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mostly-finished the dlc last night which really made me realize how many npc quests i fucked up or locked myself out of despite trying to be really careful to avoid that lmfao
#[spoilers in the tags]#the only one i DIDNT fuck up was ymir’s and even then i missed a chunk of dialogue and almost missed the spirit ash sisters thing#and i got igon’s quest done#but#i completely locked myself out of freyja’s#i missed a big chunk of stuff from thiollier’s#and thus the dragon priestess’s#i missed a chunk of stuff from ansbach’s which led to fucking over freyja#i think hornsent’s quest fucked ITSELF up because he despawned while invading#i definitely missed some things about leda#and i’m pretty sure i missed some stuff with moore too#i MIGHT have gotten all of dane’s stuff but if so it means all he did was fight me once then get summoned for a boss then fight me again#this is still the most frustrating part of elden ring as a whole to me#i missed ALL the foreshadowing for the final boss because i fucked up freyja’s quest because ansbach just disappeared#lmfao#don’t go to the shadow keep too early kids! it looks like the path you’re supposed to take but it’ll fuck everything up!#speaketh
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Reactions to The Light's Chapter 416
Brief summary: The tree roots suck the gray water. Raon's group descend to help Cale's group. Cale grows a gray forest.
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The glutton priestess really went all out today. The roots of the four giant trees in the canyon descended, and began sucking the gray water. Even though some roots burst, new roots continued to devour the gray water.
Raon's group helped Cale. Raon took care of Cale's group while CH attacked the strong GoC believers.
Choi Han only swung his sword with an indifferent face. In front of him, a cult leader of the God of Chaos shouted. “Do you dare think that a mere mortal can stop the God of Chaos from doing what they want to do!” At those words, Choi Han moved his sword and replied. “Yes.” He added. “We have a god, too.”
I laughed at this part. 😂 I know that CH was referring to the Sun God because the Sun God church NPCs were with him, but Caleism made me think he was referring to Cale. 🤣🤣🤣
Meanwhile, the twin wanderers were in awe and shock at Cale fighting back against a god's power. Ryeon even called Cale a "transcendent." 😂😂😂
Sun God Paladin Boltien recognized Cale despite the different hair color. And the Sun God saintess NPC noticed the unconscious Alberu and realized that he was the hero, and prayed to her god to help him. She summoned a ball of light that dispelled the chaos, which also inadvertently made the Sword of the Sun enter Fast Charging mode. 😂
The part about the two users was also funny:
The head that had been bowed stopped and turned in the direction where the sound was heard. Two people were seen coming down late, riding on the remaining giant roots. "Human, don't worry about them! They're good people!" Cale let his guard down at Raon's words. "Fucking awesome!" "Hey, are you filming this properly? This is supposed to get 10 billion views!" "Crazy, I'm crying! Look at our cute baby dragon!" "You crazy attention whore! Is this the time to see that? Who is that redhead? Is he a god?" Cale did not have time to worry about them. Of course, he regretted this decision very much later on. Very, very much.
Cale getting mistaken as a god by the users. 🤣🤣🤣 And that last line of Cale regretting his decision later. 🤣🤣🤣
The last part of the chapter was amazing. Cale raised the Knife of Chaos he was still holding with both hands, and said, "Grow up. Swallow them all." At his words, trees grew from the roots, creating a forest. But because the roots swallowed the gray water, the trees were all colored gray. And all the branches of the trees were pointing to one direction, towards the center where Cale was.
A GoC believer who witnessed the scene was so overwhelmed, and thought that the trees were protecting Cale and them believers too at Cale's command. He unconsciously muttered, "Oh my god-"... Wait, did he just get converted to Caleism? 🤣🤣🤣
Ending Remarks Cale was on the verge of fainting and Alberu was on the verge of waking up... So those two were going to switch roles, and thus fulfil that flag of Cale fainting and Alberu taking over? 😂😂😂 Next chapter would then be Alberu stepping up and becoming a hero.
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Nanna
Nanna (also known as Nannar, Nanna-Suen, Sin, Asimbabbar, Namrasit, Inbu) is the Mesopotamian god of the moon and wisdom. He is one of the oldest gods in the Mesopotamian pantheon and is first mentioned at the very dawn of writing in Sumer c. 3500 BCE. His worship continued until the 3rd century CE.
Nanna was his Sumerian name while he was known as Sin, Nanna-Sin, Nanna-Suen and other names by the Akkadians, Assyrians, Babylonians, and others. His cult center was the great temple and ziggurat at the Sumerian city of Ur, and he is frequently mentioned in hymns and inscriptions from the Ur III Period (2047-1750 BCE) as the chief god of the pantheon with the epithet Enzu, lord of wisdom. His importance is evident in the number of inscriptions which refer to or praise him and the stories in which he features.
He was the son of Enlil and Ninlil and is their first-born after Enlil seduces Ninlil by the riverbank in the myth Enlil and Ninlil. His wife was Ningal (also Nikkal, the 'Great Lady'), a fertility goddess, and their children were Utu-Shamash (the sun god) and, in some stories, his twin sister Inanna/Ishtar (goddess of love and sexuality), Ereshkigal (Queen of the Dead), and Ishkur (also known as Adad, god of storms).
An interesting aspect of this family tree is that the moon (Nanna) is the father of the sun (Utu/Shamash). It is thought this belief originated in the early days of a hunter-gatherer social structure when the moon was more important to a community for traveling by night and telling the time of the month; the sun only became more important once the people settled down and began to practice agriculture. The religious belief, then, mirrored the cultural development. Scholar Stephen Bertman writes:
The Mesopotamians thus conceived of day, illuminated by the sun, as emanating from the darkness of night and the lesser light of the moon. As the time of lovemaking, the night and the moon were linked to the goddess of the erotic. As a source of light, the moon was also viewed as humanity's protector against acts of criminality undertaken under the cover of darkness even as the illuminating and all-seeing sun was looked upon as a guardian of justice. (122)
Nanna is represented as a recumbent moon and associated with the bull and lion-dragon. He is further depicted as a seated man with a long beard of lapis lazuli, a crescent moon above him, or riding on the back of a winged bull. In many inscriptions he is represented simply by the number 30, referring to the number of days in a lunar month, and the crescent moon was regarded as his barge in which he sailed through the night sky.
He was an immensely popular god, one of the original Sumerian pantheon. His cult center was at Ur and his most famous high priestess was Enheduanna (l. 2285-2250 BCE), although he also had an important temple at Harran in modern-day Syria where his son was Nusku, god of fire and light. Nanna, Ningal, and Nusku were worshiped as a triad, though this veneration mainly focused on the father and son.
Under the reign of Nabonidus (c. 556-539 BCE) the king's mother served as high priestess at Harran while his daughter held the same position at Nanna's temple in Ur. This arrangement consolidated Nabonidus' power in the same way that Sargon of Akkad (r. 2334-2279 BCE) had earlier placed his daughter Enheduanna in her position at Ur. Nanna is repeatedly seen in ancient texts as a god who provides and unifies, and some of the most successful Mesopotamian rulers capitalized on this belief.
Names & Significance
Nanna first appears under that name (whose meaning is unknown) c. 3500 BCE. He is already an important deity when he is mentioned as Sin/Suen during the reign of Sargon of Akkad and is referred to as "the illuminator." Even from this early period, he was associated with wisdom and was honored by Sargon's grandson, the great Naram-Sin (r. 2261-2224 BCE), who took his name upon coming to the throne. Naram-Sin, considered the greatest of the Akkadian kings, was among those who understood how to use religious belief to rule most effectively.
The Akkadians also knew Nanna/Sin by a number of other names, which are actually epithets such as Asimbabbar/Ashgirbabbar (possibly meaning 'embellisher' or 'he who embellishes'), Namrasit ('who shines forth'), and Inbu ('The Fruit,' possibly referring to the moon's changing shape). To the Babylonians, Nanna was the son of Marduk who created him and placed him in the sky.
Lunar eclipses were thought to be caused, in some eras, by gods or demons trying to steal the moon's light, and Nanna (or in some stories Marduk) had to fight against them to restore natural order. Bertman comments on how "during the new moon when Nanna/Sin's light was not visible, the god was said to be in the netherworld, where he judged the dead" (123). At one point or another throughout Mesopotamia's long history, Nanna was king of the gods, lord of wisdom, keeper of time, guardian of the future (diviner), holder of secrets, but is always seen as the devoted son of Enlil and a protector and guardian of humanity.
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Blessings
((DWC Feb 2025, Day 2, Cage/Power, @daily-writing-challenge CW: None ))
Shortly after the battle of Cinderbrew Meadery
Lorellai grunted and stretched after removing her mail hauberk, sore and ready for rest after the battle. The Nerubian advance had finally be stopped, their general slain, thanks to the sacrifice of Baelgrim. Dolraan had told everyone to get some rest while the Earthen advanced their plans to restore coreway access; tomorrow would probably be just as busy.
Lorellai flopped down on the surprisingly comfortable bed provided by the inn, thankful to whatever strange travelers had come to Dornagal before to necessitate their construction. Earthen beds didn't look particularly comfortable to dwarves made of flesh and blood like her. She closed her eyes, and sighed, before a flash of light got her attention.
Opening one eye in irritation, and then both in surprise, Lorellai stared into the unblinking, and somewhat judgmental gaze, of a sentinel owl.

The owl stared at her for a few moments, then with its talons, pulled at the silver moon pendant that was atop the dresser. It clinked as the owl dragged it across the stone, and the owl's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Hey, I'm not a thief, I'm going to find the owners now that things are calmer, it's just been a whole war going on that was taking priority. I should be able to track that priestess down tomorrow," Lorellai said, stubbornly putting her head back down on the pillow.
The owl tilted its head to the right, and the inner radiance of it intensified, filling the room with moonlight. Lorellai scrunched her eyes closed, but it was no good. "You aren't going to let me sleep first, are you?" she asked of the owl, who just dragged the pendant across the stone again. "Alright, -fine-, sleep is for the weak I guess," Lorellai grumbled, throwing on a fresh shirt and vest before lacing her boots back up and heading out into Dornagal, pendant in hand and owl flitting ahead.
