#рондеру лидж куммар

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🔥🔥🔥 Ronderu the Goddes of War 🔥🔥🔥

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Sahuldeem/Kaleesh Q&A #4

Here we go again! If your questions are featured here, I’ve included your username in the tags! And do note I’ve also included the spoiler tag. >_> (questions bold; answers italic)

Out of curiosity, what first got you interested in the Grievous backstory? Boy, I wish I had a COOL STORY, but it’s pretty much: General Grievous was randomly brought up in something I was watching and so I started searching around and came across clips of his 2003 incarnation—on two separate occasions over the course of multiple years. It took until the second time this happened for me to latch onto it, possibly because was around the same time as the combined hype for The Rise of Skywalker (which did not live up to it) and first season of The Mandalorian (which did). I very quickly went from “hey, this guy does have a cool design” to “what’s his story?” and the rest is history.

Please tell us so much about Kaleesh biology. How good is their hearing? Are their bones more or less flexible than humans? How much can the average Kaleesh bench-press? How much can Qymaen bench-press? What’s the closest living relative to the Kaleesh in the Kalee animal kingdom? What’s the purpose for the tusks, beyond aesthetics?

I’m in love with your worldbuilding and have about as many questions as Huk Qymaen has killed. Oh jeez, thanks! There are questions here that I HAVEN’T actually put much thought into, oh no! The best I can do without doing some improvisational worldbuilding is: their hearing is at least as good as a human’s; the average Kaleesh warrior can bench-press…uh, more than Sheelal-era Qymaen (sorry buddy); and yeah, tusks are pretty much all about display/aesthetics (they are secondary sex characteristics and...well, more along the lines of “eyy check these out” than “LET ME FIGHT YOU WITH MY FACE”).

Sometime I recommend transliterating Kaleesh words into Cyrillic and running them through Google Translate’s Russian text reader. It’s so satisfying. Долхлава. Какмусмэ. Урукишнугал. Колкправис. Рондеру лидж Куммар. Амаги дин Ку-лиана. Малга Шапра.

(No, I didn’t just spend all night doing this, why do you ask?) First of all, this was really fun to do. It’s still wild to hear these words and names said out loud! Usually sounds spot-on, too. Second and less relevant, I was FAR too proud of myself for being able to remember enough Cyrillic to be able to read all of the Kaleesh words up there. But of course context helps. :’D

You know what would be cool? A picture of the entire Gang together before ... you know. This is something I have indeed considered drawing! Someday… Maybe a candid group photo with some sort of salvaged Huk cam that Amagi and Jindra have just figured out how to make work? xD

So Ronderu’s what, three years older than Qymaen? Two? Three years, weighted closer to four than to two. (note to self: Kaleesh calendar)

I absolutely adore and admire the amount of detail and work that you've put into this fanfic, I really wish this was current canon! This has also gotten me interested in wanting to know more about the Kaleesh–Bitthævrian War and Grievous's grandmother who was in it, while also inspiring me to want to make my own headcanons about it. Thank you so much! It sure is MY personal canon, and I’m so glad there are some folks out there enjoying it and drawing inspiration from it, too. I can’t see myself having the energy anytime soon to flesh out more about the Kaleesh-Bitthævrian War and his great-elder-mother, but it certainly would be very cool to read a short story about it~ ;D (btw, according to the “The Story of General Grievous: Lord of War” article, it was his great-grandmother, not his grandmother, who fought in the Kaleesh-Bitthævrian War. I think Wookieepedia may have been updated incorrectly at some point!)

That is an interesting revelation in the new chapter! I was wondering, is Zigmash & the concept of 'Planet Name' Spice something you created, or are you building off of something from the EU? Ah, so Aza just refers to zigmash as “Kaleesh spice” for lack of a better descriptor; it’s clearly a drug and it’s from Kalee, but it makes it offworld so rarely there’s no general term for it. Zigmash itself is my invention; Kalee’s resources were not considered valuable to the Yam’rii, but that’s not to say they have to be entirely nonexistent! (in this case, there is DEFINITELY stronger, more desirable spice out there in the galaxy; as Aza herself notes, it’s more the scarcity and unusual source that makes it marketable).

