#Ahrim

[cronicas-de-desconocido]

¡Nueva portada! :D me tardé tres o cuatro horas dibujándola but here we are.

[elyx-syl]

Kindred Spirits (2016)

[missnightshade]

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Moiraine Sedai x Original Character

English is not my first language.

          

The first two days with the Aes Sedai were helpless. Moiraine was stubborn, quiet, misterious and infuriating. She was born with the irritating habit of speaking with her eyes, and they didn't say much as Ahrim herself wasn't trained to understand what was going on inside her mind. It was almost like Moiraine's hopes rested on the fact that the owner of the small yet comforting cottage was nothing but a normal person.

But the Blue Ajah also knew, or suspected, that Ahrim was not who she played herself to be. Not when she was the only living creature with enough courage to live as close to The Shadow City as they were. Even as far as she lived, Moiraine could feel the strength Mashadar held upon those lands, even if it lived inside the walls of the once great city of Aridhol. She was even more skeptical about her healer as the days rolled around and the brunette started to find herself learning bits about Ahrim's life as she was the only one that could make the house less silent. Not to mention the slight feeling she had running though her everytime Ahrim got as close as possible to heal her.

Moiraine listened carefully to her every word and everytime, the green-eyed woman almost believed that her company for the week was actually invested in her stories on the run. The Sedai wanted to know more, she was sure. But it was only to suffice her knowledge of the person she didn't trust. Not being able to fully use her channeling abilities without promoting herself to death bed, it was useless to look for something if not by listening.

She wasn't the type to easily trust. In a world in which the Dark One's forces  were stronger by the minute, it seemed too much to ask from her. Ahrim, on the other hand, touched her shoulder like she was familiar with Moiraine's presence, and like she could kill her at the same time.

In fact she couldn't. Not only by her oath, but also because of her weeping strength. It was better than before crossing paths with the woman standing just outside, feeding the few birds that would come to this place in hopes to find easy food. As the woman, dressed in a navy dress with white details moved around the backyard and back to the house, the Sedai winced in pain, but didn't wander away from the window to sit down and rest, like Ahrim told her to. She worried that these extra days of traveling would end up with the kids killing themselves, but there was little she could do in that state.

“I told you to stay in bed," the voice echoed inside the house and Moiraine was sure that from the far cry of her tone, she was still in the kitchen.

It took a few more minutes till the healer was inside the room she was occupying. Moiraine's eyes were glued to the forest, but a smirk played on her lips as she heard Ahrim exasperated sigh, putting something on the nightstand before approaching her.

“It'd be much easier to care for you if you listened."

“I'm not much of a listener.” was her response as she distanced herself from the window, deciding to sit on the bed before Ahrim lost her patience. “And was never good at following rules."

She smiled that wicked smile Ahrim hated, and then loved. It was exciting, and had the power to drive you in like a senseless puppy in need of attention. She hated it.

“I'm not making rules for you, I'm trying to keep you alive." Ahrim answered, carefully siting in her usual chair, bringing the cloths, hot water and herbs closer. Her eyes analyzed Moiraine, and then again the brunette felt a pulling in her own power, but the sensation was gone fast enough. “And you've shown yourself to be good at listening, giving that you're not much of a talker."

“I'd simply like to know you.", There was a long pause and none of them said anything while Ahrim's hands worked to put aside the yet to change shirt she was dressed in. And then again, while she was cleaning the wound, Ahrim looked too focused and too good at what she was doing. Another pulling inside her body and the slight pain of the wound made her talk. “Its uncommon the circumstances we've found you in.”

“ I found you." was all ahrim said, as quick as possible, hoping to cause a diversion in the subject, already feeling the direction it was going.

“ In the middle of nowhere, close the Shadar Lagoth, where not even Trollocs dare to enter. Still, you've built a life here and seem content with it." she conspired, eyeing how Ahrim's expression grew darker, and how uncomfortable the touch against her skin became. “Why? Why do you live here? What are you hiding from?"