The sentinel silently flapped from building to sign to tree, leading her on. Irritated, she called out to it. "If you know where they are, why don't you just bring it back to them yourself?" she demanded, earning her another cocked head before it flew to another building across the way. It led her into the middle tier, where several empty homes had been converted to house the refugees of Dalaran, before landing in front of one specific door, and waiting for Lorellai to catch up. "I take it this is the place?" she asked, as the owl hooted, then disappeared in a flash. Sighing, Lorellai knocked on the door. Moments later, it opened, revealing a bandaged and healing Kaldorei man, who looked down at her and smiled.
"Oh, I recognize you! Elune Adore, champion Lorellai, to what do we owe the pleasure?"
Lorellai scratched the back of her head awkwardly. She still wasn't used to being referred to as one of the champions, no matter what she'd achieved in the Dragon Isles. "Uh, hi, sorry t' bother yeh, but remember when I pulled yer partner and yeh from th' wreckage? I found this pendant after you cleared out, and figured it should be returned."
"Ah, where are my manners, I am Nylas, please come inside, my beloved will be most happy to see her pendant, and I would be honored to prepare you some tea." the man responded, gently steering her inside the earthen home.
"Well, I can't stay long, but some tea might be nice to help me get some sleep once this errand is done."
"Of course, we have been hearing tales of what you and your fellows have accomplished thus far. I will make sure the tea will help you find your rest when the time comes." Nylas answered. "Beloved! We have company!" he called, as Lorellai stepped down into the common space and saw the priestess, laying comfortably on an earthen couch that had been covered in cushions, her face beautiful despite the bruising from her experience. Her right arm sat in a sling, and it was clear she had much more to recover from than her husband. Still though, she smiled at Lorellai.
"Ishnu-alah, my friend. I am glad of this opportunity to thank you in person for saving my husband and I from our peril. I am Jira'rel, servant of Elune. Please, take your ease," she said, motioning to a nearby chair, before adjusting herself to sit up a bit more.
"Oh, yer most welcome ma'am, and don't push yourself on my behalf, I just came by to return something of yours." Lorellai said, laying the pendant in the woman's hands, before taking her seat. "I was planning to seek you out tomorrow, but I had a very insistent visitor."
"Oh, did you now? Nuri'thor, did you harass this young woman into returning you to me?" she asked, as the pendant glowed and the sentinel appeared, perched on her knee and hooting. The woman turned her gaze back to Lorellai. "I apologize for my companion, he has ever been headstrong, for as long as we have been bonded."
"Well, at least he's back where he belongs. I didn't know they were bound to items?" Lorellai asked as Nylas entered the room with a tray holding a teapot and three cups, setting them on the table and pouring the drinks.
Jira'rel gently stroked the glowing owl's head and smiled. "Not always, but there was a time when those of us who were not as magically talented as our sisters were given relics to aid in the bonding with our sentinels." Her look took on a pensive tone as she accepted the tea from her husband. "As it so happens... miss Lorellai, Nylas and I owe you more than we can say. Thanks to you, we are alive and together. I would like to repay you for that."
Lorellai started to protest, but was cut off by Jira'rel's gaze, now bearing an almost otherworldly strength. "It would be a boon to us as well as you, champion. My husband has ever been a gentle soul; my service among the priesthood and the sentinels is a burden we have carried together, but in the wake of this tragedy, and the extent of my injuries, I feel my best path forward is to focus on my healing, and my beloved, and how we may best help others as civilians. That said, Nuri'thor is not built for a quiet life; his path is ever to stand against darkness. A path, I feel, that you are destined to take as well. Would you take my dear friend into your care, and let him stand with you? At least for a time."
Lorellai blinked. "I... I don't know what to say, uh, I'm not exactly a worshipper of Elune..."
"Be that as it may, you fought on the front lines in defense of our new home, alongside my sisters at Bel'ameth. You need not kneel in Her temples to serve Her designs, my young friend. And Nori'thur seems to have taken a liking to you." Jira'rel smiled as the owl flitted over to land on Lorellai's head, before bending over to hoot in her face. "I am sure we will be reunited in time, but for now, I would be most pleased to know he is at your side. Tell me you'll accept him?"
"I suppose if you put it that way, I can't rightly refuse. I guess we're buddies now, Nori, as long as you can understand that I prefer to sleep when it's dark out." Lorellai said, eliciting a laugh from the kaldorei couple.
Lorellai emerged into the cool air of nighttime Dornagal, the moonlight shining down and glinting off the silver pendant now hanging down from her neck, the silvery owl hooting softly as it guided her back to her bed. And inside the home behind her, Jira'rel and Nylas prayed to Elune to watch over the young woman as she journeyed into the darkness below.
#Drogar writes#daily writing challenge#Lorellai#All this to explain to my satisfaction why I main sentinel spec as a dwarf
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tell us more about ren she’s so pretty i need lore
Hello anon!! I am so flattered u want to know more about her! Ren is an alternate universe version of my usual Tav. I’m much better at storytelling visually, so I’ll explain some of my visual choices I’ve made for her character, which contains a bit of the lore I have created thus far. (also thank u for the excuse to just create a character dump post for her lol - i spent way too much time on this)
content warnings: mentions of dissection, scarring one's own face, unhealthy obsessions, stalking, religious trauma... just general fucked up Bhaalist things. + spoilers for BG3
EYES
A keypoint in her design are her eyes; Ren has the same eyes as The Dark Urge's Fiend butler, Sceleritas Fel, reflecting her origin as a creation of Bhaal Himself. Similar to other creations like her and Sceleritas, she was made with the purpose of serving and assisting Bhaal's Chosen.
SCARS
The right side of her face is deliberate scarring of her own doing during her priestess "training". Her body scars, however, are the result of the experimentation performed on her in her early training days. These experiments are often done with the purpose of making unnatural "improvements".
HANDS
I really love how Scarlet Witch's fingertips will stain black as a result of her use of the Darkhold's chaos magic spells, so I took that inspiration and headcannon that Ren's hands/arms do something similar from her "training" as a priestess of Bhaal and her use of necromancy/shadow magic and rituals.
For her general aesthetic, I was mainly inspired by the concept art for Bhaal for BG3 and this art of a priestess of Bhaal. She often wears a large dusty cloak over her usual gown. Placed on the top of her cloak, she will also sometimes wear a crown of thorns, mimicking the "spiky" style of common Bhaalist attire. During their time in the temple, before the events of BG3, she often adorned her face with a broken piece of a human skull. Since her coat is quite heavy, she walks a little hunched over… kind of like a creepy gremlin. Additionally, she will wear a small Bhaalist charm at the collar of her cloak.
Underneath, she wears her typical black gown; the top half resembles Orin’s carapace and blends into her skirt, with leg slits for better mobility, of course! When she isn’t wearing her cloak, her hair is loosely tied back and styled into a collection of braids, accessorized with Bhaalist jewelry.
*Keep in mind I am not a lore expert in terms of D&D deities or Bhaalist lore in general. I took some stuff from the forgotten realms wiki but also just made some stuff up lol, so this NOT D&D or BG3 lore accurate.
Also, again, warnings for unhealthy relationships/obsessions, as well as brief mentions of torture but not in detail.
THEY ARE BHAALISTS THEY HAVE ISSUES!!!!
Similarly to Sceleritas Fel, Ren has a lot of "care" for The Dark Urge. She favours him over Orin, and often clashed heads with her... but of course I have to have some doomed yuri content too!!!!!! so maybe they kissed once or twice >:) (but waaay before the events of BG3) Her "training" as a priestess of Bhaal consisted of torture, religious indoctrination, and extreme mental corruption/manipulation, especially by Orin. As implied before, she faced experiments in order to "improve" her usefulness to Bhaal and His Chosen. As a result, she is not the most stable person you'll meet. She is mainly chaotic evil aligned, however, her final loyalties will always lie with The Dark Urge, and she is accepting of his resistance/redemption path, as well as his acceptance/murder hobo path. She is essentially a certified Real One (also doesn't rlly vibe with Bhaal after he kills her evil Dragon boyfriend yk). The tadpole in someway also helped "release" her mind of Bhaal's influence, and while she is still an obsessive and violent girlie, she can be persuaded to not be a total murder hobo and sometimes even decides on her own to go against Bhaal's wishes (she still cool with murder though). As I previously mentioned, Ren was created by Bhaal to assist His Chosen in his duties and leading the temple, as most priestesses/priests of Bhaal do. She is more of a companion and advisor to The Dark Urge, rather than a servant like Sceleritas Fel. She is deeply (obsessed) "in-love" with The Dark Urge, and supports him over Orin. A while before the whole tadpoles, absolute, blah blah blah stuff, her and Orin had a brief history, but it was moreso Orin's jealousy of what Durge had. Her in-game class is a Bhaalist class mod! It is very fun so far, and she just levelled up to level 3 and can now has the ability Verminous Metamorphosis, so she can turn into a… RAAAAT!! 🐀 sorry, Astarion :( However, I see her as a combo of this and a death cleric of Bhaal. In terms of how her story is going in the BG3 campaign, i still haven't fully fleshed anything out yet! I would assume she would have a large impact on Durge's memory loss. Maybe she will have her own gaps in memory, but knows they have a reason to go to Baldur's Gate. As for other durge events, I believe she would be proud of The Dark Urge for such a "beautiful display of gore!" after Alfira night lol. I'm still undecided if I want to do redemption or murder hobo durge... I don't want to kill Isobel so I'm probably going to headcannon that Bhaal tasks The Dark Urge with killing her, as a way to test if he is "losing his way", or if he cares more about the life of a "mere servant of Bhaal" than his own "birthright" as Bhaal's Chosen.
For now I am just going with the flow of the game and doing some fun photo and gif series of Ren and Durge's adventure in my Durgetav playthrough!
