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justporo · 1 year

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The moon and the stars

A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Part 2

Author's Note: In which Tav and Astarion continue preparing for the ball - and it almost broke me to describe their clothing (this fic really makes me break out a dictionary way too often...)

Song: Suit & Tie - Justin Timberlake

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav Rating: Explicit Warnings: none

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When you finally left the bathroom, you felt indeed pleasantly relaxed – physically and mentally. Astarion had made you put on a fancy silken robe he had gotten for you as a gift. The smooth fabric felt pleasantly cool on your skin and you couldn’t stop looking at the wonderful floral pattern it had and its deep red colour. Astarion, in the meantime, had slipped into a similar robe made of satin that was obviously the match for yours in pattern and colour.

“Come with me, my love, I have something else for you”, Astarion said with a promising smile and led you to your joint bedroom. Surely, there he had already placed a bottle of wine and two goblets for you on a sidetable next to the chaise longue you had also placed in this room. “You really got to stop showering me with gifts, Astarion, I can’t keep up with you”, you laughed when you saw the dress laid out on the bed. Next to it was a doublet, shirt, vest and pants.

“Firstly: no, I don’t! Secondly, you don’t have to! And thirdly, it was a gift for myself as much as for you, my love”, Astarion responded and went over to the small table to pour you some wine.

“You really thoroughly prepared all this, didn’t you?”, you asked as you walked closer to the bed to take a closer look at the dress laying there. You were intimidated by the thought of wearing something so unusual for you – but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that you also felt pretty excited. Wasn’t this what so many girls and women dreamt of? Being a princess, at least one time in your life, dancing with your partner in a castle? In your case with your regal prince?

Just that your prince happened to be a very sassy vampire; but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You giggled at the thought which caught Astarion’s attention. “What’s there to giggle, my love?”, he asked looking at you with suspicion as he came over to you and offered you the goblet with wine. “Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how you’d make a terrible prince on a white horse.” Astarion looked confused for a second, then snorted: “Yeah well, for that sort of thing you should have chosen Wyll, my sweet.” He took a swig of wine and so did you.

“Nah”, you replied after that and made a face. “I love my snarky little vampire way too much for that.” You smiled at him and gave him a kiss.

“I don’t know where the ‘little’ comes from, but anyways. I love you too, my sweet princess, now go look at the dress I brought you or I’ll take it back”, Astarion teased after the kiss and motioned towards the bed with his head.

So, you finally strode over and took in the garment: It was a striking deep blue that became lighter and a wonderful shade of purple up to lavender further down the skirt – impressively similar to the colours the sky turned when the sun set. It had a high collar that didn’t fully close around the neck in the front, so it allowed for a deep neckline that almost looked like a four-pointed star and long flowy sleeves that from the elbows down became cascading trains of fabric. The bodice was decorated with embroidered bigger four-point stars and smaller sparkles in silver and a few shiny stones. From the slender belt around the waistline down it became a luscious silken skirt that was carefully draped with few more star decorations that became fewer the more the colours lightened.

It was quite frankly stunning. Regal and elegant, but not overly flamboyant which would have been something you would have never felt comfortable to wear. And the most important thing: no corset. You wouldn’t have believed it, but you were actually excited to put this garment on.

You turned to Astarion with a huge grin who carefully expected your reaction. “You delivered on your promise to not make me wear a corset”, you cheerfully exclaimed. “And?”, drawled Astarion raising his eyebrows and lowering his gaze at you expectantly. Shortly, you considered making a joke, but you saw how genuinely excited Astarion looked so you went with the truth: “It’s incredibly beautiful and I am indeed pretty excited to put it on and see what it looks like on me.” To that Astarion’s eyes started shining with joy and love. “Neither can I, beautiful”, he cooed and pulled you in with one arm to nuzzle his nose against your cheek.

“Did you do the embroidery yourself?”, you asked while you wrapped your arm not occupied with wine around his waist and kept looking at the dress. “Well, of course”, the vampire replied. You could feel his chest rise with pride – and rightfully so.

“Let me take a look at your outfit before I get dressed”, you said after a while and took a sip of wine. You untangled yourself from Astarion and stepped closer to the bed again to where his clothes were laying next to yours.

Quite obviously his shirt, vest, doublet and pants were made to match your dress – or maybe it had rather been the other way around. The shirt was simple: white, with a high collar and some lace details at the hems. The pants already were more intricate: black leather that at first looked quite plain but patterns of swirls and undulations were pressed into it all over. The vest was very similar to your bodice, also with a high neck but the shade was an even darker blue and it closed at the front with intricate silver clasps all over the chest. Of course, it had some embroidery as well.

