#genshin eleazar

[mania-sama]

rule #29 - throne room

Rule #29 - Throne Room - Fish in a Birdcage

➼ information ❧ Genshin Impact ❧ Pairings: Candace & Kaveh ❧ Tags: ruins collapse, whump, implied/referenced medical experimentation, blood and injury, broken bones ❧ Summary: Kaveh explores Dar al-Shife, the abandoned Eleazar hospital in the Sumeru desert, to gain a better understanding of the structural layout of hospitals in that climate. It doesn't end as well as he hoped. ❧ Word Count: 2,495 ❧ Cross-posted from Archive of Our Own ❧ Original post date: 13 October 2023

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As a diligent and thorough architect, Kaveh likes to cover all of his bases before starting on any project. If he wants to build a house, he examines dozens of different styles and draws out a hundred unique layouts. If he wants to erect a tower, he studies lighthouses and skyscrapers. These buildings may come in the form of contemporary or ancient architecture, and Kaveh investigates both with equal vigor and intellect. This way, he can combine the knowledge of all the architects before him and create a new masterpiece with every finished building.

It’s how he finds himself in the ruins of an old hospital in the Sumeru desert, located southeast of Aaru Village and completely abandoned. He’d been commissioned with an extremely generous base supply of mora to build a new hospital in the desert, and with the exploration restrictions lifted by the Akademiya, Kaveh pounced on the opportunity to survey one of the oldest hospitals in Sumeru history

A Matra guard trails behind Kaveh. She shifts uncomfortably as they stop at the entrance of the Dar al-Shifa, by all rights looking like she wants to be a thousand kilometers away from the hospital. Kaveh can’t help but take pity on her; in order to explore the ruins, a scholar must take a Matra member with them for their safety. The ruins are generally unstable and hostile creatures still lurk in the area, ready for their next victim.

Kaveh can protect himself, though. He has a Dendro Vision, a claymore, and years of exploring architecture under even worse structural conditions. So, he offers her the only mercy he can:

“You can wait here and guard the entrance,” he says. She looks at him hesitantly, biting her lip and tensing her shoulders in a speech about how she is required to stay by his side. He pushes on. “If anything happens, which I’m sure nothing will, I will scream for you. The hospital will have an echo, so you’ll hear me clearly. Besides, by standing at the entrance, you’re still doing your job. It’s the equivalent of guarding the outside of a room at night rather than standing directly by the scholar’s bed.”

The last addition manages to convince her, and her body sags with relief that Kaveh would find funny if anxiety wasn’t also curdling his stomach. It’s not the instability that worries him, he knows. It’s the hospital itself.

Dar al-Shifa emits an aura unlike any other abandoned building Kaveh has explored. Just from standing outside of it, unnatural chills make goosebumps rise up and down his arms and neck. The hospital has a driving wind of its own, like the current coming off of the sea at the port. It feels both horrifyingly alive and dead at the same time.

If Kaveh hadn’t been born Kaveh, he would’ve long turned away by now. Instead, he nods his head to the Matra guard in farewell and sets off to study the cold interior of the building. He was asked to build a hospital, and by the Archons he will do it with the Dar al-Shifa as the ancient structural base.

Ruins in particular benefit Kaveh in two ways. He can observe what the architects did right to make the structure look both beautiful and functional, as well as what they did wrong. Where were their calculations wrong? What caused one area to fall apart faster than the rest? What paint did they use to last hundreds upon thousands of years, and where did they find the resources to build their floors, ceilings, and beams?

All of these questions can be found within the hospital of Kaveh only looked. Unfortunately, the uppermost layer appears to be the worst off, with the ceilings falling away and the stucco floor and walls left to dry up and crack in the heat. The hospital is situated in a gloomy corner of the desert, sure, but the burning sun is as inescapable in the desert as water in the ocean. There isn’t much to note about this layer of the ruins other than the fact that Kaveh will need to use the reinforced stucco now more commonly used by modern architects to protect the buildings from cracking in the dry heat.

The stairs leading down to the second floor are as ominous as they can get. He swears he can hear a low whine in the breeze that sounds remarkably human, but it's gone the next second. Kaveh pushes aside his nerves and takes the steps one at a time, careful to not trip over any loose rocks that have been slowly pushed inside over the decades of abandonment.

The second floor is immediately cooler than the first one, though not much darker. Light filters in through the caved-in holes of the first floor, allowing the sun to reach far corners. Kaveh can find separate rooms now, and it's in the third room he explores that he finds the first bed. Maggot and bat-consumed holes dot the mattress. The sheets are brown, unrecognizable from the color they were originally. The frame is all but rotted away.