There was a sudden movement. Ahrim was standing within the second, hands slightly shaking as the chair balanced itself almost getting knocked from ralt. Moiraine saw how nervous she looked, almost mad. Ahrim eyed the wound, halfway taken care of, but left the room without a second glance. The lady knew then she had put salt in an open wound, too much to ask for the blonde's ever bright nature to cope with.

The other next two days were different. On the day Ahrim almost fell apart, she eventually went back into the room to finish up attending to Moiraine before her body was taken over by the poison again. By the end of the forth day there was hope Lan was going to be back soon, and that Moiraine was going to be alright.

Ahrim was scared for too many reasons. She cared for the Aes Sedai, yet was afraid of her and what she meant after their little situation the day prior. She was always on the verge of breaking whenever the older woman did as little as looking at more for more than a few seconds. It was a behavior that made Moraine doubt, and care too much for the younger one. The fragility and humanity shown was enough to break the walls she Blue Ajah carefully built to survive the days spent with her. But now, as the feeling of Lan became a little closer to home, she feared her time was limited. Ahrim also feared Moiraine's time was limited, but for other obvious reasons.

Not many survive with Trollocs poison for so long.

As the forth day came to an end, Ahrim was set by the fire. It was a particularly cold night, and being surrounded by woods didn't provide as much heat as they needed. Her mind was going into spirals. Moraine didn't even need to hear her steps around the house at dawn to know that she wasn't sleeping soundly for the past days.

The Blue Ajah was out of the bed. Somehow Ahrim managed to help her with bath more than twice, and it was the most intimate she's been with someone other than Lan in two years. So, as she ghosted against the doorframe that led the open living area and shared kitchen to the corridor, she was dressed in one of her spare clothes packed for the long two-year trip. It was the most comfortable set of clothes she had, just a simpler version of the one she was wearing before, but without her Ajah covering her shoulders as Ahrim made sure to wash it and it was now waiting for the sun to dry in the next morning.

Green eyes looked at her after a while, and even though she'd heard little from Ahrim in the last days, she somehow found herself already knowing what that look meant. So, as quietly as possible, she approached the woman sat on the ground, with a heavy blanket under her, and another resting of her lap. As she found a place beside the woman and blue eyes bore into the flames of the fireplace, listening to the cracks of the fire, soft hands brought the blanket over her sitting body, sharing it enough.

They stayed like that for a while, no one daring to talk as they had since the inconvenience. But they were never that close. Partly because two bodies produced heat. Partly because they both needed it.

“It's painfully awkward to hear your voice only ever so often.” Moiraine was the first to speak, eyes shifting from the fire to look at Ahrim's blank expression, lit by the flashing pattern of the flames. “I am truly deeply sorry if I've said something that upset you. It was not my intention to do so by making you feel uncomfortable inside your own home."

The blonde woman stayed like that, apathetic, for another painful amount of time that even made Moiraine sure that whatever was awakened by her words, it wouldn't be undone till she was gone and thriving away from her life. It was saddening, almost, to think like that.

“ I'm from Caemlyn.” her voice and information surprised the brunette that was now comfortable in a position that allowed her to look between the glowing fire, and the gloomy once-sunshine girl. “Born and raised. Had a family, two younger siblings. A boy that must be twelve now, a girl that should be eight. When I left they were eight and four. It was the most painful thing. To look at them and my mother and know that, even if they cried and suffered, it'd still be better that way.”

Ahrim's voice was soft and full of sorrow, but no hint of crying came. Moiraine was sure she had gone through all of those words over and over again in the past four years, untill it didn't made her cry anymore. She didn't ask why. She couldn't. And she didn't have to.

“ I - they were in danger. Being next to me, that is. I knew that when I hurt my sister. She was so young and even if it was a small thing, the next time it wouldn't. So I ran away. Found a place that I'd be safe, and keep them, anyone else, safe.”

“There's nothing safe about this land, Ahrim. ” she corrected, holding her hands under the blanket. They were warm, but shaky.

