#elam

[luki-m3]

Elam Drals, without his mask. Made with mechanical pencil and pen.

[thatshowthingstarted]

 Babylonian Map of the World, 8th or 7th Century B.C.

The Babylonian Map of the World (also Imago Mundi or Mappa mundi) is a Babylonian clay tablet with a schematic world map and two inscriptions written in the Akkadian language. It includes a brief and partially lost textual description.

The tablet describes the oldest known depiction of the known world. Ever since its discovery there has been controversy on its general interpretation and specific features. Another pictorial fragment, VAT 12772, presents a similar topography from roughly two millennia earlier.

The map is centered on the Euphrates, flowing from the north (top) to the south (bottom), with its mouth labelled "swamp" and "outflow". The city of Babylon is shown on the Euphrates, in the northern half of the map. Susa, the capital of Elam, is shown to the south, Urartu to the northeast, and Habban, the capital of the Kassites, is shown (incorrectly) to the northwest. Mesopotamia is surrounded by a circular "bitter river" or Ocean, and seven or eight foreign regions are depicted as triangular sections beyond the Ocean, perhaps imagined as mountains.

The tablet was excavated by Hormuzd Rassam at Sippar, Baghdad vilayet, some 60 km north of Babylon on the east bank of the Euphrates River. It was acquired by the British Museum in 1882 (BM 92687); the text was first translated in 1889. The tablet is usually thought to have originated in Borsippa. In 1995, a new section of the tablet was discovered, at the point of the upper-most triangle.

Clay, Height: 12.2 cm (4.8 in), Width: 8.2 cm (3.2 in)

Courtesy: British Museum

[archaeologs]

Founder of the world’s first empire, Sargon of Akkad upheld order and justice. Photograph by Dea Picture Library, De Agostini/Getty. Learn more / Daha fazlası Sargon https://www.archaeologs.com/w/sargon/

[xbuster]

The HEROIC LEGEND of ARSLAN (1991) — Elam

[storyofmychoices]

Geometric Elam (The Cursed Heart MC)

Dearest @lilyoffandoms, I know you're birthday isn't until tomorrow but I thought we could start celebrating a little early! You truly are such an incredible person and I'm so grateful to have you as a friend!

I hope you enjoy your Geometric Art of Elam! I couldn't decide which version of the flower crown I liked better so you get both! The left one has 417 shapes, the one on the right has 414.

[accidental-spice]

For the moodboard ask game what about one for Sapphira and Elam!!

Not gonna lie, I was hoping you'd send me one!!!

Thanks for the ask!!

[inthebamboogrove]

One day within four walls

This short story was written during the New Year holidays. It was an attempt to write something light, funny and everyday. It is incredibly stupid and I ask you not to take it seriously! I just wanted to fool around a little with my favorite characters!

His Highness's detachment is on the run again. Expelled from the Peshawar fortress, His Highness and his retinue once again find themselves a target for Hermes and the dark forces. This time, the young exiled parsian prince is forced to stop and live for a while… in an apartment. This short story is an answer to the question "what would have happened if this whole company had suddenly found itself in such a familiar environment for their readers and viewers - an ordinary apartment?"

This story is strange and delirious, like a dream. You don't need to think about how Arslan and the others ended up there, you don't need to think about what world this action takes place in. Here are only the familiar characters with their strengths and weaknesses and a room of three rooms. What will come of it? I'll try to tell you…

This is just a dream that no one has ever had. But maybe someone will? The work is an expanded version of my long-standing idea.

Arslan, as a prince, could have taken a separate room, but he refused and his friends did not dare to insist. After His Majesty Andragoras gave him an impossible task, he still felt something like loneliness and only close people could save him from it. The prince and his friends were treated unfairly and there was something wrong with what was happening, time after time they were thrown to the bottom of despair, then raised on the wings of hope, spinning in this crazy whirlwind. Maybe this is their fate? This squad least of all resembled the retinue of the heir to the throne. Motley, consisting of people who are not similar to each other, but who found their place with His Highness and each other. They were used to this and now, by someone's evil will, they were crowded into a strange little shelter.

It took him a lot of effort to get used to it.

Arslan shared a small room with Daryun and Elam.

