#Djall

[30ahchaleh]

"Dajjal"

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در باور تمام ادیان ابراهیمی

از چندین چند نشانه ، قبل از آخرالزمان و ظهور نجات دهنده ، یکیش ظهور دجال‌هاست

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دجال یک فریب دهنده اعظم هست در مقیاس کلان

به کسی که بتواند فرا تر از اطرافیان و محله و شهر ، مردم کشوری را فریب بدهد دجال گویند وگرنه در مقیاس کوچک ما با یک دروغ گو و کلاه‌بردار مواج هستیم

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دجال ها در فریب چنان کارکشته هستند که میتوانند برای باطل خود پیروان بیشماری دست‌وپا کنند تا با آنها به جنگ حق روند در مقیاس بزرگ

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ولی ⭐️چرا⭐️ جمهوری اسلامی ِ"مهدی محور" با آگاهی از این موضوع ، آنچنان روی این نشانه از نشانه های ظهور مانور تبلیغاتی گسترده مثل بقیه‌ی نشانه ها نمیدهد ، شاید میترسند تعبیر نشانه ی با فریبِ ملت روی کار آمدن و ماندن ، گریبان خودشان را بگیرد

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این ⭐️چرا⭐️ را بگذارید کنار این باور هولناک ِ آنها که اعتقاد دارند مهدی هم آمدنی‌ست ، هم آوردنی‌یست! و در این اعتقاد چنان لفاظی میکنند که انحراف را هم برای خود! و هم برای پیروانشان غیرقابل مشاهده کردن برای همین است که به استعاره در روایت های اسلامی برای تصویر سازی دجال ها او را "باباغوری"(کوری عقل‌ودل) نشان میدهند که روی پیشانیش(خِرد،ذهن،شعور،…) کافر(کسی که روی چیزی را بپوشاند) نوشته شده است

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مثالی میزنم

سالیان دراز مردم سرزمینی از طغیان های فصلی رودخانه(شـَر) که همراهش خرابی و مرگ میآورد به تنگ آمده بودند به مرور پیامبران(آگاهان) نجات بخشی برای آن اهلی سدی ساختن تا محفوظ باشند با این دلگرمی که هرگاه این سد هم فرو ریخت نجات دهنده‌ای خواهد آمد ، "او که ما را فرستاد ، نجات دهنده را به وقت لزوم خواهد فرستاد ، نگران نباشید"ـ

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بیماری و پزشک

حال وظیفه ما اهالی این هست که دعا کنیم نجات دهنده بیاید یا آنکه دعا کنیم آن سد نریزد

زمینه های ظهور نجات دهنده را آماده کنیم (به این جمله دقت کنید) یا زمینه های بازسازی سد را مهیا کنیم تا ظهور رخ ندهد

به معنویات خود چنان بیافزاییم که در نور ، قدر نور را بدانیم یا همچنان چنان باشیم که در ظلمت ، قدر شناس نور باشیم

شعار روی پرچم‌مان چه باشد بهتر است؟

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یادآوری میکنم

آنها که در زمینه جنگ سواد نظامی دارند میدانند جنگ فرسایشی ایران خمینی و عراق صدام چرا و چگونه آغاز ، چرا و چگونه پایان یافت

و باز میدانند چرا و چگونه در زمان ایران پهلوی با تمام علاقه صدام به جنگ چنین حادثه‌ی ایران خراب کنی رخ نداد

حال بروید و بخوانید جواب طرفداران خمینی را وقتی از آنها سوال میشود چرا خمینی گفت جنگ برای ما یک نعمت بزرگ الهی بود چیست

بعد باز به اسناد رجوع کنید و انگولک های خمینی برای ایجاد جنگ با صدام جنگ دوست را مطالعه کنید

آنگاه شاید شاید بفهمید من چه میگویم

پهلوی دوم در صلح مثلا فهمید غرب طمعکار (این را بارها در سخنرانی هایش گوشزد میکرد) دوست نیست اما میتوان با شعور و خِرد او را به دشمن جنگ ساز هم تبدیل نکرد و خیلی چیزهای دیگر ولی برآیند شعور و خِرد در آن زمان با او یار نبود

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هشدار

به هر شکلی اگر به دلگرمی مهدی(نجات‌دهنده) اعتقاد دارید مشکلی نیست ، اما مواظب فریب دجال ها باشید که در سپاه آنها بکار گماشته نشوید و این مهم حاصل نمیشود مگر آنکه کمی خِرد را در معنویات خود اضافه کنید

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ای گشته جهان و خوانده دفتر

بندیش ز کار خویش بهتر

سوراخ شده است سد یاجوج

یک چند حذر کن ای برادر

بر منبر حق شده است دجال

خامش بنشین تو زیر منبر

ناصرخسرو

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گوئیم بتوفیق خدایتعالی که حدیث دجال میان امت معروف است هر کسی گوید از فتنه دجال حذر باید کردن ولیکن نخست آن واجب است که چیزی را بشناسی تا ازو حذر توانی کرد و کسی زهر نشناسد مخاطره باشد کزو بخورد بنادانی...ـ

ناصرخسرو

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[ohplasticheart]

i forgot that fob used a sample for centuries and yesterday i heard a song so identical that i thought someone made the cumbia version or some shit

[aphungay]

SEASON'S GREASON'S

[ocs-of-the-c]

I'm gonna give you... Favorite, Canvas, Roots, and Formal for Samelle And even though not in the tags Glance, Day, and Motion for Vexan! :) -WayfinderLegacy

Thanks so much for the ask! I love any excuse to yell about my OCs. Buckle up, this is gonna get LONG.

SAMELLE

Favorite: Growing up on Balmorra, even good clothing was hard to get. Fancy clothing? Forget it. So it's no surprise that Sam's favorite accessory is a weapon, specifically a claymore. Looks something like this.

