#The Fanatic

[kinadestiny2]

long time no see

[crownsandbishops]

Cab characters as TADC cast

( I had a lot of fun with this one, especially adjusting all the designs so nobody looked like they were just a colour swap or just wearing a costume )

[adairtrashart]

cotltober day 24 other side

if the fanatics hands are wrong i dont know what to tell you someone took down the image of their hand on the wiki and i wasnt going to start a new save file to beat the game a second time so i could get to the part of the game where i could get the ref image myself

[a-driftamongopenstars]

a gift for the departed; Crow & Fikrul ficlet;

i finally finished Act III and the resolution was interesting and I'll think about it more, I really wanted some closure for Crow (and Uldren!) and Fikrul. So I wrote my own :D also on ao3

It is a pilgrimage. Crow ascends the ruins of the would-be Kell's hideout as the remaining Scorn watch him out of sight. There is respect for him, yes, but there is more. There is scorn. It is something that cannot be undone, far too many wrongs.

Crow walks safely through the courtyard, through the tunnels that burrow through the rocky dungeon. With the last Scorn Barons dead, nothing but tainted cinder left in their wake, there is no need for violence.

His destination lies far ahead, across the dark maws of the Reef. Every room is an homage to Uldren's and Fikrul's dream. Awoken statues left in shambles, their sacred designs corrupted and perverted. All that the Prince and the Fanatic wanted to see but never lived to.

But the crown to that dream, the final destination, is where Fikrul's body lies. Crow's footsteps echo in the massive throne room, and he cannot look away from the pointed arch of his Sister's seat.

But that will have to wait.

Crow finds Fikrul's remains untouched. The only mark of his defeat is the poison-green webbing at his chest, where the Guardian has filled his Ether with Light and reverted what the Darkness has done. Crow is struck with a flashback, his fingers trembling, his eyes wetting with tears, as he remembers Fikrul's Ether-bleeding wounds from times ago. How he wished, oh how he wished with his whole heart, that Fikrul be spared from the Guardians' violence.

A wish granted, a son born. That is how he became a Father.

Crow shakes his head, wishing that memory away. The part of him which is Uldren weeps, and he lets it. It, too, deserves to mourn the loss.

He was not a good Father. He left his wish-made off-spring into a bodyguard, a weapon, an undying font of loyalty. And when he himself was put into the ground, his son was left stranded, bound forever to live on. Perhaps, such is the fate of children, however they come to be.

But in this outcome, Crow feels happier. The other part of him, righteous and bold, is glad that the Fanatic's rule is over. No more tortured Eliksni. No more death and rebirth, not for him, not like this.

So he turns to the other thing that calls to him. The throne that looks like a dark fork against the blood-red window.

He seats himself upon it. He reaches up for the pin in his hair and removes it, letting black strands fall in a familiar fashion down his head. His eyes, shining brightly in this dark, scout the room where everything is dead, still and unmoving.

His vision feels out of bounds and distant, yet focused entirely on this throne room. A memory once again, or, perhaps, something that never happened. A gift for the departed, a vision and a dream come true, if only for a moment.

Strange, how in order to move on, one has to return to the origins of pain. Crow finds himself in that situation more often than he wishes to. And yet, it is cathartic.

He feels Uldren's voice coat his vocal cords with bitter honey, his words elevated with the Awoken slant.

"I release you from my service," he says quietly, royally, aiming at nothing in particular and everything at once. "Now go. Be free."

The silent room echoes.

[ask-cult-creek]

So, Creek, what’s so great about Branch anyway?

[awokennerd]

My bf and I played a bit of Revenant last night and I was excited to see daddy Fikrul enter the chat. But then I went to see Eido and I absolutely was super duper excited and giddy to see her in game again. My bf was calling me gay cause I wanna go on a date with Eido. I was more excited to see my girl Eido than Fikrul.

But definitely a great line up of characters this season! Fikrul, Crow, Eido, Mithrax, Eramis, and even Variks. I always love the eliksni seasons and adding scorn to the mix makes total sense right now, especially now Fikrul is claiming to be the Kell of Kell. It's a great mix of helping Mithrax with his curse and slaying the scorn to prevent all the eliksni from turning into scorn. I can't wait to play more and read all the new lore.

[inyourbenevolence]

In your benevolence,

hear the Fanatic's prayer for a grey day tomorrow.

Episode 9 of I Need A Miracle is out now. Search podcast apps for I Need A Miracle or visit www.foggyoutline.com/ineedamiracle for more ways to listen.

Starring Caleb Obediah as Frist, the Fanatic

Written by @merelymatt

Directed by Robert Valentine

Recorded at Jukebox Studios

With broadcast assistance from Teresa Milewski

Sound design by Sarah Buchynski

Music by Katharine Seaton

Produced by Sarah Golding for @wirelesstheatreco

Cover art by Dionysis Livanis

[state-of-franklin]

I am so afraid of the fanatic yall don’t even know

[thewitchoftheweed]

Some text I wanted to include about Faith and Love that I forgot!