Sooooo the kaleesh babies

They are adorable, mother instinct activated!

But then i realized something, read it somewhere else on the Internet that said Grievous had like 30 children after Ronderu's death, any specific thoughts on that I'm just curious👀

(Qymaen doesn't look that fertile but who knows) I mean. Well. Yeah. Give him time. (and…10 wives…) >_> ...Also Kaleesh reproduction ≠ human reproduction, wheee~ ........................You’ll learn more about all of this in Part Three.

What do Zaebar’s and Amagi’s kakmusmal look like? I do plan on drawing them sometime! (that reminds me, I still need to draw clan sigils! augh! so many plans, so little time!) Most kakmusmal look pretty similar, since they’re all carved to fit the general shape of Kaleesh faces, but they use different animal skulls (common to the region) for the base. Zaebar’s is likely from a pakozri, and Amagi’s is made from an amsi.

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Shhh! They're sleeping, don't wake up!

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And yes, l named the file 《Cuddling Kitties》

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You've already seen this work with little Ronderu, but I suddenly wanted to share the context to it. The text is pretty old)

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Вы уже видели эту работу с маленькой Рондеру, но я внезапно захотела поделится контекстом к ней. Текст довольно старый)

...The shouting and the ringing of the bell was clogging my ears. The pungent, monstrously stinky smell of other people's blood, smoke, and burnt flesh clogged my nostrils. Snow, wet and flaky, clogs his eyes. Ronderu looks around, spinning her head helplessly. She tries screaming, calling for her parents, but the once peaceful village was too noisy, her high, tearful cry drowning in the frantic noise. It was so scary. She had never been so scared, hurt, and lonely as she was now. Ronderu jerked to the side, toward the dilapidated wall of some structure. Huk, huge and three times her size, was dragging a pair of nearly fluttering Kaleesh' through a sparking net. She tried not to move or breathe, hoping that the damned Huk wouldn't notice her. He turned his unsightly head on his thin neck toward Ronderu, his cold still eyes staring directly at her. She didn't know if he was chasing her; the little Kaleesh girl rushed from him at full speed. She ran, bumping into walls, and like someone alive, not knowing where her feet were taking her. Ronderu stretched to her full height, tripping over something. It was Lig sword. Alone, without the pair it was supposed to have. She picked it up, struggling to lift the weapon, too heavy and unwieldy for such a young warrior. The sword was less scary. Exhausted, numb with fear, she slowly wandered what she thought was the direction of her home. Ronderu sobbed softly, her throat aching and her voice lost from screaming, her parents never coming. She felt rather than heard footsteps behind her. Ronderu turned around and her eyes widened with horror. Instead of a Kaleesh — she was sure it was a Kaleesh — behind her stood Huk. So huge that he seemed to obscure the light and rested his head against the sky. Ronderu backed away, clutching her sword to her chest. Terror seized her, and she had no strength to run. Everything around her trembled, unbearably white, blinding. It was as silent as if all sound had suddenly vanished. And then the whole world collapsed.

The small band of Kaleesh walked knee-deep in snow, stained with ash and multicolored blood. They were on their way to see if anyone had survived the Huk attack in the small village next door, on the very outskirts of Grendaju. Amidst the ruined houses and crumbling greasy black ash, they found a trembling little girl clutching a lone Lig sword to her chest.

Her name is Ronderu, and she destroyed her entire clan. Years later she will be called Kummar, the demon of the nightmare.

But it won't be now, for now she is just a little girl, curled up in the snow with her sword in her arms with no strength.

She had no strength even to lift her head, she did not resist when the older Kaleesh of the group took her in their arms. She leaned her head on his shoulder and swayed in time with his footsteps, clutching her first weapon in her hands...