“ You and Lan were the first ones in years to stop by, and giving your state, it was rather uncommon." Ahrim said, almost smiling. “ I was uncomfortable because you were right. And I didn't want you to be. I didn't want to be afraid of you. But then I was, I still am. But -

“But?" She stared at her, blue eyes meeting hazel.

“ You pull me in enough to make my mind too foggy. I fear for your health more than I fear for my own.”

Those words were almost like knifes. As Moiraine nested closer to her heat, her head fell on Ahrim's shoulders and she felt too week to do anything, say anything. It was like this half painful confession brought two sides of the same coin, and only one could be chosen to play with. So she chose none.

Chose not to care what Ahrim's past meant while tangled with her newfound admiration of the younger, or what Ahrim's  feelings towards her meant against her fear. It was too complicated to understand, and her body felt like giving up against the blonde's frame, until there was nothing in her mind but the sound of cackling fire.

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In the next day, things went hellish. Light forgive Ahrim, but the only thing running though her mind was how unfair it was that Moiraine's life was again in the line.

Last night she felt Moiraine slipping away after their talk. At first she was certain it was only the comfort of heat and a body to rest on that slowly lured her to sleep, but after a few minutes of almost vanishing breathing from the Sedai, she stared to panic.

There was no apparent reason as to why Moiraine was suddenly fighting for her life again. She was treating the wound, it was much better and almost free from the superficial poisoning. So, after another sleepless night trying to keep her alive, she decided that the poison was already taking over her body from deep inside.

When Lan got to the house, on the marked fifth day, he had a beautiful woman by his side. Ahrim was exasperated, and one look from her was enough to tell him how bad things were.

“ Found a camping two days from here. There'll be someone there to help her.”

As the big man went closer to the bed, Ahrim's stepped in front of the unconscious, pale and dying Moiraine, holding a face that was far too serious for herself. She looked at the woman with braids and dressed in green behind him, looking at anything but the two. Was she not an Aes Sedai? She had to be.

“ She won't survive an hour moving in the back of a horse. She'll barely make out alive here if someone doesn't cure her with magic.”

Lan was lost to say the least. He thought he'd have more time, but the encounter with the Wisdom of The Two Rivers was an issue he was not proud to address. He looked at her, questioning once more if she could do anything.

“ I'm no witch. But I can take a look and see if I have something to hel-"

Ahrim almost rolled her eyes at that, patience and time slipping as fast as anything. She was going to scream at her, the stress taking over, before there was a week voice calling.

“Lan?"

As answering the call from the Wheel, the man was by Moiraine's side. She was delusional, mumbling things no one could understand, but Lan seemed to. And whatever it was, didn't sit well with Ahrim. It was almost like they were accepting to see each other for the last time.

The second Lan was standing again, there was a soft touch of cold hand against hers. Moiraine was using her last drop of strength to call for her, and pull her in.

“ Hey...stop, please. ” Ahrim pleaded, eyes shinning with worry and tears. She barely had her there. She was fine, healthier. “Stop trying to say goodbye, I won't do that. ”

There was a faint smile in Moiraine lifeless features, and her fingers were suddenly intertwined with the younger's ones, before Ahrim felt like she could be lost there too, alongside Moiraine. And by the Light, why everything in her life had to be a lost? She was so tired of wanting something, of having to taste it just to never do it again. Her family, her life, her powers, her -- Moiraine.

Moiraine was quiet again, the breathing getting slower by the second, and the grip on her hand weaker. A wave of another kind of fear and something with the resemblance of hatred and hurt burst inside of her, and for the first time since meeting Moiraine and Lan on that dammed clearing on her side of the woods, Ahrim allowed herself to fully channel, a wild and reckless type of magic flowing through her by manifesting the true Talent that she was best at: healing.

It's been ages since she'd done it the last time, and if felt as learning to ride a horse. It ran freely, almost uncontrollably so. And just as she felt herself losing her control and focus in healing Moiraine's almost dead body, there was another softer and tamed channeling of the one power tangled with hers, a silver mist grounding Ahrim's before her eyes found the infuriating Blue Ajah bringing her back from the road she promised herself not to travel close to any other human.