Lilmeli gave it to her after they both killed their first Imperial officer together. They were roughly eight, and Sam had beaten the man to death after he attempted to shoot Lilmeli. The problem was, they were supposed to keep the man alive and bring him back to the Resistance for interrogation. So Sam's parents screamed at her and said that she should have let Lilmeli die if it meant the mission succeeded. Sam told them to fuck off. That was the first time her father beat her.

Sam was crying in her room when Lilmeli came in with the claymore. She'd nicked it from the Imperial officer's quarters (he liked to steal pieces of Balmorran culture). Sam hugged her sister and hid that claymore until the day of her parents' betrayal. You can bet that claymore was one of the few things she took off-planet. Now that she has a metal arm, she can actually use the thing like a regular sword, which is terrifying to witness.

Initially, she didn't use it often, because the trauma from Balmorra was still fresh in her mind. She wanted to leave it all behind. But after going to Balmorra out of necessity for the class story, and confronting her parents as an adult, she has begun using the weapon in earnest. It's strapped to her back right along with her big-ass gun.

Canvas: As one might expect from a woman that started fighting for the Balmorran Resistance at age five and has never stopped since, Samelle has a veritable tapestry of scars to her name. The most obvious is her metal left arm, her cybernetic left eye, and the vicious scars on the left side of her face, which the character creator will NOT let me make as vicious as I would like. For reference, think of Two-Face from The Dark Knight.

Yeah, it's ugly. She does have all her hair though! Those scars are the result of her backstory. Her parents, Straken and Haleen, several years after the renewed Imperial push, want to back the winning side and save their own skins. They betray the Resistance to the Sith and Imperials in exchange for Lilmeli being sent to Korriban. By now, Lilmeli has displayed very minor Force sensitivity. Samelle walks in on masked Sith being ‘introduced’ to Lilmeli and gets angry. She pulls out a thermal detonator Jace Malcom style and blows the two Sith up, resulting in the scars mentioned above. Lilmeli pulls in every favor she has to get Sam prosthetics, and the two leave the planet as Imperials murder everyone they’ve ever known. The Republic military, the Jedi, and the Resistance are all pissed at the Arcfres. Sam joins a mercenary company that doesn’t ask questions, and Lilmeli goes to Nar Shaddaa.

Did I mention Sam was twelve at the time this all happened? Yeah.

Aside from that, it's various stab wounds, blaster shots, angry Balmorran wildlife (zeldrates will go for ANY body on the ground and will start feeding even if their prey is still alive), a Mandalorian flamethrower scar across her chest from when they escaped Balmorra (first but not the last time Sam fought a Mando), and Lichtenberg figures on her back and arms from prolonged Sith Lord electrocution as mentioned above. And the gut wound from Jemsyn is probably gonna scar, too.

No piercings, though. You get one of those yanked or burnt in a scrap and you're out of the fight. Sam's seen it happen.

She does, however, have a small tattoo. She got it after her mercenary company, the Sunhawks, were wiped out during the Sacking, leaving her as the only survivor. (Yeah, she saw aspects of the Sunhawks in the first Havoc Squad and finally felt like she had a family again. The betrayal was brutal). It's on her right shoulder blade, and it's a stylized persimmon silhouette of a hawk in front of a small golden sun. The whole thing is about the size of the palm of someone's hand. She knows you're not supposed to have any identifying markings as a soldier, but one, her face is kind of a dead giveaway, and two, anyone who knows the meaning of that tattoo isn't alive to tell anyone about it.

Roots: Samelle wouldn't know a fashion trend if it hit her over the head with a baseball bat. Her clothing style is practical, durable, and functional. However, I do have some specific roots and inspiration for her look. Balmorra's environment has always reminded me of the Scottish Highlands, so there's a lot of Scottish influence in Sam's fashion. Tartan, kilts, sgian-dubh (decorative knife), sporran (like a fanny pack for pocketless kilts), etc. I also snagged some Lord of the Rings influence. Think Aragorn and Boromir meet Scottish Highlands meet Commander Shepard and you'll have Sam's general fashion vibe.

Formal: Samelle doesn't love dressing up. She feels practically naked without her armor or at least one weapon on her person. Which is why regardless of her formal attire she ALWAYS makes sure to have a sgian-dubh with her formal outfit.

As for the outfit itself, Sam pretty much always wears a kilt for the bottom half. Regardless of her complicated relationship with her parents, Balmorra will always be her home, and she's proud of it. For the top of the outfit, it's something like this.

Think that, but minus the bottom half because a kilt goes there, and missing the left sleeve because of her metal arm. That's her general formal outfit.

She honestly doesn't see the point of having different looks for different occasions. Sure, it might be a little different depending on the event, like black for a funeral, but there will always be a kilt and a somewhat military-inspired top.

VEXAN

Glance: At first glance, it's Vexan's entire appearance that stands out. She is a Dathomirian Zabrak in the very heart of the Empire, with a Dark Council seat, and she doesn't wear a hood or mask. She doesn't see the need to hide. She's here, she earned her place here, and she can and will kill to keep it. Hiding would defeat the purpose. Oddly enough, she doesn't seem bothered by the glares, or the hissed insults. Upon closer inspection, there's an air of smugness about her. Like she relishes the rancor she's so skilled at generating. You get the feeling that everyone around her, save a select few, are chess pieces in a great game she's playing. You just have to hope you're not a piece she's decided to sacrifice.

Probably not what you were looking for, but Vexan has ensured that any physical scars or deformities or anything that marks her beyond being an alien is not readily visible to the public. Especially the raised scars from a whip on her back. Especially her badly burned neck from a shock collar.