Kaveh leaves the room as quickly as he came. It’s a useless endeavor, he knows; there will be many more rooms to go, and they will all be necessary if he wants a full scope of what this architecture may have looked like in its prime, and why it's reduced to the flayed shell it is now.

Getting a hold of his nerves, Kaveh forces himself to work through the rest of the floor. Other than the occasional bed and table, there aren’t any artifacts to speak of. Even the insects seem to have left this layer behind. The real challenge, and subsequently more fruitful information, will be in the bottom third and fourth floors. Kaveh finishes his notes with a rising heartbeat, and he descends another set of stairs.

Dar al-Shifa seems to breathe on its own, sending a breeze through Kaveh’s hair even though he’s well below ground level at this point. He’s far from the sand and wind of the surface. It’s more unsettling than he thought it’d be. His hands tremble as he keeps a tight grip on his quiver, and he moves much slower than he had on the previous two floors.

It’s darker, he notes. The sun doesn’t reach this far anymore, and what little makes it through only settles by the stairs. He infuses his Dendro energy with Mehrak and lights the way. For once he’s thankful it cannot experience emotions like humans can. Kaveh wouldn’t want it to feel fear or the creeping dread that a zombified patient would come from the walls to eat him alive.

He jumps at the slightest of sounds, even though he knows logically that zombified patients are not real, and the only known “zombie” in the world is a little girl who can barely remember her own name. There is nothing to be afraid of.

Still, his heart pounds rabbit-fast as he takes notes of the hallways and rooms. His previous assumption about the bottom two layers was correct; fewer people have been brave enough to explore the ruins at this depth, so more artifacts are still present. He finds vials of soured liquids, shattered bottles and vases, medical machinery, and operating tables with the faint impression of dried blood.

Of course, he also finds the carvings on the walls and the notes left behind. He tries to focus on the preservative qualities of the stucco rather than the words themselves, but it’s impossible. He reads their pleas for help, the tick marks of the days going by, the vain scratch marks from insanity, and he feels sick. The faded ink on the papers is almost worse as they detail the “treatments” the Eleazar patients endured. They list names lost to history, long since buried in their righteous graves. At least, he hopes they’ve been buried. It’s the respect they deserve after their years of pain and suffering.

Kaveh manages to push on to the last floor of the hospital. The anxiety gnawing at his skin grows, and he’s nearly overcome with trembles when he reaches the bottom of the stairs. He doesn’t make it two steps in before he hears a tell-tale groan and the crack of stucco breaking apart.

He doesn’t have enough time to escape the falling ceiling. The little distance he makes protects his upper body from the main crash, but his legs still are caught by the debris. He falls onto the floor face-first. The air is knocked completely out of his chest, searing hot pain explodes through his body, and he screams. A hunk of hard, rotting wood lands directly in the small of his back, thwarting the desperate attempt he was making at crawling out from under the stucco, metal, and beams of wood.

His bones must have broken, for every time he so much as twitches, he cries. He can’t take in more than shallow breaths, both from the wood crushing his back and the sobs constricting his lungs. His heart pounds out of fear a piece of broken sternum will pierce the beating organ. His legs are entirely unmoveable. Any attempt at tensing or shifting them sends stabbing pain all over his lower body.

“Sir Kaveh! Are you — Oh my gods! Are you okay?” His Matra guard exclaims in horror. She got to his side in an instant and heaved the wood off of his back. It alleviated only some of his breathing restrictions; his chest is definitely broken, and he can’t quite push himself up with his arms without them immediately failing. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you! This is all my fault! I’m so sorry!”

Kaveh can’t respond to her even as she apologizes over and over for something he urged her to do. She didn’t make the ceiling fall, either. If anything, it was Kaveh walking on it after so many months or years of being undisturbed that caused it to collapse. He knew this going in — he should’ve been better prepared to make a mad dash.

His gasps come in fast and hard, every breath harder than the last. She clears the smaller pieces of debris on his arms and head, but the larger chunks crushing his legs remain stuck in place. Her efforts to move them only made it hurt worse, if that’s even possible. Every time they moved in an inch, electric shocks spasmed his body.

“I need to get help! It’s too heavy and I — I can’t do it on my own. I’ll be right back!” The guard tells him, kneeling to the ground and grabbing his face with her dirty, blood-stained hands. His blood. “Stay alive,” she demands. Then she runs up the stairs quickly as a hare.

He does everything he can to not let her down. He slows his breathing the best he can, and he tries to pinpoint the exact points at which the most weight is bearing down. It only lasts for a while. Most of his time is spent in a pain-induced delirium, thinking about the mistakes he made and the people he left behind.

