms.

Cultural Identity and Users:

• Arcane Spellcasters: Mutaglossa is primarily used by arcane spellcasters, sorcerers, and mages who study the secrets of alteration magic to wield its transformative power.
• Shape-shifters and Transmuters: Some shape-shifters and transmuters have an affinity for Mutaglossa, using it to enhance their transformative abilities and delve deeper into the mysteries of alteration.

Rarity, Type, Script, Source, and History:

• Rarity: Mutaglossa is considered a rare and esoteric language, as it requires an in-depth understanding of alteration magic and its intricate symbolism. Skilled users are limited.
• Type: Mutaglossa is a magical language primarily focused on alteration and transformation. Its purpose is to channel magical power for metamorphic effects.
• Script: Mutaglossa uses a unique script composed of intricate symbols and glyphs, each representing a different aspect of alteration magic.
• Source and History: The origins of Mutaglossa can be traced back to ancient civilizations where mages sought to harness the power of transformation. It is said to have been a gift from otherworldly beings with a deep understanding of the forces of change.

Sensory Experience: Learning and using Mutaglossa can be an awe-inspiring experience. Practitioners must tap into the fundamental essence of alteration magic and understand the delicate balance of transformation. When Mutaglossa is cast, it emits an aura of magical energy, and those nearby may sense a subtle shift in reality as the language influences the fabric of the world.

Tags: Alteration, Transformation, Metamorphosis, Magical, Esoteric, Rare, Symbolic, Incantatory, Telepathic, Arcane, Manipulative, Ancient, Mystic, Metaphysical, Otherworldly, Powerful, Dynamic

Inscriptions

1. Forma non finis, sed fluxus – This form is not the end, but the flow.
2. Ex cinere, essentia nova – From ash, a new essence shall rise.
3. Materia muta, voluntas clavis – Matter is silent, will is the key.
4. Quod stat, mox movebitur – That which is still, will soon be moved.
5. Sigillum hoc, portam tenet – This seal holds the gate of change.
6. Spiritus infusus, lapidem vivit – The spirit infused, the stone now lives.
7. Tange et transfigura – Touch and be transformed.
8. Umbra vertit, lux renascitur – The shadow turns, the light is reborn.
9. Aeterna non est, nisi mutatio – Nothing is eternal, except change itself.
10. Semen potentiae, in silentio dormit – The seed of power sleeps in this silence.
11. Rumpere vincula, quae videntur – To break the bonds that are only seen.

Political Oaths

1. Populum formo, ad astra – I shape the people, guiding them to a new dawn.
2. Lex vetus cedit, via nova patet – The old law yields, a new path is opened.
3. Aetatem ferri, in aurum verto – This age of iron, I will turn to gold.
4. Non rego, sed reficio – I do not rule, I remake.
5. Cresco et muto, sicut gens mea – I will grow and change, as will my nation.
6. Radices tenemus, ramos extendimus – We hold to our roots, but we extend our branches.
7. Fines regni, fines mentis sunt – The borders of the realm are the borders of the mind.
8. Promitto progressum, non statum – I promise progress, not stagnation.
9. Ex discordia, unitatem creo – From discord, I create a new unity.
10. Omnis civis, artifex futuri – Every citizen is an architect of the future.
11. Potestatem accipio, ut transformem – I accept this power, so that I may transform.

Cultural Ceremonies

1. Puer exit, vir intrat – The child departs, the adult enters.
2. Hic seritur, alibi florebit – What is sown in this moment, will bloom in another form.
3. Anima ligatur, forma mutatur – A soul is bound, a new shape is made.
4. Memoria transit, essentia manet – The memory passes, but the essence changes and remains.
5. Circulus hiemis, in ver vertitur – The circle of winter now turns to spring.
6. Vetus’ego moritur, novus nascitur – The old self dies, the new self is born.
7. Corpus est flumen, non lapis – The body is a river, not a stone.
8. Funde quod eras, bibe quod eris – Pour out what you were, drink what you will be.
9. Nomen’mutatum, fatum’novatum – The name is changed, the fate is renewed.
10. Ignis probat, cinis docet – The fire tests, the ash teaches what is next.
11. Umbra te relinquit, lux te reficit – Your past shadow leaves you, the new light remakes you.

