#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

[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.)

[riotrenegade]

janthir wilds spoilers ig, i’m just kind of stream-of-consciousness rambling about my commander

Gray is having a very interesting time in Janthir. With the dragons gone and his initial mission on Tyria complete he finally has the headspace to process the events that brought him to Tyria in the first place. He didn’t really do it during SoTO and didn’t really do it during Gyala and it’s finally hitting him here, because Janthir and the lowlanders are reminding him of home, of Earth. And it’s fucking killing him.

Nostalgia mixed with grief mixed with joy. The lowlanders look so much like the Ursine of Earth, and the wilds remind him so much of the wilderness, the Midlands and Grunes Tal and Swineland before the disaster. He finds himself sitting silently out in the wilderness, reliving memories of the people he’s lost and dealing with bursts of emotion at inopportune times. He refuses to explain to his peers and withdraws into himself until he can’t hold it in anymore.

Caithe doesn’t know the details of Gray’s past, nobody does really. He came through a portal at the Henge of Denravi, said he was a “Broccan from Earth” when asked, and refused to explain further. And that was that, for twelve years. He never really talked about the details, there was never time or space and he always changed the subject promptly when pressed. Until now. One evening at the homestead, after the first bout with the titans, Caithe finally catches Gray off his guard, sitting and staring at the fire in the hearth. Staring through it. She asks him what the hell is up with him, why he’s been acting so strange since coming to Janthir. And he finally tells her the details. About Earth. Djall. His friends. All of it. Years of adventures and joy and guilt and promises kept and broken, all consumed in an instant. All lost forever, beyond even the Mists.

He tells her how he still relives it all, how the memories are coming back stronger here. How the lowlanders remind him of the Ursine, how every time he looks at Poky, despite himself, he sees someone else in him. How he feels guilty about it, shameful. Poky isn’t him, now isn’t then. How he’s frustrated with himself; how he doesn’t want to keep living in the past but has to remember them, has to keep them in his heart so they aren’t forgotten completely. Not even the dust of the Earth remains. If he doesn’t keep the fire going, no one will. No one will remember them.

Caithe didn’t know any of this. Couldn’t fathom how deep Gray’s emotions ran. This is why he’s been so passionate about saving Tyria, stopping the Dragon Cycle. Because he had already failed once. He couldn’t let another world slip through his grasp, not after he watched the first one literally crumble in front of him.

This puts him into perspective for her. In the dim firelight, looking at his twisted and scarred face drawn into a pensive and sorrowful expression, she sees the weight of not one, but two worlds on this one small broccan’s shoulders. He suddenly looks very small to her. And for the first time since she met him, she sees him crumbling, breaking from the weight of everything he’s been through. He weeps openly, in front of another person, for the first time in twelve years.

[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.

[whileyouwait-dm]

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Chapter 3

A new day dawns...

The morning after her arrival, Miriana awoke and looked through the closet.  She was surprised to find a wide variety of clothing, and all of it in her size.  There were some that weren’t quite her style, but most of them seemed like something she could at least make work.  Shoes lined the floor as well, once more in sizes that would fit her.  The dressers contained everything else she’d need for outfits.  From the amount it looked like she was going to be Djall’s guest for a while.  She guessed if he was going to provide for her like this, it wouldn’t be all bad.  How he, or someone he’d hired, had known her sizes was a mystery, but then maybe when you are the Lord of Hell, somethings are just known.

After dressing in something comfortable, she opened the door to the hallway, and found herself facing a large and rather imposing male across the hall.  She guessed this was some kind of guard, meant to keep her from just wandering around in the mansion aimlessly.  “Good morning.” She attempted a smile, but wasn’t sure how convincing it was.  “Umm…I really don’t know where I’m supposed to go or what I’m supposed to do.  Are you supposed to take me somewhere, or is Djall going to show up?”  Her face scrunched up and her shoulders rose as she talked, her voice also a bit strained as she looked down both directions of the hallway before back at the man’s face.

