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[chronosdawn]

Zhongli x GN!Reader, Soulmate AU Part 2

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He was waiting for you at the Stone Gate.

You hadn't known it was him at first, having taken to pointedly ignoring the sensations crawling up your arm from your soulmate mark once the phantom hand tugging you back to the harbor had turned clawed when you refused to listen to it. 

Of course you could hardly be blamed for overlooking a lone tall man standing just at the edge of the border, his back to you as he looked out over Mondstadt's grassy plains. There was nothing particularly remarkable about him at first glance, save perhaps for his height and fine clothes. The way he stood—perfectly still with his hands clasped behind his back—made him seem more like part of the landscape than a living thing. It was only when you got close to him, just barely out of arm's reach as you made to walk past and he turned to face you, amber eyes meeting yours, that you realized who he was.

Your legs refused to move as though they'd been turned to stone, torn between hurtling back the way you'd come—as though attempting to run from a god a second time might somehow prove more successful—and throwing yourself the last precious distance between you and the border, like the invisible line of it would somehow protect you from whatever was to come. 

Before you could commit to either however, your soulmate spoke.

"I apologize if the suddenness of our connection startled you, but it is very good to meet you at last." His voice was rich and smoother somehow than it had been during the rite, his expression one you could only describe as soft as he looked at you.

You'd thought gazing into the face of the dragon-qilin version of Rex Lapis was bad—somehow this was worse.

Words failed you as you stared at him. What were you even supposed to say? Your head felt like a hornets nest, thoughts flicking from excuses to questions to apologies until it turned into a garbled mess that made your temples throb. 

"I don't…" you stammered out before petering off. Your chest felt funny, like it was trying to cave in on itself.

Rex Lapis looked you over from head to toe and whatever he saw caused his lips to press together slightly. 

"You must be tired after the long journey here from the harbor. Come, you should rest for a moment." He moved to your side, a hand resting gently against the small of your back as he steered you away from the boundary of the nation of freedom and towards what appeared to be a modest tea stand nestled against the stone of one of the large cliffs making up the gate. You tried to protest, you really did, but your tongue felt like lead in your mouth, your skin prickling from how close you were to a literal god. Before you knew where you were, you'd been ushered to a table in the cornerーthe Archon only leaving your side to pull your chair out for you and then take the seat opposite. 

The elderly man running the stand came over and Rex Lapis ordered for the pair of you while you watched mutely, noting that he’d seated you in a corner, placing himself between you and any route of escape. Your hands shook faintly where they rested against the chipped wood of the table.

Silence descended as the old man left to brew your tea, interrupted only by the faint howl of the wind against the cliffs. You fought not to fidget in the face of such blatant awkwardness, turning your attention instead to the other patrons scattered nearby. The young woman closest to you was dressed in a signature Adventurer’s Guild uniform, likely on her way to a commission judging by the heavy backpack rammed with supplies at her feet. Sitting a little further away were a couple with obviously graying hair, twin soulmate marks visible on their joined hands as they quietly enjoyed the view. A lump formed in your throat at the sight.

“You hail from Snezhnaya.” Your gaze snapped back at the sound of Rex Lapis’s voice. It wasn’t a question, but the tone left the statement open-ended, an offering of idle conversation in place of the one you should be having but obviously weren’t ready for.

Nodding, you mustered your courage and said quietly, “I came to Liyue three months ago.”

“May I ask what brought you here? It’s rather a long way to travel.”

“My grandmother. She… She was from Liyue, she used to tell me stories about the harbor and the er— the Adepti growing up. After she passed, I decided I wanted to see it for myself.” You stammerred your way through your explanation, all too aware that it was only a half truth—the rest being the obviously Liyuean symbols swirled into the soulmate mark inked starkly upon your skin. 

“I am very sorry to hear of your loss," he said with a sincerity that put all the others you'd had this particular line of conversation with to shame. "Has it been all you expected, your time in Liyue?” 

"That's…" You trailed off, dropping your gaze to the table. How were you supposed to comment on a nation when the god who'd presided over it for thousands of years was sitting right across from you?

Obviously picking up on your inner turmoil, Rex Lapis spoke again, "There's no need to be anxious, I would not ask if I did not want to hear an honest answer. Though I have played a part in shaping Liyue into what it is today, it is but one of the seven nations and I would not expect it to appeal to all." 

Your drinks appeared just after he finished, providing a short but welcome reprieve as a warm cup was pressed into your hands. You inhaled deeply, the rich scent of expertly brewed green tea filling your nose as you did so. It was not until the old man had left that you gave your answer.

“It’s… prettier than I’d thought it would be. My grandmother always said the harbor was beautiful but it’s been another thing to see it in person.”

You glanced up quickly, meeting amber eyes through the faint trickle of steam rising from the cup in his hands. The Archon poised to take a sip, waiting for you to continue.

“Fitting in has been harder than I’d thought it would be. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, moving so far away from home, but I thought I’d done enough research that I’d be ready for it. I guess there’s nothing you can do to really prepare yourself for living somewhere completely new though.”

“Indeed, it’s true such adjustments can take time. Has it grown easier over the months you’ve been here at least?” 

Not really, you thought. You’d been hoping that something would click upon meeting your soulmate, that you’d feel like you’d finally found your place in the world. Instead you now felt like you wanted to be anywhere but the land of contracts and stone. 

It was that thought and the warmth seeping into your fingers that finally gave you the courage to stop dancing around the issue at hand. You shifted in your seat, straightening your back and lowering your shoulders so you looked at least a little more sure of yourself than you felt.

“Look, I think… I think there must have been some sort of mistake.”

Rex Lapis returned his cup to the table, the cor lapis gem on the back of his glove gleaming in the evening light.

“Mistake?”

“Yes, this—” you gestured between the two of you “—this can’t be right. I mean you’re a god and I’m just some human from a small village in Scheznaya—I don’t even have a vision. I don’t know that much about soulmate marks honestly,” you instinctively placed your hand over your left forearm, missing the way your conversation partner’s eyes zeroed in on the gesture, “but this has to be a false alarm or something.”

Rex Lapis’s expression remained neutral as he let out a deep exhale—it wasn’t quite a sigh but reminded you of the controlled breath someone might take before they had to explain something to a child. 

“Over the many years I have watched over Liyue, I have been witness to numerous soulmate connections. While the reason behind a pairing is not always immediately obvious, not once have I observed a soulmark responding to anyone but the person’s intended. It’s true that differences in personal status between soulmates can act as a source of friction, though that is usually between families rather than the individuals themselves, something that will not prove to be an issue in our case.” He paused to take a sip of his tea, his movements measured and steady, a stark contrast to your white-knuckled grip on your own cup.

You were painfully aware of the sun slipping lower in the sky, the cliffs slowly being stained amber in the fading late. You’d hoped to be safely in Mondstadt before nightfall.

“And though it is not common knowledge,” Rex Lapis continued, returning his cup to the table, “ours is not the first case of an archon having a human for a soulmate.” Though the words were perhaps meant to serve as some sort of reassurance, his voice held a somewhat wistful tone, as though lost in a memory from long ago..

“I just—” you sucked in a breath, the words ‘never wanted something like this’ caught in the back of your throat. It was true, of course, you didn’t want the pressure of being soulmates with Liyue’s exalted archon; of being the supposed other half of a being you likely would never be able to truly understand, let alone measure up to. It felt unfair, however, to throw that in his face. There were tales up north of various ways the story could play out when one soulmate rejected the other, none of which ended well. 

And it wasn’t as though he’d actually done anything to deserve your rejection either—you wanted to cast your connection aside because of what he was rather than anything he’d actually done. You weren’t sure you were really capable of that kind of cruelty, no matter how badly you might wish to vanish with the setting sun. 

“This wasn’t what I expected,” you said finally, after a long period of uncomfortable quiet.

“And that is not something anyone would fault you for.” If Rex Lapis was upset by your lack of enthusiasm for the bond that existed between you, he made no show of it. “I doubt many who were not intimately familiar with the gods would dare to even dream of the possibility. I hope however,” he continued, his gaze falling to the mark hidden away underneath your sleeve, “that with time it will become easier to accept.”

You swallowed uncomfortably. It wasn’t the words themselves that made something in your guts twist—if anything you should probably be grateful that a deity referred to in some stories as the Warrior God was granting you so much grace—but there was a certainty in his voice as he said them that didn’t sit well with you. 

Rex Lapis lifted his eyes from where your arms rested on the table, looking up at the slowly darkening sky. Taking a final sip of his tea he said, “It’s rather late for the return journey to the harbor, but there is an inn on the way that I believe we should be able to reach before nightfall.”

“I’m sorry, what do you mean we?” you asked in a small voice, casting a furtive glance towards the path to Mondstadt.

“Ah.” For the first time since you’d met the Archon, the slightest crack appeared in his composure, a minute shift in expression that you’d almost call bashful. The look was gone as quickly as it had appeared and you found yourself meeting the deep amber of his eyes.  “Please forgive my forwardness but I’m afraid it would be remiss of me to allow you to be exposed to the dangers that come with traveling alone at night, especially with… so few preparations.” A polite way of remarking on the fact you’d basically legged it with no supplies to your name.

