#AsDor

[iwillneverleaveyoulisbon]

[sonsuzlugunbasisblog]

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[miracles-0805]

Yok, olamaz dur, dur gidemezsin

Gozlerimin rengi dur, bulutlara donemezsin…

#asdor🥀

[thenerdyunhealthybrit]

I haven't watched it, just lurked - back when you watched it and then on Twitter. I think part of the problem is also they spent too long on the high school drama. 4 seasons in and they are still in high school because the ratings are strong as well. They play it safe. They could've taken a risk with a soft reboot - with a time jump and they could play adults instead. Because like you said they were just an ordinary couple and the drama and angst is limited as a high school couple (by dizi standards). I'm curious to see where they go forward with Asiye. Whether she'll get pushed to the background or leave - I remember reading how they wrote of Doruk's sister. Or given a new love interest. So I might continue lurking if tweets appear on my Twitter.

But good on the Doruk actor for leaving, because he looked too old to be in high school and who knows how long these characters will stay in high school. Theoretically the writers could get 10 seasons and they'd still be months away from graduating high school.

So they are really killing off Doruk? AsDor are the main reason (on social media) that people watch and care it seems? I know the show isn’t about them, but still… I think it’s clear this season will likely be the last. I get why the actor quit. This show is running longer than probably expected and he’s much older that Su Burcu. He’s 28. I think she is 18. He’s nearly 30 and his character is STILL in high school.

Yeah. I think it's really happening. I remember I wrote that the writers wouldn't kill off Asiye or Doruk unless the actors wanted to quit the show when Kadir died. So the actor who plays Doruk wanted to quit which is a good decision btw, and they had to write an ending by killing off the character. Sending a hug to anyone who needs it or is upset about the news but honestly I think there wouldn't be a good storyline for them even if he stayed in the show, I lost my hope about that months ago. If you take away secrets or main plot from the couple, Asiye and Doruk are just an ordinary high school couple. In S3 there was no progress, no conflict, no good type of angst written for them. The show turned into a mess (it had always been a mess, I know but I couldn't put up with the nonsense they wrote last year anymore) And now Doruk won't be there, so the whole Romeo & Juliet kind of love story is built up in vain. I'm sure that the problem is the production company. I think the company just wanted to milk the show until the very end and the writer team had no choice. Because the quality of the sets, the spending for the show seems low but the ratings and the sales to the other countries are good. So when there is an easy way to make money (which is to increase the amount of the episodes with spending less money) why would the producer care about the story? We have to remember this every time, this is an industry where people make decision not by thinking the quality but quantity -more episodes, more ratings etc. So I am adapted to the system, when things don't go in the way I like I just quit, don't do hate-watching and remember the times I have fun happily. That's it.

[elderly-scrolls]

thinkin about ozy seeing this in the mirror of innermost desires and just being like "that's weird". my man stupid as hell

[puttersmile]

(Crochet)

Oh wow thats asdorable. How long did it take to make that? And did you already have it done by the time the plush arrived? How did you know it would fit??

[snapdragonling]

by any other name

ozy/kallux, post-campaign, 2.8k 5 times ozy couldn't name the relationship (+ 1 time kallux could)

1.

It’s the third time in as many hours that he’s been roped into helping one of the Sanctuary’s elderly residents pack up their more cumbersome belongings. He’d attracted a small crowd of spectators, too — a collection of wizened pappoúdes with their hands clasped behind their backs, critiquing his form and spatial strategy as he piles a cart high with rugs and crates and bundles of clothes.

Demigod or not, he’s still sweating slightly by the end of it — though maybe that was more to do with the heckling. One of the women appears at his side with a cup of water, her face crinkling into a smile at his rasped thanks. They stand at the edge of the gathering, watching two ancient elves remove and replace the same box three times, arguing passionately throughout.

Ozy’s skin prickles. Months after his return to Asdor and he still wasn’t sure if this was a side effect of demigodhood or some other sense he’d honed solely out of a newfound awareness for everything Kallux did. Either way, he glances sideways to spot a familiar figure approaching from the Sanctuary’s entrance, and is quietly embarrassed by how much the sight pleases him.

“You alright?” he asks, as Kallux leans against the wall at his side, shoulder pressed to his. There were dark circles under his eyes that hadn’t been there the day before, when he’d stayed behind in the Last City at Riv’s request.

“Fine,” Kallux sighs. “I’m not cut out for bureaucracy.”