But the doublet was the centre piece of it all: You could see that the satin cloth – being the same shade of blue as the vest - had the same swirls as a pattern as the pants but it only became visible in the right angle of light. The front was intricately embroidered with silver stars. Smaller stars formed bigger stars and those an even bigger symmetrical pattern. Smaller parts of embroidery were placed on the sleeves and the hems. The button border was completely worked in silver thread, every silver button had a star on it and was closed with silver cord.

You were in awe. You were pretty sure you had never seen a finer piece of clothing. And knowing that Astarion had done the embroidery work himself – your jaw dropped. “You’ve outdone yourself”, you whispered, still awestruck.

“Ah well, I mean, I only picked out the pieces and did the embroi-“ “Shut up and take the compliment, Astarion, humbleness doesn’t become you”, you immediately stopped him with a raised finger and looked at him. He closed his opened mouth and shrugged: “I mean, we are going to look gorgeous.” “Better! Now then – time to dress?” You looked at Astarion who only grinned at you and nodded.

You put down your remaining wine and carefully lifted up the dress while Astarion sat or rather laid down on the chaise longue. Leaning back on one of his arms, his robe opened up and you could see his bare chest beneath. When you looked at him quizzically, he said: “Don’t mind me, my love, I just wanted to get comfortable to enjoy the show.” He grinned at you lewdly and you immediately felt some of the heat from earlier come back.

You decided to just get going. You looked at the dress in your hands for a few more moments and then put it back down to free your hands when you saw that there had been something else laying under it.

Obviously, Astarion had picked out some lacey underwear to go with the dress. It was intricately worked, the same shade of blue as the dress – also an awful lot of nothing. You blushed and threw Astarion a glance whose grin only had become naughtier at you making the discovery.

“This looks more complicated to put on than the dress to be honest”, you whispered a bit coyly suddenly – almost more to yourself than to him. “You don’t have to, my sweet, call it merely a suggestion if you would”, Astarion said and got up to stand behind you. He grabbed you by the waist and leaned down to whisper to you: “If you don’t feel comfortable with it, that’s absolutely fine.” He pressed a soft kiss to your pointy ear. “No, I want to”, you immediately exclaimed.

“Good, because I’d love to tear it off you with my teeth later”, Astarion responded with a husky whisper and a tone that dripped with sinful promise like molten chocolate. He pressed another kiss to your cheek and went back to nonchalantly lounge on the chaise longue while you felt your blush grow and your eyes widen.

“One of these days you’re going to kill me saying stuff like this”, you breathed out. The vampire chuckled: “Only by saying? My love, I haven’t even started the doing.” By all the Gods – you had to turn away from him as he kept laughing and sipping his wine.

You carefully put on the lingerie while you were painfully aware of Astarion’s gaze burning into your back. But you didn’t turn around again – firstly, because you wouldn’t give him that present yet. And secondly, because you were scared the evening would be over way too quickly if you did.

Then you put on the dress. It had a long row of buttons down the back, so Astarion had to come over again to help you. And he did so by giving your neck a kiss for every button his fingers closed.

When he was done – the last button had earned you several kisses – he stepped back. “Turn around for me, darling?”, he asked almost shyly. You did, slowly while you looked down at yourself and could already feel yourself getting giddy.

“How do I look, my love?”, you asked coyly and softly swayed from side to side while gazing at Astarion through your lashes.

The vampire was speechless, his face was basically in shock as his eyes wandered up and down over your body. And then up again. And then down again!

“Like a goddess, my heart, like a vision”, he finally said while still unable to rip his ruby eyes off you. “Give me a twirl, my love”, he then exclaimed and clapped his hands. You happily fulfilled his wish. In fact, you did one or two bonus rounds and kept laughing the whole time. You could feel the skirt fly around you. “On this exception I would have loved a mirror to take a quick peek at how I look”, you said as you stopped turning, your cheeks flushed.

The vampire softly grabbed your hands: “Oh, way ahead of you, Tav.” He made you turn to the far corner of your bedroom where you saw what must’ve been the big heavy package, he had brought home yesterday with all the other stuff.

“You bought a mirror?”, you asked and furrowed your brows. “I thought we did agree on no mirrors in our house.” “Surely, my sweet, and I appreciate the notion, but… I wanted you to be able to look at yourself!”, Astarion replied and strode over to the floor-length mirror he had thus far kept covered with a sheet.