“That’s…” You trail off, no good defense coming to mind as to why you should continue your journey alone with only the clothes on your back and scarcely a pocketful of mora. 

As if sensing your desperate fumble for an excuse to not go with him, he continued, “If your business in Mondstadt is urgent then I will escort you come morning, once you have had adequate rest. Otherwise, perhaps it may be best to return after you’ve had a chance to recover from the shock of recent events. It has been some time since I last had reason to visit but I would be more than happy to share the sights with you after ensuring matters will run smoothly in Liyue for the course of my absence.”

“I—” The sun was only half visible at the horizon now and as it sank further you felt your hopes of slipping away go with it. “I barely have any mora on me, I’m not sure I can afford a night at an inn.”

“That will not be an issue, I am more than willing and able to cover any of your expenses. Speaking of which,” Rex Lapis placed a large pile of mora on the table and you felt your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull at the amount—it had to be many, many times however much your tea had actually cost. You were suddenly struck with the utter stupidity of trying to use a lack of mora as an excuse to the very being who was responsible for creating it. That and the fact you were completely out of ideas on how to get out of this situation short of simply making a run for it—a tactic which had failed to provide much success thus far.

“If you are feeling up to it, we should begin our journey to the inn now before it gets much darker.” He stood and rounded the table, extending a gloved hand out to you. 

You were backed into a corner in every way that mattered, the stone of the cliffs at your back as unyielding as you suspected the god of this land was. With nowhere else left to go, you place your hand in his, the leather of his gloves cool against your skin as his fingers curl around your own. You could only hope you wouldn’t regret not trying to run when you had the chance.

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A/N: I have no excuses for how long this took me but here we finally are OTL. I make no promises as to whether or not there will be a part 3 but I am trying to get into the habit of writing more regularly again so I hope to at least start posting more stuff on this blog.

[murasaki-cha]

Cale: *commits calebab*

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[blackjackkent]

Ahhhh, I'm excited - time to meet Minthara properly! (And to figure out a reason not to let Rakha just finish the job of killing her. :P )

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"I WILL NOT BE SLANDERED!"

The words echo to the high rafters of Moonrise Towers' central chamber just as Rakha and her companions push in through the main doors.

The room itself is an extraordinary display of decayed opulence. A ragged carpet of faded velvet lines the pathway to the dais at the front, upon which is a sturdy stone throne. This central path is flanked by ornate columns and long, low benches that suggest this was once a gathering place - a meeting hall or church perhaps. All of it is draped in dust and cobwebs like a recently opened tomb.

No one is making use of the benches, though. The small crowd in the room is all clustered around the dais, where some sort of impromptu tribunal appears to be taking place.

A bearded half-elf in full plate armor is sitting on the throne. He looks almost bored; his head is leaned on one hand and he is lounged back with an attitude of utter disinterest. At his side stands a half-orc about Rakha's own height, whose eyes are narrowed in visible rage. Both of them are staring down at the prisoner under examination - a lithe, muscular elf in dark armor in a strange design of layered metal.

Rakha realizes with a sudden start that she knows all three of these people. She doesn't know how she knows the half-elf or the half-orc, but both faces ring like bells in her empty memory. And the drow...

Rakha blinks several times rapidly. I *killed* you. What are you doing here?

It is definitely Minthara, the drow commander from the goblin camp, a woman Rakha thought she killed weeks ago now. Yet here she stands, on trial before other Absolutists, fully intact. At first Rakha thinks she must be mistaken, that this must be some other drow with similar hair, similar armor...

...except that the commander is barefoot. Shadowheart is currently wearing the boots they took from Minthara's supposed corpse.

"General - you saw my reports!" Minthara cries urgently, spreading her hands towards the half-elf man in a gesture of supplication. "You know it's not my fault!"

General, Rakha thinks. Her skin prickles with sudden agitation, the arrested urge to dart forward and strike. Minthara called the man General; he is Ketheric Thorm, the leader of the Absolutists. The half-orc, then, must be the Disciple the guards spoke of - Z'Rell.

Her head aches with some half-realized vision. She knows both faces, both names, but why?

"The facts suggest otherwise," snaps Z'Rell, staring Minthara down like a predator eyeing prey. "You were ordered to retrieve the artifact. You failed to do so."

"If I had been given drow warriors instead of goblin trash--" Minthara begins. Whatever argument she was about to make is immediately drowned out by an explosion of noise - objections from the cluster of goblin prisoners standing nearby. Leftover dregs, survivors of the devastation Rakha and her companions wrought at the shattered temple, perhaps.

"ENOUGH!" Z'Rell thunders, her voice crashing through the room like a battering ram.

Narrator: A blast of mental energy washes over you, filling the room. Your tadpole squirms, urging you to obey.

Rakha doubles over with a groan of sudden pain. The impact of Z'Rell's mental force strikes her like a wave, grips her by the brain and twists. Obey, it commands, even though there is no order for her to follow. Kneel. She feels her legs buckle, and instinctively struggles against the power until it begins to ease.

"Let me make sure I understand this," Z'Rell sneers at Minthara icily. "You're claiming that General Thorm gave you the wrong soldiers?" She takes a step forward. On the throne, Thorm stirs, his eyes narrowing to slits.

"Yes--" Minthara starts to say, then realizes her mistake just as the word leaves her lips. "No!" she corrects herself hastily.

"You blame the Absolute's Chosen for your failure?" Z'Rell demands, taking another step forward.

"Of course it is not the General's fault!" Minthara is trying to maintain her composure, but her voice cracks with sudden fear.

Z'Rell is almost nose to nose with her now, staring her down with a strange sort of vicious hunger in her eyes. "WHOSE, then?" she snarls.

At Rakha's side, she hears Wyll give a low whistle under his breath. "Someone's in trouble..." he murmurs.

Rakha ignores him. Her eyes are fixed on Z'Rell, on that hungry smile touching the other half-orc's expression. It is unsettling, only adding to the inexplicable feeling of familiarity the Disciple's face engenders in her. It is an expression she could imagine on her own face, the moment before a kill.

As for Thorm... Rakha's interest in Minthara's fate pales beside her interest in Ketheric's - she wants him dead. By all accounts his is the hand that has driven every terrible thing that has happened to her. She wants his blood far more deeply than she wants Minthara's.

But not here. As when she faced down Jaheira at Last Light, she is deeply aware that pushing the fight here would result only in her own death. She needs to learn Thorm's weaknesses, and find him alone.

Almost by instinct, she pushes outward with her own mental force, reaching out to his mind. Can she learn something of him? Can he be manipulated, pushed into a corner to die by her hand?

[WISDOM] Try to force your will on Ketheric - push him to declare Minthara innocent.

Narrator: Your mind extends outward and grasps at... nothing. In Ketheric's place, you feel an absence. No psionic power. No tadpole at all.

Rakha's breath jolts in her throat, as if she has tried to take a downward step that wasn't there. Her eyes open wide and she stares at Ketheric with an entirely new feeling of puzzlement - and unexpected fear. Here in the heart of the Absolute cult, a person without a tadpole feels far more unsettling than someone with one.

Minthara is still trying to plead her case. "The goblins!" she insists. "They failed me. They failed us all!"

"You lyin' little--" one of the goblins yelps, but she's cut off by Z'Rell, still cold as ice.

"And what would you do to those that have failed you?" she asks coolly.

Rakha can see the trap being laid, the blood that will follow it, but Minthara, desperate for salvation, grasps at the question eagerly.

"They are to be put to death - obviously," she says firmly.

"True," Thorm says abruptly. He stirs again and leans forward - stiffly, as if with some inexpressible weariness. "Ultimate failure must earn ultimate punishment." He lifts one hand and waves it in a dismissing gesture. "Nightwarden Minthara - your crime is incompetence and your sentence is death."

"NO!" Minthara screams - the sound a little choked off as two guards grab her by the arms and drag her backwards.

Ketheric lounges backwards in his chair again. "Make her passing slow, Disciple Z'rell," he says, a slow, disinterested drawl. "Be creative."

Again, that hungry, gleeful eagerness flashes onto Z'rell's face. Her hand rests on a dagger at her side.

And Rakha - completely without her own volition, as if voicing a script established for her long ago, speaks up. "I could make it *much* more creative," she hears herself say, and her voice is low and cold and matches that gleeful smile on Z'rell's face. "As a torturer, I am unmatched."

Wyll shoots her a sharp look, his eyes narrowing; one of his hands closes on her arm. But she doesn't even need it. She's already clamped her mouth shut, baffled by the words, by how natural they felt.

She can see Z'rell's mouth draw into a tight line, infuriated by the interruption, but Thorm merely raises an eyebrow as if he has been presented with some curiosity by an eager child.

Narrator: As the General's attention shifts to you, a memory stirs. A memory of this room, and his voice raised in anger.

"I'm surprised to see you again, True Soul," the General says. His tone is clipped, exquisitely controlled, with a sliver of barely concealed threat beneath. "You are here to assist and not to meddle, I trust. I would remind you that while in my halls, you obey me - just as you would any other Chosen." His lip curls in a disdainful smile and he leans forward again, his eyes fixed on Rakha intently. "What say you about our Minthara? It is fitting that one mad dog should judge another."