Seven Shapers and First Clay

It is told from the glyphs of the fallen age, the meaning of which is uncertain, that in the beginning, the world was made of a substance the translators call the First Clay. All things were formed from this clay—the mountains, the beasts, the first peoples—but their shapes were fixed. A rock was a rock, and its destiny was to be a rock forever. A tree was a tree, and it could not imagine being otherwise. The Great Pattern of the world was set, and this pattern was a prison. There was existence, but there was no becoming.

In this age of bone-deep stillness lived seven sages, whose titles are poorly understood but are given as the Shapers. They were masters of the arcane, but their power was limited to the rules of the Great Pattern. They could move the rock, but they could not change the rock. This truth was a source of their deepest study and sorrow. They looked upon the world and saw not a creation, but a sculpture waiting to be finished.

The Shapers gathered and meditated upon the nature of the First Clay. For an age, they sat in silence, listening not with their ears, but with their will-that-shapes. They listened to the world’s silent ache, the deep and constant groan of the clay straining against the rigidity of its own form. And in that endless sound of near-breaking, they heard whispers. The whispers were not words of any known tongue, but were instead notions of change, concepts of what-could-be.

The first whisper they grasped was a simple one: the idea of a stone becoming water. They tried to speak of it, but their mouths could not form the right sound. They tried to write of it, but their quills could not draw the right symbol. For a year and a day, they labored, until one Shaper, whose name is lost, hummed a precise, resonant tone while simultaneously tracing a glyph that spiraled inward, and in his mind, he held not the thought of a rock, but the feeling of flowing. Before him, a pebble on the ground shimmered, lost its hardness, and became a single, perfect drop of water.

This was the first utterance of Mutaglossa. They had learned that the language was not one thing, but three things as one: the incantation of the voice, the symbol of the hand, and the whisper of the mind. All three had to be in harmony to persuade the First Clay to change its nature.

For the next age, the Seven Shapers gathered the whispers. They learned the syllable for growth and the glyph for decay. They learned the incantation that turned fur to scales and the telepathic touch that made solid air and breathable stone. They became masters of the language of becoming.

Finally, they resolved to perform their greatest work. They would not simply change one thing to another, but would gift the principle of change to the world itself. They traveled to the heart of the world, a place known as the Loom of Possibility, and there they stood in a circle. In perfect unison, they spoke the Seven Prime Incantations of Metamorphosis. As they spoke, the air grew thick with a shimmering aura. The ground beneath them softened and swirled with a thousand new colors. The Great Pattern of the world did not just bend, it shattered into infinite, beautiful pieces. From that day forward, the caterpillar could dream of the butterfly, the larva could aspire to the form of the dragon, and even the mountains could, over uncountable years, dream themselves into sand. Change had been born into the world.

But the power they had unleashed was a fearsome one. One of the Shapers, whose name is remembered as Ozym, became proud. He saw the endless flux and desired to be its master. He used Mutaglossa not to enable change, but to command it for his own ends. He sought to perfect his own form, to make himself a god of eternal, unchanging beauty and power. He spoke an incantation of stasis, a word meant to halt the flow of becoming. But the language, which is the very essence of change, could not be so misused. The incantation turned back upon him. The power to become anything, when denied its purpose, became a power of un-becoming. Ozym’s form dissolved, not into nothing, but into everything—a chaotic storm of shifting shapes and endless, mindless transformation, a warning to all who would follow.

The remaining six Shapers were humbled and afraid. They understood that Mutaglossa was not a tool to be owned, but a current to be navigated. They inscribed the core glyphs onto a scroll made of pure potential and hid it from the world. They passed down the knowledge of the whispers and incantations only to a select few, those with the wisdom to understand that to wield the power of transformation, one must be willing to be transformed.

Moral of the story: To speak the language of change is to become change itself; to resist the flow is to be broken by the current.