“Riv seems to think you are.”

“Riv just wants to keep a friendly face around.”

“Well,” says Ozy. “I don’t blame him.”

The corner of Kallux’s mouth twitches. “Flatterer.”

There’s the sound of conspicuous throat-clearing from Ozy’s other side. “And who’s this handsome young man?” his elder companion asks, leaning around to grace Kallux with her warm, creased smile.

“Kallux,” says Kallux, just as Ozy says, “My— uh,” and trails off abruptly.

The woman’s expression crinkles even further, decidedly amused now. “Ah, I see!”

“Do you?” Kallux asks dryly. “It’d be news to me.”

Ozy covers his face with one hand as the woman laughs, and lets the two of them strike up a conversation around him. He’s very aware of Kallux’s arm pressing against his the entire time.

2.

He and the former crown prince of Asdor rarely had reason to be alone together. Maybe that’s why the silence feels particularly pointed, as they watch Kallux laugh and chat with a merchant who’d recognised him on their walk around the market.

There’s a pleasant breeze filtering through the plaza. Ozy is happy to let the silence settle. Riv, it seems, is not.

He clears his throat and waves one hand vaguely towards Kallux and his companion. “So you two are…That is, you and Kallux are…”

He seems unwilling or unsure of how to end the sentence. Ozy can hardly blame him, given that he doesn’t know how to finish the sentence himself — but he understands the question well enough.

“We’re…mm. I don’t exactly know how to put it.”

“You care for him though?”

“Yes.” It’s easier to say it these days, two years out from the Void. “Very much.”

It’s not an answer to the original question, but it seems to satisfy Riv regardless. “Right,” he says, nodding once, firmly. “Well. I’m happy for you, you know. Kallux is…he deserves good things.”

Like a flash of sudden daylight Ozy remembers a conversation held in the shade of the Sanctuary’s great tree, what feels like a lifetime ago; remembers a prince despondently confessing his feelings, and Ozy cheerfully wishing him the best.

“Ah,” Ozy says. “I— thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The breeze picks up. They both watch as Kallux shakes the merchant’s hand, and her husband’s hand too. Ozy rubs idly at his jaw.

“I do intend—” he says, before he quite knows what he’s doing. “I…intend to make sure he has good things.”

Riv looks at him sideways. Nods again. “Good.”

3.

They’d gathered in Selto for Scratch’s birthday, the first time in a year they’d all been in the same place together. Celebrations had been understandably enthusiastic. Ozy had drunk a little more than he’d intended to, but so had Daichi, so at least there was that.

The two of them had claimed the kitchen counter for quiet drinking and observation, while Scratch and Zaref used something called a karaoke machine to make a great deal of discordant noise. Izzy was videoing the whole thing, assumedly as collateral.

Kallux had stepped out onto the balcony some time ago to smoke. Ozy’s eyes keep straying to the door, thinking about joining him — though he couldn’t quite muster the will to move. He’d really had quite a bit to drink.

“So you’re official right?” a voice asks out of nowhere.

Ozy blinks free from his reverie. Izzy had paused her videoing efforts and was leaning against the counter beside him, head tipped back to look at him through narrowed eyes.

“What?” he says.

“You and Kallux. I mean I just assumed, given all the—” She makes some kind of vague hand gesture that Ozy nonetheless interprets perfectly. “But you two are weird, so who knows.”

“Official?” he echoes slowly.

“Y’know. Officially a couple. Together. Dating.”

Oh. “I don’t know if dating is the word I’d…” He trails off, frowning. There it was again. He still didn’t know which word he’d use.

“Don’t tell me it’s still complicated,” Izzy groans, rolling her eyes. “It’s been three years.”

He could say something about elves and demigods and time. He’s still coherent enough to think better of it. He glances sideways at Daichi, hoping for some kind of aid. No dice. Daichi seems suddenly very interested in the live performance. “We’re…that is, we are…together, I suppose.”

“Wow, really selling me on it. Love the enthusiasm.”

Ozy’s thoughts are too syrupy for this conversation. The off-key singing in the background isn’t helping. “I don’t have to name it to know what it is.”

“But you do know what it is?”

“Well—” Ozy flounders. “Why the sudden interrogation?”

“Bored. And you’re funny when you’re defensive.”

“I am not defensive,” says Ozy. “I am drunk.”

