Schutbi 10 riskons

Kismett: Fate/ Life

Dowtt: Afterlife/ Death

Wabss: Wear/ Put on/ Place/ Situate

Diptt: Water/ Swim/ Sail/ Dive (if blood then "Ayydiptt", if any other form of liquid, then "Nadiptt")

Ainu: Person/ Individual/ Human

Bitbatt: Walk/ Gait

Bitbitbatt: Run/ Sprint

Zalla: Go/ Come on/ Throw/ Charge at

Uptim: Happy/ Smile/ Euphoria

Dowtim: Sad/ Frown

Tumbi: Like/ Love/ Admire/ Appreciate

Powfi: Dislike/ Hate/ Resentment/ Anger

Akl: Do/ Action/ Make/ Commit/ Perform/ Duty

Poof: Gone/ Lost

Schutbi Phrases 10 riskons

· Obss meowchi tumbi: Only cute animals get loved, meaning that genial appearances leave sincerely positive impressions, whereas intimidating apearances solely prompt respect. Said between the Nevanese people.

· Nunnu ainu kalmatt, ajnab ainu akl; Some people dream, other people do. Said between tribesmen.

Just like a formidable ship on a stormy night, the gondolier pushed itself against the tentative waters. The night sky made way for a darker tone, and it granted the stars permission to wink out. Some were minuscule, others large. But to Ivan, they were the size of the circle he formed with his thumb and index finger.

   " 'Stars, stars, have you shone to a t? Let the path be strewn with glee...' Hey, where are we bound for?"

   "As far as it will take us." Lido replied in a terse voice, munching on his licorice. 

   Ivan sang as he ogled at the sky peppered with said stars. Not whimsical as he, Lido maintained a stoic face throughout the ride. Despite the wind stirring easily around him to repel the flies, he continuously swatted them away. His crimson eyes were cold. They remained locked on the distance ahead of them. He rested an elbow on his knee and let his other hand do the rowing. He kept on rowing with practised ease, only for each time to be rasher than the last.

   " "Stars, stars, the curved sky owns attidude. Shine, shine, from the sea to peak altitude..."

   Bristling like a cat, Lido seethed and glared at Ivan. He lowly accused, "Is this an incantation to get rid of me? So that a big rock from above squashes me?"

   Ivan guffawed, "Nah. A friendly ditty. I promise."

   Once Lido replaced his gaze, Ivan continued blithely, " "Stars, stars, write my fate. Far from you, my life's grown-" "

   Lido decided to interrupt again while gripping the paddle and snapping the licorice between his teeth, "You guys got stars down there?"

   Ivan turned to the blonde man in befuddlement. "You mean in Haven?"

   "Cut the dumb act, Evan."

   Ivan mumbled, "Oh boyster. It's Ivan. And sure, we do have stars in Haven. You know, the bright, celestial circles littering the skyster at night."

   Lido caught a fly between his fingers and chucked it in the river. He snarled as he hunched forward, "What about the ones that move, huh?"

   Ivan let his legs dangle off the edge. He guessed, "Shooting stars?"

   "No. I'm talking about fireflies." Lido pressed on. He gestured towards the flies swarming him. "Just like these, but they glow."

   Ivan furrowed his brows. He wondered why, at such a critical time, Lido would bring up a prodding investigation—even though he was guilty of making quips every picosecond. He figured it was to kill time as the rushing waters kept stalling it. It was strange nonetheless; from the two hours they squandered together, Lido had been nothing but an "irascible aloofster" as Ivan described him internally. He was a recluse, if you do not count his animals.

   Ivan shook his head, "Not that I know of."

   The paddle quaked as Lido laughed. Ivan made a tight-lipped expression and jerked his feet that were skating the river's surface. Lido's smoky cachination filled the air, and it took Ivan all his willpower to avoid laughing along. He had learned in his interaction with Lido something new; Lido's blood was easy to boil and can be reheated when you laugh. Even a snicker would earn you a guilltone gaze.

   Lido threw his head back and let his laughter subside, tossing the licorice for the fish to help itself on. He watched the bioluminescent fungi and glow worms hug the bank. Creatures intersected between spiders and hyenas straddled each other, their hollow eyes juxtaposing their crescent smiles. He shieldied his eyes and dipped his head, speaking, "Bingo, Evan. The fireflies belong to Nevah and Nevah only. I felt the fireflies, the honeyed apples of my eye, dissappear. They were what guided us during dark times. Loyal and docile as doggies. And how come they dissappear?"

