⚙️ MEESCHLINGS: CLOCKWORK CUSTODIANS OF MYSTIC SCIENCE
A Chronicle of Gears, Grimspire, and the Arcane Divide
I. The Split of the Spark: Meeschlings & the Choice of Realms
When the war with the Netherin scorched the roots of Grimspire, the Meeschlings were among the first to adapt. Short in stature, but tall in spirit (and louder than both), they offered their wit, whimsy, and wild inventions to the Eldrin. Half remained—those loyal to Myrravale, building devices to hold back shadow and flame.
The others packed up their ticking trunks and sailed north to Rojour, muttering:
“I hear they’ve got room for laboratories up there. And less screaming.”
In North Rojour, these migrant Meeschlings became arcanist engineers, founding the Floating Colleges of Orrivar and lighting cities with lumin-thread. But in Grimspire… the war never ended.
II. Rodrick “Rod” Glimpsewhittle & the Rise of R.O.D.
It was Rodrick Glimpsewhittle—professor of Arcanic Theory and Never-Taking-Things-Too-Seriously—who birthed the first Auto-Meesch, an arcane construct meant to assist in delicate repairs and shield control. But when the Netherin unleashed a drake whelp called Deth'Grarr the Bile-Fanged, and the Eldrin scrambled for defense...
Rod looked at R.O.D., tapped his nose, and said:
“Well then, lad. Time to test that overcharged soul battery.”
R.O.D. stood his ground, lifted a cannon-hand, and deleted the sky lizard with one blast of pure arcanic energy.
Rodrick’s response?
“Right. Build more.”
Thus began the Clockwork Surge—a movement to mass-produce arcane defenders under the Auto-Meesch designation. Eldrin druids protested at first... until their homes stopped burning.
III. The Bubble of Bristlewhin & the Fall of Faelvine Hall
Inventor Wizzle Bristlewhin, famed for absentmindedness and tea obsession, is remembered for a single, world-saving line:
“Maybe if we encase the school in... well... a bubble, yes? Just a big bubble. Can't hurt.”
Her invention, the Faelguard Bubble Shield, would go on to repel three dragon sieges and a poorly cooked Meeschling chili explosion. Unfortunately, it came one semester too late. The original College of Arcane Theory—Faelvine Hall—was flattened by Deth'Grarr’s corpse after R.O.D.’s attack.
They still find charred scrolls in the grass.
IV. The Crystal Divide: Meeschling & Deep-Meesch Dissonance
Their cousins, the Deep-Meesch, once shared gears and laughter. Living in crystal-lit tunnels beneath Grimspire, the Deep-Meesch studied illusion, shadow, and experimental tech with eerie calm. But with time, differences brewed:
Surface Meeschlings sought balance.
Deep-Meesch sought secrets.
Some Deep-Meesch remained loyal, protecting the borders of Myrravale. Others… twisted their learnings into weaponry—culminating in the creation of the Constrükt, a stitched scarecrow machine pulsing with fear magic.
The moment Professor Rodrick saw the first ConstrĂĽkt, he simply said:
“That’s cursed as hell. Get it out.”
The Meeschling Council banned all ConstrĂĽkt-related projects and expelled the rogue Deep-Meesch responsible. Some say the expelled inventor still dwells in the ruins of Faelvine, whispering to broken clocks and broken dreams.
V. Present Day: Tinkers, Teachers, and Timekeepers
In modern Myrravale, Meeschlings serve as both defenders and dreamers. They run workshops, bubble labs, and clock towers. Young Eldrin now study arcanic mechanics beside them, learning how to bind bark to brass and enchant with equations.
Rodrick Glimpsewhittle, now in his 130s, lives in a house built by five Auto-Meesch who argue constantly. He insists it’s peaceful.
R.O.D. still stands guard at the edge of the forest—silent, watchful, occasionally offering tea to passing birds.
The war hasn’t ended. But thanks to the Meeschlings, it runs on precision timing, sparkling wit, and one hell of a bubble shield.