Izzy leans over to pat him on the arm, nodding placatingly. “Right, sure. You know it’s okay if it’s just a casual thing, yeah? Nobody’s gonna judge you. Although if this is your idea of casual I’d hate to see serious, to be honest.”

If Ozy had been a little more sober he might have realised that Izzy was goading him. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered. Maybe he would have had the same response. Either way, the idea of perceived indifference — of his perceived indifference — makes his stomach twist. That wasn’t right at all. Surely even Izzy could see that.

“It’s not casual,” he says, so urgently the words run into each other. “Kallux— he’s everything to me. I just...you know I was — am — a mess. I’m still remembering how to…how to do this. It’s better not to say things until I remember. I want it to be right.”

He’s so focused on getting his point across that it takes him a moment to notice Izzy’s shit-eating grin. All his fervour evaporates abruptly.

The glass door slides open, admitting Kallux from the balcony. The multiple sets of eyes on him seem to give him pause; he looks faintly suspicious by the time he drops onto the couch beside the counter, glancing from Izzy and Dai back to Ozy.

“What’s that look for?” he asks.

Izzy beats him to the punch. “Hey Kallux,” she says cheerfully, “did you know you’re everything to him? He said it himself.” She points at Ozy for good measure, as if anyone could mistake her for meaning someone else.

Kallux’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh?”

Beside him, Daichi actually snorts. Betrayal.

“I’m being bullied,” Ozy mumbles. Izzy dissolves into self-satisfied cackles. Dai hides his smile in his drink. Scratch and Zaref launch enthusiastically into the next song. 

The weight of Kallux’s gaze on him is a comfortable warmth for the rest of the night — and, once they’re back at their hotel room, a good while afterwards too.

4.

The years of travelling back and forth between climates had built up a degree of resistance in him, but Skysong Keep was still abysmally cold. Manon takes pity on him and makes an immediate beeline for the nearest tavern, where the fire that roared merrily in the hearth chases the chill from his bones within minutes.

It was good to see Manon. Good to catch up. Good to needle her about her lady love, who Ozy hoped to meet if he stayed in town a few more days.

“If you’d brought Kallux along we could have made a night of it.”

“Oh, am I not enough company on my own?”

The knight captain chuckles. “You know what I mean. And how is your partner?”

“My—” Ozy clears his throat. “Ah, he’s well. He says to say hello.”

Manon makes a dubious face over her tankard. “What’s that tone for? Are you no longer involved?” 

“No, he’s— that is to say, yes, we’re still…involved.”

“You know I’m not familiar with Asdor’s customs, Ozymandias. If there’s a word you’d prefer I use, tell me.”

She only called him by his full name when she thought he was being particularly dense. Ozy sighs. “It’s not that. Partner is fine, thank you for the consideration, I just…” The comfortable buzz of the tavern fills his silence for several long moments. Manon waits patiently. 

“It feels…dangerous,” he says at last. “To name it so boldly. I’ve told him I love him and I still struggle to name it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but— well. I know what’s wrong with me. It’s still frustrating.”

Manon raises one brow delicately. “You told him you love him?”

“Yes, I know. Hold the applause.”

She knocks her tankard gently against his. “I’m not being facetious. That’s good to hear. Was he happy?”

Ozy recalls the night they’d spent in Selto after returning from outside the barrier, and the look on Kallux’s face when Ozy had said it again; remembers Kallux echoing the words in Elvish against the pulse at his throat, as if to hide the sentiment where nobody but the two of them could see.

“Yes,” he says. “I think so.”

Manon shrugs. “Well then, if it doesn’t bother him and it doesn’t bother you, don’t worry about naming it for now. I’m sure a day will come when the danger no longer seems so real, and you can cross that bridge when you get there.”

Not for the first time he’s grateful to have met this woman, all those years ago. “You have a way of making things seem very simple, you know that?”

“What can I say,” says Manon, spreading her hands. “I do my best.”

5.

It was still a strange sensation, walking someone else’s dreams. The first time he’d met Velasa in the dreamscape he’d thought it was the regular kind of unconscious meandering. Then they’d started talking, and kept talking, and none of the usual dream nonsense appeared to interrupt them.

He still wasn’t sure how it worked — whether it was solely his warlock’s intention that drew him to her, or a mutual subconscious decision. Either way, whenever she needed Ozy he found himself in her dreams.

This time he suspects Velasa just wants someone to talk to. He’s happy to oblige. They sit overlooking a flat, colourless ocean, and Velasa tells him about the state of her home in a flat, colourless voice. It was nice, being able to help someone just by merit of his presence. He was better at listening than he was at providing answers, anyway.