Face preset | hair | scar | eyes | makeup + bloody lips | body tattoo & autopsy scar Orin top, arms + legs | dress + accessories | cloak | hood + crown/mask | lingerie
♡ PLAYLIST
dividers made by me with canva; graphics by @/brand314195326 and @/dhtgip. screenshots by me ♡
#oc: Bhaalist Priestess!Ren#my inbox#bg3#bg3 oc#bg3 tav#sorry im still not great at writing lol#i really like a lot of these photos so ill probably make them their own posts too!!
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apparently, reddit nuked the "meridia is a black hole" post. here's how I understand/remember this theory
meridia was once merid-nunda, a star orphan. black holes form when massive stars collapse at the end of their life cycle
massive objects (like black holes) create strong gravitational fields that curve and stretch the "fabric" of space-time. "… thus does Merid-Nunda [ride? slide?] across the rainbow road from end to end, at one end stretching the Dragon [Akatosh, the Time God], at the other end compressing him …. - Exegesis of Merid-Nunda
black holes can "bend" the light rays that pass close enough to them. this is how meridia created her colored rooms. "But Merid-Nunda formed of her substance a great drag-lens, and the light of Magnus was bent thereby. The rays [carved? focused?] a new sphere from the chaos, which Merid-Nunda, [laughing? sparkling?], did claim for her own." - Exegesis of Merid-Nunda
"For Meridia, time is said to be relative, and her priestesses have been known to grant time-altering blessing" - UESP just google "black holes time travel"
"the Daedra Lady of Greed" - UESP yeah, it's about her strong gravitational field
"To MERIDIA who contains the Plenum" - PGE. Plenum (physics), a space completely filled with matter. black holes are incredibly dense
meridia's light is not her own! if material such as gas, dust or stars gets too close to a black hole, it gets sucked in by the enormous gravitational force. as it falls towards the black hole, it heats up and becomes incredibly bright
meridia, you're not fooling anyone with your beams of light. we know it's your relativistic jets. stop LARPing as a sun/light goddess
#meridia#magne-ge#daedra#daedric princes#tes lore#elder scrolls#skyrim#eso#merid-nunda#tesblr#inspired by “omg meridia and ithelia are literally the same!” posts#stop harassing my wife. she's unique and beautiful!
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Lo'larox (Loa)
Major themes: inner demons, faith, malice, redemption, protection, hope, insomnia, loneliness, moon, light and darkness, birth and death, rebirth
Reborn from the dead flesh of the Lord of Murder in 1406 d.r. the Year of the Blackened Moon, she wore the markings of the storm, symbolizing her innate magic.
The unholy child was recreated in the image of one of the Lord's favorite priestesses, but stripped of the curse of the Queen of Spiders and illuminated by his blessing. She was found by renegade Drow who gave her the name Loa. The diminutive name of Lo'larox, phoenix in their language.
In 1418 d.r., the Year of the Lords Coronation, the child made her initiation, succumbing to Bhaal's legacy for the first time, slaying her adopted family. An inner call and thirst led the child to the temple, where she found her true name, Dark Urge, and joined the cult.
The withdrawn and aggressive girl was isolated from the cultist community by Helena Anchev's decision to raise a primarily intimidating symbol of their Lord's dominance.
In the first place, however, it was a necessary measure to conceal the dual nature of the wicked child, who, as it turned out, was capable not only of atrocity but also of mercy. This could certainly shake the authority of Bhaal among his followers.
The competition that reigned within the cult for the blessing and love of the Lord, nurtured distrust and suspicion in his Chosen, bordering on paranoia for good reason.
In 1493 d.r., the Year of the Purple Dragons, the Chosen lost her Lord's favor. Wounded in the head and half-crazed, she became a ghost of herself and dwelt in the Moonrise Towers in the Cursed Lands, where she was regularly subjected to experiments.
The last of these experiments was decisive in her fate. The illithid's tadpole allowed her to regain her body and mind, but the lack of memories of her past life cut off her personality from her divine heritage. Thus Dark Urge began to manifest in bouts of sleepwalking, calling out her blood for brutal violence. All she felt when she awoke in her new state was thirst and emptiness.
The unintentional cleansing of the Moon Maiden's desecrated temple from a band of goblins had suddenly granted her not only a modicum of peace, but also her abilities as a healer. Where there had been emptiness in her soul before, faith now settled in.
Now the road led her and a group of troublemakers like her to Baldur's Gate, where they could get answers to their questions. And they didn't know yet that not all of the answers they would get would satisfy them.
Over the course of her journey, she became especially close to Lae'zel, Shadowheart, as they shared a common past as sectarians of evil god cults, and Astarion, as he was the only one not intimidated by her heritage. Their group's relationship was sometimes painful and unhealthy, but it always hid an inner warmth behind it. A warmth that was often extremely difficult for all of them to express in words.
She never talks about love and is used to expressing her relationships with actions based on inner impulses. However, despite difficult decisions, partial rejection of inner passions and temporary breakups, she remains faithful to her vampire. Their bond with Astarion could never be called stable, but their relationship changes and grows stronger as they accept themselves. She never talked about finding a cure for him because she knew that one day they would have to experience the loss of each other anyway.
After saving the city, they traveled a lot, but never stayed in one place long enough, as if they were afraid the past would catch up with them. They are still searching for parts of their inner light and still learning not to be afraid of it.
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On The Blessedness Of Reaching Out To The Dead
A homily for Samhain on October 31, 2024.

Dearly Beloved,
A very blessed Samhain to those in the Northern Hemisphere and a very blessed Beltane to those in the Southern Hemisphere! I pray that all of you are blessed and comforted as the Wheel Of The Year continues to turn!
In my home, we are honoring our dead, our Beloved Ancestors, Mighty Dead, and Blessed Saints. As we move towards the dark of the year, we take this moment to reach out to all of those who have come before us, those dead to whom we owe our honor, respect, and love.
I often meet this time of year with mixed feelings, because while I wish to celebrate our dead, I am also reminded of my own feelings of sadness and loss. Death has brought too many missed opportunities for me, too many lost moments, and too many people cut down far too young. So I weep a little bit, even as I celebrate the holiday. But this is only to be expected…it is natural to feel sad about those whom we have lost. It is natural to mourn. But it is also natural to cherish our lost and to celebrate and honor those who have come before us. Thus I am moved on this high holiday to speak of those honored ones, those beloved ones, those who have journeyed off to what some traditions call the Isle Of Apples, mystic Avalon, Hades, or simply the Underworld.
So let Charon sound His dread horn and let us speak of reaching out to the dead.
Magick, throughout its history, has had an intimate relationship with the dead. Some of the most famous mages of ancient myth, such as the famed Witch Of Endor spoken of in the “First Book Of Samuel”, worked with spirits of the dead, and the Greek poet Homer, whose epic poems were considered divinely inspired by many ancient Greeks, includes an act of necromancy in Book 11 of “The Odyssey”. Clearly, the magick of working with the dead is ancient.
But many times when modern pagans are working with the spirits of the dead, we lack the pragmatism of those ancient necromancers. As is implied by the name, necromancy is the art of divination by means of communication with the spirits of the dead, and while Samhain is definitely a fine time for divination, I know that when I take my journey into that in-between place that lets us communicate with the dead, I am not trying to divine anything. Instead, I merely want to spend time with my beloveds. I call my father, my grandparents, and even my fallen cats. I sit with them in the candlelight of my temple, as the smoke of the incense drifts between our world and the worlds beyond. Sometimes we talk. More often we are silent and simply keep each other company in the dark. Sometimes that’s all love needs, especially among family.
But there is another sort of spirit I also wish to discuss and honor here. Over the last couple of weeks the Mighty Dead and Blessed Saints, those mages and mystics who have died and live on as mighty spirits who may become our allies in the Work, have been making their presence known to me. Jake Stratton-Kent, one of the mages most responsible for the recent revivification of the Grimoire Tradition, has come up in conversation by “chance” no less than six times with six different individuals over the period of four days at the time of this writing. Jerry Cornelius, the leader of an important lineage of the A.’.A.’., has come up just as frequently. Copper Persephone, an important teacher and priestess in the Reclaiming Tradition, has also come up again and again. And of course, for me there is always my father, Anthony “Dragon” Spurlock, witch, artist, and musician, who casts a long shadow over my life. These Mighty Dead are always with us, but in this moment, this special moment where our worlds are as close as they ever get, they are especially with us, reaching out to us, ready to hold our hands and guide us forward as we step forward into the darkest time of the year.
So let us reach out to these spirits in those shadowy places between the worlds, for what happens between the worlds affects all the worlds. Let us go to them or call them to us. Let us tell funny stories around the fire or cry ourselves to sleep in remembrance, as our hearts guide us. Let us sing their names in joy as we celebrate them and whisper their names in sorrow as we mourn them. Let us hold them all in our hearts on this, their special day. Let us lift them up in song and honor them in memory.
Let us reach out to the dead.
Happy Samhain.
In love,
Soror Alice
Art: Odilon Redon, “Apparition”, (~1910)
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rook tarot ask game thing!!! bc i'm noisy lmao
the high priestess, the empress (+ very curious of their relationship with isabela >:3), the wheel of fortune, the devil, the moon (i'm so curious about anything and everything euehueheueheue your rook rocks)
Really tryna rifle through my filing cabinet eh? Jk thanks for the intrigue. I get 50% more powerful whenever people ask me things. Also I’m gonna switch between Rook, their actual name (Kiann), and Laidir repeatedly. They are equally all three of those identities.
I wrote more than I thought I would. The cut is for everyone’s benefit lol.
The High Priestess: Which does Rook obey more: their head or their heart?
Rook tries to separate their compassion from their job. Too much blood is on their hands for them to preach sainthood. Thus, they use their head in most situations, which can make them kinda manipulative (not intentionally, that’s just what happens when you treat every conversation like they can be won)
I do think that once you scrape back all of those layers, you’ll find that they use their heart when helping those they love (The Veilguard, Varric, Rowan & Isabela etc.) Their heart isn’t very good at decision making though so any suggestions have to be filtered through the brain first lol.
The Empress: What does family mean for Rook?
