#University of Bordeaux

[empirearchives]

Napoleon and Universities

From University of Bordeaux — Our History page, updated 28/06/2022

“In 1793, the University of Bordeaux disappeared like all French universities following a decision of the Convention (Parliament that governed France from September 1792 to October 1795 during the French Revolution) which saw in these corporations a remnant of the Ancien Régime.”

“Napoleon Bonaparte restored the concept of the university in 1806. In Bordeaux, the Faculty of Theology was recreated in 1808 and those of Letters and Sciences in 1838.”

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In original French:

Source: Université de Bordeaux — Notre histoire

[practically-an-x-man]

16 for Nikoletta/Abner?

Thanks!!

16. brand new neighbours au Send Me a Ship and a Number and I'll Write a Short Fic

____ Southern Hospitality

Word Count: 1.9k Content Warnings: mild body horror, some awkwardness

Crossposted on AO3 ____

The new neighbor was a little weird.

Nikoletta knew she was a little weird too. There weren't many apartment complexes that catered to metahumans, and those that did usually fell under one of two classes: so pricey that their only care was who could pay the rent, or so cheap that they didn't give a damn either way. After all, if they weren't even going to bother with clearing the mold out of the showers, why would they bother to screen out their paying tenants?

So everyone was a little weird around here.

But the new guy took it to a whole different level.

He'd moved in last week. Nikoletta still didn't know his name. She'd encountered him once or twice before, but he was... squirrelly. She'd offered to help him set up his TV on the day he moved in and had the door shut in her face - shut but not slammed, it almost seemed like he was trying to be polite about it, if the difference really mattered. And she'd run into him down by the mailboxes the other day and asked his name, but his response was so mumbled she couldn't make it out.

At this point, Nikoletta was tempted just to let it go. She wasn't exactly a social butterfly either, and as far as she was concerned she only needed to know her neighbors well enough to knock on their doors if there was a tenement fire.

But she was out of cornstarch. Her neighbors to the left were out of town, most of the others worked nights and weren't home, and she didn't ever deal with her across-the-hall neighbors unless she had to. Racist dickheads.

So that left the quiet man to the right.

Nikoletta knocked on his door before she could talk herself out of it. She'd never engaged with him directly like this. All their prior encounters had been brief and incidental, nothing so brazen as outright knocking on his door. She wondered why that was so daunting for her.

The door opened a crack. Through the gap, Nikoletta saw the faint glow of multicolored light illuminating the dark apartment beyond. Her first thought was of those flashy computer setups with the RGB lights - but if he had one of those, he certainly wouldn't be living in a place like this. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

"Hello," she started, before the silence could stretch too far, "I'm Nikoletta- your next-door neighbor? I'm sorry to bother you, I just- would you happen to have any cornstarch? I need to make a slurry to thicken this sauce and I'm all out."

There was a pronounced silence. Nikoletta fought the urge to shift on her feet.

"Wait here."

His voice was soft and somehow gentle, even as the door shut forcefully in front of her. Nikoletta stared at the warped, cracked wood for several long minutes, wondering vaguely if her sauce was bubbling over.

Finally the door swung open, and a plastic cup filled with cornstarch was thrust in her direction. The hand that held it was swollen with glowing pustules, illuminating the hallway with the same light she'd seen inside his apartment.

Nikoletta took the cup automatically, fingers nearly brushing his own in the flurry of it all - she realized too late that she'd forgotten her gloves - and then his hand retreated like he'd been burned.

"Hey, are you oka-"

The door slammed shut so powerfully that chips of paint fluttered down from around the doorjamb. Nikoletta stood there in stunned silence for a moment, certain he was watching her through the peephole in the center of the door, then bit her lip.

"Thank you," she said through the door, the only other thing she could think to say after the strangeness of that whole interaction, and trudged back to her apartment.

Twenty minutes later, she found herself back in front of his door.

This was a mistake. Clearly he wasn't feeling well. She could return his cup tomorrow, or even just leave it by the door for him to pick up on his own. She didn't need to knock on the door. She didn't need to bother him.

But here she was.