“Voilà!”, he exclaimed as he dragged off the cloth and revealed your reflection in the mirror as he stood beside it. You were stunned as you looked at yourself.

Thankfully, you still recognised yourself. It was still you. But you looked regal and elegant. Unconsciously you straightened your back and lifted your chin up a little which made Astarion grin – he knew exactly that he’d done an incredible job.

You lifted your arms, watched as the trains of cloth flowed down beneath your elbows, you watched the skirts move swiftly as you turned. Safe to say you had probably never felt this beautiful in your life. Astarion beamed at you. “Come over here, sweetheart, take a closer look”, he encouraged you. Then he quickly leaned over the rim of the mirror. “Ah, sadly still nothing”, he quipped and then went off as you stepped closer and admired the details of the dress.

“I still feel bad about having a mirror now”, you shouted back at Astarion while you leaned to your reflection to admire the craftsmanship of the embroidery. “Oh, don’t be, love. I’m used to it by now and you’re only going to make me sappy”, he answered from somewhere from the other corner of the room.

You kept looking at yourself, not fully believing that this was really happening, when suddenly something was dangling in front of your face.

Astarion had snuck up on you – and of course – there had been no reflection in the mirror to spot his arrival. Now, a piece of jewellery was lowered onto you slowly.

“Really? Another gift, Astarion?”, you asked mockingly in anger. “Hush, this is the last one, now look!”, he scolded you as he closed the clasp at the back of your neck. Then he let his hands softly rest on your shoulders.

It was a necklace with a round and beautiful moonstone set in gold, though the colour of the stone matched nicely with the decorum on your dress. It sparkled softly in different colours where it perfectly sat at the dip of your collar bone – and a perfect centre piece for your neckline. You reached at it with your fingertips. It wasn’t even incredibly excessive or flamboyant, just very delicately beautiful. And you immediately knew you would wear it every day.

“You’ve become my sun, Tav”, Astarion spoke solemnly. Surprised by his sudden mood change you threw a quick glance over your shoulder. The vampire looked longingly at your mirror image. His red eyes were glistening with warmth and almost seemed like they were tearing up. He didn’t stop looking at you in the mirror.

“And then… you gave up the sun for me and became my moon as well. The light of my life.” His eyes lit up even more saying that. “If I only can make up for that a tiny bit by showering you with gifts, adoring and loving you every day of my immortal life and keeping you safe and happy, then I’ll happily provide you with that as long as I am able to.” His voice almost broke but his eyes were incredibly bright.

Your eyes welled up. You turned around and grabbed his hands off your shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes. “It’s not all me though. You changed my life, taught me that I was worth more”, you spoke, your voice barely coming out as more than a whisper. You pulled his hands to your chest as he leaned his forehead softly onto yours. You felt the tears coming and saw that his eyes were almost running over as well: “You’re the one that’s guiding me. You’re my stars, Astarion, my whole firmament!”

Tags: @aurasyn @margoteve @usuallyunlikelyfox @hollowmasque @worryknotdear

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x you #fanfic #fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #a night of fake smiles and hidden lies #tav

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justsasuke · 8 months

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A few months ago it occurred to me that because the Uchiha were killed so early there's so much that Sasuke didn't get to learn about their traditions, habits, culture, etc. I started wondering what it would look like if Sasuke hadn't learned to wear those arm covers from his family and that it was something he had to discover on his own. What kind of impact would that have on him? How would that affect him as a child vs. when he's a little older? How would looking at those scars make him feel? It seems like it would be such a simple, no-big-deal thing but there's no way it didn't affect him at all, right? I may have put too much thought into it and made it something it’s not but in any case this fic-let thing is the exploration of those ideas... (it's also a small exploration of Juugo and Sasuke's relationship and how Juugo quietly observes and notices things that go unseen and unfelt by others but never pushes Sasuke to open up or tell him anything.)

Juugo’s calluses are rough against Sasuke’s skin as he carefully spreads ointment that’s too cold on Sasuke’s bruised body.

Everything aches. Sasuke is zoned out. He needs a distraction from the other nin’s touch but the only thing to look at in the room besides the wall is the single lamp that Juugo came in with. So Sasuke looks at nothing instead, unfocusing his vision until all he can see is a blur. The indistinguishable shapes and how they’re melting together aren’t enough to distract him from anything.