Family can be anyone. Laidir was taken away from their mother too early for any solid memories of her to be present, so the Lords became the default image in their head for family.
And since you asked about Isa specifically, I’ll elaborate on their weird… thing they’ve got going on. They are so “Never Love and Anchor” core it hurts 😭😭😭. Isabela wasn’t a terrible mother figure, even though she tried to position herself as more of an Auntie figure at first. Because of her own trauma with her mother, she’s overprotective of Laidir in ways that she refuses to admit to anyone. She’s not letting go of that kid unless it would give them a better life (She would spin it as a “Finally getting you outta my nest” to Kiann. They know she’s sad whenever they leave, though) The two of them have this odd push and pull where neither want to admit they love each other in that parent/child way, but there isn’t really another way to describe it. There’s only so many times you can cry into your mentor’s arms during night terrors before you kinda have to call her mom.
The Wheel of Fortune: Describe an interesting character moment for your Rook. What made this moment stand out to you?
Their heavy insistence on Taash embracing Rivaini culture says a lot about them. I think Rook has a hard time seeing themselves as properly Rivaini at times. Like, they were born to Rivaini craftsmen on Tearstone, but being ripped away from their own culture at such a young age definitely took its toll on them (Isa took them in when they were about 16/17. Since she’s more tied to the Lords than she is to Rivain itself, she couldn’t help too much with those issues). Rook is a master at projecting their insecurities, so being able to help Taash with an issue they’ve been having for over a decade was definitely cathartic in a way.
The Devil: What type of demon is most likely to target Rook? Why?
A desire demon but not for horny or “Gold and Glory” reasons. My guy just needs a hug real bad. Fucked up to see your actual mother in the middle of battle.
The Moon: How does Rook's past impact their values? Does their past come with any biases or blind spots they have to account for?
Oh it deeply affects them. I imagine that they don’t share any pre-Lord of Fortune lore with anyone unless specifically prompted by someone they trust, but they think about it constantly. Their past very directly leads into their lack of swimming expertise, but it also leads to an understandable dislike for pretty much the entirety of Tevinter. Eventually they grow out of it, the shadow dragons and their overall experiences in Dock Town calm the hatred to a more directed state. Being besties with Neve also helped. Now they just despise the Tevinter government 👍
Again, thank you for asking. This took so long to fill out, jesus.
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Perhaps once we’re fully on our feet we can join you in jolly co-operation in fighting the foe that has taken over the Moon Cell.
SLAYER: "That's the hope! That Titan that took everything- that Titan that wished to destroy humanity! We're the only ones standing in it's way!"
KEEPER: "We won't ask you to do anything you don't want to, but your help would be appreciated."
SLAYER: "Ahaha! And-- this Solar Cell is a secure box. It can bang on the 'outside' for eons if it wants, it's not getting through. Which gives us plenty of time to prepare and come up with a perfect plan. We were each summoned for a reason. That's right! You must have come for a reason! More allies, willing to go into the fray and join us in saving Humanity!"
PRIESTESS: "…Once the core of the Solar Cell gathers enough power, then we can begin our assault. It'll be far from 'jolly', our adversary carved through true Divine Spirits from the Age of Gods. Just thinking about fighting it gives me the chills, bringing back horrible memories…"
PRIESTESS: "But we can't afford to be cowardly! If something has to be done, then we'll have to do it!"
SLAYER: "Hear, hear! We ride in ready to die, and thus we shall prosper! Ahahahahahaha!"
KEEPER: "Hah, look at you, matching Slayer's energy. Well, not exactly, she's still a few notches higher. Still... I like this, it's better than your usual gloomy self. Maybe you really are feeling a bit more hope?"
PRIESTESS: "Maybe you're right, either way… I can't waver. I am of a unique body, but I was summoned with this strange Saint Graph for a reason. And if that means laying down some dragon-fox wrath, then so be it!"
PRIESTESS: "We'll show that Umbral Star the might of the Sun!"
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You felt a shudder.
At this point, you knew the rest.
War, fire, death. It was as if not to torture your brain with irony for much longer, your mind mentally began fast forwarding through everything else. There wasn't any changing the past, after all.
At some point, you recalled that you had slain the Slayer.
...Your fractured memory told you that it wasn't easy.
You recalled the moment of your 'end'. Where you had been cast away, and sealed.

The last time you had recalled this moment, it had been more twisted. More horrifying, more monstrous, more viscous. A beast, clad in shadow, mechanically slaughtering you and casting you into the abyss.
Now, the memory was clearer.
Powerful magic coalescing, a sealing spell beyond compare. The Priestess of the Sun had her hands raised, her expression bitter and filled with betrayal and contempt. A goddess that had seen tragedy, and now was more than willing to enact divine retribution.
A voice screaming. Hoarse.
"For what reason… for what purpose?!" "Show me, tell me, do something! Please!" "Why did you destroy my world…? Why did you crush my dream…? We could have saved everything! Avenged everyone! And now... and now it's gone! Are you happy?! Are you proud?! The war is over before it even began!"
"I'll… I'll curse you! For a thousand years, I'll curse you! May you and your sins burn for a thousand, thousand eternities!"
She brought down her hands with rage, the might of a wrathful god slamming down on you and pushing you deeper and deeper into darkness.
Deeper and deeper.
Blacker and blacker.
Dark, for so long.

You felt your hands let go of the teabowl. Not even a second had passed, it seemed.
The sweet taste ended bittersweet in your mouth. Still, it felt a bit like a jolt. It'd be easy to stay in that memory forever, but waking up was the important part- as hard as it was, sometimes.
RIKYU: "..."
RIKYU: "..."
RIKYU: "I see."
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From the Ashes Pt. 32

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Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister
Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Reader POV
Words: 4513
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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)
“No way. . .”
“My lady. . . Where did you obtain such a treasure?”
As you gawked at what you had thought to be a normal opal gemstone, you felt your mind spin uncontrollably with disbelief. There was absolutely no way. Dragon eggs had been all but gone in Westeros, even in Dragonstone where centuries earlier they had been abundant. The few that had been found by Aerys early on in his reign were unable to hatch and thus destroyed as they proved useless to him.
Maybe that was why you had been feeling a deeper type of warmth resonating from the beautiful egg. A life that had once had potential.
You told Inniros of Thalina and how a knight from Westeros along with Tyrion had delivered it to you. It indeed hailed from Dragonstone where you had spent your childhood with Thalina.
“To think that maid was actually a red priestess.” mused Tyrion as he was unable to tear his gaze from the dragon egg. All the stories hadn’t prepared him for the real thing. Inside was a baby dragon that never got the chance to live. Impossible to both you and Tyrion to view Thalina as this secret keeper as she had been a lovely, ditzy girl when you had known her. “She knew all along.”
Inniros picks up the egg and examines it with his one good eye. Now Tyrion stared at the darkin. Another tale that he had thought was only make believe. A darkin and a dragon. He towered over you and Tyrion, his face fully visible now that he could no longer hide behind his long, red, locks. His sheared head bothered you. Who had done it? Or did he cut it off himself? You knew that some men of the Fiery Hand could be malicious.
“Granted, who knows if there’s anything left alive in it.” He murmurs, fingers scraping against a scale. “For all we know it could only be a beautiful fossil now.”
“Are you sure it’s an actual dragon egg?”
“Positive.” Inniros immediately replied without waiting a second. “There is a forgotten city in the heart of the Shadowlands called Stygai. It is void of human life and only the darkins are brave enough to venture out there. Strange creatures have taken over the ruins and there are rumors that dragons are still present there too. My master Batur brought me as close as he thought appropriate. I will never forget the shriek that shook the land beneath me. Batur told me it was from a dragon. The Shadow Hills where the darkin call their home are on the outskirts of Asshai and lead to Stygai. In a way we protect unknowing travelers from stumbling upon the Shadowlands.”
Inniros hands the egg back to you, very carefully as if there were still life in it. “Be very careful to who you show this to. Even if it’s just a fossil now, it’s still worth a fortune. Especially one as beautiful as this one.”
You purse your lips and cradle the egg in your arms like an infant. “If dragons are still alive in the Shadowlands. . .”
As if reading your thoughts, Tyrion continues your musing “Then it may be possible for the egg to still hatch if it’s brought there?”
The darkin shrugs and sits on the edge of his small bed, way too small for his height and long legs. “Who knows how old that egg is. But I wouldn’t say it’s impossible. Many odd things happen in the Shadowlands. From the River Ash that glows green at night to the creatures that lurk in the Valley of Shadows, anything could happen.”
Noticing the expression of unconditional hope on Tyrion’s face, you carefully tell your brother not to get his hopes up. Like Inniros said, this could only be a fossil now. Tyrion wasn’t having any of it though. His life prior had been filled with neglect and abandonment. He had entered the land where anything is possible and tales from his childhood were coming true. Darkins and dragons, creatures that lurked in the dark and all of the adventure that it carried with it. Even if Tyrion begged you, you knew he couldn’t accompany you to Asshai. There were too many uncertainties and you didn’t want to put Tyrion at risk now that he was safe in the temple. It pained you, the thought of leaving him again. But he would be with Jaime and you knew Jaime would do anything to ensure that Tyrion stayed safe.
A gentle rap against Inniros’ door sounded before Vidarr poked his head in. “Sorry to interrupt but the Red Priest who presides over the dungeon would like to know what to do with the Fiery Hand you sent down there.”
Yes, there was still the issue of that Fiery Hand to deal with. You look down at Tyrion. “I’m afraid I must leave you in the watchful eye of someone else.”
“I can’t go with you?”
“The dungeons are no place for a young boy.” You told him and immediately saw the fight that was ready on his lips. Trying your best at a ‘stern big sister stance’, Tyrion bites back whatever words he had on the tip of his tongue for he respected and loved you too much to cause you any type of displeasure. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll leave you off at the training grounds so you can watch the others. Jaime must already be there after this morning. You can always find Jaime there.
Stiffly, Tyrion nods. “Alright. But what about the egg? Inniros just said to be careful who you show it to.”