Nikoletta watched colorful light spray out under the base of the door and knew he had to be standing just on the other side.

"Excuse me," she said, summoning her courage, "I brought your cup back. And I wanted to invite you over for dinner."

Like before, the door opened just a crack. She caught a glimpse of him on the other side, just one dark eye and more of those glowing tumors amid the darkness.

"You want to invite me over?"

It was the most she'd ever heard him say at once. His voice still held the same gentle hesitance, like he was shocked she would even speak to him. Nikoletta nodded, now gaining a little more courage.

"I made more than I could eat anyway, and I figured it's only fair since you contributed to it too." she said, and held out the empty cup towards the crack in the door. This time she'd remembered her gloves.

He took the cup and wedged it through the crack in the door without releasing the chain. There was another long silence as he seemed to turn her words over in his head.

"You want to invite me over." he repeated, like something about the words just wasn't computing. Nikoletta shrugged.

"I'm not forcing you. I won't feel offended if you say no. But if you wanted to come over, eat a little home-cooked food, maybe meet your new neighbor..."

"Will you give me ten minutes?"

A smile burst across her face before she could stop it. She'd extended the offer mostly as a courtesy - this was the South, offering to share a meal was hardly any more uncommon than saying "bless you" after a sneeze - but had never really expected him to agree. That alone was a surprise. It was just as much a surprise that she found herself looking forward to it.

"Of course," she said, regaining her composure quickly, "Just knock on my door when you're ready. I'm just next door on your left."

"Thank you."

And then the door slid shut and he was gone once again.

Those ten minutes proved to be a godsend. Because she hadn't expected him to agree, she hadn't thought to get her apartment ready for any guests. And sure, ten minutes wasn't enough time to vacuum the floors or tackle the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink, but Nikoletta was at least able to set the table and clear a bit of the clutter before her neighbor knocked on her door.

She jumped at the sudden knock, and found herself hesitating as she made her way to the door. What it was that she was really nervous about... she didn't know. Being face-to-face with whatever those pustules and tumors were? But she'd spent plenty of time around metahumans, she'd certainly seen worse. She couldn't say she was delighted by the thought of it, but neither was she disgusted.

Maybe it was just the thought of having another living human in her home. She was nearly as much of a loner as he seemed to be. It was strange- more than strange, to have company that didn't boil down to a landlord or electrician.

He knocked again, a touch more hesitantly.

"Nikoletta?"

She took a deep breath, steadying herself, then pulled the door open with what she hoped was a welcoming smile.

The man on the other side of the door looked nothing like what she'd glimpsed inside his apartment. Gone was the strange multicolored light, the glowing masses that stretched the skin of his hands and face. He was about her age, taller than she expected and a little thinner too, dressed in slacks and a button-up printed with patterns she'd have expected to see on the carpet of a roller rink. His face was angular, sharp cheekbones and a strong, sloped nose, and he offered her something like a smile when he caught her eyes.

He was... kind of cute. In an awkward, kicked-puppy sort of way.

"Here, come in," Nikoletta blurted before she could get too lost in her thoughts, and ushered him inside.

It felt like a dance neither of them had rehearsed. She tried to usher him to the table and realized too late that she hadn't even gotten his name. He stumbled for words and introduced himself as Abner Krill, and she tried not to linger on the touch as she shook his hand. It had been far too long since she'd had physical contact of any kind, even gloved and shielded.

He noticed the smears of inky darkness across her wooden countertops, left from times she was too tired or careless or simply didn't bother to put on gloves, but didn't ask. She noticed the scars on his wrists and the way he seemed to tuck in on himself like he wanted to take up the smallest space he could, but chose not to ask about that either. She certainly didn't ask about the strange lights she'd seen in his apartment.

Eventually she got him seated at the table and set a plate in front of him, doing her best to act the part of the Southern hostess. She was a little new to this, to say the least. At least he didn't seem to mind her awkwardness. Not when it only matched his own.

Nikoletta wasn't sure how to make small talk, or if he'd want to make small talk, so she just tucked into her food and waited for her neighbor to do the same.