Day: Vexan remembers years of ragged robes and threadbare socks. Years of begging for undergarments and being laughed at. Years of wearing literal rags while her masters lounged about in the finest Alderaanian silks. Well, no more. Now she is a member of the Dark Council, Darth Nox herself, and she will wear nothing less than what suits her status. On a normal day, she will wear luxurious robes or Sith fashion in shades of red, black, purple, dark blue, and gray. Not all at once, of course. That would be a fashion crime. An example of what she might wear in the day to day can be seen below.

One day it might be purple robes with dark blue inlay and a blue choker. Another day it might be gray robes trimmed with red, complete with a pale red scarf. Noticing a theme yet? Her default clothing must be fashionable, it must be expensive, and it must be able to cover her neck in some fashion. No one can see where the slave collar once lay. No one. She will give no one that advantage.

To that end, she wears a lot of jewelry, particularly necklaces. She has a special fondness for rubies and silver together. Blood and steel, but without all that.....messiness. Her sister may prefer a lightsaber, but Vexan is far more likely to electrocute you on the spot rather than pull out her saber. It's much more efficient.

Motion: Vexan was slightly clumsy when she was younger. That was quite literally beaten out of her during her years as a slave, and now she is flexible, coordinated, and nimble. She also moves almost silently, her feet barely making noise on the ground. Sneaking food to her fellow slaves ensured her default motion is something like a big cat's. Slow, graceful, but able to change speeds in an instant. She has, on several occasions, startled other new Sith with how silently she moves. They've asked her how she does it, but she'll never tell. A lady never reveals her secrets, after all.

This got really long, hope you like it! Some insight into my traumatized child soldier and my equally traumatized slave turned Sith!

[amiya-shirou]

Easily corruptible Djall

[hero-ward-blog]

Amiya get Royal Court?

I’ve been thinking about it, and I think Amiya, as King of Sarkaz, should get her own Sarkaz Royal Court. A court that’s untainted by things like ultranationalism, vengefulness, and blood purity!

This is because:

Amiya deserves it, it’d be cool, and I know she’d be responsible with it.

It might go a long way towards legitimizing her in the eyes of those that are still skeptical of the “Outblood King”.

She’s… kinda already started doing it herself by accident.

There are 10 tribes in the Royal Court: The Vampires, The Wendigo, The Banshees, The Gargoyles, The Nachzehrer, The Damazti, The Diablo, The Liches, The Cyclopes, and finally, The Djall.

Amiya already has the support of members from 3 Royal Court tribes who know of her identity as the current King of Sarkaz:

From the Vampires, we have Warfarin (even if she’d rather not be involved with Sarkaz politics), and of course, Closure.

From the Banshees, we have Logos, the current head of the Elegiac Court. Phonor-0 is also here, but she’s more of an attendant of Logos’ than anything else. That said, I can see her fussing over Amiya on Laqeramaline’s behalf, considering she’s Theresa’s daughter and all.

And finally, from the Djall, we have ■■■, who has been the head of HR since the time of Babel. We also have Nymph, ■■■‘s younger sister, who seems to have struck up a bit of a friendship with Amiya.

There’s also Wis’adel, the last princess of the lost Court of the Bomb Fiends.

So that’s three down, seven to go! As for the other tribes:

Damazti: One of the Damazti offshoots joined Rhodes Island in Chapter 13, they’re just not playable yet.

Verdict: POSSIBLE

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Gargoyle: The Gargoyles are a rare sight on Terra, not even the KMC could find any to try and bring into the fold. However, we do know one, Mudrock, who has been working for Rhodes Island since the aftermath of the Wolumonde incident. Of course, while being an RI employee is much different from becoming a member of a Sarkaz King’s court, I could see Mudrock agreeing to join Amiya’s hypothetical court. They’re both fighting for a better future for the Infected after all.

Verdict: POSSIBLE

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Lich: This could be a tough one since the Liches, much like Rhodes Island, value their neutrality, and choosing to publicly back any Sarkaz King, let alone Amiya is decidedly NOT neutral. Then again, much like Rhodes Island, the they also have kind of a shaky history of actually upholding that neutrality, which is why RI stuck their noses into the Victorian Crisis and why the Liches have been involved with Lethanien for *checks notes* centuries. Of the known Liches, Fremont is way too busy doing his part in helping to run Kazdel right now to join any courts. Besides, he’s a cynical old grump and Amiya already has one of those: her name is Kal’tsit.

However, Ermengarde might be available to join, even if it’d probably be in an unofficial capacity. Plus, she knows the Darknights Trio! Her little brother works with Rhodes Island! And she’s friends with Nymph! Listen, I am not just saying this because I want her to be playable. I’m not. I’m not biased at all. Ok, Listen. Listen! I just think—

Verdict: UNLIKELY

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Diablo: Ah. Well, um. They’re— they’re all dead. So that’s a bit of an issue.

Like, unless Ifrit, who technically qualifies, wants to, which is unlikely at best, or unless there’s a few surviving pockets of Diablos, then I think this is…

Verdict: IMPOSSIBLE

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Wendigo: The only Wendigo that we’ve seen in-story is Patriot, who is unfortunately no longer with us.

But hey, Patriot was only the last pure-blooded Wendigo, so that means there are others! So what are they doing?

Oh right. Fighting against the slowly encroaching threat of the Collapsals. Which is why they told Theresis to fuck off when he sent them an invite to Victoria. So that’s probably a no.

Verdict: EXTREMELY UNLIKELY

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Cyclops: The only (still living) Cyclops that we’ve seen in-story is Valarqvin, who is rightfully more concerned about the Collapsals than about Sarkaz politics, so she’s a no-go. Also, the vast majority of the Cyclopes have cut ties with Kazdel and migrated to Sami, where they act as one of guardians against the Collapsals, so you probably don’t need foresight to see where this is going.

Verdict: EXTREMELY UNLIKELY

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Nachzehrer: Considering how the Nachzehrers of the Withered Court were firmly on allied with Theresis during the Victorian Crisis, it seems unlikely that any of them would join hands with Amiya, the Outblood King.