“The temple is safe. I have no enemies here.”
Even so, you knew you couldn’t walk around all day carrying the egg. Hopeful eyes glance at Inniros who was glaring at Vidarr from his spot on his bed. “Inniros, would you mind terribly keeping an eye on this?”
“An eye is all I have.” He murmurs but holds out his hands so that you could once again place it in his care although he seemed hesitant.
You thank him and take Tyrion by the hand. “Are you too old to hold your sister’s hand?”
“Never!” To reassure you, he gives your hand a little squeeze.
The both of you smile and walk out.
The training grounds were loud as ever with the vibrato of clanging swords and grunting men and women alike. On his typical bench under the shade, Nuahlin sits pleasantly. He watches the army that used to be under his authority which old age had stripped him of. Neither seemed to bother him though as he smiles amicably. Next to him is the tall priestess Siofra with her short curly hair that was uncharacteristically blonde for someone with such dark skin. There was always a priest or priestess with him as he was still highly revered.
Her dimpled smile emerges when she sees you and Tyrion approaching. “Hello nuha kosh!”
You lead Tyrion over to them, guiding him as his attention was on the skilled fighters. In the depths of the ring was Jaime having it out with Weles. As of late they had been consistent sparring partners and you knew that they had a sort of friendship budding quietly.
“Rytsas (Hello) Siofra, Nuahlin. I don’t think either of you have been officially introduced to my brother. This is Tyrion. Tyrion, Nuahlin used to be the commander of the Fiery Hands. It has now been passed down to Weles who you see sparring with Jaime. And this is one of the Red Priestesses, Siofra.”
Tyrion greets them and blushes when Siofra gushes over his two different colored eyes. “How interesting! One is black and the other is green like your sister’s.”
Nuahlin pokes at the small sword that hung off of his hip. “Do you know how to use that, byka azantys (little soldier)?”
“Somewhat.” He looks down momentarily at his stunted legs. “It was hard to learn because I’m a dwarf, but I had an excellent teacher who taught me the basics.”
Gently nodding his head, Nuahlin seemed to already know who Tyrion’s teacher was. “The Westerosi knight you traveled with.”
“Ser Barristan Selmy.” Tyrion nodded.
“Yes, Ser Selmy. What a shame he couldn’t stay longer. It would have been wonderful to watch him spar with the Fiery Hand. Watching Jaime when he first started here was quite entertaining. He fought stiff as a log, now look at him.”
You and Tyrion turn your head to watch said brother swipe a leg under Weles, making the captain momentarily slip but flipped back on to his feet. It was a challenge to knock Weles off balance, not many were capable of succeeding. In the flash of an eye, Weles’ curved blade strikes out at Jaime while the sword he held in his other hand jabbed near Jaime’s stomach. The blade only caught a piece of his robes, sending a ribbon of fabric drifting through the breeze. You even heard Tyrion suck in a sharp breath at the close call. Jaime was holding his own though and was equally fluid in his footwork. He had become such a beautiful fighter.
“I am excited to see what the Fiery Hand can do with you.”
“Even if I’m a dwarf?”
His smile was tender. “Yes, byka azantys. In the Fiery Hand, we accept everyone. Former slaves, vagabonds, you name it. As long as you show faith and work hard.”
You catch Siofra’s attention. “Do you mind keeping an eye on him? There is a situation that calls for my presence in the dungeons.”
“Of course nuha kosh. I will take good care of Lord Tyrion.” she smiles happily.
Patting your younger brother on the head, you tell him that you would see him in a little bit and to behave. He nods, partially listening to you but his gaze couldn’t be torn away from watching Jaime.
Silently making your way all the way down to the temple’s jail cells, you were greeted at the gate by a Fiery Hand who bowed at your appearance. You nod to them and offer a small smile before opening the door and going to a cell where you were told the offending warrior was being held. Guilt flickered inside of you that someone who had been so dedicated to R’hllor should be behind bars for simply voicing worry. You knew trusting Inniros may have been viewed as extreme and unwise. He had murdered a handful of Fiery Hands without much thought and so efficiently. The power of the darkin terrified them and made them angry that he had not had justice brought down upon him. Inniros still stood while they were forced to bury their brothers. What would the actual Azor Ahai done with this man?
Even facing him you still didn’t know what to do. You stared into his dark eyes that flickered with the torch’s dancing light. Tattoos showed devotion to the Lord of Light.
In Valyrian you ask what his name is. He lowers his gaze and replies “I am Tejas.”
You repeat his name, practicing it on your tongue. “I must apologize that I had to resort to sending you here-”
“While the darkin walks free above.”
Trying to mask the wince, you felt your heart race. “Yes. Inniros. I know the crime he has committed is unforgivable. Inniros has done many things to obtain riches. But even R’hllor is willing to give grace to someone who repents, is that not correct?”
“You don’t understand the dark side of the world because you are but a girl, even if you are Azor Ahai reborn. You are young and trusting. Too trusting. You might have been able to get away with it back in your land of Westeros where the people are soft. Not here. Men will forsake religion in order to obtain wealth beyond their wildest dreams. The darkin lies.” He spat out the last sentence. “They are lost in their ways and have forgotten who gave them their abilities in the first place. And yet you let one into the temple after he murdered the men in charge of protecting you.”
You were quickly losing your courage. “What’s the proof you have that all of them have lost their way?”
“Speak up." You heard your father’s voice ring in your ears.
“Speak up and look right into my eyes.”
There weren’t many times when you thought back fondly on your father Tywin Lannister. Yet you found yourself drawing on his strength and remembering his harsh words. For at that moment, you needed to be a little bit of your father if you were to get through this without looking weak. And Tywin was anything but weak.
Tejas presses his lips firmly together before answering “You really know nothing because you were born an outsider.”
You envisioned your father glaring down at you behind his massive desk. Pale green eyes made you want to cry. He hated when you showed any sign of cracking. A Lannister didn’t show their fear. Better yet, a Lannister didn’t have fear. Courageous like the lion on their crimson banners.
“Then tell me, Tejas. Educate me for the priests and priestesses don’t seem to be doing a good enough job to your liking.” Attempting to fix your face like Tywin’s had been when admonishing you, you forced yourself to become steely. Finely honed like a blade of Valyrian steel. You wouldn’t show Tejas how nervous you were. At that moment he was a five year old (y/n); cowering before her abrasive father.
He took on your challenge though, not prepared to let a little girl like yourself intimidate him. You weren’t a little girl. That was his mistake for thinking you a fool. You knew the dark, cruel side of the world. Had the wounds to show that you had survived. “When Azor Ahai died, they did not join the rest of R’hllor’s worshippers at the temple. They wanted to be their own agents, live in those haunted hills of Asshai. They left without a word.”
“That doesn’t necessarily mean they lost their way. I understand your doubt, but was it not I alone who stopped him from causing anymore damage? I put an end to his reign of terror. When he saw Lightbringer ablaze, he knew what he had done was an error. Let me ask you, do you doubt that I am Azor Ahai reborn?”
Flushing slightly, he scrambled for useful words. “I-I personally wasn’t there to see Lightbringer’s glory. . . but according to my brothers it happened.”
“That didn’t answer my question. Do you think me a fraud, Tejas?”
You were unnerving him now. “O. . . Of course I believe you are Azor Ahai reborn, nuha kosh.”
“Then trust that I know what I’m doing with the darkin. While they may not have allied themselves with the temple back then, they will now. Azor Ahai is back and they’ll obey the call when I go there. They were created to help Azor Ahai win against the Others. There’s a reason for everything, Tejas, and it might not be clear now. A bigger event is at play and while I mourn the loss of the men that died protecting me, there will be more lives lost in the upcoming battle and we need the darkin to ensure we don’t lose more lives than need be.” Despite your hands trembling at your sides, you kept your voice level as Tywin would have. “I will allow for your release, but don’t you dare question me again.”
Tejas immediately presses his forehead to the ground. “Yes, nuha kosh. Please forgive me.”
You paused a few steps away from the cellar’s door, up on the stairs that led back to the brightness of day. Heart still pounding and a fever on your cheeks, you took a deep breath as the rest of your body trembled. To be that tough had been hard to do. You knew that being like that was necessary in order to prove your authority. You couldn’t have your men thinking you as a sweet, stupid, girl from Westeros.
Still jittery, you carefully make your way back to retrieve your egg from Inniros. The guards greeted you a second time before letting you in. Inniros was stationed by a small window that was held above a table and chair. On his lap lay the beautiful fossil.
“Are you alright?” He questions when handing you the egg.
You nod. “I never thought I would ever say this, but I’m grateful for my father being who he is. He’s a bastard, but his men respect and fear him. I had no idea how much effort it was to be like that.”
“Because that’s not who you originally are.”
“It’s who I have to be though. If I want the Fiery Hands to respect me, I have to act like the Lord of Casterly Rock.”
“You don’t want to be like him. Your sister is like him and she was not the least bit pleasant to be around. I walked into the shadows in front of her just to wipe that conceited look off her face.” Inniros told you.
Only imagining the fright on Cersei’s face made you smile a little. “I bet that felt good.”
The faintest hint of a smile made the corners of his lips twitch upward. “Yes, it did.”
He must not be used to smiling for it was quick to disappear and Inniros turned his attention back to the window.
“By the way, your hair. . .’
His hand goes up to where his mass of scarlet dreadlocks once covered the right side of his face; concealing the eye that he was missing. “The priests shaved it.” That was all Inniros was willing to divulge. You didn’t press any further on the issue but you felt angry that the priests would do that to him. Now he acted even more self-conscious around you. You thought the two of you had made progress during your visits to his cell, now all that progress seemed to be lost. Like the shadows that bent at his will, his hair had acted as a security blanket that he could hide behind. At least it would grow back. Perhaps on your journey to Asshai it could reclaim its former glory. When you got back, you would have to discuss with the priests that Inniros’ hair was off limits unless he wanted to cut it.
“If anything else happens. . . please let me know.”
You catch his nod before you leave Inniros’ room to go fetch Tyrion.
