#Zog the eternal

[allofthefreedoms]

If I were Zog and I managed to create an alliance with Talion, I would have left Mordor with him and gone somewhere nice to live eternity together. But this is something only a smart person would do and Zog, contrary to common belief, is actually pretty stupid AND a loser. He thinks he knows his priorities? Wrong. You have a gorgeous man at your side and the chance to spare him the misery of falling into Darkness, the logical thing you do is go away from the Darkness. But they didn't. After all the years he's lived he doesn't know his priorities. Truly shameful.

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I got two results for Zog, even though I changed only one or two answers

Both suit his story

made a lil thing

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Do you think Zog's gaze went to Barad-dûr the moment he realised that his attempt to raise the balrog had failed, that it had been the death of countless acolytes and was about to be his own too, if he didn't retire?

Do you think that later he turned his thought to his lord and was met with silence on the other end? Do you think he felt abandoned

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Since each cult has its own rituals that often revolve around the celebration of the cult leader, Zog's cult would have those rites too.

Probably something about death and life, rebirth, and the celebration of life, possibly of a new, better one.

Undeath as a form of ascension, as a step upwards on the tricky stairway that is the cycle of reincarnations that leads ultimately to an existence of freedom from this cycle of agony, of death.

Undeath is the way, it is freedom and power. It's not death, for it has defeated death. It's not life, for it has surpassed it. It's eternity.

Such an ideology would be celebrated through sacrifices. It's often prisoners and enemies that are sacrificed, but sometimes particularly fanatical acolytes offer themselves.

Other types of rituals are instead a direct celebration of the pleasures of life, a feast for the senses and for the present moment; like the Bacchanalia of ancient Greece.

The symbolism of the cult takes after the canonical symbolism of the Mystic tribe (Darkness, skulls and bones, monsters fire), but has its own peculiarities:

Fire. Fire usually refers to Sauron and Mount Doom. The cult instead reveres as the symbol of rebirth, in a way it's the very symbol of undeath: it destroys, and from the ashes of its destruction a new, better form of life is born. (Ironically fire is what revenants are most vulnerable too, because it has a purification aspect also. But don't tell this to cultists)

Water. Water is the true novelty that the cult introduces. Where there is water there is life. Ice preserves life, unaltered: it stops time for the thing it protects. Water can also be dangerous, unpredictable, subtle. It's versatile.

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💯 agree.

"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

[urukbignaturals]

Do you guys think that Uruks and Ologs purr when happy?? Imagine cuddling with your fave Orc and they begin to purr... i would die happy.

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Headcanon that Zog swears in his native orcish dialect whenever he's faced with a particularly bothersome inconvenience and when he feels like committing blasphemy (=insulting Sauron and the Nazgûl, and probably Morgoth too). The reason is that it comes more naturally than using Westron; and orcish swears are much more creative and effective.

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[plasmometer]

Immortality is a known fringe benefit for serving the Ruinous Powers of the Warp but I was thinking of how exactly they grant it:

Khorne: it's a very simple and straightforward arrangement: "victory brings immortality". You keep bringing skulls to Khorne and he keeps you in fighting shape forever

Slaanesh: Similar to Khorne. You sacrifice souls to the Prince of Pleasure in horrifying and debauched ways then gain their remaining lifespan (Especially fucked up because that means the ideal targets are young and healthy children)

Nurgle: immortality, incredible strength, nigh-indestructibility, and freedom from pain and suffering. Just one little thing, you become a putrid walking corpse and host to the most virulent plagues in existence

Tzeentch: Fittingly, seems like the best deal until you think about it. You can no longer die, that is it. Sounds like a good deal until you're floating in space forever, buried under tons of rubble, or existing as sentient pulp after being hit by an artillery shell

*Honorable mentions:*

Vashtorr: will grant you immortality by replacing your frail meat with sleek and efficient biomechanical warp machinery. The only catch is eternal service to him in his forge. Should've read the fine print

Gork n Mork: DA' ZOG ARE YEW STILL DOIN' 'ERE?! GET BACK OUT DERE 'N KRUMP 'EM!

The Greater Good: the greater good is eternal you may become eternal though embodying its principles

The Emperor of Mankind: There is no such thing as immortality. Nothing lasts forever, life especially. Whether it be through science or sorcery, life may be rendered indefinite but never eternal. All things die, that is the way it always has been and always will be. It is only a matter of time.

immortality is overrated honestly. as a nurgle expert, i can say that being dead and feed the worms is a nice thing for a nurglite. nirvana through samsara situation

[oneleggedflamingo]

Also reblog if you are interested in these things because I don't have disenchantment fans as followers.

I just finished the last episode and before watching it, I thought about all the possible things that could influence the last episode and then it didn't explain any of them. I do have more questions too.

