#adyr

[absentia-dechue]

Oooooh that's a new phone background, for sure.

Hallowed Sentinels Murals Lords of the Fallen (2023)

"As the sun travels across the sky each day, so too does Orius watch over us each day of our lives. We are born in his light and in his light we die." - Codex of Eternal Radiance vol. I.

[absentia-dechue]

Absentia accompanied a fellow lampbearer to the end of his journey.

Together they battled Adyr and bested his trickery with ease, but one can only wonder what the stranger felt when Orius thus cast him aside; no longer of use?

Are you happy, friend? Do you feel satisfied?

...Mother offers justice, friend.

Mother offers truth.. friend.

But reach out thy hand and grasp; see what lies within your grip. Peer beyond thy lamplight, bearer, see what lies within your sight.

Friend.

Mother forgives. She is always there. Always watching.

Friend.

Let her in. Let Mother in.

FRIEND.

LET HER IN.

LET. MOTHER. IN. FRIEND.

[midlangley]

Child's play.

Pathologic Fest Day Twenty-Nine: In the circle (kind of)

[stivya]

Did you guys know my evil guy has an evil boyfriend

Ez (evil boyfriend) belongs to my friend @teddyberr :)

[the-worm-jester]

Shabnak Clara drawing

(Ignore all the smudges lol)

Reference images

[madcat-world]

Adyr’s Vassal - Artem Demura

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Pathologic au that’s like a werewolf au but instead of turning into a werewolf, Clara turns into a full Shabnak-Adyr

cue antics between two gay dads and their horrific Steppe monster daughter

[umbral-fantome]

If Adyr was a chaos god in the WH40K universe he’d get the Tzeentch treatment of getting ganged up on by the other gods, because he offers no downside to his gifts.

Power, brains, beauty, and the love of a God who actually cares.

[absentia-misere]

Guys I'm so torn 😭

I miss BG3 but I'm also stuck hyperfixated on Lords of the Fallen. I spent the entire day just staring at the TV bc I feel guilty I'm not playing BG3 but also

fuck I love lotf-

the world building is impeccable, the characters are so beautifully tragic, the throwbacks to the first game are peak, Harkyn's hammer🥵..

Judge.

Cleric.

Need I say more?

I literally already speedran the game once in one night waiting for my friend to wake up and then started Ng+ and have actually worked my way almost entirely through that as well. I've accidentally levelled well over 100 despite the co-op party only being about midway through the game, oops, my pal is still like 67 and I think I'm 132?

I'm so painfully hooked on this game and it's lore and it sucks me back in every six months or so. I'll be back to regular posting eventually. For now I'm trying to keep bg3 content flowing by reboggling memes and such.

[valtsv]

this makes no sense practically but symbolically i imagine VAL as having legs of exposed bone like depictions of the shabnak-adyr from pathologic

[seerofmike]

playing through classic hd one day at a time to really let it sit with me and appreciate it deeper but it has also made me even more disappointed that i don't ever really see anyone talking about the themes regarding women in classic beyond "yeah the mistresses are pretty cool". has anyone made a video essay abt the hysteria regarding the shabnak adyr taking the form of a woman. the burning of the herb bride at the stake. the townsfolk saying the shabnak takes the form of a woman because women are inherently dangerous. the social power and deification of the mistresses. the polyhedron referred to as female by peter and being represented as a womb on the map. Everything going on between yulia lara and anna. mother superior. katerina. god katerina. this isnt sarcasm or anything i need the video essay neow im going crazy

[teddyberr]

Ezeria and that guy he hates

Adyr is @stivya ‘s oc

[dankovskys-beetle-collection]

Made a widdle albino from a llama plush his name is adyr he's my little guy (ft the exec mask. they're besties)

[stivya]

Made another stormlight oc!!

His name is Adyr, he's a stoneward who carries two shardblades and he's a little evil and fucked up🤭

[shmowder]

- Tw: slight cannibalism, blood drinking (vampire/undead Aspity?)

Much like the earth accepts offerings in blood–thick red liquid soaking through the dirt as the oxidation sets in, rewarded with sprouts of herb flowers blooming before your very eyes–It makes sense for a propagated cutting to develop similar cravings.

Aspity wasn't sure what it fully meant to be a Shabnak-adyr; her time on earth... hasn't been very long. All the knowledge she has is what she has been granted, allowed to keep.

Her supposed clay legs are plump with flesh. What should've been her claws instead became soft, unblemished hands, devoid of any clauses.

Treading the ground ever so softly, as if she was floating instead of walking. Not a trace of sharp prints caused by stick nubs digging holes into the ground, neither that a barefoot human would leave behind.

She is technically part of the plague, and yet she can still get infected by the plague. She is a death that can die, a demon that can love.

Her stomach churns, empty and cold.

Food has no taste, sates, or value. You try burying a piece of bread into the dirt and hope for a tree to magically grow out of the mold. Attempt to water a plant with milk and liquor only to watch it wither.

She was starving.

Eggshells weren't enough, digging into her gums on occasion, Water and sunlight can only do so much. Whatever vials of blood the worms left at her doorstep were too soured, diluted by butcher hands, she wasn't the earth, she can't magically revive the dead cells.

No, what she needed was the fresh direct source.

Maybe you were one of the devoted herb brides, viewing her as your responsibility to look after much like you looked after your betrothed below. For she was part of her once.

Maybe you were just another part of the kin, an average human with a kind soul who couldn't endure knowing one of your people was eroding away by an empty stomach.

Maybe you were a citizen of the town who took an interest in the steppe legends, or maybe just an outsider who managed to discover her shameful truth in record time.

All those different universes unified by the fact that your next actions were always the same, no matter what, exposing your neck to her, offering your blood.

She watched you with keen eyes, uneven pupils tracing the invisible lines on your flesh.

Parting her dainty lips, in such a small mouth, there sat two rows of jagged razorsharp teeth, rather than a mere fang or two.

But she didn't bite, not yet.

"Lay down, you'll faint."

It was a matter of fact.

Aspity's bed was humble, a thin matteress spread over the ground. Sacrificing comfort in order to get closer to the earth, to hear the worms bury through the soil below at the quiet dead of the night.

She kneeled next to your laying figure. Even from this perspective, her body still appeared as small as ever, almost lost in her oversized layered attire.

Her skin was as smooth as that of a newborn, devoid of wrinkles and visible pores. Yet her features were those of an elder woman well past the prime of her life.

Jaded eyes that seemed to carry a whole world amidst depth, stray grey strands sprouting from the roots of her hair.

Those rows of teeth...

They sunk into you so seamlessly, like a knife glides into butter. You didn't register their existence until a vein was punctured, the delayed pain coming in waves with every mouthful she swallowed down.

Aspity's hand moved under your shirt, directly pressed against your chest, measuring your heartbeat in the most viable method.

You could swear you felt her caressing your ribcage, soothing your fragile organ into slowing down. A subtle tap of her finger against your skin, a continuous steady beat, encouraging your heart to follow along, to slow your bloodstream down.

Not a single droplet was put to waste, her lips tightly enclosed around your neck, preventing anything from getting past them.

Making full use of your generous offer, respectful towards the body feeding her.

[melodyburst]

I have been instructed from the Powers that Be that tonight we must return to the Town-upon-Gorkon. And things seem... dire. The town is barren, and the Shabnak-adyr may be breathing down our very necks. Tonight... we are all joining the roundalay of Gobo's Taglur. We are playing a game for children. Pathologic. The Marble Nest.