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...От криков и звона закладывает уши. Резкий, чудовищно-зловонный запах чужой крови, дыма и паленой плоти забивает ноздри. Снег, мокрый и хлопьями забивает глаза. Рондеру оглядывается по сторонам, беспомощно крутя головой. Она пробовала кричать, звать родителей, но в некогда мирной деревне было слишком шумно, ее высокий надрывный крик тонул в неистовом шуме. Так страшно. Ей никогда не было так страшно, больно и одиноко как сейчас. Рондеру дернулась в сторону, к полуразрущенной стене какой-то постройки. Огромный, втрое больше нее Хак волочил в искрящей током сети пару почти уже и не трепыхающихся калишей. Она старалась не двигаться и не дышать, в надежде, что проклятый Хак не заметит ее. Он повернул свою несуразную голову на тонкой шее в сторону Рондеру, его холодные неподвижные глаза смотрели прямо на нее. Она не знала, погнался ли он за ней, маленькая калишанка бросилась бежать от него со всех ног. Она бежала, натыкаясь на стены, и точно на кого-то живого, не разбирая, куда несут ее ноги. Рондеру растянулась во весь рост, споткнувшись обо что-то. Это был меч Лиг. Один, без положенной ему пары. Она подобрала его, с усилием поднимая слишком тяжелое и громоздкое для столь юной воительницы оружие. С мечом было не так страшно. Измученная, онемевшая от страха, она медленно брела, как ей казалось, направлении своего дома. Рондеру тихонько сипела, горло болело, а голос пропал от криков, родители так и не пришли. Она скорее почувствовала, чем услышала шаги позади. Рондеру обернулась и ее глаза расширились от ужаса. Вместо калиша, — она была уверена, что это калиш, — позади нее стоял Хак. Такой огромный, что он, казалось, застилал свет и упирался макушкой в небо. Рондеру попятилась, прижимая меч к груди. Ужас сковал ее, сил бежать не было. Все вокруг затряслось, стало невыносимо белым, слепящим. Стало так тихо, словно все звуки разом исчезли. А потом весь мир рухнул.

Маленький отряд калишей шел утопая по колено в снегу, перепачканном пеплом и разноцветной кровью. Они шли проверить, выжил ли кто после нападения Хаков в соседней маленькой деревеньке, на самой окраине Грендаджу. Посреди разрушенных домов и осыпающихся жирным черным пеплом тел, они нашли дрожащую маленькую девочку, прижимавшую к груди одинокий меч Лиг.

Ее зовут Рондеру, она погубила весь свой клан. Годами позже ее будут звать Куммар, демон из ночного кошмара.

Но это будет не сейчас, пока она всего лишь маленьк��я девочка, без сил свернувшаяся на снегу в обнимку с мечом.

У нее не было сил поднять даже голову, она не сопротивлялась, когда старший калиш из группы взял ее на руки. Безвольно склонила голову ему на плечо, она мерно покачивалась в такт его шагам, сжимая в руках свое первое оружие...

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🧡Portraits🧡

🧡Портретики🧡

After the battle at the Shrupak temple, Ronderu and Qymaen go on reconnaissance with a couple more warriors, go higher, to the mountains near the sea, to check if any of the despicable huks are hiding there. There they find a half-dead, broken shuttle. In its interior were the remnants of weapons of the former, unknown, owners and rations spoiled by the prescription of years. Going down into the city, Qymaen and Ronderu ask the inhabitants if there is anyone among them who knows how to repair and manage the technicians of other worlds. Such a resident was found. White as a sun-dried bone, a tall and straight old man. Like Shoni spear said Ronderu, laughing. The old man gave her a cold, attentive look and nodded. So they cast him out, here in Kalee. What his real name was, no one knew. A descendant of mercenaries and pirates, born on the line where, he continued the work of his ancestors with enviable stubbornness and impudence. Lucky, dashing and evil, he piracy and mercenary for his own pleasure until the moment he crossed the path of an influential criminal leader. Then, forced to flee, he ended up in the homeland of his distant ancestors, in Kalee. Yes, he stayed there. It was quite a long time before the Kaleesh-Bittævrian War of 65 BBY, in which he also took part, in company with new pals and friends, since a peaceful, pastoral-quiet life in secluded hide and seek has already become frankly boring for him. Thus, Shoni, a skilled pilot and technician, goes to the mountains in the company of Ronderu and Qymaen. The ship was unknown to him personally (his own ship had been destroyed for many years), but Shony understood how to lift it into the air. So, the three of them began rebuilding the shuttle with parts from the Yam'rii technique. In addition, the old pirate taught Qymaen and Ronderu basic language and piloting. One day, Ronderu, in his hearts and with laughter in his eyes, calls the ship the Martyr, since a lot of work has been done, and, it seems, even more was to come. After the death of Ronderu, Qymaen sets off on the Martyr to the island-monolith of Abesmi, to pray to the gods to return Kummar to him. The pilgrimage did not give the desired results, and the name, once ironic and funny, became a full-fledged name that has a single meaning ... The Martyr faithfully served his now sole master, as if he were an extension of the body of not Qymaen anymore, but Grievous. Shortly before the end of the Huk war, the ship was shot down, but after it was restored in all its fighting glory. It is a pity that the ship, so faithful, obeying the light wave of the owner's hand, still could not save it from collapse, from the actual death of the kaleesh named Grievous.