Juugo’s touch is jarring against his skin, not because of the callouses, but because of how gentle his movements are. There’s a large gash on Sasuke’s forearm and elbow where he had used it to cushion a fall against a patch of gravel in the dirt. Juugo’s hands make their way there and so does his touch. the larger nin has to shift to the side so he can reach it and as he does he enters Sasuke’s peripheral vision. Even with his gaze unfocused Sasuke can see the shadow of Juugo now so he closes his eyes. Juugo spreads some ointment, still cold but getting warmer onto the scrape. The sting is enough of a distraction, it burns awfully. Sasuke draws in a controlled breath through his nose, holding it before exhaling slowly. The sharp pain feels like it’s reaching his bones. He doesn’t notice when Juugo suddenly stills. He does notice, unwillingly so, when calloused fingers brush over his forearm down to his wrist. There is no ointment this time. He knows because the touch is warm. Juugo’s hand stills and because of the sudden stillness Sasuke opens his eyes. Everything is in focus now. He’s never been able to open his eyes to a blur when they weren’t fogged with tears or blood. Juugo is looking at Sasuke’s forearm, examining the pale skin that’s littered with hundreds of tiny scars like stars thrown carelessly into a polluted night sky. The scars are burn marks. Left by thousands of embers blown back by the wind from hundreds of jutsu cast. Some in practice, most in desperation to live. Sasuke shifts to take his arm back. He doesn’t want it to be looked at, not by anyone who knows more of him than just his name. He had worn the scars openly when he was a child in front of people who didn’t know him. He’d thought they made him look strong, that they were evidence of the blood that ran through his veins. He knows better now. Juugo’s grip isn’t loose enough for him to easily pull away. The large nin runs his thumb over and over across a particularly large mark inches above Sasuke’s wrist. It’s one of the largest ones.

When he’d shown up to class with it untreated, still raw and burning from the night before, a classmate who would never make it to Genin had acted like he’d come back from battle. He had been so proud that day. The scar is smaller than the pad of Juugo’s thumb. Sasuke is suddenly conscious of the fact that he’s stripped to the waist, shirt on the floor next to him, and how exposed it makes him. He had willingly let Juugo remove the garment. Had let the man unguard him without a second thought, knowing it was necessary to give Juugo access to the wounds that needed attention. He had prepared himself for that much vulnerability. He hadn’t thought about what else he had given Juugo access to. “Sasuke…” Juugo hesitates. Sasuke wants to close his eyes again but he knows he can’t block out sound with darkness.

He keeps his eyes open, and because there’s nothing to look at he looks at the contrast of Juugo’s tanned skin pressed against his pale wrist. There’s a scar on the back of Juugo’s hand, Sasuke notices for the first time, starting where his thumb joins his palm and ending a few centimeters above the back of his wrist. It must have been a deep cut because even healed it’s a shallow trench. It’s much larger than any of the scars scattered across his own arms up to his elbows and probably holds infinitely more meaning and yet Juugo is examining him and his scars as if he’s the one that means something. As if his scars are from something deeper than childhood stupidity.

“Sasuke…”

There’s a question in the syllables Juugo is speaking that sound like his name.

Sasuke wishes he understood what it was.

He glances up at Juugo, searching for a clue in the other man’s face. There’s nothing. “Is this from fireball jutsu?” Juugo’s question is softer than his hands were on Sasuke’s skin minutes earlier. Sasuke feels it then. The sharp pang of shame. It’s not from fireball jutsu, he thinks bitterly. It’s from a child who knew nothing but had been trying to be a man. He pulls his arm back, this time with enough force that Juugo has to let go. He doesn’t want Juugo examining him if it means examining his past too.

“I’m sorry” Juugo whispers. There’s a crack in his voice. It surprises Sasuke so he looks up at him. He wishes he hadn’t. Juugo is watching him carefully. His eyes look so sad. Sasuke hates that he can’t understand what Juugo is even sorry for.

He shakes his head. “I used to not wear coverings on my arms” He explains simply.

He doesn’t tell Juugo that it’s because he didn’t know he was supposed to. That having burn marks was the sign of an amateur, proof that he was an orphan who would never know enough about his family to ever truly belong. That each scar meant he had learned to make fire before he learned to protect himself from it.

#idk what this writing style is but #I wanted it to be uncomfortable to read #Also I was reading a lot of modern poetry so that definitely influenced something.#SasuJuu #Sasuke x Juugo #Sasuke #Headcanons #My musings #i write stuff #writing #juusasu

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anonymocha · 6 months

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pattern of skins release after reverse 1999 1.0 patch and the dominant afflatuses bc im going insane

[spoiler for future skins!]