-You will turn the house into chaos, and we still have to pay for it! - The guy, serious beyond his years, did not want to leave his master, as he knew him and his creation too well.

-Elam, I am an adult, I can clean up!

Narsus, have pity on Gieve and Jaswant, they still have to live with your paintings… -Daryun's voice was heard behind the wall and, as if in response, the ud howled plaintively and abruptly, followed by its owner.

-My pants! My only pants!

Gieve ran out into the corridor, his white pants decorated with a motley colorful ligature of a pattern, absorbed into the fabric by thick oil paint.

-Don't worry, Gieve, we'll wipe it off with solvent… - The strategist smiled guiltily, sincerely wanting to help, but not fully believing in this remedy.

-How can I show myself to Lady Farangis now? I have to walk all the way to Gilan like this…- The musician ran his fingers through his disheveled purple hair, shaking his head sadly. To appear in such an inappropriate form before her was beyond his strength.

-I’m so sorry, Gieve… I…

The three rooms were clearly cramped for His Highness's retinue, accustomed to the spaciousness of the Peshawar apartments or the freedom of a camp, where the ceiling was the starry sky and there were no walls at all…

These same concrete walls pressed them against each other, forcing them to collide with their characters, preferences and habits.

It was not easy for such different people to get along here…

5:40 – Narsus felt Inspiration. Who would have thought that it would overtake him right here, now? The strategist rolled over on his side, burying his face in the back of the sofa, on which he had been spending more than one night. A hard, tight, ugly thing. But it was precisely in such moments, when there was no beauty or hope around, that it appeared. Inspiration. Now it seemed to spread throughout the body, together with the blood, a spicy wine, sounding like a marvelous iridescent melody in the ears. Narsus missed it. He missed the interweaving of complex ornaments, the stone lace of the arches, the sky strewn with shimmering stardust. There were almost no stars here. The dark sky was crossed with wires. There was no beauty here. But it lived inside him.

No. This cannot be missed.

Narsus slowly rose, feeling a strange creak inside the hard surface on which he had been lying, pulled his hair into a ponytail with an hair band and carefully stepped over Jaswant, who was sleeping on the floor, his bare feet slapping on the linoleum, he crept into the darkness towards the canvas and paints.

He could not ignore this call. He would create even in the light of a small flashlight, hunched over on a stool behind the open door of the closet (so that the light would not disturb the others). For a moment, Narsus imagined Daryun's crooked grin , which would appear on his face if he caught him now. Ah, let him laugh! This man will never understand what art means!

5:50 - No, it is beyond his strength. It took a while for Gieve's unconscious consciousness to realize that the hunched creature with sparkling eyes in the dim light was their strategist. The musician decided that he did not want to spend the night in the same room where such "miracles" were happening.

Yesterday, the goddess of fortune clearly turned away from Gieve. The fact that Gieve touched the not-dried "masterpiece" and ruined his clothes even made him feel despondent. But Gieve would not be himself if he despaired for long. Wrapping a blanket around himself like a tunic, the musician knocked on the girls' room.

This bad luck may even give him a special charm in the eyes of Farangis. Women often feel sorry for men if something like this happens. Her heart will finally respond and she will feel sorry for him…

Unable to cope with the blanket, Gieve spread out on the floor in front of the door, which slammed shut after their short conversation.

-For what – oh…

The musician turned his head to the opposite door. At least Jaswant was lucky, he was sleeping.

5:51– Jaswant was not sleeping. He lay motionless, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

5:52– Elam, holding a large aluminum pot in his hands, steps over Gieve and heads to the kitchen. Arslan, yawning sleepily, follows him to help. He hasn’t been sleeping well lately.

Luck or no luck, art or no art, but breakfast needs to be cooked.

Elam liked the local kitchen. How many different devices made cooking something incredible. The countless number of plates and pots, cutlery, cutting boards, allowed him to create several dishes at once and so different!

Here Elam's talent was fully revealed.

Lately, little good had happened to them, and tasty food was the little that could please them. Elam seized this opportunity, thanks to such convenient devices, he created full breakfasts, lunches and dinners in a short time. His movements were fast and honed, like with a sword in training, his hands, without the help of his eyes, found what was where, and as a result, something incredible was obtained.

Elam liked it.