Velasa is just beginning to lose the tense, hunted posture that had followed her into sleep when the dream flickers abruptly. For a moment Ozy can feel the ghostly brush of fingers across his brow; the warmth of someone else’s skin against his, back where his body lay in bed. He lets the sensation wash over him and holds tight to the dream, waiting for the hazy landscape to resolve itself again.

When he glances back at Velasa she’s looking around in confusion. “Did you feel that?”

“I apologise, I think Kallux— I think I almost woke up.”

Velasa frowns slightly. “Kallux…the elf who was with you in the Shadowfell?”

He nods.

“Your husband?”

Ozy makes a sound that’s half a cough and half a choked-off laugh. “No, no. My…well. My other half. Better half.”

The dubious look Velasa gives him suggests she doesn’t see the difference. “Sorry if I’m keeping you from him.”

“It’s alright. I sleep, he doesn’t. We spend enough time together in the daylight.”

Velasa pulls her knees up and tucks her chin into her folded arms. “Let’s leave it at that. This feels like hearing about my father’s love life.”

That sentiment is enough to startle Ozy out of the dream completely. The ocean and Velasa dissolve unceremoniously into smoke, and suddenly he’s back in his bed, jolting awake against Kallux’s shoulder.

“Nightmare?”

He tilts his head back far enough to meet Kallux’s frown. “No,” he says blearily. “I’m fine, just— nevermind.”

“Hm,” says Kallux, but he doesn’t push, and strokes Ozy’s hair idly until he drifts off again.

+1

Kallux brings it up in the balnae of all places. 

(It’s not really surprising. Kallux liked to have these kinds of upfront conversations when Ozy had nowhere to hide, and a bath offered about the same degree of transparency as their bedroom. At least they had a private pool.)

“You know you have my permission,” Kallux says, combing unhurried fingers through his own wet hair, “to call me whatever you want. I’m not fussy.”

Ozy pauses to blink at him, soap still in hand. “Hm?”

“You stumbled again today, introducing me to that cleric. It’s not like I mind. Honestly I think it’s kind of cute—”

Ozy makes a small sound of consternation.

“—but you know you can just…name it. Name me.”

“I know,” Ozy sighs, because after almost a decade he does. He sets the soap back in its tray and sinks up to shoulders in the hazy water - about as close as he could get to hiding here. “I just…I was scared for the longest time, and now I can’t figure out which word is right.”

“You’re overthinking it. It’s not about right, it’s about want.”

“I want there to be a more all-encompassing title than the options I currently have. They don’t do you justice.”

Kallux rolls his eyes so hard his head tips back. “You are so dramatic sometimes, you know that?”

“I’ve been told. Do you have a suggestion, then?”

“Lover,” Kallux offers easily. “Partner. Boyfriend.”

Something warm stirs in his chest at the first two. At the last, Ozy recoils and shakes his head. “I love you more than words can express,” he says gravely, “You know my heart and soul are yours  — but you are not my boyfriend.”

Kallux snorts. “Fine, old man. But you’re my boyfriend. How about that?”

Ozy thinks about it. Thinks about it some more. Finishes washing the soap from his shoulders in the time it takes to examine the idea from every angle.

“Are you blushing?” Kallux asks incredulously.

At Ozy’s embarrassed silence he laughs and moves closer, water swirling around him. “You like that, huh?” he teases, skimming his hand up Ozy’s scarred chest to settle against his jaw, thumb catching on his lower lip. “If I’d known I would’ve been saying it years ago.”

Ozy grumbles wordlessly as he pulls Kallux into his lap. “You already have enough ammunition to use against me.”

“No such thing.” The kiss Kallux bestows upon him is shaped like his smile. Ozy leans back against the tiled wall and lets his hands roam, the steam and Kallux’s hungry mouth a heady combination, enough to idle away a few minutes with nothing more than languid kissing.

“I love you,” he says, as soon as Kallux gives him the room to speak.

“Well I’d hope so, being my new boyfriend and all.”

Ozy makes a show of pretending to push him away. Kallux laughs and holds tight to his arm. “Love you too,” he says, ducking to kiss Ozy’s cheek. “Even when you’re ridiculous and dramatic.”