1.1 star

- regulus (star)

- centurion (beast)

- apple (star)

- charlie??? (star)

1.2 plant

- sotheby (plant)

- x (intellect)

- bkorn (plant)

- eagle (plant)

1.3 beast

- tennant (beast)

- pickles (mineral)

- matilda (star)

- leilani (beast)

1.4 plant

- lilya (star)

- diggers (plant)

- sweetheart (beast)

- la source (plant)

1.5 beast

- tooth fairy (star)

- pavia (beast)

- dikke (beast)

- darley clatter (beast)

1.6 plant

- an an lee (plant)

- druvis (plant)

- zima (plant)

- a knight (spirit)

- bp (mineral)

1.7 surprisingly none!

- melania (beast)

- 37 (star)

- satsuki (plant)

- ms moissan (mineral)

so here are the afflatus' points based on the number of patches they dominated in

- beast 2

- plant 3

- star 1

- mineral 0

points based off arcanists with garmens

- beast 8

- plant 9

- star 7

- mineral 3

- spirit and intellect 2

CONCLUSION:

we need more mineral garments tyvm 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

#i made this for the sake of hoping that mineral units get more skins since im incredibly biased to kaalaa baunaa #PLEASE GIVE HER A GARMENT #ahhh reverse 1999... pleadse.... your soldier cannot live laugh love their way outta this #mochats #modownbads #i may make mistakes but its 12 midnight so #sorry to all my moots who keep witnessing me experiencing brainrot after 00:00

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wear-this-for-me-sweetie · 2 years

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Rikki Till and Stella Garmen

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dreamtigress · 3 months

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ozzakonveksi · 2 years

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Tahukah kamu dalam dunia jahit menjahit ada begitu banyak jenis jenis jahitan dalam pembuatan sebuah produk garmen. Pada kesempatan kali ini, Ozza Konveksi akan membahas lebih dalam mengenai jenis jenis jahitan beserta kelas kelasnya.

#jenis jahitan #mesin jahit #menjahit #konveksi #garmen

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stellisketches · 2 years

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I was looking through the Ro’Meave tree and I was wondering how Zane The First died cuz like I feel like that dude had a lot going on considering he was both the high priest and relic wielder ?

hahahahahahahah you have no idea the wellspring you've just unearthed.

I actually planned on writing a whole thing on Zane the First (aka Zane the Martyr) because his story is an interesting one.

Zane I was the first born son of Rikard II. From and early age it was said that Zane I was magickally blessed, and received divine visions from both the past and future (though he could not always tell which was which). It was decided that he would enter the priesthood (to which he was very enthusiastic about) and inherit the relic of Esmund when he came of age. (Side Note: The relic of Esmund was actually owned by the church, not the Ro’Meaves, meaning the church controlled which Ro’Meave wielded the relic. This is why there are so many generational gaps between relic wielders). It was almost predetermined that Zane I would become the High Priest thanks to his visions, and was treated almost as a messiah for the people of Ru’aun. This only strengthened as he got older, as he was incredibly generous, pious, and kind. It was said that every word that left his mouth sung like poetry, flowers would bloom in his presence, and his voice gentle enough to make the birds sing. (obviously historical embellishment but you get jist. The man was practically Jesus sugarcoated with the mannerisms of a Disney princess). Anyway, he was THE it-boy of Ru’aun for pretty much his entire life.

Up until the end of the Divine Crisis.

See, the Divine Crisis was a schism that happened in the religious beliefs of the Ru’aunians. See, before the Crisis, The Divine Warriors were worshipped fairly equally, with Irene only worshipped slightly more because she was native to Ru’aun (This belief was referred to as Senism). However, a new church (known as the Matronists) rose up who focused ONLY on Irene. The Matronists believed that since Irene was the only Divine Warrior that didn’t have any recorded instances of going through reincarnation, she was the only Divine Warrior that was an actual goddess. In the beginning, the church was mostly tolerated, as there had existed some small sects that focused on worshipping one or two particular divine in the past (though they didn’t really hold any degree of power). They started up in the southeast of Ru’aun and began to spread. They must’ve had some really good speakers in their ranks, as within seven years of popping up almost half of Ru’aun converted to the new faith is some shape or form.