This was an ordinary day spent here. One day ended, another began…

2:00 – Jaswant couldn’t sleep. He knew they were just pictures, but he still felt uneasy lying on the floor, looking at this interweaving of shapes and spots. He was looking at them. They were looking at him.

Giving up on sleep, Arslan’s shinduran bodyguard crawled out from under the blanket, got up from the mattress and headed for the kitchen, stepping silently in the darkness.

Sleepless nights are conducive to reflection and recollection. Familiar images that he kept in his heart. The voice of the man he considered his father, those rare moments when they simply sat and talked. The warmth in lady Salima’s gaze. How long ago it all was…

Jaswant turned on the kettle, poured coffee into a mug and began to examine the shelves in search of the necessary particle, without which nothing would work. Where had Elam put it? Yes, here it is!

The coffee was completely wrong without curry and a few other spices. The orange curry powder made it spicy and warming. This coffee was soothing, like wrapping you in a woolen shawl. Remembering his loved ones and the homeland he had left, inhaling the tart aroma of this drink, he felt how the melancholy began to recede.

Yes, Jaswant often, especially in such moments of silence, felt nostalgia for the world in which he had lived before and in which there was no place for him. But did he regret his choice? No. Never. In fact, it was only after becoming a part of such a unique detachment of the parsian prince that the feeling akin to loneliness began to slowly disappear. It was so familiar that Jaswant did not notice it until the moment it disappeared completely.

He took a sip and his throat felt like a warm scarf was wrapped around it.

2:10 – Arslan opened his eyes and his half-awake mind slowly began to realize that he was surrounded by the quiet darkness of the night, where no deadly enemy shadows lurked in the black shadows. That the quiet, hate-filled laughter of the Silver Mask was only in his nightmare.

No, there was no point in trying to sleep any longer. Quietly, so as not to wake Daryun and Elam, he crawled out from under the blanket and walked quietly with bare feet to the kitchen. A narrow strip of light crossing the corridor indicated that someone was still awake.

That someone turned out to be Jaswant. Now, without a turban, in a T-shirt and knee-length shorts, with a mug of steaming drink in his hands, he looked like an ordinary man, and not a warrior as deadly as a panther.

Arslan smiled. The bodyguard, when on duty, was serious and focused, so it was rare to talk to him.

They talked, watching the melting snow slide down the glass. Raindrops grazed the stele and quietly knocked. The street, framed on both sides by high-rises and therefore resembling a gorge, disappeared into the fog. Snow and rain. How is this possible? It turned out that Jaswant could tell a lot about Shindura, not the way its current king, Rajendra, tried to show it. It was much more interesting to listen to such things.

Arslan felt that the image of Hermes was beginning to fade.

-What are you drinking?

-Coffee with spices, Your Highness. - Jaswant answered, taking a sip. - My master and I often drank it…

The shinduran man's voice trailed off, as if the memory had disturbed the pain that had subsided over time.

-That's interesting. - Arslan said, wanting to distract his comrade a little. - Will you make me one like that?

-Of course!

The shinduran man's turquoise eyes lit up with a lively light. Arslan was glad when his friends shared something dear to their hearts with him. And he had never tried shinduran coffee…

2:40 - Daryun woke up to find His Highness's bed empty. Of course! Arslan had been suffering from insomnia lately, and if not that, then disturbing dreams. Daryun was used to waking up in the middle of the night to find his young master either in the kitchen, or with a flashlight, reading a book. Doing anything but trying to sleep.

-Your Highness, this can't go on any longer, go to bed. - The Black Knight walked into the kitchen, his bare feet loudly stamping, and took the warm, steaming mug from Arslan's hands.

-If only it could work… - Arslan answered sadly.

Daryun and Jaswant exchanged sad glances.

-You go to bed too.

Shinduran nodded silently and left the room with Arslan.

No, something had to be done about this. His Highness's anxiety may be affecting his health. He's been taking on too much lately.

Daryun took a sip and nearly choked as the searing wave rushed down his throat and into his esophagus. Tears filled his eyes and his heart pounded in his temples.

How good that His Highness didn’t have time to take a sip!