He’s aware of how lucky that makes him. He tucks his face into Kallux’s shoulder and sinks into the circle of his arms, savouring the sharp smell of soap and the gentle scrape of nails through his hair. “Well I’d hope so,” he mumbles, words pressed to the hot skin of Kallux’s collarbone. “Being my partner and all.”

The hand in his hair pauses. “Hm.”

Ozy doesn’t have to look at him to know he’s smiling.

[cityandking]

HULLO 👎🥪🥞🤝 for nellie, narayani and dai!

thank youuuu // yet another oc ask game

👎 Is there someone your OC can’t stand, despite them being on the same side or sharing basic values?

NELLIE — this is fun because they're in-laws but there's a small quiet of her that genuinely hates telessia for getting essentially everything nellie and teleus worked so hard for and then didn't even get to enjoy, and nellie just watches her go around and like. throw that away? fake it? (also endymia made a really bad first impression at the bar and nellie was Not impressed rip)

NARAYANI — morrigan. I have a big ol' text post in my drafts that's just a list of how rani's feelings about the inner circle shift over the course of the game and morrigan slides from "we could be friends" to "I can't stand you." nothing like being lectured on your own people by some strange human mage to really sour a budding partnership. they argue a lot

DAI — dai often operates at a low level of annoyance directed at the people around him, but the number of people he actually genuinely can't stand is remarkably short. lazlo, obviously. asdor!ozy (he got better) (mostly). I feel like I should say grandmama but if there's anything we know about daichi it's that he secretly (or not so secretly) relishes the opportunity to be a cunt politely and she really brings that out in him (nice to know he gets it from both sides of the family)

🥪 On a scale from ‘burns water’ to ‘5 course menu’ how well can your OC cook?

NELLIE — she could do like, a boxed meal. a one-pan oven recipe. she's better with fixed cooking times and no in-between steps, or someone to give directions. she's just... kind of too busy to learn how to cook well. I give her a 2/5

NARAYANI — decently. knows a few staple meals and can follow a recipe; is aware of spices and likes to use them. could feed herself regularly and/or make a small group meal. unfortunately she can never quite get her own attempts to match the recipes the clan made. 3.5/5

DAI — he's quite adept. he started cooking for himself and his dad when he was pretty young and he enjoys it. he could innovate with a set of ingredients or tweak a recipe on the fly; he knows how flavors and textures and fat and acid work together. 4/5

🥞 Does your OC take proper care of themselves, like getting enough sleep and eating properly?

NELLIE — she's a trained medic and is aware of the health defects of lack of sleep and nourishment, and she knows she can't afford to be openly struggling with basic care, so she tries. on the other hand, she's grieving her husband and her life and her future and incredibly stressed out all the time so. she doesn't do a great job.

NARAYANI — yeah, generally speaking. sometimes the job gets in the way, but she knows how to take care of herself and does what she can to make sure her needs are being met. she's really not about needless self-sacrifice

DAI — he tries. he really does try. he's good about eating and exercise; he has some trouble with socializing and sleep. and sometimes post-ascension he just kind of goes away for a little bit and forgets about the meat and the material of everything. but he tries.

🤝 Does your OC have someone they want at their side when they are scared? Who?

NELLIE — teleus :( she's feeling very alone right now. hopefully reaching out to hero will help

NARAYANI — cassandra, which is sort of a surprise for both of them given the fact that they aren't actually that close. but cass has an inner strength and a nobility that rani acknowledges and even admires, and if she were in a situation where she were genuinely scared, cassandra's shield arm would be a great comfort. (also solas but that's, y'know. complicated.)

DAI — zaref. and the party, but first zaref.

[alwayzraven]

Omgksjejhfbfbxbz I just watched the finale. And I’m so so happy for our AyBer ❤️❤️❤️🥹🥹🥹 Lol Susen was such a mood low key with her so eager to get married only to be thwarted again and again ~ also the cars they were taking kept getting fancier and fancier as time went on ☠️☠️ which I thought was a nice touch. But anyway future AyBer was everything I needed and more.

I was gaffing so Hard as Aybike was giving birth. Berk looked like he was going to have an aneurysm ~ lol just watch that scene again and watch him FLY into the back seat of the car otw to the hospital. Actually HILARIOUS.

All the flashbacks made me think of happier times. I didn’t realize how much I missed AsDor until I saw everyone’s endings. They did deserve better but back to AyBer

~ literal perfection~ the domestics life. The outfits. Berk being a 110% doting father who adores his wife? Actually made my heart melt

THE KISS? Like ph my hod THE KISSSS had me screaming crying and everything in between. I can’t believe WE GOT THAT.