Back on the sea again, it wasn’t the same without his small companion.
Selmy would every so often look down to his side, expecting Tyrion to be there gazing out at the glittering Sunset Sea that would lead him back home to Westeros and to an uncertain situation.
There was no reason to feel melancholy as his job was done and he could return to his post. That’s what he had wanted when he first started out on his journey. Selmy had wanted to get back as soon as possible so as to not procure the wrath of Aerys. Once Tyrion had joined him everything had changed. Barristan started to enjoy the travel, enjoyed in Tyrion and his incredible brain. If the boy had been born in a normal body, he would have gone places- no, he WOULD go places regardless. While his blades skill was nothing to brag about at least Tyrion would be able to go down fighting and not like a helpless lamb. He was safely with his family now, the only family that loved him. And Jaime, Jaime seemed to have changed for good.
Barristan had to restrain himself from glancing over his shoulder, back to where the Red Temple looked out over the ocean. By now it was probably just a speck in the horizon since he had been on the water for some time now. The priests were eager to get him out as soon as possible. Even with (y/n) claiming that he was a trusted friend, they seemed skeptical of his presence. The girl had become a deity to them. At least that was what Barristan surmised. No one had really answered his question on what (y/n) was to them. It was clear that she was incredibly important to everyone in the temple. Serving as her castle, (y/n) seemed to have the last say in many things and they waited on her every word. Ilta had been passionate about serving (y/n) and this Lord of Light.
A while later the horn that warned of an approaching ship was sounded. Whether it was a friendly ship or that of an enemy was still yet to be seen. The sound had roused Selmy from a nap he had tried to force upon himself. On his feet in a flash and sword shaft ready in his palm, he dashed back up to the deck. By that time the ship was closer that Barristan could discern purple sails. The closer it grew, Barristan realized that there was a silver sword and star emblazoned on the purple sails. It was House Dayne’s sigil. He couldn’t believe it yet there it was. Lady Ashara Dayne’s ship that had transported Selmy and Tyrion to Lys. He made sure to inform the captain that it was a friendly ship and to stop.
The ship that belonged to Ashara slowly pulled in next to Selmy’s and a long plank was thrown so that their lady could board.
Still a sight for sore eyes, Barristan’s heart beat faster as he had thought he would never see her again. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail to help relieve her of the stifling heat. Waves splashed against both ships that made the plank wobble a bit but Ashara didn’t seem to mind. With her knee high boots, she took casually calculated steps forward with perfect balance. There was no fear on her face that she would fall over. She wore a revealing gold gown that billowed from the sea breeze. Gold bangles around her wrists could be heard clinking together.
“You look as if you’ve seen a ghost, Ser.” She chuckles once she is assisted onto the deck. With her feet safely planted, she waltzes over to the surprised knight.
“Forgive me, my lady, but what are you doing out here? I thought you had returned to Starfall.”
Her smile was ever dazzling as she laughs again. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. No. . . Where is Vaiko?” Ashara looks around him, perhaps expecting the boy to be hiding. Her eyebrows flicker down when she does not see him.
What he told her wasn’t a particular lie but it did dodge around the truth of Tyrion’s situation. “He has family in Volantis who wished him to stay. He will be better off there as I must return to King’s Landing.”
Ashara nodded with acceptance but she still looked a little sad that Vaiko was no longer there. Much like how Selmy felt. “I’m afraid you won’t be returning to King’s Landing quite yet, Ser Barristan.”
He frowned. “And why is that my lady?”
Long lashes flick up revealing her rich colored eyes. “I need your help. Is there a place we can speak privately?”
The captain allowed the two to use his personal quarters. In there they were secure from prying eyes and ears.
“News has spread from Westeros that the young Prince Viserys and Princess Daenerys Targaryen have been abducted from Dragonstone.” She sits on the edge of the captain’s desk, her eyes drilling into Selmy with dark urgency. “I plan to find them and bring them to Prince Rhaegar and my brother Arthur. But I desire your help. While I have my own guards, it could never hurt to have the most renowned knight in all of the Seven Kingdoms by my side.”
It was a lot to take in in such a short amount of time. Selmy’s stomach sank at the thought of someone kidnapping Aerys’ children amidst a war. Friend or foe, it didn’t bode well. “They could be anywhere by now.”
She moves her hair off her shoulder with such flippant ease. “Precisely. I’ve already sent some of my men out to start the search. Any kind of rumor or tip, they will follow. I must do my part too.”
“Why would you want to bring them to Rhaegar?”
“You can’t be serious.” Ashara momentarily chuckles. “I wouldn’t even dream of giving them back to the Mad King. And you’re too good of a man to do that to them. Despite your vows, you know how twisted Aerys is. You know that Viserys and Daenerys would thrive with their brother. Anyway I hear the war has turned against Rhaegar for the meantime. Aerys is implementing his wildfire on the battlefield. Who knows how many lives have been taken from that damn wildfire.”
He heard the worry in her voice for her brother Arthur. Ashara cast her attention down to her boots, brows knit together in the center as she grimaces.
“I pray to whoever is listening that Arthur is safe. There has been no news on who is left in Rhaegar’s army. It scares me, Barristan. Even before you arrived in Starfall I worried about Arthur. He hasn’t written to me since Tumbleton. Now all is quiet and I am not home to receive any missives even if they come. If I can do one thing for him that may help turn the tides, I will do whatever is in my power. While the Targaryen siblings may not seem like much of a bargaining chip, I think just having them with Rhaegar will completely unsettle Aerys enough for him to make a stupid mistake. We just need an opening.” Her tears refuse to fall, instead making her eyes glitter like polished amethyst. “I want to see my brother alive after this is done. That is all I ask for.”
How could he deny Ashara Dayne anything when she was that close to tears yet looking so strong and resilient; a woman ready to take on the world. She was asking more of him than Varys had. Now she was asking him to be a turncloak and work with Rhaegar’s allies. If this plan of her’s succeeded, he would be participating in the undoing of Aerys. Barristan remembered the day he was sworn into the Kingsguard. What a joyous occasion it had been and what honor he felt when King Jaehaerys smiled down on him and placed the pristine white cloak around him. Times had been easier back then.
If Tyrion were there, he would have wanted him to do this. To do the right thing instead of turning a blind eye as his king burned people alive.
He just hoped that what Ashara had planned actually worked.
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The Current and Future Pendragons
Fandom: BBC’s Merlin (canon divergence, post-canon) AU AU: The Royal Husbands (Aithusa Pendragon)
High King Arthur Pendragon and the royal family of Camelot.
AU in which a series of canon divergences lead to Arthur surviving the mortal wound inflicted him by Mordred at Camlann and, with the help of Merlin who then becomes his Prince Consort, bringing the golden age foretold by the prophecies.
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Manip planned few years ago, but started on the prompt of @tavernfest. It's all @papysanzo's fault on Tumblr for reblogging the May round. Also @merthurotica, but their post on my RSS feed turned up later.
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More about the AU under the cut and also at the AU edit. (More fanworks from this AU at the links above) (All rambles and how this manip was made under the cut. Please suffer with me.)
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Arthur Pendragon, king of Camelot and High King of Albion. He successfully reunited the lands as the prophecies said, and also brought back magic. Few years after the victory of Camlann he married Merlin, who has become prince consort and second ruler of the kingdom. But, since unfortunately Merlin might be many things, but a woman with a womb he's not, Arthur (with Merlin) had to find a way to conceive a heir while being married to a man. Cue in Mithian, crown princess of Nemeth, equally saddled with the duty to give the throne a heir but uninterested in finding a husband trustful enough to sit at her side without potentially become a danger to her right to the throne. Together, the three of them reach an agreement that satisfies them all and they've been tight-close since. Their peculiar settlement initially was met with confusion and diffidence, but Mithian earned herself the thrust of everyone, and eventually the title of Queen of Camelot, third in line after Merlin. Peter is the first born of this union and rightful heir to the throne of Camelot. He's a talented swordsman but he suffered through all his teen years because of the never-ending comparisons with his warrior father who is on another fighting level. With age he learned to accept that he'll never be a war king and nobody ever asked him to become one either. He isn't his father, his name isn't part of legends or prophecies; he wasn't born to unite Albion but to keep it united once the Age of the Once and Future King sees its dawn. He will be a good and fair king for the peaceful times of the golden age, and his duty will be to make sure all his father - and his father's husband - sacrifices won't be wasted, that what they built is preserved. Susan was conceived because Mithian wanted both a heir for her to entrust Nemeth and a daughter. She's stubborn and strong but also capable of great empathy and kindness, as her mother and the Pendragon women (when they not meet High Priestesses who manipulate them). She's a formidable archer. Handsome Caspian, the son of Gwaine and Lady Vivian, is courting her and she welcomes this game, but Susan is enjoying too much her freedom to settle for a marriage and a family of her own. She has time though. Aithusa is the cute, small thing of the family, although she's actually the oldest of the new Pendragon generation - not counting the centuries spent in the egg that make her older than the castle of Camelot itself. As per usual with the dragon race, Aithusa's growth is stunned by her remaining with her parents. Only by being left on their own to tend to themselves, a dragonling is forced to grow. Thus, despite she was hatched on the dawn of the golden age, before Arthur married Mithian, she's still a dragonling that can fit Arthur's shoulders - her second favorite spot after the sling she made Arthur wear for years under his shirt. She learned the human language and can talk with her half-dragon impaired siblings Peter and Susan, but her speech pattern still needs some work. She doesn't care though. She's not so eager to leave the nest.
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Aithusa, (officially the ward of the king, unofficially considered by anyone in the court his scales-covered, flame-breathing daughter) is actually the eldest, since she was the first to come to the family. So yes, she's the older sibling. Make of this knowledge what you want. She also is firm that Arthur is a dragon, just one kind that looks like humans. But he's totally dragon. And if he doesn't breath fire or doesn't understand the dragon language, is all Uther's fault who didn't teach him his dragon gifts. Since Arthur is clearly a dragon, while Mithian sadly isn't, Peter and Susan are to her half-dragons. She still claims that it's because of the half human blood in their veins that they are impaired and don't have any dragon skill.