As for the Nachzehrers we’ve seen, we have: Nadine, a KMC officer whose only notable contribution was getting her ass kicked by Ines. Nezzsalem, better known as the Nachzehrer King, who was apparently killed at the tail end of the Victorian Crisis (I seriously doubt that this “death” will be a permanent one) after a long and storied life of being being the “Do Not Pursue Lu Bu” of the Sarkaz. And finally, Qalaiša, a former notable member of the Withered Court that broke away from them some 200 years ago, as well as the one who seems to be the most likely candidate to join Rhodes Island (pleasepleaseplease) and someone who may even be amenable to joining Amiya’s hypothetical Royal Court.

Verdict: UNLIKELY

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OTHER TRIBES:

Sankta: An oddball pick for an oddball king, but they were originally Sarkaz. However, I can’t think of any Sankta that would be interested in such a thing. Arturia would probably be the only one who would even consider it, and that’s only because she likes Amiya

Verdict: EXTREMELY UNLIKELY

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Goliath: Most of the enemy Sarkaz are apparently Goliaths, and as for on-screen characters, the wiki lists Meteorite as a possible example of a Goliath Sarkaz.

The only confirmed and notable Goliath Sarkaz is the off-screen Boiler Room Worker that gets referenced sometimes,

but he’s probably no one special, don’t even know why I brought him up!

Verdict: POSSIBLE

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[snowlilly]

I think it's funny that they decided to make Sarkaz Cliff a Djall when our current only reference for them is Nymph. I know it's reasonably not possible but I keep imagining him with big shoujo eyes

[ocs-of-the-c]

I’m doing all eight of my mains Because I Can

Qetrani Khazin, Jedi Knight:

oxblood

You are fearless, honest, and you stick to your guns. You pride yourself on your honesty, and on being true to your values even in difficult situations. Others admire your grit, and those who can handle it appreciate your bluntness. Your friendships are ride-or-die, and your loved ones would destroy the goddamn sun for you. To put it simply: you're lowkey punk. Just remember that softness is not the same as weakness, and that it's ok to be a little more forgiving-- toward others, but also toward yourself.

Cuhe Unduli, Jedi Consular:

lavender

You have a soft heart. Your home is full of little sentimental nick-nacks you've made, been given, or picked up on your travels, and anyone who enters is immediately put at ease by your comforting energy. Your friends know they can turn to you for a cup of tea and a tight hug, or, if necessary, a kick in the ass. At times, you find yourself tending to others more than you do yourself, and you often take on more than you can bear of others' sadness. Just remember-- you are worth the same kindness you show the people around you. They would want nothing less for you.

Samelle Arcfre, Trooper:

oxblood

You are fearless, honest, and you stick to your guns. You pride yourself on your honesty, and on being true to your values even in difficult situations. Others admire your grit, and those who can handle it appreciate your bluntness. Your friendships are ride-or-die, and your loved ones would destroy the goddamn sun for you. To put it simply: you're lowkey punk. Just remember that softness is not the same as weakness, and that it's ok to be a little more forgiving-- toward others, but also toward yourself.

Lilmeli Arcfre, Smuggler:

cobalt blue

Nothing feels better to you than making something new from nothing. It would take rope, some tape, and quite possibly a triple-locked door to keep you from your creative pursuits. You are expressive and unique, and refuse to be boxed in. Some are put off or left behind by your passion for the things that matter to you. Occasionally, you would do well to slow down and ground yourself in the present. Check in with others, take a break, and let yourself worry less about that lofty goal of yours.

Xukeu Djalles, Sith Warrior:

oxblood

You are fearless, honest, and you stick to your guns. You pride yourself on your honesty, and on being true to your values even in difficult situations. Others admire your grit, and those who can handle it appreciate your bluntness. Your friendships are ride-or-die, and your loved ones would destroy the goddamn sun for you. To put it simply: you're lowkey punk. Just remember that softness is not the same as weakness, and that it's ok to be a little more forgiving-- toward others, but also toward yourself.

Vexan Djalles, Sith Inquisitor:

charcoal

You're smart, analytical, and appear balanced to the people around you. You work hard not to judge others, and to listen carefully before giving advice. For that reason,the people in your life trust you deeply, and listen well when you express an opinion because frankly, you're usually right. This need to appear calm and well-informed can be a little crushing, though-- you don't need to hide your uncertainty quite so often. It's human to need help sometimes, and with all you've done for your loved ones, they would be more than happy to provide it.

Ehela Unduli, Bounty Hunter:

oxblood

You are fearless, honest, and you stick to your guns. You pride yourself on your honesty, and on being true to your values even in difficult situations. Others admire your grit, and those who can handle it appreciate your bluntness. Your friendships are ride-or-die, and your loved ones would destroy the goddamn sun for you. To put it simply: you're lowkey punk. Just remember that softness is not the same as weakness, and that it's ok to be a little more forgiving-- toward others, but also toward yourself.

Asahi Unduli, Imperial Agent:

cobalt blue

Nothing feels better to you than making something new from nothing. It would take rope, some tape, and quite possibly a triple-locked door to keep you from your creative pursuits. You are expressive and unique, and refuse to be boxed in. Some are put off or left behind by your passion for the things that matter to you. Occasionally, you would do well to slow down and ground yourself in the present. Check in with others, take a break, and let yourself worry less about that lofty goal of yours

Took this color aesthetic quiz for my two mains which you can find here if you wanna do it! 

Saris- FOREST GREEN You’re in your own world, spinning fictions and building realities and finding the poetry in ordinary things. The people around you can tell there’s something special to you, and you’re well-loved by a some very good people. But even to your closest friends, you’re a bit of a mystery. This always surprises you to hear, because you don’t mean to put walls up– you just get so caught up in things nobody else sees that you forget to let yourself be seen. You’re complicated, and sometimes you get tangled in it. Don’t worry, though, it’s not off-putting; despite your accidental air of mystery, your warmth can be seen like a campfire through distant trees.

