#akunda

[serpenlupus]

Akunda vs Kimbul

So I’ve had to postpone a bunch of projects  because I just, don’t have enough time. But there is a headcanon explored on the Kaia comic that I really wanted to share and talk about with others, so I’m gonna go ahead and just do that XD

I think that the Temples and cults of Akunda and Kimbul on the desert of Vol’dun are not there despite it being a place for criminals, but actually take a function there because of it. Let me explain!

So, for starters, I always found it curious that Akunda was stated to be the Loa of Storms and new beginings (edited for correction), and took away the painful memories of those who asked for it in his temple. Like, weirldy convenient that people that are sent to this place because of their “mistakes” or wrongdoings can just, forget about them.

Then on the Temple of Kimbul you have his teachings written on a visible spot and being very focused on courage, strength of will, not thinking you’re above nature, and just generally very noble values? And I’m assuming those are the ones the followers held when the Temple was inhabited.

And there is their placement on the map. Here I put my character on the entrance of each temple, in front of each Loa, and then compared.

It gave to me the impression that they were possitioned opposites of each other both geographically and also “morally”? As in, if we follow the logic of the Temples being there because of the outlaws, in one place they’d be forgetting their past pain and starting anew, while on the other they’d be faced with a specific set of morals that could revolve about facing their wrongdoings and rectifying them. Like, imagine rehabilitation.

Runing away from your mistakes vs facing them, sort of metaphor

(Obviously the out of game, IRL reason as to why the lessons of kimbul are so visible is for the player to have clues to complete the shrine of the ring quest, and Akunda erases memories to have to recover them for an important character, but I’m jsut havig fun here so xD)

Although, I don’t think all of the outlaws that Zuldazar sent to Vol’dun would go to either of the temples, nor all the people living in those temples would have been criminals. There’s always exceptions and variety.  We also don’t exactly know what crimes entail banishment to Vol’dun, and if you know about caste social systems you know some ““crimes”“ can be bullshit, so... I won’t speculate on that end.

There’s also an object called [Chain of Exemption] that implies you can only leave Vol’dun with a special permit, so I’m guessing an exiled couldn’t easily leave Vol’dun, or maybe could never leave, but life on the temples is a better alternative than the desert for sure (this item was added on shadowlands though).

The fall of the temple of Kimbul must have upset the balance at some point, given how he refused to accept new followers until the last ones were avenged. And we don’t know when exactly the Sethrak started to turn hostile (I didn’t consider Sethraliss in this equation because I couldn’t find a Troll follower of her in game), so this is a headcanon I have of the past of Vol’dun, and not of current. It gets a bit more explored in the comic as I say, but this is the gist of it ^^

What do you think, too far fetched? Maybe some of it makes sense? Let me know xD

Also, noticed the modus operandi of the Naga when it comes to Kimbul and Gral? Kill their followers while the Loa is away, leave their temple in ruins? What’s that about, are we gonna get more of Naga vs Trolls in the future? I think I’ll have to make another post regarding that.

[dazespritefairy]

Oops, we are all "Akunda the Nimble".

[findmeinshattrath]

Every unavailable Paladin combo depicted in Hearthstone

A New Challenger... - "… Arrives? Approaches? TELL US ALREADY!"

Commander Rhyssa - "Two people can keep a secret as long as neither of them are Commander Rhyssa."

Lightfang Enforcer

Kotori Lightblade - "You need healing"

Knight of the Dead - "A Paladin will follow their oath to slay the undead, even when they count themselves among them."

Silver Hand Murloc

[lehdenlaulu]

Bode and Cal form a special bond. It's almost like they're brothers. And they're not exactly the same, but they really do complement each other. — Stig Asmussen.

Is this commentary about the whole boyfriend/OT3 thing? Because frankly, I'm not too invested in trying to prove the exact nature of their relationship as this or that.

So far I just see two guys who are vibing and low-key flirting (one of them, anyway). Wherever it goes from there doesn't really matter to me, I just dig it as it is. 🤷

[kishdoodles]

Did another painting! This time it’s Akunda from WoW, just as another test for trying to do the Hearthstone style!

[wowerehouse]

You know, all of my Horde characters are Darkspear--Ihz and Vazkri by birth, Kemm by blood adoption.

(Like, Kemm Tusklock is an orc through and through. But...His family disowned him, or he disowned his family, or....Anyway. He walked away. Or they pushed him and he didn't argue. The only solid ground in that family was the foundation they were standing on, and he took a leap of faith instead. Vaz caught him. Vaz has always caught him.)

Kemm has his own culture that's important to him, his family aren't the final say in what it means to be Orc. When he needs counsel or guidance, he'll talk to an orcish shaman or elder, because that's still who he is. But in the same way Vazkri is fully Darkspear and fully Circle, both at once....Kemm is orc to the bone. But he's Darkspear, too.