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После сражения при храме Шрупак, Рондеру и Кимаен идут на разведку еще с парой воинов, идут выше, к горам у самого моря, проверять не кроется ли там кто из презренных хаков. Там они и находят полуживой, изломанный шаттл. В его нутре были остатки вооружения прежних, неизвестных, хозяев и испорченные за давностью лет пайки. Спустившись вниз, в город, Кимаен и Рондеру спрашивают у жителей, есть ли среди них кто, умеющий чинить и управлятся с техников иномирцев. Таковой житель нашелся. Белый, как высушенная на солнце кость, высокий и прямой старик. Как копье Шони, смеясь сказала Рондеру. Старик смерил ее холодным, внимательным взглядом и кивнул. Так его и звали, здесь, на Кали. Каково его имя на самом деле, не знал никто. Потомок наемников и пиратов, родившийся черте где, он продолжил дело предков с завидным упрямством и нахрапистастью. Удачливый, лихой и злой, он пиратствовал и наемничал в свое удовольствие вплоть до того момента, как переступил дорогу влиятельному преступному главарю. Тогда, вынужденный бежать, он в конечном итоге оказался на родине своих далеких предков, на Кали. Да там он и остался. Было это довольно задолго до Калишско-биттеврианской войны 65 ДБЯ, в которой он так же принял участие, за компанию с новыми приятелями и друзьями, так как мирная, пасторально-тихая жизнь в уединенных прятках уже стала ему откровенно скучна. Таким образом, Шони, умелый пилот и техник, отправляется в горы в компании Рондеру и Кимаена. Корабль был незнаком ему лично (его собственный корабль уже много лет как был уничтожен), но как его поднять в воздух Шони понимал. Так, втроем, они начали восстанавливать шаттл с помошью деталей ям'рийской техники. Кроме того, старый пират обучал Кимаена и Рондеру базовому языку и пилотированию. В один из дней, Рондеру в сердцах и со смехом на глазах называет корабль Мучеником, так как работы проделано было много, а предстояло, кажется, и того больше. После смерти Ронедеру, Кимаен отправляется на Мученике к острову-монолиту Абесми, молить богов вернуть ему Куммар. Паломничество не дало желаемых плодов, и название, когда-то иронично-смешливое, стало полноценным именем, имеющим один-единственный смысл... Мученик верно служил своему теперь уже единственному хозяину, он был словно продолжением тела теперь уже не Кимаена больше, — Гривуса. Незадолго до конца Хакской войны корабль был сбит, но после нее восстановлен во всей своей боевой красе. Жаль, что корабль, столь верный, слушающийся легкого мановения руки хозяина, все-равно не смог спасти его от краха, от фактической гибели калиша по имени Гривус.

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Hello! My name is Yana and i plan to draw here)

And tolk about things what i love ))

Here is my favorite pictures with kaleesh(es?)

the first three depict Ronderu lij Kummar on the last two - Rarek Kresh (my character) and her husband Qymaen jai Sheelal / Grievous

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Привет! Меня зовут Яна и я собираюсь рисовать здесь)

И говорить о вещах, которые я люблю ))

Вот мои любимые работы с калишами

На первых трех изображена Рондеру лидж ��уммар, на двух оставшихся — Рарек Креш (мой персонаж) и ее муж Кимаен джай Шилал / Гривус