As she poison was absorbed and sucked by Ahrim's magic, the brunette's cheeks gain another colored tone Lan haven't seen since the blade tone into her, and a breathless Ahrim almost fell, hands grasped the younger before she could collapse on the floor, instead falling over Moiraine's recovered body.

Not a sould moved inside of the room. Lan was too shocked to say anything regarding the exposure of a channeling woman he didn't know. The Wisdom was almost sure she was seeing a crazy sick show and it was all a freaking prank. Ahrim's mind was blank, she was tired and emotionally drained with all of the feelings that had gone through her since Moiraine came into her life, and Moiraine herself was too stunned by the power Ahrim held. Now her mind could pick up the pieces from what she felt around the healer. Could understand better her fear towards the Sedai and what her presence meant.

“ You're...a Wilder.” was all she whispered, looking down to the woman struggling to lift her own body from the place Moiraine had offered her against her chest. “And you saved me.”

Her voice was incredulous, but not mad, not threatening or meaning anything more than what It was. Ahrim's was a rare kind of women that survived touching the source without being trained by the tower. The one in four. And she'd found her. A woman that exposed herself and risked being taken to the tower just so she wouldn't die. They were left alone then and there, the other two humans deciding that it was none of their business.

“I guess I did." she breathed out, looking down at the place where it'd be the familiar wound. Now there was just a faint scar that her untrained magic made sure to leave behind, but Moiraine didn't mind it at all. Maybe I'd be good to have a mark to remember Ahrim by.

“ I won't tell. This...whatever it was, or is, won't leave me, or you." she promised, touching Ahrim's face. The younger looked at her fully, the words said In the previous night replaying on her mind.

She risked it all, and would do it again if it meant Moiraine would be okay.

“ But I fear that now that I found you, I can't let you go. Nothing happens without a reason, and you're one of mine." the cheesy tone came around as the older one predicted that whatever natural spell Ahrim had only by existing worked on her judging by how her heartbeat was fastening as the blonde, still tired, moved to fully lay beside her instead of over her.

“ I was the one to find you...and Lan.” she reminded her. Her sentence, kept so much to read in between the lines.

I don't regret.

I'd go wherever you want me to.

I'm not afraid anymore.

Keep me by your side and tell me this is alright to feel.

The Blue Ajah, just as tired as the Wilder, laughed lowly. She knew they had too much to decide, and places to go. A world to save. But, at that moment, she allowed herself to feel how lovely intimacy felt with Ahrim, and how good it was to hold and be held.

“ You sure did, Darling. ”

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[verac]

kindred spirits truly is the perfect quest because it lets you set ahrim on fire repeatedly. now granted you can do that if you use magic during a barrows run too, but it just isn't as satisfying

[wifemaiden]

Do Aludora and Arachia have similar wedding traditions to each other? I’m wondering how much (more) of a culture shock Calle is in for when Ahrim decides it’s time for a wedding

Hope you’re doing well! 🫶

hehehe, i'm so glad you asked! i've actually thought a lot about the wedding traditions of arachia, as we'll see in the later parts of dreadspider...

all i'll say is that they have a veeery peculiar custom! it originated thousands of years ago with the old arachians, and has seen a lot of different interpretations over the years (some tamer than others)

aludora, on the other hand, is fairly standard! emotional ceremony in a place of the gods, followed by a feast and dancing (royal aludoran weddings have had some truly insane, over the top parties– one in particular– which i can't wait to write about one day!)

thank you so much for your question!!

[shakutech]

I've been playing osrs on my main again so I guess this is a runescape blog now.

I finished zeah and desert elite diaries and I only have western provinces and wildy left.

While I was getting 91 thieving at vyres I was very lucky with blood shards.

Speaking of luck, I got ahrim's robetop on my 7th chest.