   "Erm...got attacked by monsters?"

   Lido's face soured and he looked at Ivan. Ivan looked back wide-eyed, torn between jumping out of the gondolier and staying put. Lido suddenly made an aggrieved noise and a sliding gesture. He spat, "My glowy subordinates are not weak enough to be attacked by other creatures, whatever you meant by monsters. My takeaway from this is that that Ridge—Riskmaster or whatever—is an abuser."

   Ivan blanched. He croaked, "A what?"

   Lido said, making a wrenching gesture with his freehand, "All his goody doing about finding your father and restoring harmony is sham. This is a backhanded tug of war between the protector and the abuser. He is declaring war by kicking the fireflies into his own land. They stopped appearing, stopped reproducing, so where are they? They can't be elsewhere. The river is their habitat, and their habitat only. I kept track of the days—the sun rising, the moon going down—and none of them appeared until I saw this note. Only a few of them remained behind, meaning that Ridge seized them, stashed them in his crib, and came back, the intention to take anymore poofed! Gone! Never to come back. Now's time for the first and final round. He wants to play it tough; getting rid of everything risky. But everything is risky here! It's a half assed start to this, but I'll gladly humor him." Lido snarled, baring his teeth contemptibly.

   Ivan was swept away by Lido's tirade, as elongated yet real as a serpent. He stammered, "B-But Ridge wants to unite both halves of Thear—no, he needs to. It's what his Sensing Snowglobe envisioned most fitting for his line of workster."

   "Well, this Sensing Snowglobe fuels mutiny from Lido and all the animals of Nevah." Hope lit Lido's face. He leaned forward and gently spoke, "Join me, Evan. We'll become the real Riskmasters."

   "Uh..."

   Lido reassured, "Don't worry. I don't bite. But if you do betray me in any way, I assure you that I'll paint my blade with your blood." He swung the dagger he pulled out beside him in a cutthroat manner. He jeered, "And I wonder what that smells like. Havenian blood."

   Ivan swallowed thickly. He figured that if he suspended his disbelief and let his guard down, chances were that Lido would protect him and help him find his father instead. If Ridge was truly not the paragon of heroism he should be, then Ivan might as well build bridges with Lido and his animals. He protruded his pinky and smiled at the other man. "Fine, but instead of Ridge, you'll help me find dadster."

   Lido scrunched one side of his nosel "What's a dadster?"

   "My...dad." Ivan hastily added with jittery eyes, "But you don't-"

   "I'll have one of my animals track him down." Lido cut in. His voice became stern as he looked ahead while rowing, "If Ridge thinks he can come waltzing into Nevah, then I think I can end this dangerous dance."

   Ivan gazed at Lido with a subservient expression. Exhaling, he withdrew his feet from the waters. He carved off the congealed muck with the nearest object his hand found, his eyes ensconced on the vengeful man. Or boy? He was unsure and did not want to hazard asking him.

   All of a sudden, the gondolier jolted violently and plunged into a halt. Ivan lurched forward and let out a shocked "argh". It was wading through smoothly when it shuddered to a halt, as if detecting a cyclone a mile away. He readjusted his eyes on the river to discern the obstacle, but his eyes kept on moving around the until he spotted the paddle's head stuck into a riverbed. He whined while glowering at the reticent male, "What was that for, Lido?"

   Lido sucked air into his mouth and pulled the paddle with more force than necessary. He cautiously looked around, sensing something amiss. He let out under his breath, "We've got company, for damn's sake..."

   A wretched lump formed in Ivan's throat. He forced it down and peered over the edge of the boat, lithely crouched on the edge of his seat. Something about the foreboding atmosphere and the parched land stippled with venomous trees told him Ridge was not part of this company. The clouds began to disperse, and the blinding sun revealed an oddly crowded and lively village just a few miles away from the river.

   On the face of it, it was savage village nestling in the shadow of the vertiginous volcano. Conical tents made up for the missing buildings Ivan was used to. Towers scaffolded from wood and mud overlooked brown and green knolls, thatch vines ornamenting them. Amidst the arid air, there were finely surfaced lakes that looked like they were spiked with glyceride. Inhabitants were| either sleeping in cotton hammocks with servants fanning them or lifting shiny objects and setting them atop stalls. The ones sleeping in hammocks stood out in distinct feathered headdresses, beadwork, and fringed leather, but the rest were garbed casually with beanies and vests similar to Lido's. It would not take a genius to know that Lido was from that village, but the divide between him and the diaspora stemmed from the hair color. All of their hair colors ranged from mahogany brown to autumn auburn. Lido, however, was blonde. Ivan bit his tongue from asking, only taking in the village. It was bustling, but a rowdy type of bustling.