There's a fanfic for Aithusa as the (still only) daughter of the royal husbands during Father's Day, if you're interested.
When the time comes, and Arthur retires to Avalon to sleep, Peter will ascend as new king of Camelot, whose court will be moved to the renovated Castle of the Old Kings (or a new castle - still have to decide on this). Susan will succeed to Mithian on the throne of Nemeth. Aithusa will inherit the nest itself, the castle of Camelot, to own and protect until Merlin will be ready to make use of it.
I decided that Caspian would be Gwaine's (and Vivian's) son out of looks alone, and out of a (wrong) belief that he was meant to be Susan's love in Narnia. I never watched the second movie, and by the time I finally read the books, I didn't want to change it. For the same reason, I don't have a woman for Peter. A potential daughter of Gwen and Lancelot wouldn't be bad, but not necessary. (The AU idea ends with Arthur's travel to Avalon for his sleep and a mention of Peter moving the court to another castle, to then a time skip focusing on Merlin, so I didn't really focus on Peter's or Susan's life.)
While I'm writing this I wondered if Merlin wouldn't want to have a child so to kickstart the dragonlords kind (although, unless Magic changes its rules, the child would never inherit the dragonlord powers, since Merlin doesn't die). It never occurred to me before. I'm not sure he'd feel like having children, if he already knew that he would be immortal and he would then be forced to see his children grow old and frail and then die. But who knows. He could have one or more with Mithian, especially once Arthur is gone to Avalon. In case, Edward Pensive is there for the picking. Also Lucy.
About the AU When Lancelot is sent sent back to the world of the livings after he sacrificed himself to close the Veil, Gwen realizes that, between the two boys she loves, a relationship with a knight of humble origins has better chances than the one with a king that comes with a throne and a heavy kingdom, and so she picks Lancelot over Arthur. Arthur, who has given his blessing to the couple, doesn't find the time nor interest to find himself a wife and he's still a golden bachelor by the time Camlann happens. Merlin manages to save him and they eventually acknowledge their feelings. The Court backs Arthur's wish to marry a male servant on the premise that Arthur will pick a woman to give the kingdom a heir. And here comes Mithian, who might be more interested in women, so Camelot and Nemeth can make an agreement that will make both households happy. Since Mithian is wonderful, and fondness between her and the Royal Couple of Camelot grows, she's eventually given the title of Queen of Camelot, third in line after the King and the Prince Consort. Arthur and Mithian will have two children, the first born a male who will inherit Camelot and the second a daughter that will inherit Nemeth.
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Tec stuffs (aka Behind The Manip) Both a challenge and a nightmare. The original picture is four people. I needed five. Now, onto the specific characters - in order of making. Mithian, who had to be moved to make space for Merlin, was surprisingly easy to make. I wished to delete the lions on the dress, and replace them with either the Pendragon dragon or the Nemeth bull, but it was too much even for me, so I gave up. Removing them altogether felt odd - the dress is black with little movement, and without the lions it felt just one blotch of black. Susan. I'm not satisfied. The actress picture was perfect in pose but it has something in colors/lights that makes it stand out and look a bit more fake. Whatever. Peter. It took me a while to find the picture that would fit the body. Initially I kept the original body's curly hair, for I didn't feel like William Moseley's hairstyle would acceptable in a Medieval setting. But then I changed my mind, and remade it. He might be a bit too stocky for my liking but the body is that and making him less bulkier is out of option. On the chest the costume featured a cross: I erased it to be replaced it with the Pendragon dragon in the same style. Quite proud of how that turned out. Can't say the same for the sword. Yes, Arthur's son has a name sword which is coincidentally the sword of Peter Pensive. But the change was a given. Merlin was one challenge. I planned to use another body for his (the same king from Vikings but with another costume) but the picture just didn't work out. The one I chose... featured the man from the knees above. Which meant reconstruction for legs (which meant stealing the legs from Arthur's base - coincidentally it's always the same character!)... and the cloak. That was the true challenge! Also. I like how it turned out, but it just irks me that Colin doesn't look in the camera. But that picture was perfect and the result is fine. It did take me some tinkering to place the circlet but all in all I'm satisfied in how prince Merlin turned out. Bonus point for my headcanon marriage ring that didn't look good (the manip is too small for decent rings renderings), but I managed to add another from a jewelry maker that does rings in a style very similar to Ygraine's canon ring. Be sure to visit their Etsy and die. Ygraine's sigil, that replace the medallion the original body was wearing, is a given as well. Too bad we don't have a decent prop pic of it. Now. Arthur. Bloody Arthur. Tinkering with the original body to change colors from blue to red was funny. The rest NOT. Replacing the original sword with Excalibur, which was mandatory, gave a mild result. Ygraine's ring is there but, given the small size, isn't looking good enough. And those were the easy things! Because then it came the time to place bearded Bradley. Now. We do have few nice bearded Bradley pics, courtesy of the man himself, but they were mostly too small to work with in this manip - and/or in poses that wouldn't fit the body. You might say: there's Vikings: Valhalla. No, my friend. I downloaded ALL the screencaps available and very few worked, and - given the costume the character wears, there was never a inch of Bradley's bearded neck. In the end I worked with one of the pics Bradley released on Instagram. A pic with a black background in which bear and hair blended in. And an hard shadow on the right side of the face. A nightmare to cut, a nightmare to fix. And then the crown. The crown comes from The Hollow Crown. It looks similar but it isn't the same refurbished prop (different decorations, slightly different proportions of the fleur-de-lis). Years ago, when I saw the pics, I decided this would be older!Arthur's crown, for it's more regal with its fake gems and golden coating. There wasn't a pic with the proper perspective, so I had to tweak it a bit. It doesn't look awful, mind me, but I feel something's off with how it's placed on Bradley's head. I can't tell what, though - I used one of Arthur's coronation pics as reference while working, but still I can't fix what's wrong. In hindsight I wonder if I should've used a crowned Arthur pic with the original crown and be done with it. And then Aithusa. We literally have two pics of her, unless you want to work with night/dark screencaps. I knew where I wanted to have her, no idea how to. Still not happy. Does she looks fake? Yes. But at this time I just gave up. Whatever. (Besides, the other options didn't work. Her standing promo pic at Arthur's feet? Her fore legs are in a different perspective. Her standing promo pic on Arthur's shoulders? There was enough space, her head would be cut out from the picture and there was no way to extend the base pic by 50px, that specific background is a bitch to work with).
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Credits

1. + 18. Vikings, season 4 promo pictures. ( farfarawaysite.com/section/vikings/gallery4/gallery21/gallery.htm ) 2. Janet Montgomery from Salem, season 1 promo picture. ( farfarawaysite.com/section/salem/gallery1/gallery14/gallery.htm ) 3. Anna Popplewell from Reign, season 1 promo picture. ( farfarawaysite.com/section/reign/gallery1/gallery1/gallery.htm ) 4. Vikings, season 2 promo picture. ( farfarawaysite.com/section/vikings/gallery2/gallery1/gallery.htm ) 5. Colin Morgan from We Hunt Together. ( farfarawaysite.com/merlin/actors/colin/filmtv3/gallery.htm ) 6. The Hollow Crown, season 1 - Henry V. ( farfarawaysite.com/section/hollow/gallery1/gallery3/gallery.htm ) 7. Merlin, deleted scene - screencap. (Merlin's Keep at Far Far Away) 8. Spinner ring by artisanlook on Etsy. ( etsy.com/listing/462981991/spinner-ring-ruby-ring-silver-band ) 9. William Moseley from Bonnie Paul's 'It Was Love, Now It's War' Music Video photoshoot. ( justjared.com/photo-gallery/2650927/william-moseley-bonnie-paul-it-was-love-now-its-war-01 ) 10 + 11. The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian original prop (Peter’s sword and scabbard). ( uk.propstoreauction.com/view-auctions/catalog/id/78/lot/18159 ) 12. Merlin, original prop. (Merlin's Keep at Far Far Away) 13. Bradley James, photoshoot by Jose Palma (2021). ( instagram.com/p/CVvMc_AMC8m ) 14. Merlin, season 2 promo picture. (Merlin's Keep at Far Far Away) 15. The Hollow Crown, season 1 - Henry VI. ( farfarawaysite.com/section/hollow/gallery2/gallery2/gallery.htm ) 16. Bradley James from Vikings: Valhalla, 2x06 - screencap. ( kissthemgoodbye.net/PeriodDrama/index.php?cat=510 ) 17. Merlin, 4x11 - screencap. ( kissthemgoodbye.net/merlin/index.php ) 19 + 20. Merlin, creature picture. (Merlin's Keep at Far Far Away)
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PART THREE: SHIFTING TIDES
warning: character death.
the king stands unchallenged against the shifting sands of time. with an uptick of unprecedented requests, information pouring in under penalty of harsh punishment, and a secrecy the prythian courts have never known unfolding right where they cannot touch it — king kabir's power seems truly limitless. his growing demands leave the eight courts at a loss despite their joined efforts to be vigilant against him. distrust spreads against the capital, gaea under fire for not tending to their king appropriately, suspicions around every corner jarring alliances new and old. speculation has led to confirmation: the two mothers are somehow behind this. that the dark mother has chosen kabir to grant her darker magic to, and that this lure blurs his days and his mind from those who have his best interests at heart. but prythian and dusk were all of them deceived: for the powers about to be bestowed upon him were unlike anything ever seen before.
the magic ruptured. a sharp burst of light awakened the fae in the middle of the night. light which should not be, not in a place of duskian shadow and deep, grey places. it burst the skies through at their seams, the very stars plucked from their midnight blankets as though raining downwards towards the realm. the cosmos all gathered to bear witness to the depth of this magic, this sacrifice required: two forms emerged from the shimmering deluge of stars, one made of it, the other only encased in shadow and darkness. everyone watches, still and quiet, unable to move for fear of being seen. but as quickly as they appear — they vanish.
another light fills the air. this one blinds them. and upon its clearing?
dusk fades away into summer.
whilst the fae were still awake and distracted by the light, and the portal thus opening, the scent of the salt air, and the burst of summer flowers in bloom, and the harsh winds of a false storm blowing from the high seas — the king has become more, as he was promised. he has gained another form, a beast form. but this is no ordinary beast form as seen in the courts of spring. no, this is something much, much worse.
what was the cost of this form? how did the fae, at last, escape from the shadows of dusk and into the harsh light of summer? after ensuring the safety of those around, the summer court are startled and shocked to realise they are missing someone dear to them: poppy aelin, their scholar.