...and a jar of darkness on my first skotizo kill.

Here are my current stats. I somehow started enjoying thieving so I'm probably going for 99 in that.

[lesser-known-composers]

Fritz Kreisler (1875-1962) - String Quartet in A Minor

00:00 I. Fantasie 09:03 II. Scherzo. Allegro vivo, con spirito 15:45 III. Einleitung and Romanze 22:06 IV. Finale. Allegro molto moderato

Robin Scott, Itamar Zorman, violin • Dimitri Murrath, viola • Ahrim Kim, cello

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

None of my friends play OSRS but I have to tell someone I just got a Warped Sceptre in 1 warped bird kc I'm so excited

Hey nice! The warped sceptre is such a quality of life for irons, and just in general tbh. Much cheaper to use, can buy both runes in pack, and you dont need 87 slayer to get it. Hope you get to crush some bario bros and spoon an ahrims piece~

[imunbreakabledude]

lmao @ reddit comments on echo boss reveals being like "wow a lot for melee" "sad there's not much for mage or range" like. the reason there is a lot for melee and not as much for the other is because range and mage are already stupid OP based on what's gone down in past leagues. Melee DESERVED more fun options to feel competitive at all. it makes me almost a bit sad I did melee last time so will stay away from it this time...

but they're also missing that like.. range didn't get MANY echo items but having a fang-accuracy blowpipe, in the DESERT, so it only requires 1 region for the pipe+darts access+masori, is already pretty insane value for ranged. Also upon closer inspection the DKs echo drops are also INSANNE to combo with that, they give 15 range str EACH, which stacks INSANELY with a blowpipe, even before the possibility that it MIGHT get a relic buff to 1t attack speed. Like. Ranged doesn't need crazy exciting bonuses because it already has amazing options in the base game.

ditto for magic. Shadow is already insane and now available from 3 separate regions, so it makes perfect sense to me that multiple other relics are trying to offer other viable mage paths (ahrims with echo bgloves might be really strong, the hespori-salamander could function as a pseudo trident for people who don't pick kand, pre-shadow, and the thermy elemental drop makes elemental stuff somewhat viable against shadow and could potentially stack strongly with harmonised staff and/or smoke battlestaff)...

like of course they weren't gonna add big-ticket mage or range weapons when shadow is already just insane and ranged has tbow/blowpipe/zcb that are all insane and then bowfa as a semi-insane rival. but it's nice that they added some different gimmicks/flavors to cool melee endgame weapons so it's just literally forced into torva+scythe (or bulwark/justiciar if the defense buff melee relic returns). even still, melee is a bit limited by the fact that you basically really need to pick both Kandarin (for Piety) and Asgarnia (slightly lesser extent, for the vast majority of strength bonus armor and defenders, though the latter is semi mitigated in some combos by stuff like the wildy echo drop replacing a defender). I honestly hope they add even MORE perks that make melee more flexible such as potentially making piety unlockable another way. and that's with me still not planning to go melee focus this time!

additionally, I'm getting the vibe from these echo drops (as well as from the way they've been very vague about what 'combat masteries' entail) that this leagues might be way less of a single-combat-style focus and might encourage specializing in two styles or possibly getting to fully tribrid. Tbh, I kinda hope the masteries work in a way where there are several choices that you can combo with each other to EITHER minmax and make one style incredibly OP or make a really threatening but slightly less "big numbers always" tribrid build. i think that would be really sick and also help this league feel more distinct from past leagues.

currently I'm leaning towards a range focus (if it's still a one-style vibe) but I think what we've seen so far really does a lot to try to make multiple styles viable for most people.

[lathanelasharu]

启蒙导师。

FC: Lee Jeno.

Grupo: NCT.

Posición: Cantante, bailarín, rapero.

Disclaimer: personaje creado en base al juego de rol por White Wolf llamado "Demonio: La Caída".

ABOUT HIM

Nombre Recipiente: Xan Vhane.

Profesión: Médico cirujano.

Edad de recipiente: 26 años.