   Lido's low voice tumbled out in a rush, "Lay low, they're gonna notice you!"

   Ivan whirled on Lido and found him slumped down, his whole torso pressed against his seat as his arms were curled in a wing-like form. Fear displacing his confusion, Ivan planted his forehead on the stool in front of him, linking his fingers behind his head.

   "...Oh, great—buck up, Samuel! You can't give up this easily."

   Samuel, his silver eye patch glimmering underneath his steam-powered loupe as his head whooshed to said man, sighed. He whined, "But there are moths all over the place. Chan't we go back and tell Polly that? Che'll understand."

   The other man, the bandage draped over the bridge of nose upturning with the wrinkle of his nose, hissed, "No, coward! You—ughfff." He hovered the double-lens over the metallic sheet in his hand. "Just a few cells away from getting a diagonal bingo. And if, God forbid, we don't find another trace of a Havenian delinquent, then we call it a day and continue before 'The Great Exhibition.'"

   "You could have just said delinquent, but okay..."

   Strangely enough, the duo appeared in the same attire: an ankle-length military-style coat all in black with a structured fit. It included a stiff, stand-up collar and decorative epaulettes, each studded with a falcon insignia. Two rows of metallic buttons snaked down the chest, and the waist was cinched with a black belt, an 'XII' shaped buckle emblazoning it.

   Ivan's eyes widened when they caught sight of the black garb. He smiled and turned to Lido. "Lido, those are Havenian governors! I can talk this out."

   "Gov-ern-nors?"

   Ivan scoffed at his slip-up. It had not crossed his mind whether Nevah depended on oligarchs or not. He elucidated while pulling a sheep puppet from underneath his jacket, "Oh, yeah. Governors are the entities who keep everything at bay. They are the ones who, say, tether peace to one map. To one civilization. To one sky. To one system. To one foundation. Without them, Haven would lose its namester." The puppet gambolled across Ivan's cheek, the puppeteer making 'pum pum pum" noises in melodramatic response. It perched atop his head, and he outstretched his other arm before bringing his hand to the head of the puppet, pressing his thumb down its wooly skull.

   Unbeknownst to him, a burgundury, winged creature, the breadth of a pole but the length of a telephone booth, its eyes dots and its head the shape of a sledge, soared overhead. Lido glanced up at it but made no sign. "The anchor to keep the devils in us down; that's what they are!" He brings the puppet down and cradles it lovingly. "We don't condone anything oppressive all thanks to the parents of harmony. Altercations, scandals—zip zero Havenians know those. I only know them because I include them in my plays (when my mentor was showing me the ropes to writing a sad denouement. Now I owe him a ton, except that I can't since he's, mm, gone). And it's best that it stays this way. Like what the governors want for us and for them. Giving us the liberty to live in all-time utopia; we're all going to heaven for our good deeds in helping function Thear! Ignorance is bliss in certain areas, after all." He snickered as he encased his hand with the puppet again.

   Lido's eyes flicked between Ivan and the creature. He furtively motioned for it to leave as he dryly commented, "Wow. Didn't need all that crap. You're lucky I didn't cut you off. I was just trying the word on my tongue." He had to raise his voice at the end due to the wind whooshing under the animal's spindling wings.

   Ivan furrowed his brows and cupped his ear. He rasped, "Sorry, say that again? Tied it on your tongues—"

   The irked creature squawked and summoned a great squall with its wings. The governors, initially busy scrupulously searching the waters, jolted as if the ground had electrocuted them. Samuel, the second governor, and Ivan whipped their heads upwards, their eyes shadowed with worry. Rocks, twigs, leaves, shells, insects, and all sorts of small natural artificacts soared, with other bypassing birds being caught up tumultuously, their flock interrupted by the fiasco of the fatal mayhem.

   "Da-eugh!" Samuel backpedaled as he gaped at the creature, struggling to draw his pepperbox revolver as he loosely cocked it while turning the barrel. The other governor's firm stance as he valiantly produced a Gatling gun contrasted Samuel's brink-on-collapsing one.