3:00 – Azrael returned from hunting. Hearing familiar sounds, Jaswant, who had not fallen asleep, again trudged into the kitchen to open the window. On the other side of the glass, a familiar, blurry silhouette loomed. A large hawk, hunched over on a narrow windowsill, beat its wings against the glass. The span of these wings covered the entire opening of a tiny, by usual standards, window. The proud hunter did not like the bad weather at all. When they finally opened it for him, he fluttered onto the table, stepping with wet, cold paws.

He's back, that's good…

Jaswant turned off the light and went into the room, not noticing the gift in the form of a mouse, which fell to the floor and was quickly forgotten.

4:00 – Azrael sat alone in the darkness on the back of a wooden chair that served as a perch. The keen hearing of a bird of prey caught that the people were not going to get up. Ruffling his feathers and shifting from paw to paw, he began to whistle quietly. The hawk had no idea about time or what it meant to people. He simply felt it, felt when it was time to go hunting, when it was time to return, and when it was time to sleep. Gliding like a weightless shadow in the sky above the line of the parsian's army, he was accustomed to the fact that people began to stir early. There was something wrong with what was happening now. He should already be sitting on His Highness's shoulder!

Soon the whistling turned to a cackle, and then a squeal. Azrael spread his wings and flapped them with such force that he almost knocked over the chair on the back of which he was sitting. How could this be?! It's time for everyone to wake up!

4:01 - A feeling that was faster than reason made Daryun jump up. His heart was beating hard and slowly, its beats echoed loudly in his tense, ready to throw, body.

The life of a warrior and the constant expectation of danger honed this feeling to the limit. His consciousness, not fully awake, did not immediately understand what this noise was. Daryun exhaled, fully realizing that there was no danger, and he froze in the middle of the corridor, jumping out, as he was, in underpants and with a sword, ready to fight any opponent.

The Black Knight exhaled, pressing his forehead to the cold metal handle, and quietly chuckled. It's good that everyone was asleep and no one saw him.

All that was left was to calm the noisy bird. His Highness finally fell asleep. Daryun, who had been with him from the very beginning of the journey, knew better than anyone how hard it was for him to do this sometimes.

However, the Warrior-of-Warriors himself almost became the source of a noise that exceeded the bird's cackling. A bare foot, stepping on something soft and small, slid forward, crashing into an angular table leg. The darkness of the night exploded in colored sparks, pain rushed through the whole body, and the loud parsian curse, sometimes heard at the other end of the cavalry , was ready to break out, mercilessly clamped by strong palms.

With the light on, a long red stripe became visible, drawn by the mouse carcass Azrael had brought.

Glad that he was no longer alone, the mighty hawk began to move his paws on his perch, whistling.

There was only one thing left.

Now, looking at the rags, colorful bottles with exotic cleaning products and mops, Daryun regretted that he had not paid due attention to such a trifle as cleaning. His concern was battles, and the servants' concern was order. But not now.

Elam kept everything here in the strictest order. Which rag to wash the floor? Which mop to take? And should I take one at all? And the bucket? The dustpan? He didn't want to anger the wise boy who served Narsus Daryun. Just as he didn't want to wake anyone up. He could handle this nonsense himself! After all, he could handle his opponents on the battlefield?!

Having chosen everything that seemed suitable to him, under the watchful eye of the hawk's eyes, Daryun began to clean up the mess.

The warrior, who has no problem dealing with a whole squad, hunched over and trying not to pay attention to the desperately pulsating pain in his bruised fingers, is dragging a rag across the linoleum, cleaning up what remains of Azrael's unfortunate prey. Who would have thought… If Narsus caught him now… Let him laugh!

When all this was over, and the rag and bucket were returned to their place, a satisfied smile appeared on Daryun's tanned face. Something useful does not always have to be great… Now he can go to bed with a clear conscience…

4:40 - Jaswant, who had not fallen asleep, saw all this, but he preferred to remain silent and try to forget what he had seen.

Silence has finally come to this apartment

6:00 – A new day begins. Elam's grumbling indicated that the bucket was the wrong one, and the rag should be thrown out altogether.

6:01 – In her room, Farangis was combing her hair. Smooth and black, it had become even more manageable and smelled pleasant after the wonderful product here.

Alfreed, quietly humming something, applied a transparent balm to her lips in which tiny pink sparkles glittered. The girl was simply enchanted by such pleasant little things that this world was rich in. Perhaps she would take it with her.