Like is there a connection between Bad Bean and Freckles.

The dept to Hell was RE paid. How many times did the family lineage of Dagmar's marry their eldest daughter to him? Or did they all promise to marry one of them to him someday.

How did Maru have ''natural'' magic to begin with?

How old is Malfus and where did he find the eternity pendant?

When Freckles said he is Bean's brother, Zog didn't say anything to deny that. When he said that he is just a poor bastard, did he mean it literally? If so, how could he have been Bean's ''back up''.

Why are the mermaids interested in going to Moon? Because of the association between the sea and Moon, or something deeper?

Why did Dagmar and Big Jo stay alive after all the deadly incidents?

Is Jester/Jest-O really an elf like in Bean's dream?

When Bean touched the knife in the mermaid skeleton, she saw scenes from the battle of falling water: who was the person using magic in that fight?

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My headcanon for their height difference.

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"Am I going to have to smack you back?" kitty Talion asks, while kitty Zog already has his paw raised and ready to smack him

Just a girl locking in

[hasdrubal-gisco]

btw for what it's worth i think the czech republic could afford to be less hawkish on the eternal israeli-arab conflict, though i do think always voting in israel's favor at the UN along with its greatest allies: the US, vanuatu, and the federation of micronesia is funny and they should keep doing that because the UN is an unserious organization. i think this might be a form of begging for a zog which will never happen. not very chic

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A Chance Meeting (for dirtymeanuruk)

I really like Crane and her brothers, so I wanted to write a little something for them involving my Hûra. It's purely self indulgent fluff but I hope you like it @dirtymeanuruk 💕

Crane and her Brothers belong to @dirtymeanuruk and Hûra belongs to me~

xxx

On one of the many well traveled roads of Mordor, Crane and her brothers have met many different Uruks in their bid to spread the word of Zog the Eternal’s cult. Many look at them with disdain, many avert their eyes- perhaps in fear or disgust. Few show interest in what the greatest cult in Mordor has to offer. And even fewer still simply pass them by, paying them no heed as they continue on their own journey. 

But to meet an uruk like him… 

A simple, humble traveler, they thought, in a plain, well-covering garb that didn’t show much of anything to his physical appearance. Even the lower portion of his face was covered and his hood pulled over his head, though there was a harsh wind that could chill even the most hardy of the uruk-hai to the bone. He seemed as though he would pass them without incident and without giving them much acknowledgment. That was until they were mere steps away from one another, and the stranger glanced their way and gave a curt nod. 

Something about him was nagging Crane. She couldn’t quite place the why, but she quickly turned on her heel and rapidly walked towards the uruk with her brothers looking uncomfortable and hissing their concerns to her under their breath. 

“What are you doing?!”

“Sister, wait-!“

“Um-“ The taller Uruk’s steps faltered and Crane was overcome with a feeling of dread and awkwardness as he turned to face her. 

‘Um’? Really? That’s how you start a dialogue with a stranger? 

Crane suddenly felt small as he stood a few feet away, not saying a word and only partially facing her. One of her brothers elbowed her in the ribs and she instinctively elbowed him back, which initiated a shoving match between her younger brothers when they bumped into the other. 

The stranger raised a hand, which caused the three young Uruks to bristle and to fall silent and still. What was he going to do? Strike them? Wave them off? Something else? They didn’t know why, but they felt as though they were suddenly struck by something unknown that was piercing them to their core. The stranger pulled down his mask with his thumb and forefinger as he shook off his hood. 

“Yes? Whatever is the matter, little pups? Lost, are we? Or, perhaps, you wish to discuss a matter, hmm?” His voice was soft but it wasn’t weak. He sounds like a captain… Crane and her brothers were taken aback as long, black locks tied back into a braid fell from his hood, though what really caught their attention were his eyes. 

Not terribly unusual for an uruk, sharp pupils that focus on them intently and irises reminiscent of every story, description and song composed in the glory of the Dark Lord’s visage. Intimidating and also alluring, it felt as though he was looking into them, searching for something hidden to the average uruk. He blinked at them, turning to face them fully, shoulders relaxed but legs tensed as he waited for their response. Crane stuttered, flustered and unsure of what she was even going to say to him in the first place. 

“Erm- S-Sir? Haa… Have- Are y-you a- er- in- t-the-?” What was she even trying to say?! Her brothers would have laughed if they didn’t share the exact feelings their sister felt. If they’re lucky, they’ll all laugh about this later… 

The stranger looked them up and down, face neutral. His eyes lingered on the amulet that was around Crane’s neck before they focused back onto her face. What was he thinking? She couldn’t tell, he was tactfully blank in his expression and it was making her nervous. Though… he hasn’t done anything yet. His greeting was even… cordial? Crane shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortable with the silence. 