Rakha's blood feels as if it has been flooded with ice. Her body goes still; her very breath stills in her chest.

She does know him. And he knows her, just as the guard at the gate did. She doesn't know why. She has been here before, in this room - before the Nautiloid took her, before she met Lae'zel or Wyll or any of her companions.

You are here to assist and not to meddle.

While in my halls, you obey me.

Somewhere in the past, she argued with this man. She disagreed with his decisions, disrespected his authority. He shouted in her face - that memory is clear, but utterly without context.

It is fitting that one mad dog should judge another.

It's an insult. It infuriates her. She wants, more than ever, more than anything, to rip out his throat and eat it in front of his body as it bleeds out. But as always, her need for answers trumps the hunger for blood.

"You know me?" she whispers. "You know of my madness?"

Thorm smiles unpleasantly. "Better than you know yourself, it seems," he says. "But we are here to speak of Minthara, not you."

Her tongue feels frozen in her mouth. This is too much to take in - she doesn't care about Minthara's fate. She wants Thorm dead for that mocking smirk and for the tadpole in her head.

"What do you intend to do with her?" she manages to ask.

Thorm shrugs. "She will die. Eventually." He jerks his head. "Take her below."

Rakha watches, her thoughts racing, as Minthara - screaming for mercy - is dragged out of a nearby door by two of the guards.

Thorm stands slowly from the throne, stretches a kink out of his shoulder, and squints at the pint-size collection of other prisoners waiting for his attention. "Kill the goblins too," he adds dismissively.

Noises of dismay erupt from the crowd of goblins, and one of them cracks into sheer panic.

"You creaking old bag of shit!" she bellows. Hurling her full weight at a nearby guard, she manages to get ahold of his axe and - with surprising dexterity for her size - hurls it with all her might at Ketheric's chest.

Thorm slams back into the throne. The axe lodges itself through his armor and into his chest with an eruption of blood; Rakha's head snaps back, her eyes dilating, the beast rising in her head with a wave of excitement.

And then... nothing. Silence. Her hunger fades. The blood is false - it is no red tide of fading life, but something much darker, almost black, a strange ichorous mess pooling around his boots.

His eyes open. He stands, and without pain or even much evident interest, he rips the axe from his own chest.

"I'm so sorry, my lord," Z'Rell is babbling. "She's an unbeliever, outside my control--"

Thorm ignores her. In three quick strides he moves to stand directly in front of the goblin and drops the axe onto the floor in front of her with a clang.

"Try again," he says coldly.

(A/N: Fuck Ketheric, obviously, but this is such a fucking boss power move.)

The goblin swallows, bright-eyed with blank fear, and leans over and picks up the axe. Rakha can almost see the thoughts churning in her head - in for a coin, in for a coffer - and then she swings the axe again, this time a clean blow directly into Ketheric's neck.

Again Rakha watches intently, eager for that burst of satisfaction that would come with seeing Ketheric bleed properly and die... but it doesn't come. Instead, he pulls the axe from his neck, and twists his head with an uncomfortable cracking sound until it settles back into its correct position.

And without a single word, he slams both gauntleted fists down onto the goblin's head, shattering her skull.

It's a poor meal compared to the feast that Thorm's own death would have been, but at least there is proper blood. The beast purrs eagerly in Rakha's head.

"Dispose of the rest as you see fit," Thorm says absently. He seems utterly unconcerned with the mix of blood and ichor that now stains his hands, his armor, his beard. "Or better yet..." His eyes flick back to Rakha, reading the expression on her face - the involuntary eager smirk that touched her lips seeing the goblin die. "Let us take advantage of our surprising guest, and their particular creative genius. I'm sure the results will send a clear message to the troops on the importance of discipline."

Z'Rell has gone very quiet and still as well. She is looking at Rakha with unmitigated dislike - but her respect for (or perhaps fear of) the General is greater. "Of course, my lord," she mutters. "Thank you."

She takes a step down off the dais, closing with Rakha. "You heard the General. The goblins are yours - deal with them however you wish."

The beast leaps eagerly at this offer. So many ways to kill, so many ways to make them bleed and bleed and bleed...

She squeezes her eyes shut, fighting it back, trying to think clearly. Too much has happened here. She needs to take time to understand...

Contain your excitement.

Z'Rell rolls her eyes at Rakha's silence. "Here, in the seat of the Absolute's power, your authority over them is complete. They will obey any command. Report to me upstairs when you're done."

She doesn't wait for a reply, but disappears out a door in the back of the room, leaving Rakha and her companions alone with the goblins.

"Here..." one of the goblins quavers nervously. "You ain't gonna do anything drastic, are yeh? We've been nothing but loyal!"

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"Rakha?" Wyll says softly. "Hey. Hey-- Rakha. Come back down."

He's seen her gaze starting to go wide and wild with the promise of violence and the chaos of the last few minutes, and he's relieved to see that his voice seems to ground her a little, to draw her back.

She turns sharply away from the prisoners, squeezes the heels of her hands against her eyes.

"Did you see it?" she mutters hoarsely. "He didn't bleed. He didn't die."

"Chk. We knew he would not, already," Lae'zel points out. "The greater question - how does he know you?"

Rakha shakes her head once sharply. "I don't know. I don't--" She draws a breath, lets it out slowly between her teeth. "I have seen him before. Him and the woman both. Clashed with them, I think. But I don't remember..."

A muscle works in her jaw as she slowly calms her own agitation. Wyll can see the effort it's taking her, and he smiles just a little in pride to see it. She would not have calmed herself like this, when they first met.

"And the drow," Rakha goes on after a short pause. "We killed her."

"It seems we didn't do a good enough job," Shadowheart says dryly. "Although Thorm seems likely to finish it for us." She raises one eyebrow. "She might be a useful ally. People tend to be rather more pliant, when the alternative is death."

Rakha grunts. "Perhaps..." she says. Her thoughts are clearly elsewhere. "And the goblins..."

She expects Wyll to tell her to release them; it isn't practical but it would be kind. To her surprise, though, his jaw sets and he shrugs. "Finish them, I suppose. That will get us in good here."

Lae'zel nods curt agreement. "Yes."

Rakha draws a slow, shuddering breath and turns back to the prisoners.

The beast is full of ideas, ways to use the tadpole's command to make them tear themselves apart. But Rakha ignores it. Flame bursts up in both palms, rising into an arc before her.

"I will do this with my own hands. It always feels better."

[vivifriend]

WIP Wednesday

Another week of working on things without posting. Though this time, I have the excuse of 3/4 of my household (including myself) being ill. But that does mean I have wip stuff. Was tagged by the lovely @thequeenofthewinter and @bostoniangirl21 <3

It's a bit late (almost midnight where I am, so I'll stave off tagging anyone else. But if someone sees this and wants to share a snippet, please do!!!)

A bit from later in the Vilkas chapter. After the group gets to Markarth. For context: Tril is the Captain of Markarth's Guard under Madanach.

They separated at the entrance, Tril pausing for a moment to watch them walk away then turning to look up at Vilkas. "Before we head to the Temple. Vilkas, what is wrong with that fledgling's dog?"

Ah, yes, he does smell off.

"What ever could you mean?" Lewin asked, a smirk playing about his mouth.

"He smells like death," Tril said flatly, frowning suspiciously at him. "You know why, don't you?"

"Seems Serana forgot to teach Erik an important component to their spell," he responded. "CuSith is a Death Hound. Serana taught Erik an illusion spell to disguise him so he wouldn't panic the city."

Tril lifted an eyebrow. "A fledgling has a Death Hound?"

"Long story," Vilkas said darkly, reaching a hand up toward his neck. "Let's get to the temple."

He frowned, nodding slightly. "Now the reason my children are at the temple instead of with Nai is because she had to travel to our home redoubt for a few days."

"A pity. You'll have to pass on my well wishes," Vilkas said.

"I will," he promised, pushing the door to the temple open, glancing at Lewin when he hesitated. "Men are welcome in the first few rooms," he said.

He nodded, stepping inside. "It's a notorious Temple," he said. "But the nuance is lost so far as High Rock."

"Papa!"

A metal door creaked open, the small whirlwind that was Sofie, charging across the floor to ram into Tril, Aventus following more slowly, turning curious looks on Vilkas and Lewin, Fjotra just behind him.

"Is mama home yet?" Sofie demanded, pulling away when she spotted Vilkas. "Companion Vilkas!"

Vilkas smiled, accepting her hug carefully, mindful of his armor. "You're looking well, Sofie."

"You're not as thin as the last time I saw you. You've been eating properly?"

He flushed, feeling the weight of Lewin's gaze on his back. "I have been. Thank you."

"I had hoped I'd get to meet both your soulmates," Fjotra said sadly. "But your other one can't handle heights, can they?" she asked.

"No," he said quietly. "They can't."

[choccy-zefirka]

10 lines meme!

I saw this tag game on my dash and I found it so fun that I decided to give it a try without waiting to be tagged!

10 first lines from my most recent AO3 fics!

Monsters Like Us: BG3, Ketheric Thorm/named redeemed Durge OC, 2,284 words, mostly angst with hints of villain redemption, ending with a first kiss. Her voice a thunderstorm, her moon-white anger adding more and more inches by the second to her height, her shoulders, and her bristling wingspan, Aylin insists, again and again, that he should be dead.