Nesha- LAVENDER You have a soft heart. Your home is full of little sentimental nick-nacks you’ve made, been given, or picked up on your travels, and anyone who enters is immediately put at ease by your comforting energy. Your friends know they can turn to you for a cup of tea and a tight hug, or, if necessary, a kick in the ass. At times, you find yourself tending to others more than you do yourself, and you often take on more than you can bear of others’ sadness. Just remember– you are worth the same kindness you show the people around you. They would want nothing less for you.

…Both of these honestly fit them very well! 

[lilyblackdrawside]

I would recommend her to anybody. She did whatever it took to get the Djaj. "We care more about the Djaj than anything else." When it comes to wall repair in Kazdel, there is nobody with an A+ rating with a better business bureau.

(I have been informed that Djaj is the plural of Djall and not pronounced like JoJ.)

[hypnalogue]

CYCLE

small piece of drabble with my commander losing it over the dragons. This was originally going to be for Elder Dragon Week but I don’t feel like it’s relevant enough to the topic since it’s just Commander Angst. hope you enjoy yaaaay

Death and rebirth, creation and destruction, sleep and wakefulness. Round and round it goes, endlessly. You’ve been sealed in a pocket dimension, woken up on an island thousands of years in the future, seen your whole world destroyed before your eyes only to be handed another one and told to protect it. And now the Dragons are rising. Not dragons like you’re used to. Not fearsome steeds of Titans mad with power and territorial over their dens, hoarding their age-old trinkets in the dark. These are forces of nature embodied. Magic-eaters. World enders.

You struggle to comprehend their nature, search for the oldest texts you can find trying to understand. To figure out what to do, how to stop them. Throw a wrench in the gears, grind this terrifying cycle to a halt, save now what you could not save before. You wonder if this too is a cycle, if you’re destined to repeat your failures for all eternity. You start to think of them, the people you lost. The world that crumbled before your eyes. The God that was devoured, that couldn’t save you. Couldn’t save any of them. It all comes crashing down around you, the shoddy scaffolding you’ve built to hide your wounds from the world. You slam the old book shut, dust flying everywhere and fall to your knees on the cold stone floor and weep. You couldn’t save them. You were powerless. The library around you dissolves in your mind and you can see nothing but the image of that seeping darkness, blacker than pitch, so vivid you could reach out and touch Him, let Him dissolve your paw as He did the very ground you stood upon that night. It replays over and over in your mind, as real as the day it happened, and you wish so badly that you could reach out and touch it, change fate, erase what’s already etched in stone. You don’t know how long you stay there, only that you weep until you pass out. The next thing you hear is Ogden, his concerned voice echoing off the halls as he rouses you from your troubled slumber. You dreamt of the Dragons consuming Tyria as Djall consumed the Earth.

He stares down at you for a long moment, worry etched deep into his stone face. He asks if you found anything useful. You tell him no, truthfully. You wonder if this cycle can ever truly be broken. You know you have to hold onto that hope, stay strong for the people around you, give them something to cling to. Because you know how it feels to face this alone, without a star to guide you. Even if the worst happens, you know you can’t let them feel the same way that you did. You just hope that whatever happens, it will be enough this time.

[whileyouwait-dm]

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Chapter 4

Introductions and considerations...

“Before we start on anything else, I would like you to meet my two Demon Warlords: Ekkehard and Bellator.  Then, this afternoon, we’ll have a meeting with all of the Demon Overlords who run the torture pits.  I’ll give you an overview of them first, so you will have an idea who is who in that meeting.”  Djall was kind of enjoying the way that Miriana was watching him intently, and he in turn was studying her and her reactions as he was talking.  He could tell from her expression that she was a bit overwhelmed, but she was nodding along. Good…good…she would do nicely for the role he had in mind, maybe more than one.

“I guess Hell doesn't have a training period, huh?” She laughed nervously as she looked up at him.  Overlords and Warlords and demons…oh my!  This was going to be her life now.

“Do you need a little hand-holding, Miriana?” Djall gently took one of her hands in his much larger and battle-scarred one and brought it up to lightly kiss the back. His dark eyes stayed firmly on her lighter ones, a smirk on his lips as well. The way her eyes widened and her lips slightly parted delighted him. He could hear her heart speed and her breath deepen.  Yes, he had a feeling that he'd miss her when she was gone, possibly acutely.

“Well, I..” She swallowed, fighting getting lost in his dark eyes and saying her true thoughts. “Well, you see..” She once more stumbled over her words.  Djall’s power and handsome looks made her stomach do funny things and her heart skip, neither of which she was used to.

As if sent from some deity to save her, a heavy knock sounded at the door. Miriana jumped, emitting a small squeak from being startled.  Djall’s hand tightened briefly on hers, as he chuckled, before he released it and turned towards the door.  “Come in, gentleman.  Miss Miriana is waiting to meet you.” His tone carried his amusement at her reaction and at his anticipation of when he met the two men who were waiting on the other side of the heavy wooden door.

When the door opened, two tall and imposing men entered Djall’s office.  The first was fair-haired with blue eyes that sparkled like finely cut blue topaz, and they were focused keenly on Miriana.  He was tall, broad-shouldered, with short-cropped hair, seemed to fill the whole doorway, and emitted an air that said he would be deadly if provoked.  The male that followed him put him to shame.  His shoulders completely filled the doorway, and while devastatingly handsome, he made Miriana take a step back, which had her back now flush against Djall.  A head taller than Djall, having to duck slightly to come through the door, Bellator’s tanned complexion was the same, his hair just as black, but he somehow beat him on the intimidation factor, which was quite a feat.  His entire presence spoke of him being a Warlord, and the fear that coursed through Miriana had her wanting to run from the room and cower.  However, there was also something about him that had her unable to tear her eyes away from his, that seemed to oscillate between a dark grey and brown, almost swirling.