He imagines Cyno telling a God-awful joke that nobody laughs at, but Kaveh still manages to find humor while underneath the rubble of the ceiling. Faruzan tells him about the various ways to get out of the predicament he’s in, though they all require more energy than he has. Then Tighnari sits down next to him, reminding him to stay awake and breathe.

It feels suspiciously like Death is keeping him company, with the way the hospital’s breath settles over his broken body like a cold hand. His vision swarms, and the same Death that took away the Eleazar patients kindly numbs his broken bones. Head buzzing with overwhelming exhaustion, he lays his head on the ground and stares listlessly at the debris and dust lying in heaps in front of him.

Then Alhaitham pinches his cheeks hard enough to leave bruises. “Do you really think you’re going to die here?”

Kaveh wakes to Hydro overtaking his senses, stuffing his nostrils, and bringing pain back into his body. He gasps, his broken sternum stabbing into his lungs, and his vision sharpens in on golden sandals. The weight on his legs releases with several groans of effort, and he can’t hold back his cries as an entirely new ache settles in his bones.

“I thought I almost lost you,” Candace says, her sweet smile showing through her voice alone. “Thank you for holding out until I could get here.”

Death’s cold embrace is replaced with Candace’s warm hands pulling him clear of the rubble. Hydro flows consistently from her Vision, closing the bleeding wounds from the sharp edges of the debris and binding, to some degree, his broken bones and torn ligaments. That doesn’t mean the process of moving him doesn’t hurt like he’s the sacrifice to a particularly violent deity, but the pain at least reminds him he’s alive.

Candace and the doctors she brought with her set up a temporary camp outside of the hospital grounds while still remaining in the general area. It’s too risky to carry him too far until they have the proper equipment, like a rolling stretcher and splints. She holds his hand when he can, letting him soak up her Hydro energy like a cat does the sun. It’s not a fix-all solution; her healing powers are limited in comparison to the strength she produces.

She was likely the one doing most of the debris removal, too. Kaveh wonders how he was able to make allies with the strongest person in the nation, someone who would come to him in his hour of need without a single complaint on her lips.

“Thank you,” he says when he’s lying down. His chest still aches with every inhale, and his breaths are still too short in comparison to normal breathing, but he needs to say this. He needs to express his gratitude for her saving his life.

Her heterochromatic eyes fix on him, and there is nothing less than comforting warmth in her gaze. “I was only helping a friend. Please, rest. I’m sure you’re in a lot of pain.”

“Whatever I can do,” he wheezes, “to repay this debt. Tell me.”

She smiles at him and crosses her legs on the chair situated at his makeshift bedside. Her hands rest in her lap. “I want you to recover and build our hospital. That is the debt you owe me.”

Kaveh closes his eyes and lets blissful peace wrap over his aching and broken body. It is not Death that keeps him quiet this time. It is the promise of a debt to be paid, a hospital to be built, and friends to heal for. It is Candace’s prevention of Dar al-Shifa’s final attempt to claim one last victim that puts his mind at ease.

[prettybbychim]

analysis: is haddo afflicted with eleazar?

spoilers discussed and mentioned:

secret summer paradise event

veluriyam mirage and it's NPCs

sumeru archon quest

eleazar

duel! the summoners' summit! event

nahida's story quest

haddo is a hydro eidolon - a physical manifestation of the real haddo who visited the mirage in the past. we do not know how long ago he and his brothers visited. this means we cannot rule out eleazar based on timeline. if he visited prior to the deletion of forbidden knowledge, then he could possibly have eleazar. if he visited after, then it is impossible for him to have eleazar, as it was completely cured and no longer an issue for current and future residents of sumeru.

i don’t recall any mention of what haddo had besides being the “sickly brother.” he exhibited only fatigue and frequent coughing to us. i cannot find any information regarding that online.

with that said, this post will continue under the assumption that there was no mention of what ails him

eleazar’s main symptom is hardened scales covering the skin, which causes nerve damage, stiffness and numbness, as well as clumsiness and fatigue as a result. it will slowly overtake the entire body until the afflicted becomes paralyzed. they may become comatose. there was no cure that humans could provide, only treatments to ease suffering.

though eleazar affects the whole body, character models in-game only showed bandages on the hands and/or forearms.

dunyarzad prior to being cured. the bandages are gone after eleazar is erased.

gulab (left), one of the creators of genius invokation TCG.

emira (right), featured in nahida’s story quest

on the other hand, there are those with no visible bandages.

kumar, an NPC found in vimara village. it seems he has a band of scales around his wrist but he does not have it covered.