Remembrance of Skin: ME, Javik/Shepard (implied to be my Shepard OC, but not outright named so you can abstract yourself from that if you are so inclined), 435 words, little vignette centered around Prothean telepathy and Shepard's identity crisis. Underneath his touch, the Commander's body comes alive.

A Good Thing: DA, Gereon Alexius/Josephine Montilyet, 2,471 words, relationship progression from enemies, to cautious conversation partners with a shared interest in politics and disgust for local weather, to almost-friends, to ??????? question mark??? Clipboard in hand, expression focused and sharply businesslike, she enters the undercroft of Haven’s Chantry without warning.

Completed: Return to Zevlor: BG3, Zevlor/named Tav OC, 3,436 words, first smexytime overlaid with good old emotional constipation. It happens just as Zevlor dismisses his scout — the goblins are still out there, she says, in a thin, tired voice; more and more raiding parties fanning out into the wilds from the old temple that devoured Halsin.

Wrong Choices: BG3, Zevlor/named Tav OC (same as above), 3,206 words, character study for Tav mostly, plus dancing around feelings while tending wounds. The ram-horned girl stares, sweat swelling into glinting beads on her crimson skin �� with all that effort of trying to stand up, to use the mighty owlbear strength the old biddy's potion has given her.

Laulu Casts Disguise Self: BG3, Gale/named Tav OC, 1,907 words, pre-relationship, establishing some backstory for Tav that makes her and Gale more connected than they realize. The crowd has been growing restless.

Prayer of Healing: BG3, Zevlor/named Tav OC (a different one, would you believe it!), 2,446 words, lots of sad old Tiefling angst ending with Tav taking him along under protection from the Absolute. What remains of the cultists, has been cleaned up by now.

Nature: BG3, Zevlor/named Tav OC, 3,368 words, first time at the Tiefling party. Alfira's fingers dance across her lute strings, their soft glide punctuated by vigorous, gleeful pinches.

Eye to Eye: BG3, Zevlor/named Tav OC, 1,704 words, little heart-to-heart moment between a sad old Tiefling and an awkward Tav. "Once again," Niamh says. "I apologize."

Velvet Touch: DA, Chancellor Roderick/named Inquisitor OC, 3,101 words, a strained reunion/confrontation between the stuffy old Chancellor and the scandalous Herald of Andraste, who used to be his sweetheart decades ago, when he was still a lay brother at the Chantry; mostly Roderick writhing in the clutches of Fantasy Catholic Guilt and sexual repression. When Seeker Cassandra towered over him, a pillar of metal and muscle, the word "clerk" falling off her scowling lips like the worst insult on the Maker's earth, Roderick tried his utmost to stand his ground.

(I love how the first and last of these fics both start with the male POV character being yelled at by a powerful woman).

[dizzy-and-friends]

A lead brick, and a glass oven.

"She's dead, Leaf. Let it go. Stop this." Ten minutes after Umi pulled a gun on me, she finally held it at a low ready, just itching to take my leg out from under me. the conversation got really stale. She followed me onto this old balcony, watching the banquet through the tiled colours of stained glass and fake moonlight. Umi didn't have to chase me, I was here the whole time. This was my new grave-stone. 70 story tall Glass Bottle full of rich flats. If she shoots me here, at least I'll die before i hit the weird fake concrete. Her arguments were stale, and honestly, so were mine. We were both winded, tired, hungry. Thirsty... Her gun was met with my gun. My suit matched the white metallic finish, and all the dirt and blood from my hands. Quite a pair, Its a shame i never got this suit dry cleaned. I'd fill you in on the details, but... "She's alive, I saw her. If she died, you killed her. Don't bullshit me, Umi. We've been through too much. I saw her face, I kissed her on the fucking cheek before she got dragged out. My lips almost melted on her face, Umi, I know she was alive."

Umi grimaced at me, she hates this part of the talks. Every time she has to put me out, cool me off, its this whole missing girl case. It ate me up. It burned me. I was upside down about it. Umi probably orchestrated the whole thing to fix some bullshit between me and the girl's father. She obviously thought I was off my bullshit - but really I was just off my meds. I was going underground.

"You're a peace talker, Leaf. Always have been. You're not supposed to kick doors. You left that behind in the Eurocare death-squad. Leaf, please. Ira is gone. IRA. Is no more."

Umi had a way with words, she spoke in riddles. I didn't always understand them, because of this fucking language barrier. Her weapon stayed in I've gotten way better at it. I tend to learn how to speak local dialects faster when I'm deeper with the crowd. So I took my jacket off, maybe ease her mind a bit. I was only armed with the pistol and a dead-switch. Hooked to several metal pipes of her favorite colour. I was a walking cluster-mine, and at this height we were only a stone's throw away from the Glass wall between me and the Ocean of stars and red Sand on the other side of this stupid mars-dome thing. Umi didn't even look that surprised, so i guess she expected it.

I always hated colony life.

"Darling, I don't speak mandarin too well, you know that. But you're making this hard to believe." I paused to scratch my temple with the barrel of my pistol, finger floating just over the trigger. Umi stepped back, and had a little bit of a sweat in her tough girl poker face. Umi makes a great mom because of that poker face. Her kids can't ever get a read on her, and to be honest, I'm struggling with it too. At least now she had her gun pointed at me properly. I was a threat, suddenly. "I just can't understand your plot, here. You don't cut my brakes, ram my car, take my Glitter and throw it all in the fire. I invented fire. I put that fire out for you. Every night i sang that song, I danced those steps. Each Night I kept the fire down for you."

Umi was silent for a moment while i brought my gun back to face her, generally speaking. At this point she'd need a sixty hard head start to avoid the debris.. and this little patio was only big enough for a bed and a camera to point at it, so we didn't have much choice but to talk it out. "Then I'll Say it in french, dumbass."

Umi didn't like talking to me in my language, she always said it made her feel stupid. I She spoke okay, I could understand her just fine after all these years. "She is gone, Leaf. Stop the game. No more bombs, no more guns. You're bleeding me dry, and once I'm off the table you're going to start hearing choir bells and a burning piano. There are bigger issues at play here, and Andrea is good as dead, too. Close the book. Stop." When you work for these assholes, you really learn to speak one way, and talk another. There were a dozen ways I could interpret her weird stresses, and dumb accent. None of the obvious ones were new to me. I did not ask her for shit I already knew, though. I wanted to hear her admit that she tried to glass me and my date. I wanted to know where the girl was taken. The only reason her captors would still be alive is that she was too injured to fight back. "I know it hurts, but i respect your ability to really 'dumb it down' for me. Maybe they are dead. I know you can't let me go, not after all this. If i stop now, if I close this book... How do you plan on getting me out of it? Kill me? That's not very shrewd."

Umi would have rolled her eyes at me, if it weren't for the guns and explosives involved. She groaned and shifted her shoulders. Her stone like position on the balcony was a little more sloppy. I finally got her angry at me. "Pull your head out of your ass king, we are both dancing tonight because you have the trigger, and I need you to cool down before we all go through a hole in the glass. This is not you. You don't work like this. Innocent people die if you don't stop this" Umi was people-people. She enjoyed the old worlds idea that business on the streets doesn't mix drinks with the civilians. But unfortunately, this dome killed its last civilian. Admitedly, i was tired of the systema, and the drugs, and the turf war. We had to make dirty deals for fucking water pumps to get fixed some times. These people were idiots, and swimming around a sinking ship like rats in oily water. "INNOCENT isn't really what we like to do here on mars! S'long as syndicat is operational, as long as you have a job, every one in this god damn dome is dirty." I was a little pissed off, and the heat in my voice could have caused steam from the dew on my cheeks. I was crying when she found me, and haven't had good time to stop and finish that cry.. hard to choke that shit back for 20 minutes straight. Umi let me catch my breath, really let me cook on that ideal of innocent civilians for a moment - then she stuck her nose in my fucking business again.

"What about Valeriya? -- I was livid. Beside myself. I interupted her, and the conversation devolved from here. "What ABOUT IRA!" I screamed, hot spit flicking through my teeth and down my lips. I heaved each breath through my nose like a bottle rocket. Both hands folded around my gun to meet her eyes with the barrel. Slowly she breathed, and she let me cook off. She opened her mouth to speak again as I dropped a long sigh of grief. "Think, Leaf, -- What about The kids? I've been working for years to de-escelate" Umi used that saccharine tone to speak through my anger, but I was a hot iron in the ashes of a dead blacksmith. Just waiting to be put in the water, so i interrupted her repeatedly. "Fucking joke, Umi? don't fucking joke!" i was loud, Black-out mad, and still huffing my breath. Umi raised her voice to get over my emotional bagge. " DE-ESCALATE this shit, bring it off the streets. We work at the arcade now, you know that! You made that with me! Its working, Leaf, just slow down and think." She preached to me about this shit constantly. She felt like some kind of saintly mother-sister-thing. The proud body of nourishing justice just waiting to see the end of the violence to tell the people that it was her idea the whole time. Umi wanted to be the last boss standing at the end of the seven year war, when all hell breaks loose and corporate gets involved. "You're JUST playing the same shit, there is no progress here. We're not disarming the gang war. We are the gang wars. The entire club is just a gangwar. How many tables, bullet holes, how many wom-" Umi tried to interrupt me. It didn't go well. "Too many, too many, i know. I know. Just" "YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT, UMI. WHERE IS SHE?" I took four steps forward and put her gun over my heart, and exposed the wires under my dress shirt that lead to the heartbeat signal. The bomb was wired back to my life and her life was wired to my death. The commotion stirred my cuff-links enough to expose my watch - a digital reminder of the death trigger. She screamed at me, "LET HER GO! I ALREADY FIXED THIS THREE YEARS AGO. I TOLD YOU TO TAKE A VACATION." the saftey on her 45 dropped and her hand was cool, steady. She was ready to let her kids live if it meant raining glass all over the city below. I didn't buy her bluff, but i let her take the gun from my chest to my head. My hands were resting low now. "Bullshit... I muttered, and ripped the cables out of my arm. "leaf, no, no no." The whole harness of wires came with it. The signal flatlined, my smart watch said so at least. I looked at her beautiful eyes and used my singing voice. "Lets take a nice cold walk."