This apparently amused him a bit, as he chuckled before answering.  “Miss Miriana, I can take you to Djall.  No worries.  You don’t have to be so nervous.  He’s let us all know you’re here, and to help you out while you are.  You may be in Hell, ma’am, but you’re in the boss’ house.  It’s a lot different in here than it is outside.”  He gave her a wink and slightly jerked his head in the direction they were going to go.  “Follow me.”

The guard’s manner made Miriana relax and she thanked him, with a far more genuine smile, before falling in line behind him.  They made their way through the beautiful mansion into what almost seemed like an office building from the way that it was decorated.  Her brow creased as she looked at everything.  Was Hell a corporation?  It kind of made sense. What could be worse than spending your life in a cube farm being endlessly tortured by customer service calls?  It was almost enough to make her shudder at just the thought.  Please don’t have him plan on making her work at a phone bank!

When they stopped at the end of the hallway, it wasn’t hard to tell that the office before her would be Djall’s.  The door was a dark and heavy wood, intricately carved with scrolls, fleur de lis, and faces of many kinds along with a handle that was shining brass.  It was stunning to look at and the detailing was exquisite.  It looked like something that would be more at home in a regal castle than in an austere corporate hallway.  Hell was certainly much different than she had expected.

The guard knocked and when Djall’s voice was heard from inside, the guard opened the door and gestured for her to enter.  As Miriana did, she was as awestruck by the interior of his office as she was the door.  It too could have been from some fairytale like castle rather than a corporate office.  Dark, intricately carved woods adorned everything, a spiral staircase in the corner led to a second floor, floor to ceiling bookcases, plush leather furniture set in seating areas, two small meeting tables with four and six chairs respectively, and at one end was Djall’s massive desk with a beautiful leather chair behind it. Behind that were the two story windows, the first floor in clear glass and the second in stained glass with nature scenes.  She almost forgot to walk down to where he was, she got so focused on taking all of the details of his office in.

“I’m going to assume that my office is to your liking?”  Djall asked with an amused smirk on his lips.  “Altaire, please have the kitchen send breakfast, coffee, and tea in now.” He nodded to the guard who returned the nod and left the room.

“I’ve never seen anything like this in real life.  I’m sorry if I’ve been rude.”  Miriana’s cheeks flamed a bright pink as she walked down to where he was still standing behind his desk at the other end of the room.  Her eyes couldn’t quite meet his, she felt embarrassed for being caught gaping at everything.  “Thank you for everything in my room, Djall.  I feel spoiled.  You really didn’t have to give me quite that much.”  The pink darkened and her eyes dropped to the floor, her smile did not falter a bit however.  

“You can continue to look around the room if you like, you’ll be spending quite a bit of time in here with me. That is, if you accept my offer.” Djall’s smirk did not fade either.  His eyes were keenly on her as her expression changed to one of surprise; and was that a touch of fear?  “And, you are welcome for all of your clothing and needs.  If there is anything missing or lacking, you have only but to ask.  It appears you will be here a while and I do want you to be most comfortable. Getting you what you want and need is not an issue.” Once more he was struck by her beauty, the way the morning light came streaming through the windows and made her light brown hair sparkle. Thankfully he did catch himself before he reached out and touched it, his hand lightly fisting at his side.

“Thank you.” She said again, feeling like her cheeks were on fire.  He was studying her, something people rarely did and it made her self conscious.  “What is it that you are offering that would keep me in your office?”  She decided to ask, since he hadn't elaborated and she felt a strong need to change the subject before she said something to embarrass herself.

“I am the Lord of Hell, which is just a fancy way of saying I’m the administrator.  I keep it running efficiently and make sure that we have no issues.  I’ve looked into your life on Earth.  You were very good at managing and assigning manpower.  I could use that skill.”  He gave her a smile, still studying every detail about her.  “Normally, the algorithm that decides where souls go after they die does not fuck up like it did with you.  Souls destined to be here are delivered to a holding area, and there is a meeting once a day where they are divided up amongst my Overlords for their eternal damnation and torture. Following so far?”