“Hrmm… Acolytes of Zog, are we?” The three uruks were taken aback. He knew of Zog? They still couldn’t see any sort of expression on his face, as though it was simply a declarative, neutral statement, a fact and nothing more. 

“Wha-? Y-Yes… h-how did you-?” The stranger’s eyes flicked down at Crane’s amulet once more and this time she followed his gaze. 

“The cult of Zog grows every day…” Long, painted claws gingerly pluck the amulet from Crane’s collar bone. She sucks in a breath, unsure of what to expect. Zog has many enemies and she and her brothers could have very well ran directly into one. No… 

She ran directly into one… Her brothers were unwilling tagalongs. Her heart skipped a beat as she weighed her options. Can she fight him? No, likely not… Can she at least slow him down…? She had to try… Crane bristled as her amulet slipped from his fingers and gently landed back on her chest. 

“To have such fine, young uruks under his wing…” His amber eyes studied her brothers behind her, and Crane shuffled back a little, uncomfortable. He smiled a little.

“The greatest necromancer in Mordor is truly lucky, though I doubt very much he is privy to this fact.” The uruk took a step back as he looked over them once more. Crane could only blink in surprise as she dared to look back at her brothers, who shared her look of bewilderment. 

He not only knows of Zog, but he also speaks highly of him…? Who exactly is this uruk? Crane had a question on the tip of her tongue but she swallowed it when a cry of a crow pierced her ears. One of her brothers cried out in surprise as the bird flew directly over his head, slowing its flight so it could land delicately on the stranger’s shoulder. 

The three watched awkwardly as the uruk conversed with the bird, quietly enough that they couldn’t quite make out what he was saying as the distance between him and they grew with each step he took. 

Crane and her brothers waited for what must have been hours (though it was likely only a few minutes) for that uruk to get a head start on them so they (hopefully) wouldn’t see or run into him again while they were traveling. At first they remained silent, paranoid as to exactly who they ran into on the road and what he could or would do to them should their paths cross again. But they couldn’t stay quiet for long. Not after how bizarre that encounter was.

“Who was he?!”

“Was he another acolyte?”

“Nah, no way! He’s talking about Zog like he’s an other!”

“But he talked highly of him!”

“What’s with that damn bird that nearly hit me though?!”

“With how wide open your jaw was, I can’t believe it didn’t fly right into your mouth!”

They laughed then, but it wasn’t until much, much later that they learned exactly who they met on the road that day. It was just a few casual conversations at an outpost that they weren’t even a part of, but one of Crane’s brothers picked up on the subject of those conversations. And he couldn’t believe what he was hearing!

“Listen!! Remember that weirdo we met on the road way back? With the eyes and the bird- the crow?!”

Crane rolled her eyes. “Yeah? How could I forget? I’m still looking over my shoulder whenever we-” Her brother cut her off.

“Yeah, yeah- Look! That uruk?! It was the Bone Shaman!!” Crane opened her mouth but quickly blinked and did a double take. 

“What?! No! It- REALLY?!” She couldn't believe it. Her other brother couldn’t believe it, either, but the other bounced on his heels and nodded, excitedly.

“It was him!! The eyes, the hair, the crow!!” The other brother spoke up.

“But… where’s his bones at?” Crane jabbed him in the ribs.

“He’s gotta have them in his bags you glob!” His eyes widened as the colour rose to his cheeks.

“We… We met the Bone Shaman…! WE MET THE BONE SHAMAN-! OWW!” His brother elbowed him as he hissed for him to keep his voice down and he shoved him back. Crane didn’t even care that they were acting like fools and embarrassing her, for once. 

The Bone Shaman… 

The Bone Shaman talked to her! He touched her!! A famous shaman associated himself with her… Even if it was for a brief moment… Crane couldn’t believe it! She felt giddy and lightheaded. No one is going to believe this! She can’t wait to rub this in the other acolytes’ faces! She met a famous uruk!! 

Crane only wishes that she knew this at the time so she could have asked him a few more questions… like how he knew of Zog and what he thought of their master. Maybe someday she’d get that chance… or maybe not. Mordor is such a big and wild place she’s likely never to meet him again….

@space-arsonist @sinick @elvenmoans @boozy-dwarf

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NO. It's significant to his character that he has Iron Will (or he's Unbreakable on higher difficulties)! If we could brand him like any other uruk, where would the special thing about him? What makes him truly stand out against everyone else? What would make him so different that he is able to rebel, attract so many followers and have them worship him? What makes you think that you bind the will of someone who has resurrected a demon?

time loop where i keep dying to save you but clearly the loop just wants me to accept your death. im not going to but i can tell that's what it wants