Nothing happened, of course. Not to us. Not immediately.

".. You were bluffing.." two miles away, the dome's rain system went off. The emergency sirens started blaring. It was loud, the sky shook. I took one of the pipes from my vest, and unscrewed the cap, to take a sip of the clean water inside. "No, I just always loved the rain. I like to think Ira enjoyed the rain, and shitty coffee, too. You capsule lovers always think i'm going after the glass. You worry so much about being sucked into space or getting stuck in the sand, that you never worry about the water." Umi looked up, but the falling rain burned her eyes a little. Unusual for martian simulations of rain. The thunder wasn't real either but i thought it was a nice touch. "There is no redemption here, Umi. It is all Pear Shaped now.. Coporate will be around to fix this shit soon. Go hug your kids."

Umi was rubbing the shit out of her eyes, and I gave her my old sunglasses from my coat pocket. My hat covered my eyes, so I picked that off the ground and put my coat back on. I handed her the entire dome on a silver tray. All she has to do is survive the fall. Once coprorate kick the doors in at the star-port, this whole mafia-mob-triad bullshit love game will wither in the sun. Theres no one on earth that would think a dome with dirty water could turn a profit. Umi shot me in the arm, and i was lucky she wasn't aiming for anything good. She took one of my water cans and walked off.

"You're welcome, and go to hell. You're an evil woman, Leaf.."

[starsandauras]

Prompt 20: Hamper

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 20: Hamper

Sammy dearly loved Llewellyn. He made Sammy feel safe, listened to, and above all else, always important and worthy. Worthy of everything Llewellyn could give him. It was something he had been sorely lacking over his life. To all accounts, their relationship was one of sunshine and fairy floss.

There was one… slight issue, however.

Llewellyn was a Very Tall Elezen, and while Sammy was a Very Tall Lalafell, that didn’t come anywhere close to making up for the several fulms height difference. Which meant laundry day was as much a trial as dealing with Alphinaud before he realized he was being an utter prat.

Sammy grumbled under his breath as he awkwardly carried the laundry basket outside to their back garden, where he’d set up the tub and the line. “Stupid Elezen, stupid robes…”

Llewellyn followed behind sedately, hands behind his back. “I’m more than happy to do laundry,” he murmured, smiling lightly as Sammy glared at him over his shoulder. “You could do dishes instead. I’m happy to trade.”

“I can do it,” Sammy grumbled, and Llewellyn shrugged and continued following behind.

“I know you can, but you don’t enjoy it.”

“No one enjoys laundry, Lyn.”

“William does.”

“William took Feo Ul’s comments about the state of our bags personally and now makes a point about washing clothes.” Sammy set the basket down next to the tub, clothes already sorted by Elezen size and Lalafell size.

“They did call his reputation into question,” Llewellyn pointed out, sitting nearby. He watched as Sammy pointedly started on his own clothes, a besotted smile crossing his face. “Will you at least let me wash my own clothes?”

Sammy frowned a moment, before sighing and shuffling over. Llewellyn grinned and moved closer, kissing Sammy’s temple as he took one of his robes. “Only because I love you.”

“I love you too, my ram hearted lamb.”

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Decree of Darius

1 Then Darius the king made a decree, and search was made in the house of the rolls, where the treasures were laid up in Babylon.

2 And there was found at Achmetha, in the palace that is in the province of the Medes, a roll, and therein was a record thus written:

3 In the first year of Cyrus the king the same Cyrus the king made a decree concerning the house of God at Jerusalem, Let the house be builded, the place where they offered sacrifices, and let the foundations thereof be strongly laid; the height thereof threescore cubits, and the breadth thereof threescore cubits;

4 With three rows of great stones, and a row of new timber: and let the expenses be given out of the king's house:

5 And also let the golden and silver vessels of the house of God, which Nebuchadnezzar took forth out of the temple which is at Jerusalem, and brought unto Babylon, be restored, and brought again unto the temple which is at Jerusalem, every one to his place, and place them in the house of God.

6 Now therefore, Tatnai, governor beyond the river, Shetharboznai, and your companions the Apharsachites, which are beyond the river, be ye far from thence:

7 Let the work of this house of God alone; let the governor of the Jews and the elders of the Jews build this house of God in his place.

8 Moreover I make a decree what ye shall do to the elders of these Jews for the building of this house of God: that of the king's goods, even of the tribute beyond the river, forthwith expenses be given unto these men, that they be not hindered.

9 And that which they have need of, both young bullocks, and rams, and lambs, for the burnt offerings of the God of heaven, wheat, salt, wine, and oil, according to the appointment of the priests which are at Jerusalem, let it be given them day by day without fail:

10 That they may offer sacrifices of sweet savours unto the God of heaven, and pray for the life of the king, and of his sons.

11 Also I have made a decree, that whosoever shall alter this word, let timber be pulled down from his house, and being set up, let him be hanged thereon; and let his house be made a dunghill for this.

12 And the God that hath caused his name to dwell there destroy all kings and people, that shall put to their hand to alter and to destroy this house of God which is at Jerusalem. I Darius have made a decree; let it be done with speed.

13 Then Tatnai, governor on this side the river, Shetharboznai, and their companions, according to that which Darius the king had sent, so they did speedily.

14 And the elders of the Jews builded, and they prospered through the prophesying of Haggai the prophet and Zechariah the son of Iddo. And they builded, and finished it, according to the commandment of the God of Israel, and according to the commandment of Cyrus, and Darius, and Artaxerxes king of Persia.

15 And this house was finished on the third day of the month Adar, which was in the sixth year of the reign of Darius the king.

16 And the children of Israel, the priests, and the Levites, and the rest of the children of the captivity, kept the dedication of this house of God with joy.

17 And offered at the dedication of this house of God an hundred bullocks, two hundred rams, four hundred lambs; and for a sin offering for all Israel, twelve he goats, according to the number of the tribes of Israel.

18 And they set the priests in their divisions, and the Levites in their courses, for the service of God, which is at Jerusalem; as it is written in the book of Moses.

19 And the children of the captivity kept the passover upon the fourteenth day of the first month.

20 For the priests and the Levites were purified together, all of them were pure, and killed the passover for all the children of the captivity, and for their brethren the priests, and for themselves.

21 And the children of Israel, which were come again out of captivity, and all such as had separated themselves unto them from the filthiness of the heathen of the land, to seek the Lord God of Israel, did eat,

22 And kept the feast of unleavened bread seven days with joy: for the Lord had made them joyful, and turned the heart of the king of Assyria unto them, to strengthen their hands in the work of the house of God, the God of Israel. — Ezra 6 | King James Version (KJV) The King James Version Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Exodus 12:6; Numbers 3:6; Deuteronomy 12:5; 1 Kings 6:36; 1 Kings 8:62-63; 2 Kings 10:27; 2 Chronicles 29:34; Ezra 1:1; Ezra 1:7; Ezra 4:9; Ezra 4:24; Ezra 5:3; Ezra 5:17; Ezra 7:14; Ezra 8:35; Ezra 9:1; Nehemiah 13:6; Daniel 5:13; 1 Timothy 2:1; Hebrews 10:7

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Elvis MOVIE CANON character 1 of 3

Basic Information

Name: Aricka Marie Roberts

DOB: April 31st 1935

Nicknames: Sissy, Rickie, blondie, angel, angel-eyes, darlin’, honey, beautiful, my girl, lil girl, babydoll

Birth place: an apartment in the Lauderdale courts in Memphis, Tennessee.

Physical Appearance

Eye color: hazel-blue mix

Hair color: blonde but later on she dyes it to a darker brown

Hair length: middle of her back length until 1960, when she got a pixie cut

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 150 lbs

Build: curvy

Notable features: bit of a boyish frame, very freckle-faced, wears glasses until the late 1950s when she got contacts for the first time, rosy cheeked, bright eyed, always has a hint of mischief in her smile.

Jewelry/accessories: not much of a accessory wearer until her and Elvis start dating, then she wears an EP necklace everywhere and one of his rings.

Dominant hand: left hand

Is she healthy: as healthy as the average person

Any allergies: seasonal allergies, pollen, pumpkin, certain laundry detergent gives her hives

Preferred hairstyle: until she gets it cut she always wore it curled and secured in a high ponytail.