Nombre verdadero: Lathanel.

Edad verdadera: Desconocida.

Raza: Demonio tipo Asharu.

Poderes: Sanar, purificar, insuflar vida en un cadáver.

Debilidad: El mayor tormento de Lathanel es ser incapaz de ayudar o proteger a un humano del resto o de ellos mismos.

Descripción física: Xan Vhane es un hombre imponente, con una presencia dominante que llama la atención. Su cuerpo es delgado y atlético, testimonio de años de dedicación a su profesión de médico. Su cabello oscuro y despeinado enmarca un rostro cincelado, acentuado por unos ojos afilados y penetrantes que parecen contener el peso del mundo en sus adentros.

Descripción psicológica: Es un complejo entramado de emociones contradictorias y secretos ocultos. En la superficie, encarna el pináculo de la profesionalidad y la confianza, exudando un aura de control y competencia en su práctica médica. Sin embargo, esta fachada oculta un tumultuoso escenario interior dominado por la culpa, la vergüenza y un sentimiento constante de insatisfacción.

El perfil psicológico de Xan se complica aún más por una dicotomía inherente: es a la vez empático e indiferente, capaz de sentir una profunda compasión por sus pacientes y de no estar emocionalmente disponible cuando intenta mantener relaciones interpersonales. Este distanciamiento es un mecanismo de defensa, nacido del miedo a la vulnerabilidad y de una creencia profundamente arraigada de que no es merecedor de amor y felicidad.

Sin embargo, Lathandel residía como un intruso benevolente. Poseía una habilidad innata para discernir entre la luz y la oscuridad, una cualidad que se manifestaba poderosamente desde el cuerpo de su huésped humano. Durante los primeros meses de su existencia dentro de Xan, Lathandel absorbía los recuerdos y las experiencias de su anfitrión, descubriendo el descontento que pesaba sobre él.

Desde lo más profundo de la mente de Xan, Lathandel observaba con atención a cada acción, cada pensamiento, en busca de oportunidades para guiar a su huésped hacia un destino más brillante. Aunque estaba limitado por el cuerpo de Xan, Lathandel ansiaba la oportunidad de influir en el mundo exterior, de marcar una diferencia tangible en la vida de aquellos que los rodeaban.

STORY

La Caída y la Rebelión (Antes de llegar a la Tierra).

Lathandel fue una vez un venerado guardián de la vida entre los Asharu, encarnando sus ideales de estabilidad, serenidad y paz. Vigilaba a la humanidad con un sentido de cuidado paternal, guiándola a través de las pruebas y tribulaciones de su existencia.

La intuición de Lathanel, aunque no tan aguda como la de Ahrimal, le permitía vislumbrar el caos que sobrevendría si actuaban contra la voluntad de Dios o permanecían pasivos. Sin embargo, cuando Lucifer, el más brillante de todos, adoptó su postura, Lathanel vio en la rebelión no un desafío en sí mismo, sino un intento desesperado de salvaguardar el potencial mismo de la vida.

El debate que se desató entre los Elohim desgarró su esencia, pues su propia naturaleza era nutrir y sostener la vida, no verla sumida en el caos. Cuando los Asharu se presentaron ante la humanidad, la presencia de Lathanel fue como una suave brisa que avivó las brasas del potencial dentro de Adán, Eva y sus descendientes.

Trató de guiarles, de despertar suavemente el conocimiento y la conciencia que necesitarían para navegar por el mundo tras el destierro de los Elohim. La maldición que siguió, despojando a los humanos de su inmortalidad, dolió profundamente a Lathanel.

(Muchos años después...)

Köd, China

Nacido en la penuria, los primeros años de Xan estuvieron marcados por la lucha y la adversidad. Criado en los empobrecidos distritos de Köd, aprendió a valerse por sí mismo desde muy joven, sorteando las duras realidades de la vida con garra y determinación. Sin embargo, en medio del caos de su entorno, había un rayo de esperanza: un encuentro fortuito que cambiaría el curso de su vida para siempre.