   On an instant, Lido peeled himself away from the gondolier. He moved shadowly towards the petrified duo, a sinister dagger ready in his hand. The governors were at their own wits, with Samuel particularly shielding himself from the cyclone as he shimmied away. Exercising caution as he acknowledge the men's shared attention clouded by fear, he inched closer, one foot over the other as he replaced them respectively, until he was close enough to decapitate their heads.

   The nose-bandage man gravely diverted his gaze to Lido, crouching forward as if making eye contact settled a ton of mass on him. He fleetingly caught sight of the dagger and shook his head, lowering his metallic machine.

   Lido seethed and growled, a gravelly yell threatening to seep through. "My people make you that just for you to use it against us?! Insane!"

   "Wait, he speaks our language. That means-"

   "Insane!"

   "-he's a Nepomad!"

   Samuel was talking over his accomplice in rapid-fire, "Ah, ah! Wait, wait. We mean no harm. We just came to bring back what we lost. It'll work in you and your people'ch favor. You're awechome! Awechome as can be!" He declared the last bit with an ingratiating smile.

   "Lie through your teeth one more time and I'll smash them with my bare fist!" Lido yelled as he thrashed the blade against Samuel's shoulder. It grazed over it when he jumped back, his cry melting into the air as it was being torn to shreds by the squawking bird the overhead, now circling above them. The other man took advantage of the situation and pointed his gun at the Nevanese. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he retreated to his original spot, his eyes measuring every move of Lido. He and Samuel kept scuffling, with Samuel helplessly dodging his attacks, thereby receiving a lethal punch in the stomach and spat a gob of blood onto the ground. Only for the blood to coalesce and attract itself towards the source of the cyclone. Up flew the revolver, and off Samuel's feet were from the ground. He flailed his arms, shouting for his partner to help him. His partner, on the other hand, was seemingly swept away by the whirlwind too as he started levitating, pulling the trigger only for the bullet to miss and hit Samuel's belly. Lido persistently swung his dagger in all directions in rhythmic grace, exultantly laughing more each time he inflicts a gash on the governors, who were flying around violently. Blood rose and convoluted around them, which cast the spotlight on an extraordinary show of a twisted vermillion being suspended in the air and following the feral bird. Beautiful to some, sickening to others.

   "There's something mad about this, but I can't my put my fingster on it!" Ivan watched in horror. The altercation mixed with the divisive creature's whirlwind and the display of blood made Lido look all the more vermin, animalistic, and...murderous. Choking back a pained noise, he laboroiosusly pulled the paddle out and studied it. To his surprise, it was penetrable, with the splayed, splintered wood covered in holes. He let the puppet in his other hand bonk its head on it, searching for any signs of breakage. To be utterly fair, Lido had been rowing for no-one knows how long. His moves were particularly rough, that much Ivan could say. Still, the contingency was high, and if it were to break midway, his blood would really paint Lido's dagger. He was about to shake the puppet off his hand when he remembered; three hands were better than two.

   "Don't you understand? This specific area is home to a tribe of deranged marauders, where no traveler dares to tread. And I don't mean human marauders!" Lido's voice was surprisingly clear and didadictic as he continued slashing the governors in the air. Like a top, he spun in sonic speed, The predatory creature seemed to slow down, its eyes preying on Lido with reverence. He manipulated the whirlwind like it was his part of his daily routine. The bandage-nosed governor's eyes glazed over as he floated like a dead fish. His nose was broken and fingers completely flayed. Samuel was drifting topsy-turvy, showing how his head was punctured and his legs stabbed a thousand times. Such was the fate of the animal kingdom's legal foes.

   Lido heaved his chest and whizzed through the air until he reached the creature. He grabbed its foot for support and looked up, smirking. "They got their comeuppance, didn't they?"

   The creature fluttered its wings immensely and thrusted itself in the air. At breaknecking speed, it proceeded to semi-somersault so that it was vertically upwards like an obelisk. Once its mouth was pointed at the ground, it shot itself through and lodged its own tip firmly onto the quagmire surface. Lido slid down its neck gingerly, carving out dirt with the blade of his dagger off his hair and clothes. He hummed lowly and stroked the bird. Its chapped and grubby feathers felt of sea foam on a sultry summer day. A perfect touch, a foggy plague of mind, a splendid reverie...