collei, a playable character, who really needs no introduction. however, her clothing does cover her hands and forearms, where eleazar presents on the NPC character models.

now we look back at haddo.

haddo has no visible bandages.

just like collei, his sleeves cover the area in question. his hands are bare, but as we’ve seen with kumar and emira, it doesn’t have to show on the hands, it could present on the forearms only.

it’s impossible to compare his physical features to his brother’s, ferdinand and jeroney, as they too wear the standard adventurers’ guild uniform.

it was never mentioned where the three brothers were born, if they were residents of sumeru. eleazar is unique only to sumeru, as it’s a manifestation of the withering on the body.

could it affect anyone living in sumeru, including those not native born?

in conclusion, there is not enough evidence to suggest haddo had eleazar. if he arrived in the mirage prior to the cleansing of irminsul, he could be hiding the affected areas under his uniform. at this point however, it is inconclusive.

[cosmichawk]

past and present

[boilingrain]

I like taking photos in various places all across Teyvat, but I can't help but feel like exploring the Eleazar hospital with Collei was kind of mean of me to do

[squidballsinc]

What if [your sumeru fave] had eleazar

what if nahida had eleazar. as a reflection of corruption in irminsul bc she's an offspring of irminsul (literally)

what if dehya and candace had eleazar and were still very clearly trying to do their best to protect sumeru even with racism & literal chronic illness against them

what if dehya hid her disease from her lesbain lady love bc she developed it later in life and knew her gf, who's further along, would immediately prioritize her health over her own

what if cyno had eleazar and the akademyia knew

waht if tighnari had eleazar and thats why he knows so much about treating collei and has been fighting twice as hard for both their lives

what if nilou had eleazar and used dancing as a form of escapism bc she, too, received special sympathy from kusunali for bearing the burdens of the sin she didn't commit

what if dori had eleazar and it fueled her lust or power/mora to create a legacy

what if alhaitham had eleazar but never revealed it to anyone bc he saw it as a waste of time to get close to anyone bc he'd be "leaving soon" anyways

what if sethos grew up knowing his life was on a timer just from the legacy he was born into that required them to live breathe and nearly become forbidden knowledge

what if faruzan had eleazar and was just like. mcstruggling in that temple for thousands of years in sufferage and confusion and fear until the day one day it just * poof *

what if layla had eleazar but refused to like internalized it and so other layla is the only one who acknowledges the fact they're like dying because she's the part of layla who's embraced/accepted their fears and doesnt let them control her

what if wanderer gets eleazar in the process of the god creation program bc of all that sweet sweet forbidden knowledge juice being pumped into his veins

You Have Read The Kaveh Has Eleazar Fic

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

pocket-sized Foul Legacy except you’re fragile and sickly

you met the tiny Abyssal moth when you first moved into your house- at first you thought you had a mouse problem, but you immediately know that’s not the case when you see a small bundle of armor and glimmering fabric huddled in the corner. Childe takes to you very quickly, happily soaking up your kindness and keeping you company, which turns into a wonderful bond; there’s no one he’d rather spend time with than you, even if that time is perching on your shoulder and reading the documents you write for work.

but over time he begins to notice how frail you are, how often you fall ill and are confined to your bed, the countless days you have to send a letter to your place of work apologizing for not being able to attend. yet even on the days you’re burning with fever, too sick to walk, you still smile gently to a frantic Foul Legacy, petting his head with a finger to reassure him that you’ll be alright.

sometimes a man with long brown hair drops by to take care of you- Childe’s heard you call him “Zhongli”- and Foul Legacy watches from the shadows as Zhongli makes you tea and brings you medicine. the moment he leaves, Childe attempts to mimic his actions, fluttering around the house to fetch small snacks and any pills you might need- he peeps worriedly when the food goes uneaten, nudging your hand towards it. you must eat something, you’ll wither away if you don’t!

sometimes you’re awake enough to hold him in your hands, grip weak as he leans against your warm skin, too warm for a human mortal. he hates how useless he is, how he can’t do anything as you suffer time and time again, reminding him of just how quick and fleeting human lives are. you simply smile, tired but still with so much love to give, and scritch under his chin with a finger, lulling him to sleep so he doesn’t hear the sharp, jolting coughs you let out a few moments later.