So I've been thinking about the Loa.

The greater loa, distinct from lesser nature spirits. The ones who are gods in their own right. There's...interesting, overlap here. Orcish shamans commune with the loa as greater nature sprits, essentially an extension of direct and deeply individual element worship. Contrast the MUCH more structured and formalized trollish religions, which are functionally a closed practice (though they would, again, be open to Kemm--both his people and Vazkri's recognize a blood-sibling oath as a real and binding commitment, he is part of the tribe by right) and which have, as evidenced by the presence of trollish armor and ornamentation in the manifestations of the loa, FUNDAMENTALLY altered their identities over millennia of cultivating that mutual bond with the trollish nations.

What I'm saying is: The murder of Akali hit Kemm hard.

I think that, years later...Vaz knows her brother better than anyone in the world. Either between expansions or taking time in the middle of the war in BfA, she brought him to Zandalar to visit the temple of Akunda. On the surface, similar enough to his lost god that it would heal something--a thunder lizard is, really, just a fancy rhino. But Akunda is also a strong, fierce loa with a profoundly gentle spirit--one of the few who accepts all comers equally.

The god of storms and healing, of earth-shaking thunder and new beginnings. The bond came easier and more natural to Kemm and his compassion than the bold and aggresive rhino loa ever had.

But I think he still carries a worn, battered token of ivory, carved in the image of Akali. The one who embraced him for having the courage to stand alone, when he most needed it.

[darkspear-dancers]

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"You didn't hear it from me, but our very own Ahuatli might be hangin' up her veil for a few seasons. Somethin' 'bout startin' a tribe of her own? S'bout time." - Akunda the Graceful, Veildancer of Akunda

[senkothewarlock]

DWC #2

@daily-writing-challenge

Day 2: Suppress & Pastel

(I know it’s technically ended but I joined late so I’m just going to keep going. :3c)

Some days had passed since Senko brooded atop of the perch. Her mind still lingered on the events that transpired the last time she roamed the sandbanks of Vol’dun. She never admitted it to anyone, but her neck and wrists still ached from the shackles of slavery. Her mind kept playing the same scenes over and over, even now as she walked across the paved streets of Valdrakken. The city was a cosmopolitan jewel on the crown of Azeroth’s civilisations.

Engineering that would shame Ironforge, militancy on par with Orgrimmar, markets and bazaars to rival Silvermoon and Dalaran combined. The scent of spice broke her ruminations as she glanced at a fellow Vulpera, hard at work to convince a pack of dragonkin to try a hearty dollop of Akunda’s Bite, grounded up and sprinkled on their cereals in the morning. How ironic it was a scent of home that broke her mental revisitations.

The fox had a flair to him, a showman. Pale, yellow fur broken up by his gaudy blue vest. He spun a tattered top hat around his left paw, while firmly grasping a diminutive shovel in his right. Granules and grains of spice glistened from it as he used it to gesture like an auctioneer to the market goers.

“Now, are you sure I can’t tempt you?” The man spoke, a wooden box beneath him creaked as it supported his wild movements.

“I don’t know,” one of the four-legged dragonkin spoke. “Spiced cereal? It sounds like a dietary disaster.”

Senko had only intended to offer the stall a glance on her way to meet up with her fiancée, her culinary curiosity burnt bright within her malign heart. Having made the slightest of eye contact with the vendor, she stepped over and slid between the roaming dragons.

“Ah! I was hoping to see you here.” She began to speak, shooting a fast wink at the merchant. “Your herbs were simply divine. I must say, spices in cereal – I’ll have to steal that idea from you, it was a hit.” She further went on.

At first, the merchant was a tad perplexed. He had only seen Senko in passing. Not many Vulpera bore horns from their brow, and one who lurked markets as much as she did was certainly a spectre one wouldn’t forget, as she continued to aid the sale, he shot a wide grin.

“Oh, you know me! Always happy to lend a paw.” He added, tipping the hat forward.

“… What’s the worst that can happen. I’ll take five-, no six bags please.” The customer spoke, eagerly plucking coin from purse.

Senko gave a smirk towards the vendor, she dipped her head and walked back into the thoroughfare. It was as she strode off, she repeated the phrase in her head: Rule four, support one another where you can, even the smallest bit of help can add up to something big. Her caravan had few rules, but they were impactful enough.

As Senko continued down the streets, she took inventory of the services being offered. A gnome and a goblin with engineering stalls next to each other, constantly firing fireworks and making each other’s gizmos and gadgets malfunction. A pandaren with several kettles, each brewing an herbal concoction. A troll downing a phial of some viscous liquid and flexing to a crowd of swooning Kaldorei. Stands and stalls lined the streets like bunting from lampposts, colourful canopies and flags fluttering and swaying.