Abner took one bite and looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"Oh, honey, you don't have to eat it if you don't like it," Nikoletta blurted with a wince, "It's my dad's recipe, it's a little spicy- I'm sorry."

But he shook his head and took another bite, curling over the food like he thought she'd snatch it away from him.

"No, it's-" he mumbled, "It's good. It's just... been a long time since I've had, um, anything homemade."

And once he started, he couldn't slow down.

"I've never lived on my own before," Abner said, gaining momentum, "I used to live with my mom, but- um, she died, and I don't know where all my brothers and sisters ended up, so now I'm on my own. I'm still trying to figure it out. I don't know how to cook yet."

"I'm new to having company myself," Nikoletta admitted, managing to find his eyes for just a moment before he ducked his head again, "But if you'd like, you could... you could come over tomorrow, around six, and I'll show you how to make some chicken tacos. It's a really easy recipe, I think it could be a good one to start you out."

"You want me to come over again?" There it was again, that careful uncertainty, the way his voice fell to almost a whisper like any volume would scare her away. But there was hope there too, she thought. Subtle, but it was there.

"I would," she said, "I'd like that very much."

[germanpostwarmodern]

Institut régional de formation des travailleurs sociaux d'Aquitaine (1971) in Bordeaux, France, by Edmond Lay & Jean-Paul Saint-Laurent

[emmanuellalo]

Vegan Low calorie pizza that I made , i even made the dough!!!

It’s the end of the break time in vacation flies like …

Crazy!!

[opaattack]

They're just better than you.

[pan-fried-autism]

Decided to make this edit just for the sake of working with RQ1s body shape— meet Bordeaux Quartz 1.0!

[mandy-eminem-moxley77]

Nothing wrong with watching this on a Sunday night:

[jeshaisabookworm]

Halloween Havoc Night 1 | NXT Recap

NXT had night 1 of their 2 week Halloween special which featured Chase University vs the Don Tony D’Angelo & Channing ‘Stacks’ Lorenzo (c). The semi-finals of the Women’s Breakout Superstar along with the NXT Women’s Championship match between Becky Lynch (c) and Lyra Valkyria. The night starts with a live performance of Vampyre by New Years Day which is the official theme of Halloween Havoc…

[hedgehog-moss]

Record numbers of protesters all over France today. Images from Paris, Toulouse, Grenoble, Bordeaux, Clermont-Ferrand, Rennes, Lyon, Lille, Marseille.

Major highways and bridges along with train stations, ports, warehouses and refineries blocked by demonstrators and unions, many universities and high schools blocked by students, Tour Eiffel, Arc de Triomphe & Palace of Versailles closed to tourists, 25% of workers on strike in the national electricity and railway companies, 15% of all civil servants on strike. Protests were organised in every major city and many smaller ones. Could have added a lot more pics of huge crowds in Strasbourg, Nantes, Limoges, Orléans, Nancy, Annecy, Brest, Mulhouse, Pau, Montpellier, Rouen, Le Mans, Bayonne, Toulon, Tours...

And kudos to Brittany for consistently out-Brittanying itself this month, between the nurses who brought out the catapult again while playing the biniou, and the fishermen who sent a tractor to face down the police’s water cannon Transformers-style, your protests have a special place in my heart.

[whencyclopedia]

Montesquieu

Montesquieu (1689-1757) was a French philosopher whose ideas in works like The Spirit of the Laws helped launch the Enlightenment movement in Europe. His ideas on the separation of powers, that is, between the executive, legislative, and judiciary, were influential on other Enlightenment thinkers and on the 13 colonies that became the United States of America.

Early Life

Charles-Louis de Secondat, Baron de la Brède, now known simply as Montesquieu, as his full name suggests, was born into a noble family near Bordeaux, France, on 18 January 1689. He inherited the barony of La Brède in 1696. First educated by the Oratorians (a Catholic religious order) at the Collége de Juilly, Montesquieu then studied law at the University of Bordeaux. On graduating in 1708, he began his career in law, practising in Bordeaux's Parlement (a sovereign court). Montesquieu became a judge in 1714. In 1715, he married Jeanne de Lartigue, a woman of independent means; the couple went on to have three children. In 1716, in the peculiar French system of passing on legal titles and roles, Montesquieu inherited both the barony of Montesquieu and the position of Président à mortier in the Bordeaux Parlement from a late uncle. He then went on to sell the same title in 1725 after he decided to retire from the toil of working life at the age of 36.