Preferred style: she keeps with the trends as much as she’s able; and once she’s dating Elvis, he stops at nothing to make sure she’s got all the pretty clothes she ever wants.

Mannerisms

Speech style: conversational, she stutters a little when she’s excited, tends to repeat herself once in a while, tends to mumble when she’s nervous, talks loud and fast when she’s excited, gestures with her hands often, can be a tad dramatic, sometimes sing-songs words when she’s happy.

Quirks: if she snaps her fingers once, she does it at least two times for each hand, tends to look away/shy away from eye contact unless she trusts the person speaking to her, snorts if she’s laughing really hard, loves to snack during the day, if she cares about someone she provides their favorite snacks, shakes her leg/ankle when sitting for too long, constantly rolls her sleeves up or down depending on her body temperature, goes from walking slow to speed walking within a blink, shifts her weight constantly during conversations, absolutely cannot sit or stand still, craves physical touch like hand holding or leaning against someone.

Positive traits: she’s kind, considerate, loyal, empathetic, intelligent, thoughtful, resilient, optimistic, warm, friendly, honest, trustworthy, courageous, logical, wholesome, attentive, realistic, adventurous, curious, a bookworm, charming, polite, talented, forgiving, respectful, courteous, imaginative, easygoing, romantic

Negative traits: antisocial at times due to being an introvert, can be a bit childish at times, is somewhat disorganized, extremely impatient, insecure, stubborn, temperamental, vindictive only when it comes to her family and Elvis.

Background

Hometown: Memphis Tennessee

Social class: middle/working class family

Education: high school, but later on goes to study musical education

First memory; performing “this little light of mine,” at her church when she was 9.

Worst memory; when Elvis collapsed in the hallway before Aricka put her foot down and demanded he receive proper medical attention instead of being forced to do the show that night.

Best memory: swimming in the creek behind her house with her two best friends- Ram ( @letsgofoletsgo) and Elvis when she was 14. She fell off the rope swing and Elvis caught her. That was also when she fell head over heels for him.

Most important childhood event; meeting a 13 year old Elvis when her family went to meet him and his parents when they moved to her town.

Role Models: Greta Garbo, Katharine Hepburn, Judy Garland, Shirley Temple, Wonder Woman

Where does she live: she’s lived at Graceland with Elvis since she was 24.

Where does character want to live: somewhere warm and sunny all the time.

Family/friends

Mom and dad: Jennifer and Brian Roberts

Older twin brother: Sean Roberts

Younger sister: Charlotte Roberts

Best friend: Ramsey ( @letsgofoletsgo-!!)

Future love interest: Austin Butler!Elvis Presley

Future fankid: Desiree Jane Presley

Austin Roland Presley

Tags: Aricka x Elvis, light my morning sky with love; Aricka’s Elvis canon

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

[tailoroffates]

Find the word tag game

Thank you kindly @doublegoblin for the tag! Now its time to tag some fellow creatives! @winterandwords @emelkae @lexiklecksi. The words to find are BREAK, PATIENT, SORROW, and FAITH.

I'm new to this tag game so i'll do my best to play it properly. I'll be pulling the words from my WIP, book 1 of the Garden that Burned Series - Kindling.

Time

The titan form of Geodea stood at a staggering 160-foot height, towering over our armies. Her glistening skin was speckled with flecks of gold. She had eyes that glowed a bright white, obscured only by her yellow hair as it flowed wildly in the winds of war. Lucifer on the other hand looked to be at least 20 feet taller, and his complexion was as red as the blood that flowed through a mortal’s veins. Two types of rigid horns grew from his head, one was curled slightly and protruded from his forehead, and the other grew out from his temples and curled like that of a ram.  “I cannot let them do this!” I screamed, the depth of my tone shocking me slightly. I glanced around to get a better idea of what in Sons name was going on. It was as if time was in a slowed state as the two gods prepared to fire off blasts of concentrated Tari at one another. Waves of magical power collected at each of their hands, ready to be fired off in a massive display of power. It was like I was only a spectator in this event watching on from afar, and yet here I was... Right in the middle of it. Below me was hot sand and shrapnel from the surrounding battles still taking place all around me. What do I do? How do I make this stop? How can I save them? I thought to myself as the power in each gods hands had collected enough energy to manifest visibly. Trails of red fire and darkness fumed from Lucifer’s palms as in opposition, Geodeas hands began to glow with light.

Grass

Taking a few minutes to survey the field, it occurred to me that there was no grass. Only these short yellow tubes that grew at the same length, and though there was a gentle breeze grazing across the open space, the yellow tubes remained unmoving. The ground itself was a blackish-grey color with a lumpy texture, but as I kicked at it no dirt was disturbed. Near the lake sat a large rock which upon closer inspection appeared to be breathing. It was coated in fuzzy purple moss and sitting ten feet from me. A light mist sprayed from the lake itself, as it was the only area of the entire clearing that the ocean-like sky was raining into. I walked over to the lake, inching my way around the fuzzy rock while hoping that it wasn’t some sort of sleeping creature. Leaning forward hesitantly to peer into its waters, I was surprised to see nothing but the sky. What? The sky is a flawed mirror, but the lakes are made of sky? How did this realm get this way? I wondered as I tried to figure this place out. Everything that led off the edge and into the little lake was a steep and sudden drop into an open mid-day sky.

Witness

“Yes, I packed the moment we finished speaking.” I replied as I began to take my pack off my shoulder. “But what’s going on Father? Where are my witnesses? I need a minimum of three for my rite of passage to be legal, you know this.” I asked, glancing around to look for bystanders. The smile faded from his face and his tone grew shaky. A disturbing wave of concern suddenly washed over me and I found myself more than just a little nervous.   “I know Daniel… I don’t... We don’t have much time now, I’m sorry. I thought we would have more time. I had hoped for-.” He prattled on as I cut him off, the anxiety quickly burrowing into my chest like a drill.   “Okay, what is happening Father? Just tell me! Maybe I can help you.” I stated in desperation as he shook his head.   “Help me? Danny, it’s you that will be needing help…” He whispered in a solemn tone.

Verdict

He wasn’t moving and his eyes were closed, so I used my Geomancy to pull enough dirt from the edge of the pit to create a ramp out and I dragged us both up onto dry land.   “Aiyden? Aiyden, hey! Get up! You aren’t done yet, you haven’t rescued your lady. Come on…” I said, my voice shaking.   “Move.” I heard a familiar voice demand from behind me.   “So it really was you?” I asked in surprise as Freitza dropped to her knees at my side and placed her hands on his chest. I stared at her blankly as she began to perform chest compressions. She was butt-ass naked and covered in Aquean blood, especially around her hands and mouth. She continued on for a few moments before Aiyden choked out a bunch of water and sat up quickly. He then glanced around in a dazed fashion before his eyes set on Freitza.   “Woah… Beautiful, naked, and covered in the blood of my enemies. Am I dead? Is this heaven?” He asked as Freitzas cheeks began to glow a mild red. She stood up and clenched her fists tight, using her Pyromancy to superheat her external coal and burn off the blood that was coating her skin. I hated to admit it, but the smell was oddly appetizing. I took off my shirt and handed it to Freitza. I was just tall enough for it to drape down to her thighs. She slipped it on and nodded at me in thanks.   “No. There will be no heaven for me. I plan to go to Khoum when I die.” She said in amusement.   “Ohh. That’s good then because I’m a committed man. Beautiful as you may be, I hold my torch for another.” Aiyden replied as I looked over to where the Aquean that had tried to drown us was sprawled out on the ground, clawed to pieces. I then began to look around us at the aftermath of Freitzas fury. There was blood, scorch marks, and body parts everywhere. I lifted my hand to my mouth to try and stifle the gag as my body tried its best to vomit. After a difficult struggle, I choked it down and then turned to Freitza. “Freitza… I understand wanting to help us, but you killed all of these people… And a Lycan… How long have you been a Lycan?” I said in a solemn tone. She nodded to herself for a moment before responding.   “Your Father said this might be an issue. Look, Dan-man. I have one job and I’ve had one job since your father found me alone in the woods, to protect you. Despite your verdict, they needed to die. As for how long I’ve been a Lycan? Well, as long as I can remember."

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"In this particular small border town, the temple was a small one. Two priests and a priestess, and two novices. Enough to tend the needs of a small town and a small garrison… until the long winter came. Winter that struck early and hard, with blizzard after blizzard coming to pile snow against the walls, until it rose so high and froze so hard that an invader could walk up the slope and be halfway up the walls, three man heights up.

When the orc raiders came, the fight was bloody and terrible. And when the fighting was over, a priest and priestess tended the wounded within, and one, the strongest, climbed over the wall to tend the wounded among the orcs who lay in the snow. He tended them all through one night, and was still working when dawn came, sewing up wounds that should have killed, pushing spilled intestines back into place, replacing lost blood with sips of potion and infusions of magic.

“Why?” the orcs asked. “Why do you help us, when we are your enemies?”

“My goddess Hyrea is a healer, and no-one who needs healing is her enemy.” When he finished, he was too weary to climb over the wall again, and three of the orcs who had been healed by him lifted him over the wall. Then the surviving raiders left, with no more fighting.