   Lido was just a regular seven year old Nevanese cub, briskly playing with snakes, when he was caught by a...metallic bird? Painfully unaware of the hunting drone dispatched by Havenian elitists, the younger Lido had accepted its grasp. Before his puny brain could process it all, he was standing before a looming couple whereupon the metallic bird beached him on a floating...boulder in the middle of a small lagoon, and the couple stood on top of a wagon, horsemen and all. The man was wearing an artificially snowy capped jumpsuit complementing his wispy hair. The woman was clothed in a beautifully smaragdine sweater, her curly hair accessorized by a matching emerald pillbox hat. What stood out the most were the beastly gilded shoulder plates.

   His eyes veered to a mysterious rainbow shaped object made of metal and masonry. They took in the singed edges and trail of something yellow and bright that followed the grid-lined molten ball. A finger suddenly snapped in front of him and pulled him from his trance.

   "Heyy kih-doh! Uhp hee-yur. Wee havv uh task fer yah." The man showered Lido with nonsensical words, smiling coyly and pointing at him as he pressed a button on his jumpsuit. A built-in chair popped out of his bottom. He sat down and kept eyeing Lido with a complacent air.

   The woman clasped her hands, bending over so that she was eye level with the child. "Yur ssow cyuud!" She planted a wet kiss on Lido's cheek. Having received a semi-convulsion, he scrunched his nose up and wiped the remnant of spit and lipstick off with the back of his begrimed hand.

   The man let out a gruff chortle before shifting his frame and switching to a serious expression. He flicked a tablet in the air. Lido watched with rural distaste, whereas the woman smiled dreamily. The tablet dived into the man's open mouth, shocking him fleetingly as foam escaped his nostrils. He snuff them back in and leaned over, his eyes glazed over as he breathed robotically. As soon as he opened his mouth again, a row of bubbles flocked out, dashingly floating towards Lido. Before his widened eyes, they formed the letters "Lachini" which meant "Touch me".

   Lido fumed and shook his head. Winding his way around the makeshift boat, he yelled, "Zaphora dowttti! (Over my death)!"

   The man's face hardened. Clicking his tongue, he tapped his booted foot two times, resounding dins following them. A bridge from both ends interconnectedly pieced together until it attached the boat island to the wagon. The automaton horsemen transformed asynchronously to hazmat clothed figures, inimical weapons ranging from syringes to flamethrowers readied in their hands. While the predatory wolves raced the bridge and Lido situated in a firm stance, the man folded his arms behind his back and derided, "Then your death might as well be over here." He dropped the Machiavellian pretense and looked at the woman dubiously. His hands fell on his sides and he groaned, "My Boon, that was horrible! It's been a long time since I last took performing arts."

   "Not now, James. The Sensing Snowglobe envisioned this lucrative path for you. You're not a playwright for a valid reason." The woman stated as she casually watched Lido lurch forward and swing his small fists to the trooper's hard-rock crotches.

   The onslaught of clanks and clashes resumed as the man preened. He gave the woman a knowing smile and said, "It's Neurophysicist James Kindler to you. We went this over."

   Lido dug his teeth into the arm of a trooper. With all the strength of a roaring excavator, he obstructed the tide of tranquilizer darts when swinging the man in a full circle. The fight was maddeningly epic that James had to pause before commandeering, "Produce an Encephalonix disc of six times ten to the power of 3 nanobytes. And make it quick."

   His partner requited the moment of silence as she watched the brawl between robots and a boy with buried intrigue. She proceeded to dismantle the buckle of her belt, a deluxe tablesaw emerging garbed in a lilac satin tablecloth. She drew a canister from her pouch and mumbled while taking out a tube and activating the saw, "We owe him an explanation."

   James tapped his foot on the ground, growing impatient by the gratuitous fight. "Won't do. That is where the problem will arise; when we pour more information into his raw mind, he will become full of it, like a jaded slob. Too much and he will become an automaton." He tore his eyes off the altercation and settled them on her squarely. "All he ought to do with the information, just like the other Nepomads, is control the Nevanese and direct them. A Nepomad has always been the Talon Guild's trump card for lowering the likelihood of Nevanese breaking into Haven. These Nevanese and their primal instincts. And plus, we gotta make sure everything's at bay. I don't want societies here to mix then- bleugh!" He shuddered and looked down at the welded piece of metal his partner is shaping into a falcon wing. He took it from her and said, "Plus, you shouldn't give a man fish. Give him the fishing rod."