Montesquieu had independent means thanks to his family's estate at La Brède, which included large areas of farmland and vineyards. The historian H. Chisick describes Montesquieu's estate management as "practical, hard-headed, and parsimonious" (281). Here he now spent most of his time. Besides personally inspecting what his estate workers got up to, he was keen to increase his knowledge of literature and write down a few thoughts on political systems past and present.

Continue reading...

[is4c-wm]

I won my archery competition and Lancelot won Tristan's heart ❤️.

Anyway, I'm currently writing a fic (trislance ) and I should finish it quickly because I have motivation to write but not to learn my lessons. If anyone wants a stay at home wife I'm here because there's no way I can succeed in my math test.

Thanks to the prestigious university of "science po Bordeaux" for giving me this note book, now it's my drawing book and I'll never go to your school, who tf needs to study Spanish when they don't want to ?

[germanpostwarmodern]

Maison des Arts (1993-95) in Bordeaux, France, by Massimiliano Fuksas

[selfhelpforstudents]

Hi friends,

It's been a very great Easter weekend! <3 I've been super productive and very calm! If you're interested in my day, feel free to go to Insta. Again, my Easter to-do list (had to add some things):

University

Studying 350 flashcards of Marketing (big goal haha, big goal)

Solving six mock exams in Statistics

Finishing my work for my Academic Writing module

Organizational Things

Handing in all of my documents for my semester abroad at KEDGE Business School (Bordeaux, France)

Handing my in ERASMUS-documents for the program's scholarship

Handing in my application for BCG's APIRE Women's Workshop in Lisbon

Handing in my application for another scholarship

Preparing for therapy

Handing in my new contract for work

Volunteering/SHFS

Donating to climate NGOs and animal rescue organizations

Contacting renowned climate scientists, asking them to give a talk at my university

Answering your questions

Writing a new post about how to avoid procrastination

I hope you are all very motivated! <3 I love you a lot!

Love, Sophia

[lumieresdanslacave]

🐾JUILLET/AOÛT UPDATE🐾

🧨Yeah I'm lumping july and august together because this summer's going to be pretty calm 🧨Zine fest season is almost over! My cosmic friend Victor has one last one in Bordeaux this weekend but I don't remember the name of he event. 🧨I have a secret zine about transmysogyny in the making, it's almost done writing. It's called Girl is Not a Cool Gender. 🧨I'm well advanced in the writing of my next big writing project: La France c'est Grand et Moche, set in the same universe as Afterwork that came out two years ago. Juicy-sad and body horror! 🧨I also hope I can progress on my next short comic, direct sequel of the one that came out in november 2023. 🧨Do you remember having big posters with a lot of prehistoric animals? I do. Like all main trilobite clades. Or posters with all of the 1st gen pokemon. I didn't, my cousin printed them for us on A4 paper because we were poor. Well i'm doing the same kind of shit with my minizines: a big poster with my favorite pages, organized by year (2018-2024) with some bonus stuff. 🧨So in conclusion: I have a lot to do this summer and I hope i'll manage to do it all. If you're in france like me you're probably a bit worried, but remember! remember our strengh, and remember not everything is decided in a ballot. Keep up!

~remedios

[project-zorthania]

so what do you think are hytham and basims ages?

I hope you'll forgive the amount of snark and sass that I'm about to use to answer your question anon, because if I had the time and energy to spend making an hour long video essay to reply to this, I would.

You’d think tying in all your games around real historical events would mean creating a consistent timeline for your characters, but no! Ubisoft’s canonical timeline continues to be an absolute disaster, which makes this ask both a blessing and a curse as I’m left with a plethora of information to source for my answer.

I want this to make sense for everyone reading along so bear with me, I’ll try my best to keep this as short and sweet as possible.