But a week later, another raiding party came, and the fight was bloody and terrible. Again, the priest climbed over the wall, and spent all of the night healing the wounded, against the protests of the garrison commander. “They will come back in another week,” the commander said, disgusted, “and they will have more fighters because of you.”

“They will not come back,” the priest said. “The first raiders wore the sign of two crossed ram’s horns. These raiders wore the sign of a flying eagle, and they did not know me. They were not the same.”

Two weeks later, another raid came, and the fighting was even more bloody and terrible than the first two times. Again, the priest climbed over the wall, and spent all night healing the wounded. “If you go again,” the garrison commander had told him, “do not come back, for I will hang you from the walls as a traitor.”

So when dawn came, and he was exhausted, the priest went to the commander of this third group of raiders, who wore the sign of a flint arrowhead painted on his leather armour. “You are the third raiders to come to us,” he said, and he was so weary that he swayed where he stood. “The first raiders bore the sign of crossed ram’s horns, and the second a flying eagle, and now you are here. I have tended the wounded each time. I know that your warriors are thin and weak from lack of food, and if the warriors are hungry, your kinsfolk must be also. Take me to your village, and I will help you.”

The orc commander had no love for humans, but he was a just and honourable man. He had seen the healer tending the enemies of his people with compassion and kindness, and knew his magic to be strong. “I will take you,” he said. “But you cannot help us.”

In that he was wrong. Hyrea was a healer not only of flesh and bone, but of land and plants, and all her priests were gardeners. The priest had brought seeds with him, hidden inside his robes, and in the orc village he taught the people a new way of gardening. He brought tubs and barrels of earth into their long-houses, where they could be kept from freezing, and planted the seeds he had brought. With his magic, he sped their growth, and within days the people had fresh green leaves to eat, and mushrooms, and other good things. When the enchantments on the earth were strong enough, he went to the commander. “Take me to the people who wear the sign of the ram’s horns,” he said, “for they need me also.”

Under flags of truce, the priest travelled to every village in that region, enchanting earth and planting seeds that would grow quickly and nourish those who were hungry. One tribe had a cave where they grew their own mushrooms, until the cold had become too great, and there he laid spells of warmth, so they could grow again. There a young orc came to him, and said “I wish to become your apprentice, and learn this magic. Will your goddess accept one of our people?”

“If you wish to become a novice, I will accept you,” the priest said seriously. “Hyrea does not distinguish between orc and man, dwarf or elf, but heals all. But understand this – to serve Hyrea, you must give up being a warrior forever. One can be a warrior, or one can be a healer, but one can never be both.”

The young orc was troubled, for among his people, every man must become a warrior if he was to have status. For three days he thought, and on the third day, he came to the priest again, and he brought his sister with him. “I cannot give up my warrior’s place, for it is my duty to my family. But can a woman learn your magic?”

“Yes,” the priest said, “there are many priestesses of Hyrea. I will take her as a novice, if she wishes it.”

Other women came then, after the first, and then men as well. A man who had lost an arm or leg in battle was no longer a warrior, and lost no status in giving up his weapons. Some could not give up a warrior’s thinking, and failed their novitiate, but others succeeded. The long winter was past, then, but the winter gardens continued to thrive.

Three winters passed, and then the priest gathered his students. “Hyrea has told me that it is time for me to go back. You know all that I can teach you, and no longer need my help.”

“We thank you,” said the first priestess. “You have given us much, and asked nothing in return.”

“I have given you nothing.” The priest touched her forehead lightly, in blessing. “I have only shared knowledge, which is not lessened by sharing, and time, which passes at the same speed wherever it is spent. The knowledge I gave, I still have, and the time I gave would have passed wherever I was.”

When he returned to the town, his red beard was long and braided, and his woolen robe was worn and patched. The commander of the garrison had long ago forgotten his threat, so the priest returned to his temple, and took up his old life.

For fifteen years, the border town was quiet, and no orc appeared at their walls again. The garrison was diminished, soldiers sent away to more dangerous posts, and the town thrived.

In the sixteenth year, civil war wracked the kingdom. There was fighting everywhere, all through the kingdom, and at last it reached the border town, in the form of a small army more than large enough to raze that town entirely. They approached slowly, so that fear would weaken the hearts of the people in that town, and they would surrender.

They attacked in the morning, at first light, and the fighting was bloody from the first. But at noon of that day, arrows poured into the attacking army from both sides, out of the trees, long arrows from great bows too large for any human arm to draw. Stones rained on them from slings swung by mighty arms, and a wind like ice blew, though it was the middle of summer. Orc warriors wearing the signs of many tribes flowed out of the trees, and the attacking soldiers quailed, and then turned and fled, trampling their own officers in their terror.

And when they were driven away, the warriors stood back, and other orcs, robed in dyed leather and tattooed in glowing blue, walked out of the forest. Some went to tend their fallen foes, but three approached the gate. “Bring the priest of Hyrea,” they called, “for we must speak to him of a debt.”

There was white in the red beard now, but he still wore it long and braided as he had when last he met his students. He walked out of the gate, and greeted them with the affection of an older brother. “There is no debt between us, nor ever was,” he told them. “I gave away nothing, and gained much.”

“There is no debt between us, nor ever was,” said his first student, robed as a high priestess now, and she smiled at him with sharp, sharp teeth. “But our goddess Iometa, who is a goddess of war, owes your goddess much. She could not help us, when we fought against winter and hunger. She could do nothing, when her children starved and died. But your goddess, who is a healer and does not love warriors, still sent you to save us. Now we have come to save you, for your goddess is a healer, and could not protect you against an army, and when those invaders are driven out of the mountains and away from your towns, Iometa’s debt will be paid.”

The priest bowed. “Then I am grateful to Iometa, and any debt owed to Hyrea will be paid indeed. There is nothing I or our brothers and sisters in faith can do, when soldiers come, but tend the fallen and bury the dead. We are grateful for the strong arms of Iometa’s followers, who will protect those we cannot.”

The warriors and the healers kept their word, and pursued the invaders all the way to the base of the mountains, rescuing towns besieged and garrisons overrun, laying the dead to rest and tending the wounded. From that time, trade was opened between the orcs and the humans living in the border towns, and Iometa, the goddess of war and bravery, and Hyrea, the goddess of healing and cultivation, were honoured equally among both peoples. When warriors were needed to defend the people, the healers stood aside, and when fighting was done, the warriors stood aside in turn, so the healers could do their work. In time, the mountain people withdrew from the kingdom that had once ruled them, and the Alliance Lands stood independent of any rulers but their own, human and orc together."

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Song or Story?

Deep in a dense forest; mystic, fogged and ancient there stood a pond and in the middle of it a little isle. A lone, lanky figure danced among it; lithe, flexible yet enigmatic with each gesticulation. From it a voice resonated throughout the atmosphere, like a bird one would hear in their childhood the tone was warm yet haunting.

"While the weary nations weep Awakening me from a dream I see the moonlight steal across my sheets My love is lying fast asleep Chasing its beams She stirs, and then she turns her back to me..." ♬

Hips swayed and tail flicked, before she pirouetted with elegance in step. Her hands twirled and from them sparkles of water shown in the dappled moonlight. Above the skies seemed to mimic strange baboon's movements as it swirled and twisted in unusual ways, akin towards a band following conductor.

"The clouds overhead open up For the wicked and just all the same And lay low the hills, so to fill Every valley below to the brim~"

Flicking her hands to song's beat, one section of clouded sky dissipated in tangent with each movement. Stars revealed themselves, like a gift being unwrapped and the vivid colors they presented shined intensely against evening; unpolluted by cities. None however could compare to moon's light, which despite its broken state radiated a silvery hue that embraced ivory dancer as some lover would.

"But like the sun that turns the sky Illuminating all, in time The tables in the temple will be turned on their side And just as it scorches up the dunes Beneath the height of noon The pillars of the empire will be burned, in kind..."

Suddenly, sections of water spouted upwards and fell as she spun across land. Her movements became more vivid and blurred, like a rocket fire burning. Halting, she thrusted hands to the sky. A wave of power burst from stranger and a massive water spout engulfed her. The whirl of liquid went high, taller then any mountain, as if it were hoping to touch a star. Then it came down to earth, bringing a swift downpour.

The baboon was nowhere to be found, but a voice continued; fading as it went.

"And by the holy rock I stand As blessed as the sacred ram I see the trail of shoulders I've climbed over, but By god, I'll bloody up my hands With everything I am To cut away the mountains I've made And fill the dales below..."

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First Visit to Ayodhya Ram Mandir: A Complete Guide

Ayodhya, the ancient and sacred birthplace of Lord Ram, is a city that holds immense significance in Hindu tradition. Rich in spirituality, culture, and history, Ayodhya’s prominence has reached new heights with the completion of the grand Ram Mandir. If you're planning your first visit to this holy site, Prabhu Darshan Yatra is here to guide you through the experience and ensure you make the most of your spiritual journey.

The Historical Importance of Ayodhya and the Ram Mandir

Ayodhya has long been a revered pilgrimage destination, deeply intertwined with the epic Ramayana. As the birthplace of Lord Ram, the city attracts devotees from around the world. The recently constructed Ram Mandir symbolizes faith, devotion, and a rich cultural heritage. This temple is dedicated to Lord Ram and is set to become one of India's most significant religious landmarks.