Unfortunately, the sound and stench were also as eclectic as the goods and services being offered. The overwhelming stink of reagents being crushed, the deafening roar of haughty Shal’dorei laughter. Steel clanked and swears yelled as blacksmiths hit their faulds and fingers. It was a miracle she could hear her beloved call out her name.

The honeyed words of her wife-to-be broke through the miasma of mercantilism, providing Senko a beacon to walk towards. She weaved and, more often than not, elbowed her way through the crowd of the inconsiderate tall ones before reaching her destination. She saw Oonee with an armful of bottles, each one a different dye.

Oonee’s iconic voodoo mask sat squarely on her grey fur, her purple eyes piercing past the crude woodwork as she waved a bottle towards Senko. She took a quick glance at the stall and quickly deduced it was a tailoring stand. Each bottle sloshed with a colour that matched the canopies of the market. Oonee placed a few down back on the counter and gave a wide hug to Senko, bottles clinking together as her arms swung round.

“Been busy, have we?” Senko asked, placing a quick peck on the cheek.

“Of course, darling.” Oonee started, lowering her tone slightly. “They’re far cheaper than Dalaran here.”

Senko gave a chuckle: “Not like you to price watch, dear. Having trouble deciding a colour or are we going as a rainbow?”

Oonee flicked Senko’s ear with a claw, the half-grin and raised brows visible past the mask was something she had gotten used to.

“Hah hah(!)” Oonee said, her dry remark giving way to a giggle of actual mirth. Matrimonial banter beginning early. “I’m having trouble on which colour to go with to accent the dress. Any thoughts?”

Oonee scooped up the bottles again and held them to her chest. The liquids sloshed side to side, staining the glass slightly with each sway. Senko took a step back and admired the figure before her. She imagined each shade against Oonee’s fur and imagined a white dress. Her focus was broken when she had been caught staring just a bit too long.

“Try to imagine me in the dress, not out of it.” Oonee teased.

The comment caught Senko’s tongue in her cheek, of which had now adopted a crimson hue of blush. She fumbled her words before clearing her mind to give a reply.

“The pastel pink one. Matches your eyes, goes well with grey and white.” Senko affirmed, giving a nod.

“Great~! I’ll go buy some.” Oonee said, placing down the bottles and waving over the dyer.

Senko smiled as she crossed her arms, she took a deep breath and appreciated Valdrakken for what it was. A place of peace.

SEVEN YEARS AGO, VOL’DUN

The viceroy brushed past the guards’ long twin-blade polearms, the latent lightning in the skyglass crackled in the dark hallway. Braziers of blue flame lit the narrow and winding passageway up. At the end of the rough-hewn hallway was a stone door, thrice as big as any Sethrak with a serpent’s head carved in the middle. Each step the viceroy took, the guards clanged their weapons together. Harmless sparks flew off and littered the rug.

His fists were balled up in rage, the guards didn’t have time to open the door for the rampant official before he kicked the door in and entered the large, circular chamber. Once the royal chamber of Emperor Korthek, now a desolate room of misplaced grandeur. The floor had been carved with ornate iconography of Sethrak heroes and heroines – slavers and warlords all. The viceroy looked at his supposed equals with anger and contempt.

How he loathed his fellow inheritors, and they loathed him equally. With the demise of their emperor, the Faithless had been broken into clutches and petty bands who still shared the ideals of the empire, yet none would support one another in becoming the new sovereign. Each was dressed in the same scarlet toga and carried a sceptre; made from dry wood and fixed with a crystal ball.

Some styled themselves as princes or princesses, claiming descent from Korthek’s many concubines and mistresses, others as viceroys of the imperial territories across the merciless deserts. A meeting between such esteemed individuals was rare, even during the height of the empire, but now? Unheard of, save for dire circumstances – which this was.

“Viceroy Tsss’kon, a dissspleasssure asss alwaysss.” One of the figures began to speak.

“Sssave me your insssolence, falssse prince. You know why we are here, why we are all here.” The viceroy countered, slamming his badge of office into the cold floor. An authoritative bash.

“Do you have the final death toll yet, Viceroy? Or are we sssstill guessssing?” A softer, feminine voice asked.

“Five villagessss and jusssst over four-thousssand and five-hundred dead. Imperial and devoted alike.” Ts’kon replied, a hand running over the charred bangle. “No ssssurvivorsss, they had life drained from them.”

The gathered claimants gasped and spoke in hushed and hurried tones. Such a raw power was unknown to them, for they knew only the storms and the sands. The viceroy carried the soft stench of sulphur and brimstone around him, his exposure to such chaotic magic left a taint on his body and clothes.

“I have ssssent ssscoutsss to follow the tracksss. They’re Vulpera, that much we know. But thisss magic that wasss ussssed. It issss foreign. I ssssent my adjutant to the Devoted burrowsss, find out if they know any ssssussspectsss.” The viceroy said.