Fue en una noche fría y lluviosa cuando Xan vio por primera vez a la que se convertiría en su esposa. Era una visión de calidez y delicadeza; su amable sonrisa, un faro de luz en la oscuridad que había consumido su mundo. Atraído por ella como una polilla por una llama, Xan encontró consuelo en su abrazo y su corazón se derritió bajo su amor inquebrantable. Su amor floreció y pronto tuvieron su primer hijo, un faro de esperanza en una existencia turbulenta. Con su carrera floreciente y sus bolsillos repletos de riquezas, Xan se permitió los lujos del éxito, viviendo una vida de ostentación y extravagancia. No obstante, bajo la fachada de prosperidad, acechaba la oscuridad, una sombra que amenazaba con consumirlo por completo. Xan ocultaba un oscuro secreto: un apetito voraz por los placeres carnales que no tenía límites. A pesar del amor y la devoción de su esposa, sucumbió a sus deseos más ínfimos, buscando refugio en los brazos de otras mujeres, y su adicción lo llevó a profundidades de depravación cada vez mayores.

Con el paso de los años, la fachada de Xan comenzaba a desmoronarse. La culpa y la vergüenza roían su alma como una herida supurante. Consumido por el odio a sí mismo y la desesperación, se encontró tambaleándose al borde del desamparo, con la mente consumida por pensamientos de muerte y desolación. Fue en su hora más oscura que Lathanel surgió desde las tinieblas, entrelazando su alma con la de Xan con la intención de poder llevar a cabo sus planes.

Esta fusión de esencias provocó una profunda transformación en la percepción de Lathanel. La confusión de Xan -su culpabilidad, su incesante necesidad de obtener satisfacción a través de conexiones pasajeras y sus enraizados sentimientos de insuficiencia- proporcionaron a Lathanel una comprensión íntima de la vulnerabilidad humana. Presentaba un fuerte contraste con el sereno distanciamiento al que estaba acostumbrado, obligándole a navegar por las caóticas corrientes de las emociones humanas y las complejidades morales de la existencia humana.

Curiosidades:

-A pesar de su confianza exterior, Xan alberga un miedo inusual a los espejos. Evita mirarse en ellos, sobre todo de noche, por miedo a lo que pueda ver o a lo que le devuelvan.

-Más allá de su vida profesional, Xan mantiene una pasión por la astronomía. Pasa incontables noches observando las estrellas y trazando mapas estelares, una pasión que encuentra relajante y estimulante, y que le recuerda la inmensidad del universo y el lugar que ocupa en él.

-Tiene dos gatos y los ama con su alma.

-Desde que Lathandel ocupa su cuerpo, su coraje se ha reflejado en Xan, no sólo ayudándolo a superar los peores obstáculos, sino también actuar de acuerdo a sus creencias más profundas.

-Tiene largas cicatrices en distintas partes de su cuerpo, algunas más notorias que otras, como las que tiene en sus brazos. Cada marca cuenta una historia, una memoria tallada en su piel.

[verac]

actually you know what. i can do this now

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

This is what I've been rocking at Phantom Maspuh btw. Wild to be busting out the void lol but it's giving me better kills than my Ahrims/God Hide swaps. The bolts are diamond dragon e and sapphire dragon e. The sapphire bolts get a huge buff in the fight and You can clear the soul split phase with them in like 3 hits. If you have an ACB or ZCB that's obviously better, and Tbow shreds it enough to be worth forgoing an Xbow for bolts. I've also seen a lotta BowFa and heard it's a good option. You can maybe bring Dragon Ruby E as well but then you have 3 bolt swaps and that might get messy. Its likely possible with an RCB but then you need to use Adamant Diamond bolts and Mithril sapphire and that's a huge DPS loss.

Anyways I think I've got a decent handle on this boss now after a few goes on PC, but I'm still yet to get a mobile clear. Hopefully I'm about to change that lol. Also check this out:

This guy has a 3x noted rune kites as a regular drop but also has the RDT drop 1x unnoted kite that's rarer than every unique and guess what I got.

