#seat of sacrifice

[starshucker]

my soul knows no surrender. this battle shall be our last.

[timolech]

I am salvation given form… Mankind's first hero, and its final hope. "Warrior of Light" GBA styled portrait

Whew.... First big project in a while.

[myco-ffxiv]

Stay strong. Keep the faith. At duty's end, we will meet again. We will. We will.

[blucifer08]

Warrior of light

[raidenfanclub]

depression <3

[burgeaux]

I don't want to fight you

[luna-fig]

Mankind’s first hero and his final hope

I had started this in May for the fan fest art contest but life got in the way

But now it’s complete enough to share :)

[akirakirxaa]

72 for the Spotify Gpose

𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑢𝑝 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐼 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑

--DIVING BELL, Starset

[[Spotify Gpose Ask Game]]

[feralkwe]

i hope my complete lack of chill about him instills fear in the weak.

[roegadynroost]

So, I'm the type to look at datamines before a patch because "spoilers" don't usually bother me... But fighting the WoL in SoS was the ONE time I saw a datamine where I wish I'd not seen it before hand. It was still epic and amazing but omg I wish I'd had the experience without having known.

[roamingeasel]

getting Seat of Sacrifice for trials roulette always gets me hyped

[aethernoise]

I wanted to call this "Azem's Arsenal" but didn't want people to come at me with "actually this is from SoS which means it's actually Elidibus" even though his WoL form was probably inspired by Azem and the (player) WoL. ANYWAY. Have fun!!

[windupaymeric]

Seat of Sacrifice

[umbralaether]

What is freedom?

Is it found in sacrifice?

In salvation?

Or is forgiveness the only true way?

MiqoMarch day 17: freedom

[blucifer08]

This is a piece I did today for Elidibusweek over on twitter. The prompt was "Eclipse."

[porta-decumana]

Alea Iacta Est - Chapter 14: Tentative Title “When Optimism Fails” Shadowbringers - 5.3 - Vs. Warrior of Light (Elidibus)

In the course of Kaida Asagiri’s long journey as a Warrior of Light, she had seen hardships aplenty.  When Nanamo Ul Namo had drank deep of that false poison, Kaida had told herself she would never pick up a healer’s cane again.  The blade had been better suited for her, each thrust and swing made with anger—a catharsis in that cold Coerthan land.  But then Haurchefant had died and it felt like no matter her choice of weapon, no matter how carefully she tread the perilous road ahead, nothing could save them all.  Not Ysayle. Not Papalymo.  Not Minfilia.  Not Moenbryda.

As the Warrior of Light reborn’s blade struck against hers, it felt so heavy. Kaida’s metal-clad heels dug into the floor of Syrcus Tower’s peak, her teeth gnashed and brow furrowed in concentration.  She wanted to believe in hope but she could not deny the exhaustion in her arms nor the doubts that shadowed the edges of her mind.  So often had her mind teetered towards a void-like darkness, that pit where only despair and rage dwelled.  But there had always been certainty—in the gods, in the fabric of the universe, in a brighter tomorrow even if it was several sunrises away.

Her grief snapped like rubber drawn too far, too taut.  

She wanted to believe in hope but in that desperate fight, staring down the last of the Ascians, she felt only anger.  Anger that this had happened at all.  Anger at all of the burials.  All of the sadness.  All of the strife.  

‘Remember that we once lived.’

No. She did not want to.  Not when their lives had caused so much sadness. 

With every swing, she thought of someone who had gone.  She thought of Haurchefant and the way his lips had felt against hers.  She thought of Minfillia braiding her hair back at the Waking Sands.  She thought of the way the sunlight had caught Ysayle’s silver hair.  And Kaida Asagiri fell into that void of hate and anguish, thinking of Gaius and his children and the monsters they had become all in the name of some great Ardor. It was all such a waste, she thought.  Such a bitter, senseless waste.