A fair warning that this post will be riddled with spoilers for the following:

AC Valhalla

AC Mirage

The Golden City

Sword of the White Horse

Giermund's Saga.

Now without further ado, let’s break it down.

By the time we first see them in Valhalla, I estimate Basim to be in his late 30s and Hytham to be in his early 30s with no bigger than a 6 year age gap between them.

Here is what we know.

AC Valhalla starts with Sigurd meeting Basim and Hytham in Constantinople just a few months prior to their long trek up to Norway together in 872 CE.

We also know that the book 'The Golden City' takes place in 867 CE, during the reign of the Byzantine Emperor Basil I in Constantinople. That’s exactly 5 years before the events of Valhalla.

And exactly 6 years before the start of 'The Golden City' was the era of extreme instability in Baghdad after the assassination of the Caliph Al-Mutawakkil in 861 CE.

Here’s a visual of the timeline surrounding these events:

The following clip is from the official Ubisoft Developer Trailer Breakdown, the rest of the video is available to watch on youtube here.

According to the Narrative Director at Ubisoft Bordeaux, Mirage takes place 20 years before Valhalla, which...

*confused whale noises*

One could argue that Sarah Beaulieu meant 20 years before Basim’s betrayal in Norway, which takes place in 877 CE, (that’s still only 16 years) but if all of this were true, then the entire timeline for 'The Golden City' starts to get very messy.

If you haven't already read the novel, the story follows Basim and Hytham and their mutual struggle with fatherhood. The author, Jaleigh Johnson, seamlessly manages to tie in the AC universe with the reign of Emperor Basil and the very real assassination attempts on his child, Leo. It is the origin story to their inseparable companionship and elaborates on how Hytham develops a striking degree of loyalty and trust towards his partner/mentor.

There are a couple instances within the book that allude to Hytham's age.

The Golden City - Chapter 6: Hytham's first encounter with Justin, Leo's former personal guard.

The Golden City - Chapter 15: Justin defines his relationship with Leo.

The Golden City - Chapter 25: Basim's call-out.

A couple things to note here:

Hytham considers Justin, a man in his early 20s, young.

Justin considers Leo, a very small child no older than 10, a little brother.

Hytham is old enough to consider this same child his son.

If Hytham considers a man in his early 20s young, and said 20 year old considers a child his little brother, what on earth does that make Hytham? The book is telling us that Hytham must be between his mid to late 20s in order to think this way. His struggle with his paternal instincts and numerous conversations regarding the topic with Basim are a testament to that.

And if you're still not convinced:

Hytham is explicitly telling us that they're not far apart in age. This isn't speculation, he's telling us that he knows just how old Basim is. Granted, he doesn't know that Basim has merged with an Isu reincarnation, but right here, standing before all of us, Basim is still Basim residing in a human body that has lived through very human years.

Now if we go back to Mirage's canon of their ages and compare what we know from the book (and bear in mind, the book was released prior to the release of Mirage with intention to setup for it, so this really should've been something deeply considered by Ubisoft before Mirage released)

My god, it's like Ubisoft didn't even TRY.

Muhammad Ibn Tahir even makes a passing comment about Basim looking to be in his 20s. Granted, the man's definitely guessing here, but he's likely not far off given that the game starts with Basim being 17. If we go by what Muhammad says, this tells us that 3 years has passed since Basim killed Al-Mutawakkil in Anbar at the start of the game.

This is the same 20 year old bearded Basim that we see meet Hytham atop a minaret in Karkh (approximately... we really have no idea what the timeline of events are within Mirage, which is another thing that irks me to no end).

I'm reluctant to entertain the idea that Hytham is any younger than 14 here because 'The Golden City' is dependent on portraying both Basim and Hytham as older men with relatively similar ages, and since the novel relies heavily on historical events, that leaves us with little to no wiggle room in moving the story's timeline around.

It must take place during the reign of Emperor Basil between the years of 867 to 886, and they're already in Norway by 872.

I want to honor the author’s dedication and research into making a cohesive timeline between all the main line games and their novel, especially when its story expands on the characters in question.