The rest of this dudes drops are kinda nutty, but also 5-6m kills unless you have some of the best gear in game keep it from being absolutely cracked. They're definitely gonna nerf the drop table a little tho I think.

[amethyinst]

went on a scavenger hunt, only place i could find "ahriman ibn ahrim" was in this newsletter for the neverwinter chapter of the amtgard LARP: https://www.amtgard-eh.com/gallery/Archives/Neverwinter/EclipsedStar-March2001.pdf

Neverwinter encompasses Florida, South Georgia, and parts of South Carolina: https://sites.google.com/view/neverwinteramtgard/#h.cel00mvno3r

According to the Amtgard wiki, Silverwater is a now defunct kingdom: https://wiki.amtgard.com/Silverwater.

it was a founding chapter and many members went on to found other chapters :) here's a picture of them in 2007!

and here is Ahriman's wiki page, which i couldnt find cos of a spelling mistake in the geocities page: https://wiki.amtgard.com/Ahriman_ibn_Ahrman

It seems there isn't much about him after 2007, and his real name isn't anywhere. I hope he's still LARPing somewhere...

original url http://www.geocities.com/Paris/LeftBank/1279/

last modified 2007-10-02 04:20:38

[imunbreakabledude]

okay i've killed like 70 tormented demons on task now and here is my review so far (as compared to demonic gorillas)

i don't like. but i also didn't like demonic gorillas

i dont even care that the regular drops are "shit" (honestly they aren't that bad, personally I would be ok with the loot being far shittier if the uniques were slightly more common, but WHATEVER) these just feel like... well, half fun to rip through with big hits, but also half clunky and clicky

it's kinda cool that mage is sorta relevant here (dark demonbane is better dps than bowfa/crystal, so I'm going melee/mage), but also boy howdy does it make already boring-but-click-intensive mobs even more click intensive

have to recast thralls every minute. have to recast mark of darkness every minute.

have to bring a 5/6 way gear switch for good DPS ... no lazy option like my 1-2 or 2-3 way switches i brought to demonics (im contemplating going back to moons of peril to try to get blue moon chest/legs and camp those instead of switching between ahrims and fighter torso)

the timing for the fire bomb thing is so annoying compared to demonic gorilla's rocks... i know it's supposed to be more 'engaging' but it's just annoying. and fighting the instinct of basically every other monster in this game that has a "dodge the incoming rock/bomb" mechanic, where you can click away as soon as you see the projectile, to WAIT a few ticks to be able to hit the 2 tick window of clearance, and also having to awkwardly stretch my thumb to control-click to run, it just doesn't feel... intuitive, the way a bunch of other pvm mechanics do. like you're punished for being too QUICK to react... or if you wanna be "quick" you have to sit there and spam click until it works... it's partially just that I don't have it automatically down yet but i am not a fan of it

i also don't really have the timing down for taking advantage of their shields going down, i anticipate it will feel more enjoyable once I am able to reliably get the big Smacks but also it's sad that half the time I can't Smack because they're praying melee and i only have dharoks for Big Bonk, i don't have a ballista or w/e, I mean I suppose I could bring a crossbow switch just for this but that feels not at all worth an inventory spot

hopefully in another 50-100 kills it'll feel ingrained enough that i can watch tv while killing them like i could with demonics because otherwise this will be kinda miserable lmaooo

[cronicas-de-desconocido]

Les presento la portada de la secuela de La muerte en las montañas y el rey buitre, por ahora sigo sin fecha de publicación, pero si las cosas marchan bien, espero que sea el siguiente año.

Sigo sin saber dibujar, pero traté lo mejor que pude c:

[nikolliver]

Eepy ahrim

his shit ass posture caught up with him… at least sun left him the pillow

If i can’t have poor posture without pain neither can he (projecting, sitting incorrectly and complaining about my back problems as we speak (i don’t know how to sit comfortably))