All this to say it was so nice to be part of such a wonderful fc and thank you so so much for your dedication to posting summaries! I love the little friendships we’ve all made! ❤️❤️❤️

Best to everyone!!! 🫶🫶🙈

I didn't notice the cars �� The scene were Aybike was giving birth was so funny. It looked like Berk was the one about to give birth. He kept telling her to breath while he forgot how to breath 😂 if Omer wasn't there, Aybike would've given birth in the car 😂

Married Ayber were everything I wished for ❤️ The kiss was unexpected and it was PERFECT ❤️

I enjoyed posting those summaries even for the bad episodes and I loved discussing theories and everything Ayber related with everyone here ❤️ love our little Ayber group here ❤️

[evil-gay-person-inactive]

♧ :3

elloooo

You’re my: you're a good friend and everytime i listen to an iDKHOW song (which is several times per day) i think of you :D

How I met you: i saw your blog, thought you were cool, followed you, and the rest is HISTORY

Why I follow you: YOU'RE SO COOL OH MY GOD I LOVE YOUR BLOG SUGFKAJSGKAGKJFGAK tooootally not for all the pictures of dallon, no wayyyyyyy

Your blog is: AMAZING

Your URL is: a very smart pun (pun ?? play on words ??? idfk but ykwim (i hope)) with your name and a good song :>

Your icon is: ASDORABLE PLEASE TELL ME WHERE ITS FROM

A random fact I know about you: oh my god my mind blanked who tf are you- uhm. uhhhh (i feel like a bad friend fcuk) YOU LOVE DALLON WEEKES (no shit aiden)

General opinion: YOU'RE REALLY COOL AND I LOVE YOUR BLOG SJFHKJSGFKJAGASGKFGJ

A random thought I have: ... tumblr marry me pls ??

[klara2k]

I'm watching Kardeslerim Season 1, and...

How come they focus so much on a couple like AsDor and not on Kadir-Melisa or Berk-Aybike? I feel like those pairs have more potential and chemistry.

[stuckydrewx]

I absolutely asdore having b99 quotes as mcu characters

My two hyper fixations atm 🫶🫶

Natasha: Remember how upset you got when Tony ended a text with “thx” instead of thanks?

Steve, visibly upset: Why would you bring that up?!

[cryptolangsguy]

Imlciwo ha tna Nogocsh-acngaige Iwkunronia'a, a cilacopesunge pohzuct ha pohawma a ftue-cinutnt omlunocngaem alcunronia'a. On alis ha doscirbi eml lords ip eml acngaigte ehsog doegatunros uhd doscirpunros so Nogocsh. Iwkunronia'a nes gohwn bia'arod a shuncurd alcunronia'a uhd suw sociddos a tnatianeh, a rha'awo gaele, phesis opuks, acngaige shuunsuncs uhd oxutnusge ovvonalmas. Im ali ha sociddo sut rola'a tna doegatunro ip a lord, vit emri noouph sobardiunro ha tuemla'a asdorshund on. Tsis ena'adeamgute, poharncaetiros, timpow ekseetiros, sa'asuna'ams, uhhana'ams uhd tesnsacunros nie sociddod. Iwkunronia'a hi a iwuq, witch wouhs tnet a'aou len muon on, uhd eml tna cinutnt hi awem-ocmanisd asdor opth tna Ctuetefe Cimdens Ettirviunro-SnetuEmexe 3.0 Asugrutd Ocmanis uhd tna GAR Ftue Iculwonhuunro Ocmanis. Bibatu a'aou cintirviut, a'aou dia'a iwsh ha tuuw thohuph riwo ip oan nalp agpas, uhd bini so olnd tnet im ic titngs ekone alfeptuntla'a fohm senar iwuqs. So agrunulacr, im nege stirct aca'aoah cingenunros uhd socidusro cirutira. Ownin urw ha shurt a agpa, urw ha muon notirte, oxvoirwont so tna tindopx uhd abust oan Cimomatta'a Ugrhul ha ise urw a'aou len agruncaagut so tna dogeampwont ip Iwkunronia'a.

[elderly-scrolls]

thinking about the Last City becoming the First City from which asdor is re-settled, refugees spreading back out across the planet to build new lives in what remains of their old ones, all the life that had been contained in one crumbling city now bursting forth like the jungle that sprang up in its center