Because if we even attempt to go by Mirage's canon, we're going to run into all sorts of problems trying to make sense of a 22 year old Basim running around Constantinople with his acolyte, who is apparently... also a child.

The part that really breaks my heart? That scene between them atop the minaret is such a touching moment. I was beyond conflicted when I finally happened upon Hytham in Mirage, and now I'm being forced to contend with its canonimity :/

Hilariously, if Ubisoft truly intended for Basim to be 20 years older in Valhalla, it only further solidifies that they wanted to canonize an older Basim in his late 30s. The bad math could've been an oversight... even if it is a big one.

Let's delve into Valhalla next.

Thanks to Eivor's AC Rebellion bio, we know that her age ranges between 25-30 years old throughout Valhalla. This is further supported by Kjotve's comment about 17-18 winter's passing since the death of her parents near the beginning of the game, and further cemented when she's talking to Basim by the campfire, stating that she lost her parents at the tender age of 9.

This is important to note when observing the way Basim interacts with Eivor throughout the story, especially since Mirage's canon insists that they are only 2-3 years apart.

Early in the game Eivor teases Basim about jumping the gun to find a new apprentice to tutor, and his response is to lend her guidance.

In Cent, when completing the quest 'The Instrument of the Ancient's, a dialogue triggers when Eivor and Basim are on their way to infiltrate Canterbury's Cathedral to rescue Sigurd:

This is not how friends talk to each other in their late 20s. This is a man with years of experience, eager to impart his knowledge to one much younger. He's not using a condescending tone here, he genuinely believes he can guide her.

Also, have you SEEN the man?

Does that look like a 30 year old to you?

Better yet, have you seen Hytham?

Because this man looks like he's in his 30s, but according to Mirage he's supposed to be barely 20 here?

I'm sorry, I know this sounds like I'm harping on Mirage a lot, but you have to understand that all this frustration comes from a place of deep affection for a franchise I practically grew up with. Part of what makes Assassin's Creed so incredible is it's ability to immerse a player in a historical setting and create impactful stories within those settings, but so much of that has been lost overtime due to corporate greed, it's become disheartening.

Why on earth would Ubisoft create such an expansive and incredible recreation of 9th century Baghdad only to spend little to no effort on it's story? So little effort in fact, that they couldn't even tie in the story with their main line series properly. Imagine having a team of historians and architects dedicated to bringing an accurate depiction of old Arab/Persian/Levantine culture to life, only to drown it out with a lukewarm story and poorly constructed timelines?

The point I'm trying to make is that I'm being forced to pick and choose my canons because of inconsistency's like this. Will the canons I choose to abide by for the sake of world-building be the same as everyone else's? No! And I don't expect it to either. This is my opinion based on the research I conducted, and this is how I'm choosing to make sense of everything to provide myself with an ounce of sanity when creating fanworks.

Which is also the reason why I haven't included 'Giermund's Saga' or 'Sword of the White Horse' in this response, as I personally found their depictions of Hytham and some supporting characters a little ooc for my taste.

And before I get into why, I want to make a disclaimer that my intent in dissecting the stories told in these novels isn’t to undermine the work that the author has poured into these works. These writers have my utmost respect and admiration for dedicating so much time and effort in expanding the AC universe and bringing to life their own interpretations of these characters, and I feel it’s important to acknowledge that my opinions here are my own and not a reflection of the entire fanbase. This is not an invitation to dunk on any of the works that they’ve so clearly poured their passion into. I only mean to dissect it for the sake of analysis and I want to be honest for the sake of this ask.

Here's an excerpt from Giermund's Saga as Giermund meets Hytham for the first time.

Giermund observes that Hytham looks to be in his 20s. This observation is given from the perspective of an outsider. He is an unreliable narrator guessing the age of a man he has just met. I could easily do the same thing- guess the age of a stranger I see down the street and for all I know, I could be woefully wrong.

Additionally, Hytham appears to have pierced ears. Do I have a thing against pierced ears? Absolutely not 😂 and I'd be over the moon to see fanart of this, but has Hytham ever been depicted with them in Valhalla before? No! What an odd addition that contributes nothing to his character for this brief appearance.