OOC INFORMATION
we have changed our setting from dusk to the summer court! the main has been updated to reflect this change!
per writer's request and permission, we are saying farewell to our beloved summer scholar, poppy, as written by melissa. this role will be reopened for future applicants, if anyone dares to take on what might be rumoured as a cursed position now.
king kabir has gained a beast form shaped like a dragon. he is no longer available for conversations and has retreated to an unknown location. it is confirmed that the shapes emerging from the skies are the two mothers; priestesses & seers are encouraged to be creative with this especially.
spies, hunters, and confidantes are released from their roles — or are they? their secrecy + actions taken might have consequences!
thanks to the previous efforts of the high lord of spring, it has been confirmed that animals ( non fae-shifted ) can get through the court barriers. it has also been uncovered that anybody can come into summer, but cannot leave it.
although it's not a hard requirement to drop all threads, we do ask any threads prior to this point are tagged as dusk flashbacks. we have majorly changed our location and we want to avoid confusion.
this is not the final part of this plot drop, there will be an epilogue posted later which will finalise this arc.
please feel free make use of our locations page for your thread settings!
and as usual, these things are also writer driven. please feel free as well to suggest anything you'd like to happen as we settle into summer.
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Party Dossier: Cinders
[How Aysel would describe:] [as of the ship battle/search for Halberd]
Brân
[they/them, ??? (changeling) beast-path barbarian/Archfey warlock]
A mysterious figure clad in shadow-colors, with incredible strength and power in battle. They’re touched by something unworldly. Their reflection doesn’t always match reality. They have no memory of their past. None of this excuses them being so Goddamn tall! Oddly nice for someone clearly being whispered to by dark forces, and I should know.
Gawain
[she/her, goblin artificer]
Little spitfire. Bit me on the ship over here, which I think was more a feral defense response than actual aggression. Missing two out of four limbs, don’t know why yet. She seems Cannith-aligned and I don’t have any patience for houses, but it’s fun to have someone sworn to me by blood oath… if that is what the friendship pin situation was about. And I believe we share a certain element of chaos in our souls.
Harth
[she/her, half-elf forge cleric]
A quiet little mouse of a house mage. Maybe an ex-house mage now? Priestess of Onatar, how boring, but fun to tease. Desperately afraid of getting into trouble. Afraid of lightning, too -- I think she felt the kiss of my God in that accident she talks about. Isn’t she tired of being nice? Doesn’t she just want to go apeshit? Or is she actually as boring as she acts?
Haze
[he/him, kalashtar monk, way of the ascendant dragon]
For a guy whose midriff is always out, he’s a total square. Every time I say something outlandish, he looks like I personally ruined his beauty sleep, which is obviously a reason to keep doing it. Used to live in a monastery but he’s not spiritual. Fights barehanded, and therefore not to be underestimated. Nice hair.
Ishtar
[she/her, minotaur inquisitive rogue/fighter]
Pretty minotaur. We share a similar ethos on earrings and dramatics. Seems kind of nerdy and know-it-all, but I get the impression the all she knows is from books. That said, she’s been shockingly competent thus far, and sometimes you need a nerd to figure out stupid wizard puzzle bullshit. Goddamn can she sprint.
#party dossiers#aysel cemre#cinders campaign#op#brân#gawain#harth#haze#ishtar#GUESS WHAT NIGHT IT IS FOLKS#IT'S BE A MEAN LESBIAN PIRATE NIGHT#sorry to my friends i love all your ocs#aysel is just kinda terrible
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Atlantian Cataclysm, the Dark Age
Approximately 50,000 years ago, the NAA began the genocidal agenda to eradicate Celtic Kings Grail DNA and Melchizedek Christ Teachings from Atlantis, with RH Negative tracking, spreading disinformation, and destroying the records of humanity’s star origin and historical artifacts. See Historical Timeline Trigger Events and Ascension Timeline Rebellion.
During the Atlantian Cataclysm cycle, after they conquered Solar Dragon Queen Merida and stole the 11D Emerald Founder Records that were entrusted in her Guardian protectorate, this was the last stand of the Solar Feminine Melchizedek’s that embodied the Blue Staff of Mu’a. The 11D Arthurian Grail lines are the Celtic-Druid Grail Bloodlines that reside within Ireland and Scotland, which has the highest percentage of people with naturally red hair. Thus, sadly the ongoing covert genocidal agendas to eradicate these lineages that hold the genetic records of the Celtic-Druid Grail Bloodlines have a long history of repeated campaigns known as the Celtic Massacres and Druid sacrifices.
The Dracs went to the Lemurian continent to finish off the genocidal massacres in Kauai some 22,000 years ago, in order to kill off all the remaining tribes of Solar Female Melchizedek’s that were also Mu’a staff holders. This was to prepare for a completely patriarchal society on Earth as run by the invaders which formed into the Atlantian Brotherhood of the Snake containing; Nibiruians, Thothian Leviathans and those connected to the Orion Group who later formed the Luciferian Covenant. This was the final genocide of the matriarchal society lineage of Solar Female Melchizedeks running civilizations on the Earth surface, that was aided by the Annunaki negotiations and agreements, and was the last stage of the Lemurian Holocaust and the end of the Atlantian Golden Age.
After the utter destruction during the Atlantian Cataclysm, the NAA brought in the Moon craft which generated the dreaded lunar female principle, enabling the Moon Chain parasitic infiltration with Sexual Misery programming and the rapidly growing satanic force infection that resulted over the next thousands of years. The insertion of the Lunar Matrix was accomplished in part through dragging in the Moon satellite, to be used as a base of operations and for transmitting lunar broadcasts for magnetic field manipulation and Mind Control programs on NAA’s Prison Planet. Over generations, this digressed the human female principle through merkaba magnetic spin damage, molecular compaction, and associated reproductive distortions as lunar forces filled up the breath channel, sacral energy center and womb.
Most women on the planet lost control over their conscious choice to have sex, their higher participation in when to reproduce and bear children, and thus became enslaved through the NAA’s assorted Genetic Modifications for Breeding Programs and Alien Hybridization agendas, with their violent rape and misogynistic mindset being instilled into the population. Patriarchal organized religions, spiritual leaders or shamans started to crop up with narratives that women were infiltrated with unclean spirits, menstruation and black holes existing inside their wombs, making them prone to demonic Possession and committing evil deeds. Thus, it was commonly thought that women were not to be trusted, were less than men, committed the original sin by disobeying God, and could not become enlightened or spiritually developed, thus they had to be owned and dominated by male brute strength. The Solar Feminine Melchizedeks who were commonly holding powerful roles supporting their community as legitimate Mother of Dragons and as the High Priestesses intermediating between the earthly kingdoms and Mother- Father God, were targeted for extermination.
Such are the many histories across the globe that ensued with the stories of female witch hunts and erupted hysterias of false accusations made of women supposedly doing the devils work, through which to effectively persecute and kill off the solar female with embodied sophianic wisdom, not unlike the misogynistic targeting that still persists even today.
This twisted NAA misogynistic narrative sourced in regard to this horrible history of lunar infection, of SRA human Blood Sacrifice and Moloch tanks that corrupted the planet, was indeed very damaging to the inner female principle existing within both the male and female biology. It is accurate to say in some cases, that the heavy distortions of human race Miasma and the lunar magnetic spin in the lower section of the female reproductive organs made sacral solarization and lunar Transfiguration of the breath channel much harder to achieve for women, unless they were holding Solar Feminine Melchizedek genetic records within their Lightbody.
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Genshin Impact Lore and Theories: Sangonomiya Kokomi
Spoiler-free overview: why Kokomi is so powerful (for example walks on water in burst), and why her constellation is a dragon
Mention of Neuvillette
Spoiler analysis under the cut
So the theory that Kokomi is the hydro dragon has been circulating for a while now, but with the release and confirmation of Neuvillette being the Dragon Sovereign of Water (Reborn) i wanted to research and revisit this theory and found some interesting things
First off: her constellation

Pretty self explanatory lol
Second: the Dragon Sovereigns
The only Dragon Sovereigns that we confirmed know of are Apep the Dendro Dragon and Neuvillette the Hydro Dragon. Dvalin and Azdaha being dragon sovereigns are theories that have not been officially confirmed in game yet. There’s also the Dragon King whom doesn’t seem to have an associated element, Nibelung


We do not know anything (even among theories that i know of) about the electro, pyro, or cryo dragon sovereigns
Also, the dragon corpse killed by Ei that is connected with Watatsumi island, Orobashi, is Not a dragon sovereign.


Orobashi is a dragon unrelated to the Seven Sovereigns, who became the dragon god of the people of Enkanomiya/Watatsumi
Fun fact, watatsumi coral was broken off from Orobashi (by orobashi) in order to create an island for its people to live on
Sangonomiya Kokomi
If she’s not the hydro dragon, is she even a dragon?
My theory is Yes, and you may have seen this coming but i think she is Orobashi reborn, or at least was born with its powers (descendant maybe?). Or perhaps a secret third option
As the Divine Priestess of Watatsumi, it would make sense that she would have a connection to the deceased dragon god her people worship.
Secret third option: Draw from its power, thus becoming a dragon by default (she has additional power within her that is yet to be unlocked, a ‘sleeping dragoness’ so to speak yet to be awoken)
#genshin impact#sangonomiya kokomi#i forgot about this#wrote it soon after the Neuvillette confirmation then forgot#sorry if it sounds halfbaked
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