#the graveward

[handsome-jacks-bottom-bitch]

So the biggest thing about Borderlands is of course, the Vaults. Not only the vaults, but the monsters inside of them. So this post, I'm gonna rank the vault monsters from easiest to fight, to hardest to fight. I'm going to be gaging the difficulties based on the first playthrough, as depending on the game and the mode your playing, all of them can prove challenging. Now as always, this is purely my opinion. Some monsters I may say are hard, may be easy to others, or vice versa. So let's not waste any time and get right into it. This will include all vault monsters in Borderlands 3, not just the final battle. However I will be excluding vault monsters from Tales games, as those are fought both with QTEs.

1. Graveward

So let's start with the easiest one, which is the Graveward from Borderlands 3. The flora themed vault monster living inside the vault on Eden-6. I rank this one the easiest because it's attacks are all extremely avoidable, and if you move around correctly, you can go the entire fight without getting hit even once. The only things you really have to worry about are the grogs that spawn in. The fun thing about the Graveward, is that he's slow, and all his attacks come with beacons, or lit up danger zones. Stay out the zones, and you're set. The trickiest part of the fight is when he lifts the platform, and sends you sliding down. Simply slide into the hole on the right of the platform, wait for the green acid orbs to pass you by, and that's that. Throughout the fight, just aim for the Gravwards weak spot with a rapid firing weapon to quickly whittle down health until he's defeated. Even in higher mayhem difficulties, the Graveward poses very little threat, and is a pushover of a vault monster.

2. The Destroyer (BL1)

Now when I first started playing Borderlands back when the first game came out, I was a mere child and couldn't even make it far enough in the game to fight the Destroyer. When I finally did as a teenager, I would've said it was the hardest fight I've ever seen. Now as an adult, with a better understand of game mechanics (and better aim), the Destroyer is fairly easy on both playthroughs. Simply because you can essentially cheese the entire fight. On the map, there's two pillars. Simply hide behind the pillar and shoot the Destroyer until it's dead. You will have to worry about the flying rakks constantly spawning in, but luckily, they have extremely low health, and should thr Destroyer get a good hit on you, those rakks are a quick second wind.

Now the Destroyer is a bullet sponge, so the fight will take time if you dont have high power weapons, and you will have to get in close if you're a shotgun fanatic. Otherwise, simply hide throughout all his attacks, and the fight is as good as won.

3. The Warrior

Look out, the lava is rising! Liliths constant worry of the lava is arguably the most annoying thing about this fight. By the time you reach the Warrior, you're about level 36, have got a decent arsenal under your belt, and a raging hot need to avenge Bloodwing. The Warriors fight can be tricky, as in order to actually deal decent damage, you need to break the rock on its chest blocking it's soft inner molten core. Thing is, right after you break it, the Warrior retreats back into the lava, causing it to rise, as of Lilith didn't make that obvious enough.

The other thing you have to worry about it the Warriors tail slam, which if you don't jump to dodge it, deals decent damage, and sends you flying into the air. Another thing to look out for is the never ending crystalisks that spawn, and the occasionaly rakk that'll spot you.

Overall, the Warriors fight isn't so much difficult, as it is tedious. Eventually, you'll beat it down enough and crush it's head with the moonshot canon, much to Jack's dismay.

4. The Rampager

Oh the Rampager. My first encounter with you was a devastating one. Not because of your never ending fire waves, or the Eridians constantly up my ass, but because you're just too damn agile for a creature of your size.

The Rampager fight was tough the first time I fought it. He comes in three waves, all with different attacks and abilities that can quickly eat away at your shields and health, and while Maya is there.. she isn't much help. With the ever spawning Eridians constantly knocking you around, and the constant projectiles, the Rampager is a tough one. Especially come the third phase, where even standing still for a second could lead to an instant down.

The Rampager is tough, and agile, and good if you're looking for a quick death on your first playthrough. Kind of makes the Graveward that much more disappointing when the first vault monster you get to kill puts up such a good fight.

5. Tyreen/The Destroyer

Now, is Tyreen a vault monster? No. However, given as how she fuses with the monster of the Great Vault, she technically counts as one.

Now Tyreens fight is tricky. Not only can she leave the arena, most of her attacks prevent her from taking any damage at all. Her attacks are wide, and extremely powerful, not to mention the various creatures that spawn in and hassle you the entire fight. Tyreens attacks can be pretty easy to avoid, but the fact that she makes damaging her such a struggle is the reason she's so high on the list.

Her fight is annoying, and all around a pain to complete your first time fighting her. Once you get it down, much like with any of these monsters, it can quickly become a cake wake, but for have never fought her before? Royal pain, much like the god queen herself.

6. The Sentinel

I say this with the most emotion and sentiment I can portray over text: Screw. This. Fight.

Even today, as I'm writing this, the Sentinel has proven to be such a difficult fight, that any time I manage to defeat it on the first try, I consider myself a master of the trade. From the fact that this thing has 7 whole phases, to the fact that there's Eridians swarming the arena on top of him, it's just an all around nightmare.

The first version of the Sentinel has 4 phases. The first three require you to break down his shield, while avoiding his fast and devastating attacks. When his shield goes down, he becomes immune to all damage, and releases a nova, which if you don't avoid it, is capable of insta-downing you. Each phases comes with a different element that he becomes immune to, until the fourth phase, where you can finally hit his health. Defeat the fourth phase, and you think all is well, right? Wrong.