Preparing for Your Visit

To make your visit to the Ram Mandir smooth and fulfilling, consider these key factors:

Travel: Ayodhya is easily accessible by road and rail. The nearest airport is in Lucknow, around 140 kilometers away. From there, you can take a taxi or bus to Ayodhya.

Accommodation: Prabhu Darshan Yatra offers various options, from budget to luxury hotels. Booking in advance is recommended, especially during peak pilgrimage seasons.

Best Time to Visit: Although Ayodhya is open year-round, visiting during major Hindu festivals like Ram Navami or Diwali can offer a more profound spiritual experience, albeit with larger crowds.

What to Expect at the Ram Mandir

Majestic Architecture As you approach the Ram Mandir, its magnificent architecture will leave you in awe. Intricate carvings, towering spires, and sculptures depicting scenes from the Ramayana showcase the beauty of traditional Indian temple design.

Spiritual Aura The temple’s atmosphere is filled with devotion, as the sounds of hymns, temple bells, and the scent of incense fill the air. The sacred environment offers a sense of peace and divine connection.

Main Sanctum and Deity The heart of the temple is the sanctum, housing the idols of Lord Ram, Sita, Lakshman, and Hanuman. The beautifully adorned deities inspire deep reverence among devotees.

Daily Rituals Participate in or observe the daily aartis, bhajans, and other religious ceremonies. These rituals provide insights into Hindu traditions and enhance the spiritual significance of your visit.

Temple Grounds and Facilities The temple complex is expansive, featuring well-maintained gardens, pathways, and essential amenities like restrooms and seating areas. Information centers are available to help guide you through the temple’s significance.

Tips for a Memorable Visit

Dress Modestly As a place of worship, it’s important to wear modest clothing. Traditional Indian attire such as sarees, salwar kameez, or kurtas is encouraged.

Respect Temple Customs Follow the temple guidelines, such as removing your shoes before entering and maintaining silence in sacred areas.

Photography Rules Photography may be restricted in certain parts of the temple. Always ask for permission before taking any photos.

Stay Hydrated Summers in Ayodhya can be warm, so carry water and take breaks as needed. The temple complex provides shaded seating areas for visitors to rest.

Engage with Locals Talking to locals and temple priests can enrich your understanding of the Ram Mandir's historical and spiritual importance.

Exploring Ayodhya Beyond the Ram Mandir

In addition to the Ram Mandir, Ayodhya is home to several other spiritual attractions:

Hanuman Garhi: A hilltop temple dedicated to Lord Hanuman, offering panoramic views of Ayodhya.

Kanak Bhawan: A beautiful temple dedicated to Lord Ram and Sita.

Nageshwarnath Temple: An ancient Shiva temple with a rich history.

Ram Ki Paidi: A series of ghats along the Saryu River, perfect for a serene evening stroll or a boat ride.

Conclusion

A visit to Ayodhya's Ram Mandir is more than just a religious journey—it is an immersion into India's deep spiritual and cultural heritage. With Prabhu Darshan Yatra, you can ensure that your trip is seamless, comfortable, and spiritually enriching. Whether you’re participating in temple rituals or exploring the serene temple grounds, your visit will leave you with memories and spiritual fulfillment. Book your Ayodhya tour with Prabhu Darshan Yatra and embark on an unforgettable spiritual journey.

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Things to Do in Rishikesh: A Complete Guide to the Adventure Capital of India

Nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas, Rishikesh is a mesmerizing blend of spiritual tranquility and adventure-filled excitement. Known as the "Yoga Capital of the World," this sacred town attracts travelers from around the globe who seek to explore its rich spiritual heritage, engage in thrilling adventure activities, and immerse themselves in the natural beauty of the region. Whether you're a thrill-seeker, a spiritual enthusiast, or simply someone looking to unwind amidst nature, Rishikesh offers something for everyone. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore the top things to do in Rishikesh, including adventure activities, spiritual experiences, and offbeat places that make this town truly special.

Adventure Activities in Rishikesh

Rishikesh is synonymous with adventure, and for good reason. The town is a hub for adrenaline-pumping activities that cater to both beginners and seasoned adventurers.

White-Water Rafting: One of the most popular adventure activities in Rishikesh is white-water rafting on the Ganges River. The river offers rapids of varying grades, making it suitable for everyone, from novices to experienced rafters. The thrill of navigating through the powerful rapids while surrounded by the breathtaking beauty of the Himalayas is an experience you won't forget.

Bungee Jumping: If you're seeking an adrenaline rush, bungee jumping at Mohan Chatti, located a short drive from Rishikesh, is a must-do. With a jump height of 83 meters, it's one of the highest bungee jumps in India. The feeling of free-falling with the mountains as your backdrop is exhilarating.

Trekking: Rishikesh is also a gateway to some of the best treks in Uttarakhand. The Gartang Gali Trek is an offbeat trail that offers stunning views of the surrounding valleys and forests. For those looking for a challenging trek, the Roopkund Trek in Uttarakhand is an excellent choice, taking you through dense forests, alpine meadows, and up to the mysterious Roopkund Lake. Panch Kedar is another trekking circuit that holds great religious significance, connecting five sacred Shiva temples.

Best Treks in Rishikesh

While Rishikesh is famous for its yoga and spiritual retreats, it also serves as the starting point for several incredible treks that take you deep into the heart of the Himalayas.

Neer Garh Waterfall Trek: A short and easy trek, the Neer Garh Waterfall is perfect for beginners. The trek takes you through lush forests and offers stunning views of the waterfall cascading down the rocks. It's an ideal spot for a refreshing dip or a peaceful picnic.

Kunjapuri Temple Trek: For those looking for a spiritual trekking experience, the Kunjapuri Temple Trek is a must. The trek starts from Rishikesh and takes you to the hilltop Kunjapuri Temple, which offers panoramic views of the Himalayan peaks, including the snow-capped Chaukhamba, Bandarpunch, and Swarga Rohini. The sunrise view from the temple is particularly breathtaking.

Gartang Gali Trek: This lesser-known trek is a hidden gem in the Rishikesh region. It takes you through dense forests, remote villages, and scenic landscapes. The highlight of the trek is the wooden Gartang Gali bridge, which offers a thrilling experience as you walk across it with deep gorges below.

Places to Visit in Rishikesh

Rishikesh is home to a plethora of spiritual and natural attractions that are worth exploring. Whether you're interested in history, culture, or natural beauty, Rishikesh has something to offer.

Ram Jhula and Laxman Jhula: These iconic suspension bridges are the most recognizable landmarks in Rishikesh. Ram Jhula and Laxman Jhula connect the two banks of the Ganges River and offer stunning views of the river and the surrounding hills. The bridges are also surrounded by numerous temples, ashrams, and cafes, making them a bustling hub of activity.

Triveni Ghat: Triveni Ghat is the largest and most famous ghat in Rishikesh. It is a sacred bathing spot where pilgrims come to take a dip in the holy Ganges. The evening Ganga Aarti at Triveni Ghat is a spiritual spectacle that you shouldn't miss. The entire ghat comes alive with the sound of hymns, the glow of lamps, and the spiritual energy of the devotees.

Vashishta Gufa: Located about 25 kilometers from Rishikesh, Vashishta Gufa is a tranquil cave where the sage Vashishta is said to have meditated. The cave is surrounded by lush forests and the sound of the Ganges flowing nearby adds to the serene atmosphere. It's an ideal place for meditation and introspection.

Beatles Ashram: Also known as the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Ashram, this abandoned ashram became famous when The Beatles visited it in 1968. The ashram is now a tourist attraction and a pilgrimage site for Beatles fans. The graffiti-covered walls and the peaceful surroundings make it a unique place to explore.

Offbeat Places in Rishikesh

For those looking to explore beyond the usual tourist spots, Rishikesh has several offbeat destinations that offer a more secluded and peaceful experience.

Kaudiyala: Located about 40 kilometers from Rishikesh, Kaudiyala is a serene riverside village that is perfect for a quiet getaway. The village is surrounded by dense forests and offers stunning views of the Ganges. It's also a popular spot for camping and river rafting.

Shivpuri: Shivpuri is another offbeat destination near Rishikesh that is known for its adventure activities and natural beauty. The village is located on the banks of the Ganges and is a popular spot for camping, rafting, and trekking. The peaceful atmosphere and the stunning views of the river make it an ideal place for relaxation.

Kasardevi: A hidden gem located near Rishikesh, Kasardevi is a peaceful village that is known for its spiritual significance and natural beauty. The village is home to the Kasardevi Temple, which is believed to have a strong spiritual energy. The village is also surrounded by beautiful forests and offers stunning views of the Himalayas.

Conclusion

Rishikesh is a destination that truly offers something for everyone. Whether you're seeking adventure, spirituality, or simply a peaceful retreat, Rishikesh has it all. From thrilling activities like white-water rafting and bungee jumping to serene experiences like meditation at Vashishta Gufa and attending the Ganga Aarti at Triveni Ghat, Rishikesh promises an unforgettable experience. So pack your bags, embark on an adventure, and let Rishikesh captivate your soul.

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