Faith was an optimist with a belief that things that happen has a meaning and always has a positive side to it, and people will be rewarded with what they deserved. She trusts people easily and their promises, which didn't let her down most of the time. (She was a symbol of Azrael's faith in life and fairness. I hc her as dead of old age by the time the Folding stronghold fell, which makes Azrael turning on Narinder symbolic as his faith dies when TOWW, instead of reviving him back, used the ensuing massacre afterwards to speed up the prophecy.)

Love was an idea that Azrael and Hope jokingly tossed around but found that they really liked it, and the tiny lad was so loveable he fills others' hearts with loving adoration. (Just as his Hope died at the hands of the Bishops, the Love in Azrael's heart also was killed in the same day.)

I hope these are grabbing enough!

Thanks for sharing this! I do love the idea of Faith trying to maintain that throughout her life; she would've overcome so much, so it makes sense she keeps believing.

You've put so much thought into this little family and the symbolism behind each loss. It's a perfect little microcosm for the suffering the Bishops/TOWW inflicted for the sake of their family feud. Excellent stuff, thanks as always for sharing!

[speaker-of-the-void-cats]

Forsaken Lightfall

Dread not naught. Be brave.

Look around the sky.

Behold the great | divide, the battle | lines of the cosmic war.

Fikrul is a Fanatic.

Scorned and abandoned.

"This is as far as you go."

"Please. For you, I go… instead. All know… darkness lives here. Death. You are not of Ether. Can't bring… you back."

"All the same."

"Yes, Father. We ever serve and await return."

Fikrul is all who strive to regain strength of self and purpose. He is a survivor. He is the outcast priest of the broken plains, and his sermon is death and all the glory that follows.

"Go. Inspire. And avenge your murdered friends."

The why of what we're doing is as important as the what.

To that end, the Shadow of Earth extended a hand, and into it flew the Shadow's companion-soul, who had spoken not a word for many ages.

The Shadow bade the companion-soul to speak, and the companion-soul obliged:

I looked at the Gardener.

I looked at my hands.

"I love you"

With that, the Shadow's fist closed, and the companion-soul was no more.

I discovered the first knife.

And then there were two.

You've no idea how fortunate you are to be my chosen. You hold the flesh of a god in your hands. You are mere steps away from our salvation. Only Light|Dark, to|get|her, can unlock my way back into your world.

That's it, keep going. FREE ME.

Please, brother. Will you walk through hell for me, one last time?

"Yes."

Good. Then let us finish this.

"Everything I did, I did for her."

You brave,

devoted,

pathetic

fool.

Thank you.

Even paradise is a prison....

when you can't leave.

"The line between Light | Dark is so very thin.

Do you know which side you're on?"

RECORD 0-CHASM-31

Rajesh. When he reached a displacement of eight he told us he was dead. I believed him. He was dead. He spoke to us. It was true. Whatever he saw, it was his own future.

He’s fine, afterwards. When I look into his eyes I wonder what came back wearing his skin. But that thought is unscientific.

We speak of nothing but the device. We talk about it like a demigod. When I get out of here I know the whole world will look like a fraying veil.

I think it’s clear that part of the problem is substrate. We need more than flesh and drug to survive this.

This one's for the minds behind the Deep Stone Crypt. You think just because you made me you can unmake me? Hey, I understand. I were you I wouldn't want people knowing what I did either. Guess you better hope I didn't tell anyone about the crypt. Or about the, uh, what was it? Oh yeah...

Long

Slow

Whisper

Cause if I did, that would be real bad for you, huh?

I may be dead, but I guarantee you ain't heard the last of me.

[wahoo-fish]

Chuncolle Fanatic

[cursed-blade-gf]

I usually go on and on about Matt Mercer’s skills about DMing, but I also want to really gush about his voice acting chops.

Yusuke Kitagawa is an amazing example of this. It seems a simple ask for Matt, but somehow, Matt absolutely nails him. Maybe because Matt’s forte is overly dramatic characters, but either way, listening to Matt bring life to his characters, in a sound booth or behind a DM screen, is truly a master class and a true honor to be witness to.

Like, I can’t even count how many of his characters have genuinely enraptured my attention and actively made my jaw drop because of how clearly I can picture and understand his thoughts and motivations and character work.

Matthew Mercer is truly a master of his craft and his golden heart and his deep care for what he does does nothing but continue to deepen my profound and unshakable respect for the man.

[crownsandbishops]

So Shamura, have you heard of the one called the fanatic?

[prince--ofnothing]

Can I interest you in a Baron in these trying times?

Anatomy practice with Fikrul, The Fanatic.

[a-driftamongopenstars]

i cannot express how much i hope we can bring the Fanatic and his Scorn to our side in Revenant. I know it's not super likely, but how cool would that be.

i want to see what happens when Crow finds him. i mean come on. Fikrul's turning into Scorn was an act of compassion, twisted by darkness and wish magic. but it was compassion none the less. Uldren and Fikrul were bound by that unspoken pact.

the Fanatic did care about Uldren. i don't think him calling Uldren "father" was any kind of joke.

so I wonder if it can be salvaged. I want to know what kind of attitude Crow would have now, would he be resentful or his compassionate self, seeking out the good in anyone he meets?

anyway i'm chewing this hope like a bone.