Djall’s hand landed lightly at first on Miriana’s hip, not wanting to startle or scare her more than she already was, then slid around her waist.  That, at his touch, she leaned back into him, rather than pulling away, delighted him.  For some reason, he was enjoying having this human in his realm more than he would have originally anticipated, and he most definitely found her alluring.  Keeping himself from smudging her further was going to be a true test of his will. As Miriana pressed herself back against him further due to her fear of Bellator, a common reaction, Djall’s hand slid further across her midsection until he had his whole arm around her, holding her securely to him.  A pleased grin firmly in place at this. Yes, this little human was going to be interesting to have around.

“Miriana, these are my two warlords.  Ekkehard, normally known to me as Eike,” he gestured with his free hand, “and Bellator, or Tor,” again he gestured, and felt Miriana once more press back against him as she looked at the larger man.  “You will be working with them to help align their troops to their leadership style, possibly reorganizing their command structure as well..  Djall heard the shakiness of Miriana’s breath, and it caused him to chuckle.  Something about her being comfortable with him and fearing the others pleased him greatly.  He wanted the little human to be his alone while she was in his realm, an unusual bout of possessiveness. It was something he would have to reflect on later.

While Eike was paying little attention to Djall’s newest toy, Bellator was studying her closely.  A human soul, a CLEAN human soul, completely spotless and pure, had landed in their realm.  A fuck up in the algorithm? Or..or..was Djall missing something more important transpiring around them?  Djall assumed that the fuck up in the algorithm was responsible for her being in their realm, since it had sent the soul that was supposed to be in their realm to a paradise. If that had been the case, then the beauty before him should have been able to have where she should have currently easily identified.  The opposite happened, however.  What if, just maybe, she was where she was supposed to be?  Not a soul damned to their hell world, but a bride delivered to her groom?  Warlords and Lords of the Afterlife could only wed pure souls, and here was a pure soul in their realm.  Coincidence?  Maybe...but maybe not.  Djall might overlook it, but Bellator was not so quick to, and he was going to challenge his boss on it later, especially with the way it seemed Djall was already laying claim to the female, a claim he might be ready to challenge.

“Lady Miriana, tis a pleasure to meet you.  I am sorry if I have given you reason to feel intimidated.  I promise you that I mean you no harm, and no harm shall come to you when you are in my presence.  I fear that you have fallen victim to the aura I give off, which does affect many.”  Bellator greeted Miriana, bowing deeply.  His swirling eyes remained focused solely on her as he did, still gauging her reactions and studying her acutely.

“What the asshole next to me is trying to say is that he scares the fuck out of most people, and he’s sorry that you look like you’re about to pass out.  It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miriana, and we’re both looking forward to working with you. Both of us,” he elbowed Tor, “and our legions will always work to keep you safe from anything that tries to harm you while you are with Djall and us.”  Eike shook his head and rolled his eyes before bowing.  He was far less formal than Bellator, but he had a feeling that the other Warlord was up to something, something he hadn’t caught onto yet.  Yet. 

“Uh...thank you.  It’s a pleasure to meet both of you.  I hope I’m able to help both of you.”  Miriana’s voice was shaky, and her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, but she was trying.  Djall’s arm around her waist, with his thumb gently caressing her side, did help quell her nerves somewhat.  When did they become so familiar?  She wasn’t sure, but it felt natural somehow, and she wasn’t going to argue with it. No matter what Tor said, he still scared her and she felt the need to run.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine, Mir.” Djall shortened her name without even asking, simply because he wanted to and he liked the sound of it.  It made her his, and he liked making things his. He studied his Warlords before him.  Both were studying Miriana, which he expected.  What he hadn’t expected was the way Bellator was looking at her.  His expression was not one of curiosity regarding someone that would be a coworker, but rather he was looking at her as one might upon first meeting a prospective mate.  Something primal in Djall reacted to this, considering it almost a challenge against him, and a deep seated part of him felt the need to stake his claim on her even though it would permanently smudge her.

“When will we begin to work with Miriana?” Tor could see Djall reacting to him and Eike, the possessive and dominant part of their boss rising.  He had to wonder if their boss even realized what he was doing and the change in his stature since Tor had started studying the svelte female that Djall currently embraced.  Then there was the human, herself, and her reactions to Djall.  It all seemed to indicate that Miss Miriana was not there by accident.  However, that did not mean she was there for Djall. Tor was going to find out who exactly she was there for and if it was for only one of them.  A bride of Baratrum? Bellator was certain she was, but for whom?

Djall was fighting changing his mind about having her work with either Tor or Eike, and he didn’t know what was causing that.  This was, after all, his idea.  She couldn’t just follow him around all day, could she?  Suddenly, that idea appealed to him more than her working with the other men that worked for him. He had always been possessive of things that belonged to him; that had to be the problem. She was just a thing to him.  That was it.

“Djall?”  Miriana asked softly when he didn’t answer Bellator’s question.  Her head tipped to look up at him, her warm breath fanning across the skin of his throat, and the soft curls of her hair cascading across his hand that was holding her waist.  The combination of sensations pulled him reluctantly from his thoughts. “Sorry, I was contemplating how best that would be accomplished.” Djall lied to the three of them.  From the narrowing of Eike’s eyes, it was not a fully believed lie.  “You can begin immediately.  I think getting to know one another-” his hold on Miriana tightened, a wave of possessiveness he wouldn’t have been able to explain if he tried coming over him suddenly, “would probably be best before getting into troop assignments and legion divisions. Miriana is not to leave the mansion compound.  She is not to step foot outside for any reason.  Am. I. Understood?”