The only major city who’s population didn’t have any Matronist population was O’Khasis. This was because 1) They were far in the west and hadn’t really received any missionaries yet, 2) O’Khasis possessed the biggest archive of information about the divine warriors in Ru’aun, meaning belief in ALL Divine warriors was pretty steadfast, and 3) Zane I was a REALLY GOOD public speaker who preached the Senist message.

Eventually, a group of Matronists DID show up in O’Khasis. This caused some controversy in the city-state as to whether or not they would be allowed in the city and allowed to build their own church. Lord Rikard II was apprehensive to the idea. His younger brother, Garmen, thought the Matronists should firmly be kept out of the city as they were a threat to their rule (Side Note: Garmen was extremely bitter about the fact that he did not hold the title of Lord. He had repeatedly questioned Rikard’s ability to rule in the past and would devour any power he was given. He was also religious to a certain extent, but moreso in a “divine right to rule” way). However, Zane I (true to his benevolent nature) believed everyone in O’Khasis was allowed to practice their own beliefs. Rikard eventually sided with his son and allowed for the Matronists to enter O’Khasis, and a year later allowed for a church to be built.

Now, several years later, the church had become even bigger, and more radical. The Matronists had begun to preach that Senism was heretical and practicing idolatry through worshipping the “mortal” Divine Warriors. Book Burnings had started popping up around Ru’aun and there was even a little Senist persecution in the far east. There were even whispers of overthrowing Senist Lords.

In O’Khasis, Garmen was the first to hear of these whispers, and figured that if something like this came to pass, then the new Lord would be replaced with a Matronist. Realizing this, Garmen ‘harmlessly’ converted to Matronism and began secretly supplying zealots with extra funding and encouraging more Matronist preachers He also began encouraging Zane I to let Matronists use the Archive of religious and historical text kept in the Cathedral of the Divine (known as the Juumel Katedraal). Zane agreed, of course, and slowly the number of converts in O’Khasis steadily began to rise. Somewhere along the way, Garmen actually started to believe in the Matronist method seriously instead of just using it for power. However, one day a Matronist zealot took a bunch of books from the archive and began burning them in the street. This caused Rikard II to ban and punish book burnings with a heavy prison sentence of 6 years per text burnt. Things got a LOT more tense in O’Khasis as book burnings kept popping up along with more Matronist whispers of overthrowing Rikard II. At one point Rikard tried to plead with Garmen to speak on his behalf to the Matronists (Side note: Rikard wasn’t mad that his brother had converted to Matronism before. He was surprised and a little worried, but was never prejudiced against him. They more so got into arguments about how his personal beliefs shouldn’t affect the people of Ru’aun). Garmen lied and said he would, but then started spreading lies to the Matronists that his brother was planning on persecuting them and burning them at the stake. Then, after one larger book burning that involved a group of Matronists, Rikard made the hefty decision that Matronists were officially banned from using the Divine Archive. It was this act that, unfortunately, sealed his fate.

Eleven days after the order was enacted, the Purge of Pages began. The Purge of Pages was a riot that began in the evening of the eleventh day and continued until dusk of the twelfth. Matronists took to the streets and began forcing their way into different libraries to take books and burn them in the street, along with persecuting Senist people. Honestly there is way too much to go over in a single post but the important stuff is this: 1) A mass or rioters stormed the royal palace in an attempt to kill Rikard 2) Rikard’s other child, Raine was smuggled out of the palace and taken to the Juumel Katedraal 3) Rikard was murdered by his brother 4) Zane I was able to hold off the destruction of the Juumel Katedraal via magick 5) Zane ordered that Raine be taken out of O’Khasis 6) The Juumel Katedraal (along with the entire archive) was set alight 7) Zane I refused to leave the Cathedral even as it burned around him, and was last heard reciting the Divine Prayer until the roof of the building collapsed on him and 8) Raine was intercepted by Garmen’s men and taken back to the palace.

In essence, Zane I died a martyr trying to protect his sister and save his beliefs & history from being burned to the ground, though ultimately it was somewhat in vain. The Purge of Pages was the single most devastating loss of historical and religious information in all of Ru’aun’s history, with over 80,000 books, scrolls, and texts lost to the flame.

#Seni is a variation on the latin word for six #i didn't want to call them sexists #If yall want me to write a fic about this lmk #Honestly this is a pretty shortened version of the events if I'm being honest #sorry it took so long for me to get to #Minecraft Diaries #mcd lore #minecraft diaries lore #garroth ro'meave #aphmau garroth #aphmau fanfic #zane ro'meave #romeave lore

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