   Ignoring her questioning gaze, James walked down the bridge, his eyes fixed on the child shredding the troopers with his nails. Some sizzling corpses floated on the waters while others were in fetal positions around the feet of the struggling survivors. Lido pinned a malfunctioning trouper against the edge of the boat, snarling as he glared at the nonchalant white haired man.

   James wore an inscrutable face and brandished the minuscule wing-shaped piece in his hand. "People like you were the reason why Earth fell into a cesspool of mutiny. All what the Talon Guild wants to do is get rid of the risks here while keeping the rivet hypothesis true to its promise. Here, and now, starting from your head."

   Lido's face soured as his head inclined, his eyes deadset on something above. James scoffed and waved his hand in front of the kid's face. He derided while pretending to place the piece into his earlobe, "Oh, you don't understand anything? You want to understand? To have a mind like me? Then let me demonstrate it for you. Just like thi-IIIIIIISSSS!"

   James hissed involuntarily the moment a droplet of uncharted acid fell on his fingers. He dropped the piece and sucked on his fingers, looking up in irritation. His irritation melted into capitulated defenselessness when shielding his eyes to take a look at the source amidst the blinding sunrays; the burgundy bird was overhead, the swollen couds drawing closer to its menacing aura. Cradling venomous materials to build its poisonous nest, it sounded a muffled yet deafening sound. As soon as its wings start flapping and a collage of wind with gritty dust start pooling in, James ran back towards the woman, who was already starting the carriage in the form of a rover frantically. The surviving automatons tried to follow, only to be vacuumed into the whirlwind and thrown off. Lido ducked and let his head act as an anchor with his hands gripping onto the boat that began to float. He felt something prick his finger, and he instantly scooped the piece up and eyed it. Its edges were burnt to a crisp and the lines that resembled the feathers were lopsided. Nonetheless, he recounted how James was about to place the piece in his own ear as if it was a sleight of the hand. Driven by curiosity and recklessness, Lido stuffed the piece into his ear.

   Lido was met with a surge of something cold and steely. He squinted his eyes shut and a dozen wrinkles slithered across his forehead. The wind knocked out of him just like it was bringing the boat erratically towards the creature. Droplets of metal lashed his mind, and his ear throbbed with the pulsation of a drum. Actiology, humorogy, academology, romantology, mantology, sciencentology...a barrage of information oh so whelming! It was a blemish to his heart, but a burst to his mind.

   When Lido's crimson eyes peeled open, they were spiked with newfound clarity and lucidity. No, they were cleansed. These eyes felt like they could zoom beyond the ability of a wise telescope. Wise, telescope...Lido's head was swimming with things no animal would ever be privy to. He dizzily ruffled his head, his eyes weayr and fatigued despite being as clear as no waters in these weird lands of Nevah. He felt the boat rock, and he looked up to see no bird. His eyes widened and he immediately thrusted himself forward, hurtling as he tried to inspect the bird currently carrying the boat with its beak through his glitched vision. As soon as he found his voice, he delivered his first but most lethal blow with his chest, "Fly high, pterobaxyl."

   Lido reeled from his wistful stupor and he pinched his eye caruncles with both his fingers. He rubbed them as he thought of how much of that auspice of a material improved his life. Perhaps Haven was not so bad like his tribe would chant incessantly.

   Lido patted the pterobaxyl and turned around. His face was so numb that he was not aware of the uncharacteristically indulgent smile on his face, relishing in the wind from the aftermath of the spectacle of wallowing in the slew of memories and the literal whirlwind from his pterobaxyl friend from earlier. He only noticed it morph into a frown; the very same gondolier from the now and his memories, petering out quickly, silhouetted against his peripheral vision. The wind whipping through his hair became bitter.

Nepomad: term coined from nepotism and nomad entitled to nevanese who have been raised under the wings of havenians so that there could be controllers and directors outside. Nepomads face certain the 'inclusion' penalty (opposite of expulsion to criminal Havenians) if they conspiratorially share what they learnt to other nevanese or abuse their acumen, for example, to overthrow the governors in charge of maintaining control and divide between Haven and Nevah known as the Talon Guild.

The Havenian Dogma: Actiology, humorogy, academology, romantology, mantology, sciencentology...

...Which unironically makes the acronym A-HARMS.