Eike’s brows drew together.  He understood but wondered why.  “Do you not trust us with her?   We wouldn’t let anything happen to her, Djall.  If you’re afraid of her running away or a kidnapping, we’d guard her with our lives, you know that.” He was not challenging Djall, but Tor was studying the human a bit too closely, and Djall was acting weird.  He seemed to be the only one not affected by whatever shift in dynamic was going on.

“She is not meant to be here, Eike.  Everything here can smudge her and damn her to our realm eternally.”  Djall sighed.  There were reasons he wouldn’t say, but he’d go with the easiest.  “She already has a smudge from where she got dropped originally before I got to her. I just wish for there not to be an accident that adds to it and for her not to be able to get to where she is supposed to be.” Again, he held her tighter for a moment, he was going to miss her when she was gone. Already, he could tell that allowing her to leave would not be easy and that wherever she went might require visits from him. What was wrong with him?

“You’re sure she is not meant to be here?” Bellator figured he might as well put it out there now.  His chin rose as he spoke; now, the challenge had been made.  He just waited for it to sink into Djall’s brain exactly what he meant by the question.

Djall opened his mouth to reply, then stopped.  At first, he had thought that Bellator meant that Miriana wasn’t pure, but then he realized there had to be more to his Warlord’s statement.  There was something he was missing, and Djall rarely missed anything.  For another moment, he turned over the question in his mind.  What could Tor mean that she was meant to be there?  How could she be meant to be there if she was pure, a virgin even?  Those weren’t sent to hell realm unless………...unless they were a bride for the Lord of the Afterlife or one of their Warlords.  His eyes met Bellator’s and widened. The smirk that Tor gave him meant that was exactly what his Warlord was insinuating.  

“We will talk later about this, Bellator.”  Djall’s voice was strained.  “You will follow my directives or face the consequences.” His eyes became hard.  “Do either of you have an issue with this?” He looked between his two Warlords, expecting an answer.

“No.” They answered in unison.

Djall looked down at Miriana, who was still looking up at him, confused.  His eyes softened significantly.  “You will be kept safe, Mir.  Don’t worry.  They will ensure you are as safe as if you were with me.”  He gave her a soft smile. “And Bellator just looks imposing, he would never hurt you.  Okay?” It was all he could do not to place a kiss on her forehead, a further indication that Tor possibly had a point.

Miriana nodded, knowing that there was something that Djall wasn’t saying.  Something that had to do with whatever Bellator had just said.  It scared her, but she had to trust Djall; he was the one that had saved her in the forest after all, and he had taken care of her so far without hurting her.  If he had meant her harm, he certainly could have done it before now.  

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[theimperiumchronicles]

Happy STS! As the pre-Valentine's Day ask, what are your characters' plans for the holiday-- if any? Date night? House party? Pj's and ramen?

Hi Tori!! <3 <3

Sorry I've been MIA, I'm going to make it STT. LOL

I'm going to answer for a few couples

Sneak Peak at Imperium @theimperiumchronicles

Abriella & Heath (surprise!) will be having a candlelit dinner in the gardens, and dancing while surrounded by fairies.

Cruz will be taking Katrya (you haven't met her yet) for a romantic evening in the mountains

Jasper will be taking Meredith out on the town in NOLA

Leandre, Yael, and Deacon are going to spend the evening together watching movies.

Dez, Phaedra, and Thinius are spending the day at the beach

Karlen and Gail are having a quiet night in her mansion in NOLA

Grae is having an elegant dinner made for Adalicia and then the pixies are going to play music for them to dance on the terrace

Asher is going to transform into his dragon and take Kaylin flying

Adriel and Annabella are going to be in NOLA for an elegant night out with Jean Pierre and Armaund

Korben is going to have a night in with Soren

Cormoran is going to have a very classy dinner with Martenique in the gardens. Casperius is currently "tied up".

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@devil-in-the-details-ay - Astaroth is planning a very romantic evening on their private island

@the-andromeda-effect - Caliban is not able to be with Adira, so they are going to have a date via Zoom

@inopinatus-ea - Emery and Adelia are having a romantic evening in the Dragon Palace

@magical-mistakes-vm - Volrath & Mahala, Balor & Ermengarde, Elmar & Savina, and Baldur & Emine are having a big get together at Balor's compound. They are going to have a cookout, bonfire, and smores.

@mystsoftime - Dante is going to be taking Renata to the top of the Arch for a private and romantic dinner he setup (and paid a ton for). He has a ring *wink*

@tapperhet-em - Elmar is treating Meeri to a candle lit dinner down by the lake and some quiet time under the stars

@whileyouwait-dm - Bellator, Djall's guard, has a romantic dinner planned for Miriana. It's not going to happen. As soon as Djall finds out the plan, he makes his own to take her to an area of the realm that is a paradise and plans his own romantic dinner. Chaos ensues. Miriana does get a romantic dinner, with Djall in the end.

@princess-of-thieves-id - Inara ends up having a romantic dinner with both Arik and Diyan, and no one dies.

[armoredisopod]

Nymph pulls featuring the worst possible off banner i could've gotten, i intentionally avoided Ho'ol during Lone Trail and now here she is jumpscaring me and eating my pulls, the Djall with the heart motifs in her design is supposed to be the one who inflicts the Fear debuff 💀

I can't even E2 Nymph rn because i forgot i ran out of chip catalysts but at least i have her in preparation for CCBP#3 and her kit is just pretty good in general

Still this took me 100 pulls so i have basically no pulls left for Jessicalter, gonna have to pray to RNG and hope i get the sad cat but at least i have enough left to guarantee Marcille when the dunmeshi collab arrives in March

And of course i got my beautiful bird man his ethereal new outfit, it would be a crime not to

[aphungay]

damn :(

og under the cut by Haus of Decline

[dsknsk]

Loveletter

File Gender: Male Combat Experience: None Place of Birth: Kazdel Date of Birth: August 16th Race: Sarkaz (Incubus Djall (see read more)) Height: 187 cm Infection Status: Originium granules detected in circulatory system, no crystals visible on surface

An impish hacker from Kazdel who nearly managed to paralyze Rhodes Island's communications. Was hired by Closure since he was seemingly intrigued by possibly becoming a white hat hacker. He gladly flirts with any gender, but whether the love he promises is genuine will likely remain up in the air.