The gathered Sethrak murmured. While fights between Sethrak were rare, as the Faithless preferred to uphold the notion of racial supremacy and fought defensively against their zealous brothers, but even so, to think that their brethren would cast foul magics across the dunes out of spite? To snuff out an empire all knew were dying in such a vile manner was unthinkable.

The individuals nodded along to the viceroy, whether they liked him or not, he was the runner-up to become the next emperor. His decisiveness to investigate as opposed to blaming one another for perpetrating atrocities was a welcome change, however no-one would dare voice support.

Suddenly, the door burst open. The guards in the inner sanctum drew blades before realising it was one of their own. The Skycarver approached and knelt before the viceroy, giving narrowed glances at those present. His chest cavity heaved as he drew in breath.

“My lord,” he said, wheezing as the acrid, metallic taste burnt in his mouth. “I have a name for you.”

[klodwig]

I honestly thought that other anon was talking about Bode Akunda in Jedi: Survivor! He and Cal have so much chemistry; and their story is so beautifully sad. But I can totally see the connection between Cal and Dagan too.

You know what?

Yesterday I found the old part of the Queen of the Damned AU from 2021 with Cal, and there these two figures are they

I don't know when I'll be able to play the game, but let them conditionally lie in some sarcophagi for now ;DDDD

[valyrra]

Invincible AU: OC I will never elaborate on Nairra x CC Grand Regent Thragg

Warcraft: My pretty trolls Naur(Akunda druid) x Alag'o (Bwonsamdi alcoholic priest)

and also our old Warcraft crack love triangle with worgen mage Varvond Blackfur X human mage Inkāni Reyes X human warlock Loremal Reterin

[pinayelf-archive]

So idk how you feel about star wars, but Bode Akunda is a character from the most recent Jedi Survivor game that I think would be up your ally. Fallen Order and Survivor are both fun games with a good story if you end up wanting to check them out. (He's a buff dad who cares about his daughter more than anything)

WELL. if I ever found my way into the star wars video games I KNOW who I'm gonna be obsessed over lmaooo

[tiatira]

IBYAHISHUWE NA YEZU KRISTU 2

Ibitekerezo: Itorero ryo muri Efeso ryerekana imbaraga zibitekerezo n'ibitekerezo byaryo.

Ubwenge nyabwo buyoborwa n'ubwenge bw'Imana, bwigishijwe na Yesu muri Bibiliya Yera. 

Kubwibyo, ntabwo dukoreshwa kandi ntidukoresha ibibi.

“Ubwonko budatuwe (cyangwa butwarwa n'ibibi) ni amahugurwa ya satani.”

Imyifatire yacu ya mbere igomba kuba gutekereza, ariko gutekereza nkuko Imana na Yesu babitekereza!

Yesu arashaka ko ubwenge bwacu bwakoreshwa kugirango twikosore! 

Iyi niyo mpano yambere: kwikunda no gukunda abandi nkuko Yesu adukunda.Itorero rya Smyrna ryerekana imbaraga zo kubona no kumva. 

Ubwenge bw'Imana buraburirwa kandi bwigishwa nabo.

Inyigisho ze ziva mu gusoma Bibiliya n'ibindi bitabo by'Imana cyangwa inyigisho.

Tugomba kandi kwitondera ubushishozi bwabamarayika bacu barinzi!

Bafasha kandi gukuraho amakuru mabi .

Itorero ryo muri Perigamo ryerekana ubushobozi bwacu bwo kuvuga.

Rero, kubwinyungu zacu no kubandi, dukwiye gusa 

vuga ibintu byiza, ukurikije inyigisho za 

Yesu, kuko aribwo buryo bwonyine twifasha ubwacu nabandi.

Inkota y'amaharakubiri ni ururimi rw'akanwa kacu. Amagambo yawe afite imbaraga mubice byumwuka numubiri.

Igikorwa cyawe kigomba kubaho mugihe gikwiye.

Itorero muri Thyatira ryerekana umutima wacu.

Ibyiyumvo byurukundo nyarwo bigaragarira muri we.

Uko dukunda, nkuko Yesu akunda, imitima yacu irushaho gukora no gukomera.

[not-opdoodless]

Djanayanero, priest of Akunda

[shirodai]

“Almost a year you came here and you reborn, Akunda of perseverance “

[jenarock]

Awesome Fanart made for my My Hero Academia Fanfiction where Izuku becomes the Avatar of Akunda from World of Warcraft. The story itself is still in the works for the second chapter after having had a poll for which Loa would be chosen.  Art by https://butterfly-watcher.tumblr.com/

Story https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13356628/1/Izuku-Midoriya-Chosen-of-the-Loa

[boilingheart]

Vol’dun questing is fun. Veros has become Akunda. We Are All Akunda