It was not so bad here.

The night passed quietly and gave them a real rest, which they all needed for so long.

Soon they would set off again.

[bagdemagus]

Basalt pedestal depicting scenes of slain combatants being eaten by vultures, captives being led away and killed Neo-Elamite period, 7th-6th century BCE Susa, Iran

Musée du Louvre, Sb 5

[mercurialbadger]

So apparently elamite writing was linear and had cuneiform "kanji"

[vael-fire]

Durge play through might kill me but really enjoying these two being murderhusbands.

[hawamun]

an elamite horror is born

[innerchorus]

I know I said before that Nakamura’s manga version seems to follow novel canon pretty closely, but I take it back now that I’m looking in more detail at the section that Arakawa’s version has just covered!

Two children versus a man with a death wish 😧

Yes, that is Alfarid and Elam, inside Ecbatana after Hilmes has taken it and holding Sam at swordpoint

[asdaricus]

These are supposed to be Napir-Asu, Princess of Babylon and Queen of Elam. Unlike other give-away wives, Napir-Asu was the mother of the future King of Elam, so she had more status than other wives.

The first woman looks more Middle-Eastern to me than the other women, but she also looks like she was made out of clay and not in a figurative sense. Her costume also strikes me as ancient Near Eastern—not that I would actually know.

Queen Napir-Asu was an interesting woman and more interesting than Queen Hecuba. You can look up Napir-Asu and learn about her life online.

by Midjourney v5

[meridiageek]

Based on what I read in the new chapter via google translator. I liked the way it turned out. I would like to read the fully translated Guiscard rant. And Narsus words

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Judgment Against Surrounding Nations

1 About Ammon’s children, thus says Adonai: “Has Israel no sons? Has he no heir? Why then did Malcam dispossess Gad and his people settled in its towns? 2 Therefore behold, days are coming” —it is a declaration of Adonai— “when I will sound an alarm of war heard against Rabbah of Ammon! It will become a mound of ruins. Her villages will be burned with fire. Then Israel will dispossess those who dispossessed him.” it is a declaration of Adonai. 3 “Wail, Heshbon, for Ai is devastated! Cry, daughters of Rabbah! Wear sackcloth, lament, and run to and fro within the walls, for Malcam will go into captivity together with his priests and princes. 4 Why do you brag about valleys— your flowing valley, faithless daughter? Trusting in your treasures: ‘Who will come against me?’ 5 I am about to bring terror on you” —a declaration of my Lord Adonai-Tzva’ot— “from all those around you. Each of you will be banished headlong, with no one to gather the fugitives. 6 Yet afterward I will restore Ammon’s children from exile.” It is a declaration of Adonai.

7 About Edom, thus says Adonai-Tzva’ot: “Is there no longer wisdom in Teman? Is counsel lost to the prudent? Has their wisdom vanished? 8 Flee! Turn back! Stay low, inhabitants of Dedan, for I will bring Esau’s calamity on him at the time that I punish him. 9 If grape gatherers came to you, would they not leave gleanings? If thieves came at night, would they not destroy only enough for themselves? 10 But I will strip Esau bare. I will uncover his hiding places, so he will not be able to hide himself. His offspring has been destroyed with his kinsmen and neighbors. So he is nothing. 11 Leave your orphans—I will keep them alive, and let your widows trust in Me.” 12 For thus says Adonai: “Behold, if those who do not deserve to drink the cup must surely drink, can you go utterly unpunished? You will not go unpunished, for you shall surely drink! 13 For I have sworn by Myself” —it is a declaration of Adonai— “that Bozrah will become a horror, a disgrace, a waste and a curse. All its towns will be ruins forever.” 14 I heard a message from Adonai. An ambassador is sent to the nations: ‘Gather together, come against her, and rise up for war!’ 15 For see, I made you least among nations, despised among men. 16 Your terrorism has deceived you, so that your heart is arrogant. You who live in the clefts of the rock, who occupy the height of the hill. Though you make your nest as high as an eagle’s, I will bring you down from there.” It is a declaration of Adonai. 17 “Edom will become a desolation. Everyone passing by will be appalled and hiss at all its plagues. 18 Like the overthrow of Sodom, Gomorrah and their neighbors,” says Adonai, “no one will live there, nor any son of man dwell there. 19 Look, it is like a lion coming up from the thickets of the Jordan to a secure pasture— for abruptly I will make him run away from it. I appoint over it whomever I choose. For who is like Me? Who will summon me to court? What shepherd stands up to Me?” 20 Therefore hear the plan that Adonai has drawn up against Edom, and His strategies that He designed against the inhabitants of Teman. Surely the least of the flock will be dragged away, Surely He will make their pasture desolate because of them. 21 The earth will tremble at the noise of their downfall. The sound of their outcry will be heard at the Sea of Reeds. 22 Behold, he will mount up and swoop down like an eagle, and spread out his wings against Bozrah. The hearts of Edom’s warriors in that day will be like a woman’s heart in her pangs.