[zarpasuave]

Collei going over to Mondstadt to do a botany masters (i know in canon she she wants to be a doctor so imagine these are Tighnari’s delusions for his pupil🤭)

[isnt-it-pretty]

Fingernails the Colour of Rust Chapter 5 (aka, Eleazar!Cyno)

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Rating: Teen & Up

Catagory: M/M

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Cyno/Tighnari, Cyno & Taj Radkani, Cyno & Kaveh, Cyno & The Matra

Characters: Cyno, Tighnari, Taj Radkani, Kaveh, Alhaitham, Dehya, Collei, Lisa

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Established Relationship, Chronic Illness, Terminal Illnesses, Sickfic, Major Illness, Near Death Experiences, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Worried Tighnari (Genshin Impact), Hurt Cyno (Genshin Impact), Worried Kaveh (Genshin Impact), Eleazar (Genshin Impact)

Summary:

It began with fatigue, with shaking hands and malaise that haunted his every step. Annoying, but not unmanageable– Cyno was raised in the desert, after all. He’d been through worse. So he fit a couple more hours of sleep into his already overfilled schedule and waited for the symptoms of whatever minor ailment he contracted to abate. They didn’t. - AU where Cyno has Eleazar

Read from chapter 1 here

It's here!!!!

[stormyrainyday]

ever since i saw the robot holding her i headcanon her with mobility issues. maybe not outright paraplegic but impaired mobility sandrone is everything to me

[honorary-fool]

realizing that in a Ride the Cyclone AU, Scara/Wanderer would be perfect as Jane (being changed to John Doe, most likely)

bro is literally a puppet / often drawn or headcanoned with doll/BJD-like limbs, so we know what head he'd be replaced with, if he didn't look exactly the same

[aroacenezhaanddainsleif]

apparently thinking about Collei at 3 am has become a ritual for me but regardless

"what if Baizhu and Pantalone were brothers" this, "what if Kaeya was related to Pierro" that. Hear me out:

what if Collei and Baizhu were related?

think about it: a boy in a poor and sick family, watching his younger sister get taken away to "cure" her illness yet never see her again and believes her dead

he also gains a similar fatal illness (runs in the family), just not Eleazar. dunno what happens to their parents, but Baizhu decides to study and sell medicine to make up for him and the sister he couldn't save. he gets a bit obsessed with money and rather amoral along the way, but it's all means to an end

but back in their home, his sister is alive, but neither of them have any way of knowing that.

[prettybbychim]

jiaoqiu is a prime target for a future whump piece 😌 they were even kind enough to provide us with a doctor’s report detailing his injuries and ailments, symptoms and recovery plan And what attitude he’s presenting to the docs (lingsha iirc) (his healing process is slower than they anticipated i’d bet he’s been sneaking chili peppers into his diet despite being advised otherwise)

[momett]

tbh when i finished the sumeru archon quest i thought it kinda bullshit that as soon as eleazar gets erased every patient who has it is suddenly back at an able bodied capacity despite living for years with a disability that has very real effects on the body.

anyways tighnari would bring it upon himself to help collei recover and basically become her PT until she's able to be independent again

[blerghie]

as much as i like dunyarzad i genuinely feel like collei should have been the one to have her role. we have a playable character with eleazar who feels useless because of her chronic illness AND has ptsd about one of the antagonists of the chapter who also confronted her master AND has a dendro vision that can be used as a plot point wrt lesser lord kusanali... but she barely had a role in the story??? come on now

[lilyandthegenshinbrainrot]

Hi bffs, today we're going to be talking about Enkanomiya's "Vishap people" and the curse of King Deshret's people, the birth of Eleazar bc I can't stop thinking about this possible/not likely correlation

Eleazar produces scales as a manifestation of divine punishment, for knowing "forbidden knowledge." It slowly paralyzes the patient and causes severe nerve damage.

Eleazar is positively related to a person's elemental "content", which I would gather means that people with eleazar has more elemental capacity/resistance or elemental synergy.

What does this have to do with the Vishap people? Well, I'd ask you to recall the Vassals of Watatsumi, and Tsumi the snake-masked shrine maiden from the Enkanomiya Event way back when in 2.4. Tsumi tells us that she was a reptile, a descendant of the Vishaps that had grown and evolved to further their advancement against humanity and Watatsumi. Vishaps are some of the oldest creatures in Teyvat, species wise. They are noteable for their ability and relation to elements, as they are biologically connected to specific elements. (Azhdaha, and the Dragon of Water legend of Watatsumi).

It's curious that there is a similar line between Eleazar producing scales and Vishap people, as Eleazar is divine *punishment* and Vishaps are the divinely *punished,* being that the Primordial One sent them away from the rest of the world.

a side note to relate this to irl include: the wiki calls Eleazar is a Jewish name, meaning "god has helped" /el'azár.

This is a curious decision by HYV given that Eleazar is, technically, proven to be mediated by "archon residue/ a god's remains" by the notorious Il Dottore

[vyibunni]

some of my recent genshin drawings ✨