//Sooo I decided to make a Valentine's Day operator (kinda). He's based on a very specific real life thing - his codename and the numbers on the patch on his sleeve are the biggest hints.

Soo back when Nymph was first released, I predicted the race that would turn out to be the Djall to be succubi, since...well, the thematics of living on feelings and the like. And thus I had made up a masculine counterpart for them, the incubi. Now that the race is actually Djall, they could be considered a subspecies (within a subspecies, ya, ik)

They have similar powers, but they specialize in dream manipulation and they are specifically drawn towards others, so they are rarely loners. They also exhibit traits that Djall don't have, like heart-shaped pupils (just like certain frogs have in real life) and their long tail typically ends in a heart shape.

The reason why the creature in his image has lily "mane" instead of a rose, is because it's an inversion of sorts! Rose = bara, so lily = yuri.

[exoticalmonde]

A Kazdelian Rescue - Experience and Narration by Dr. Eve (Part II)

I'm not going to go full extensive mode with the story of the event this time, because there's not that much to say overall. We're going to go over some funny moments, the root of the story and I'm going to show you these gorgeous models you surely have never seen before in your life.

Starting with

I did it and I am a proud owner of a LvlMaxE2 Mitm if you have not been aware from the previous post.

I went ahead with the stages of course and because I finally have a vanguard I want to use (no offence to the Vigna enjoyers out there) I could do TeekazKnights for the entire run. Ignore Shalem.

It wasn't too bad, but it definitely had that one moment where I really didn't know what to do in KR-5 CM because of these cannons... Explode my operators and don't take anything but Arts or True Damage, yeah that's a wonderful idea.

I had only Surtr and Hoederer to deal with one side, but by the time they were up-- Man, it was a mess.

Anyways, the cars were not that big of a deal and the boss was... Well, it's a year 2 boss, the only thing he's scary for is when he's on the boat, but I dealt with that by putting Logos down for 20 seconds.

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Story-wise, here's the premmise:

The Liches are doing their best trying to appease the Souls that are inside the Kazdelian Furnace (which is fuelled by these Revenants and that heat goes towards nodes throughout the city to make it more hospitable) because after the war with Victoria, things are calming down.

Wisadel's gun contains one very old Revenant who wants to join his kin so they can all go with peace. Except, they're being very mean about it - logically, they've been banished there for aeons and only know hatred and pain.

This is where I went ahead on my own and read a little about Revenants because I forgot what they were all about:

Revenants are the collective souls of Sarkaz who were unfortunately sacrificed in the summoning of the first Amnannam by the Farchaser, the first King of Sarkaz who moulded his tribesmen into the image of man through Originium, during the "Descending War" against the Elders' invasion upon Kazdel. The summoning of the first Catastrophe and Originim caused these innocent Sarkaz to forever lose their material bodies and turn them into sentient spiritual beings.

The Revenants have the ability to possess non-living things to manifest themselves physically. One of the notable Revenants are those possessing the giant airship built by the Military Commission of Kazdel.

Cue, the Revenants inside the ship and those in the Furnace get angry and the cannons from the ship shoot a blast at the Furnace and blow it up only a little.

Pieces of the furnace are now around Kazdel, but some of them are secretly haunted by Revenants, so now somebody needs to collect them before they possess a person and do something weird.

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I love starting the story with Sarkaz expletive. Feels like home.

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One of the funniest parts of this event is the image of Manfred being in the sky just to observe the whole Litch ritual that's happening below, in the Furnace. Then, the Oldies get into an argument and one of them gets really pissy.

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Children's voices: "Who's. That. Pokemon?!"

It's the Ancient Sarkaz Revenant.

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Insert Nymph, one of the only Djall remaining in Kazdel, who is baited by the Lich Ermengarde to do most of the hard work and that includes keeping people away from the Furnace node on this specific spot. Nobody takes her seriously, but also nobody bullies her about it.

Knowing that a part of the Furnace is blown, Nymph accepts a second quest from Ermengarde to collect the parts that have Revenants in them, because now those in the Furnace are sad that they're not together.

Why is Nymph the perfect person to go Revenant collecting?

Djall are one of the ten surviving ancient pure-blooded Sarkaz tribes of the Sarkaz Royal Court, but there are not many of the Djall left in modern Kazdel due to the chaotic situation of the city and their high sensitivity to negative emotions. They're also the only Sarkaz tribe that cannot be affected by the Revenants' powers.

Thus, she goes on an adventure to talk to people who potentially might have heard/seen something about the Revenant fragments and is mainly helped around by Pohl Mitm, who is the Consultant for a section of the Sarkaz (basically a eunuch advisor, but they listen to him only sometimes).

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Just another day of being in the town square, minding your business, selling your wares, listening to music and eating bread. Just a normal day in Kazdel where nothing really happens.

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One of my favourite lines.

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Mitm you cannot use the name Pohl, I'm sorry, it's forbidden. No character of mine is going to be called Pohl after Harold came to the Landship. I can have only one old man here, you're barely 20.

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He lied as naturally as he breathed.

He's going through it, folks. This is it, this is cinematic genius. This is why I love reading these stories when my sillies are involved. What a mipy.

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Smooth like a fork on a chalkboard.

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Colour me 15 shades of surprise when I saw that Mostima and Fiammetta were not only here, but we had special interactions with them? I didn't read any of Guide Ahead, but I know these two are like water and oil and it's very funny to put them together and rattle the bottle until it's bubbling.

They are exactly the way I imagine they'd be from listening to Dr. Lundi.

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