23 About Damascus: Hamath and Arpad are ashamed, for they heard bad news, They melt away; in the sea there is trouble that cannot be quiet. 24 Damascus has become feeble. She turns away to flee, panic grips her, anguish and pangs have seized her, like a woman in travail. 25 How is the city of praise deserted— the city of my joy? 26 Therefore her young men will fall in her squares— all the warriors will be silenced in that day. It is a declaration of Adonai-Tzva’ot. 27 “I will set fire to the wall of Damascus— it will devour Ben-hadad’s palaces.”

28 About Kedar and of the kingdoms of Hazor, which Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon struck. Thus says Adonai:

“Arise, go up against Kedar and devastate the children of the east. 29 They will take away their tents and their flocks. They will carry away their curtains, all their gear and their camels. They will cry out against them, ‘Terror on every side!’ 30 Flee! Scatter far! Stay low, inhabitants of Hazor!” It is a declaration of Adonai. “For King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon has taken counsel against you, and devised a plan against you. 31 Arise, go up against a nation at ease, dwelling securely,” says Adonai. “They have no gates or bars; they dwell alone. 32 Their camels will become plunder, their many cattle a spoil. I will scatter to all the winds those who shave the edges. I bring their calamity from every side.” It is a declaration of Adonai. 33 “Hazor will be a lair of jackals, a desolation forever— no one will abide there, nor any son of man dwell there.”

34 The word of Adonai that came to the prophet Jeremiah about Elam, at the beginning of the reign of King Zedekiah of Judah, saying, 35 thus says Adonai-Tzva’ot:

“Behold, I will break Elam’s bow— the source of their might. 36 I will bring upon Elam the four winds from the four quarters of heaven, and will scatter them to all those winds. There will be no nation where the dispersed of Elam will not go. 37 I will shatter Elam before their enemies and before those seeking their soul. I will bring calamity on them— My burning anger!” It is a declaration of Adonai, “I will send the sword after them until I have consumed them. 38 Then I will put My throne in Elam and destroy from it king and princes.” It is a declaration of Adonai. 39 “Yet it will be in the end of days, that I will restore Elam from exile.” It is a declaration of Adonai. — Jeremiah 49 | Tree of Life Version (TLV) Tree of Life (TLV) Translation of the Bible. Copyright © 2015 by The Messianic Jewish Family Bible Society. Cross References: Genesis 10:22; Genesis 22:16; Genesis 25:13; Genesis 25:30; Exodus 15:11; Leviticus 19:9; Numbers 1:24; Numbers 10:9; Deuteronomy 28:49; Deuteronomy 29:22; Joshua 7:2; Judges 18:7; 1 Kings 15:18; 2 Kings 14:7; 1 Chronicles 5:21; Psalm 46:9; Psalm 68:5; Isaiah 13:20; Isaiah 14:24; Isaiah 17:14; Isaiah 18:2; Isaiah 21:13; Jeremiah 6:19; Jeremaih 9:26; Jeremiah 11:22; Jeremiah 12:15; Jeremiah 16:16; Jeremiah 25:9; Jeremiah 33:9; Jeremiah 48:47; Jeremiah 50:46; Matthew 20:22; Matthew 24:8; Acts 9:2; Romans 9:29; 1 Timothy 6:17; Revelation 7:1

[accidental-spice]

Gabriel: We might as well get our coffins for one right now

Elam: All coffins are for one

Gabriel: What!?! I buried my gerbils wrong!