Miriana nodded.  “Sounds pretty logical.  So what is it that you would like me to do?” Her head cantered as she listened to him, taking in all the details.

“The Overlords are not always happy with my choices.  They end up having another meeting and discussing who they have been given and what they think should be done with them, then end up trading.  I have a lot on my plate with running an entire realm, and I would like you to become my assistant.  You will help me handle the Overlords and my two Warlords.  Determine their strengths and styles then assign the souls to the Overlords, new demons to the Warlords.  Do you think you can help me with that? Anything you need, anything at all, you can have it.  ” Djall’s brows rose as his head slightly tipped to the side.  He could already see her turning it over in her head.  Good.  Come on little human.

Spending the afterlife doing HR?  This was not exactly what she had anticipated, but there were worse things to do.  She was in Hell after all.  She’d be safe, she’d be in this amazing office, and she could ask Djall for anything she wanted.  There really wasn’t a downside that she was seeing.  “Okay, yes. I think that I can help with that.  I accept your offer.  You have yourself a new assistant.”  She gave him a smile, still a little unsure.  She was, after all, making a deal with the literal Devil.  Miriana didn't add that spending the day where she got to look at the hot Lord of Hell was also a nice bonus to the position.  She didn't want him to rescind the offer, or get angry with her for flirting.

“Splendid!”  Djall grinned as he snapped and a smaller version of his desk appeared perpendicular to his at one end.  A leather chair matching his but smaller was behind it.  A laptop appeared on top, but instead of an apple logo, there was a little demon head.  Miriana had to fight a laugh at the detail.  “There are office supplies in the desk, but if there is anything you need, we have an intranet page for ordering office things.  Also, Amazon delivers, you’ll already be logged into our account.  Feel free to order any hair and makeup things I didn’t think of or that you prefer a different kind.” He inclined his head, smirk firmly in place at her wide eyed look. “I prefer to gift jewelry myself..call it a personal touch.” He winked.

“This is all real, right?  I’m not just in a coma or something?”  Miriana asked, still feeling a bit disoriented by it all. 

Djall walked around the desk, standing before her, and taking her upper arms lightly in his hands before leaning his head down towards hers so he could look directly in her eyes.  “I know this is a lot to take in, but it is real.  You are dead. This is Hell.  And you are now Hell’s HBIC, my darling.  It will take a while to all sink in.  Unfortunately, you’re going to have a crash course in Hell life, because my job never stops.”  He gave her a reassuring smile as he inhaled the slight scent of her perfume that lingered from before she had come to his realm.  He was putting the scent to memory to order more for her, a personal gift.  There was a feeling in him that working with her was going to be a pleasure, and he might just miss her when she was gone. 

Miriana nodded, so far life in Hell didn’t seem too awfully bad, but then again she was the guest of the ruler, so she had a feeling that helped.  Blowing out a breath, “okay, where do we begin?’  She gave him a rather nervous smile and shrugged.  Might as well get started, after all, it wasn’t like she had any other plans.

“That’s my girl.”  He winked at her with a grin, and maybe a little flirtation.  Just a little though.  She was going to have to leave and nothing could happen between them, such a shame really.  He had a feeling that he was going to enjoy having her around, and having someone to keep him company and help with the workload would always be welcome.

[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

[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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[aphungay]

damn :(

og under the cut by Haus of Decline

[cljordan-imperium]

Uhhhh....guys....I needed to make up names for the Overseers in Hell for Djall, so I was using Google Translate and Latin...and....welll.....HELP!!!

Also, I tried yelling at in German, but we're still on basics so now it's confused and pissed!

@blind-the-winds @saltysupercomputer @dreaminggoblin @pheita @writingmaidenwarrior

[obsesionn]

E thjeshtë, por edhe tekanjoze. Ishte diqka mes engjëll - dhe - djall. Vajzë që të jepte qetësi shpirtërore, pa harruar të të çmendte më parë.