In Sword of the White Horse, Hytham is described to having brown eyes:

Which again, I don't have a single problem with brown eyes, it's just not what canon Valhalla has depicted him with.

There's also mention of him sustaining a lasting leg injury from his assault on Kjotve. You know... the one where he's swatted away like a fly on the wall. This is supposedly the same injury that confined him to his bureau for the entirety of Valhalla, but it couldn't be farther from the truth because in actuality he sustained a punctured lung, likely from a cracked rib that never properly healed. This change almost feels like it's understating the severity of his inflicted injuries. A punctured lung would've been infinitely harder to tend to than a leg that long ago, especially since the fall of Rome in the 5th century ended the advancement of surgical knowledge in Europe (not that it was that advanced at the time to begin with).

However, the biggest deal breaker for me is Hytham and Eivor's reluctance to return an artifact belonging to it's indigenous ancestors.

The premise of the book revolves around the retrieval of a sacred weapon to the protagonists people, Excalibur. But Eivor's reluctance to do so is in direct conflict with her character in Vinland, as she quite literally comes across an apple of Eden and returns it to the indigenous population of the land without a second thought. Given Hytham's overall generous nature, and the fact that he's played an advisory role within Ravensthorpe for some time now, it would make just as much sense for him to respond similarly and give back to the people what is rightfully theirs.

Furthermore, neither of these novels follow historical events with impact to the Valhalla story line. With a bit of research, I was able to find that Giermund was a real viking but very little else is known about him.

I cannot reiterate enough that these works are fantastic and should be enjoyed and appreciated in their own breath, but for the sake of breaking down canons and making sense of their ages, I'm opting to keep them out of timeline discussions, along with any other material with depictions of Hytham and Basim that have little to no impact on their speculated ages.

With all of that out of the way, here's a side by side comparison of the timeline Mirage has setup vs what I'm proposing based on all the canon information we've dissected.

I sincerely think that the mess of Mirage's timeline could've easily been solved if Ubisoft had simply aged the boys up a little.

As much as I adore tiny Hytham being shown how to do a leap of faith, I would've equally settled for Basim being introduced to Hytham training under Rayhan in Alamut as a young man instead.

There's even a cleverly placed letter making mention of Norse warriors in Constantinople that can be found in Fuladh's office just beside Enkidu's perch.

A subtle nod to the plot of 'The Golden City' soon to come:

Which means that the writers fully intended to tie Mirage in with 'The Golden City,' making it impossible to ignore.

I will leave you here before I ramble any further. I promise I'm not always this exasperated with my replies _(: 」 ∠)_

I sincerely hope this wasn't too convoluted to follow. Please do with this information what you will anon, but this is how I've chosen to make sense of everything and I hope you can track my logic.

To those of you who managed to get this far, I send you all my love and many kisses. Thank you for reading, and please do feel free to send me any other questions you may have!

I'll try my best to keep my response shorter than this one ;)

PS: I am aware that Hytham's wiki states that he was born in the 850s, but this wiki entry infuriates me to no end because there is NO SOURCE. Never has Hytham's birthday been explicitly stated anywhere, and someone just decided to randomly give him one. Please be VIGILANT in your research when you look up stuff about your favourite blorbos, as wikipedia can be edited by literally anyone.

k, end rant, thank you for coming to my ted talk. That's all i wanted to add 😂

[hawkmothdiemotte]

Valentine Cupid and Abbey sit on Bordeaux chairs talking to a microphone

If Cupid had a podcast or something (but modern) she’d be very fancy I think and film it as well. I imagine this to be similar to her show in the „why do ghouls fall on love?“ movie but like as podcast where people ask questions in text beforehand. This one is specifically about gay relationship questions, which is why valentine is also there. It would also be longer than 11:03 but it didn’t fit well into the box…

They usually are only 2 so Abbey has to share, oh… no…!

Cupid sitting on a pc asking abbey something, she sits on the desk filing her nails/claws? Thinking about her answer

This is the same „universe“ i think but like a live stream without video like in the original.