Once the Sentinel is defeated, he turns into a giant version of himself, called the Empyrean Sentinel. This version can make the entire floor untouchable with electricity, has full AOE attacks, and can only be damaged by hitting its face, so should you end up behind it trying to avoid attacks and swarms of Eridians, you gotta find your way back around. This version goes through 3 phases, all with different elements as well. This fight is just.. agonizing, no matter how well equipped you are. It's long, it's tedious, and if you die? Back to square one.. and to make it worse, the game made him a raid boss post story completion. Meaning you have to pay your hard earned moonstones just to torture yourself for a chance at better loot. Let me tell you, it's not worth it. There's better ways to get the legendary you're looking for, I promise. It's called the Grinder. I'd rather waste away at the Grinder than fight this bastard over and over in a Borderlands game that arguably has the WORST legendary drop chances. My sanity is better drained elsewhere. Like collecting 150 claptrap components for Tannis.

So, there you have it. My list of easiest to hardest to fight vault monsters on the first playthrough. Playthrough 2, TVHM/UVHM, Mayhem Mode, that all changes the game. Makes things difficult all around, but still doable if you build yourself right and bring the right gear. Let me know if you agree with my list, or if you disagree, I'd love to hear some feedback. Let me know your experiences with these badass monsters.. and if you know a way to cheese the Sentinel, maybe throw that my way too. I'm tired of him.

[some-stars]

Did y'all know it's bizarrely and inexplicably difficult to find the full text of Dylan Thomas's "Altarwise by owl-light" online? A bunch of places have what they claim is that poem but it's only the first few stanzas. I eventually found one (1) PDF of his complete poems, and then I had to extract it from the PDF except I didn't have all the tools I use at work to make that take about three minutes total. FYI if you ever need to process a PDF thru your browser, the IT guys at my work (a very large, very risk-averse corporation) have us use ilovepdf for some tasks that acrobat can't do (but it can also replicate various adobe functions), so I'd recommend that as the least-likely-to-damage-your-computer free option.

ANYWAY the point is, this poem is SO good and SO important and SO cool, and it shouldn't be so incredibly hard to find, so here it is. It's long. I strongly suggest reading it aloud, and don't try to understand anything the first time through, just let it happen to you and really experience the words.

Altarwise by owl-light

I. Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house The gentleman lay graveward with his furies; Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam, And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies, The atlas-eater with a jaw for news, Bit out the mandrake with to-morrow’s scream. Then, penny-eyed, that gentleman of wounds, Old cock from nowheres and the heaven’s egg, With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds, Hatched from the windy salvage on one leg, Scraped at my cradle in a walking word That night of time under the Christward shelter: I am the long world’s gentleman, he said, And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer.

II. Death is all metaphors, shape in one history; The child that sucketh long is shooting up, The planet-ducted pelican of circles Weans on an artery the gender’s strip; Child of the short spark in a shapeless country Soon sets alight a long stick from the cradle; The horizontal cross-bones of Abaddon, You by the cavern over the black stairs, Rung bone and blade, the verticals of Adam, And, manned by midnight, Jacob to the stars. Hairs of your head, then said the hollow agent, Are but the roots of nettles and of feathers Over these groundworks thrusting through a pavement And hemlock-headed in the wood of weathers.

III. First there was the lamb on knocking knees And three dead seasons on a climbing grave That Adam’s wether in the flock of horns, Butt of the tree-tailed worm that mounted Eve, Horned down with skullfoot and the skull of toes On thunderous pavements in the garden time; Rip of the vaults, I took my marrow-ladle Out of the wrinkled undertaker’s van, And, Rip Van Winkle from a timeless cradle, Dipped me breast-deep in the descended bone; The black ram, shuffling of the year, old winter, Alone alive among his mutton fold, We rung our weathering changes on the ladder, Said the antipodes, and twice spring chimed,

IV. What is the metre of the dictionary? The size of genesis? the short spark’s gender? Shade without shape? the shape of Pharaoh’s echo? (My shape of age nagging the wounded whisper). Which sixth of wind blew out the burning gentry? (Questions are hunchbacks to the poker marrow). What of a bamboo man among your acres? Corset the boneyards for a crooked boy? Button your bodice on a hump of splinters, My camel’s eyes will needle through the shroud. Love’s reflection of the mushroom features, stills snapped by night in the bread-sided field, Once close-up smiling in the wall of pictures, Arc-lamped thrown back upon the cutting flood.

V. And from the windy West came two-gunned Gabriel, From Jesu’s sleeve trumped up the king of spots, The sheath-decked jacks, queen with a shuffled heart; Said the fake gentleman in suit of spades, Black-tongued and tipsy from salvation’s bottle. Rose my Byzantine Adam in the night. For loss of blood I fell on Ishmael’s plain, Under the milky mushroos slew my hunger, A climbing sea from Asia had me down And Jonah’s Moby snatched me by the hair, Cross-stroked salt Adam to the frozen angel Pin-legged on pole-hills with a black medusa By waste seas where the white bear quoted Virgil And sirens singing from our lady’s sea-straw.

VI. Cartoon of slashes on the tide-traced crater, He in a book of water tallow-eyed By lava’s light split through the oyster vowels And burned sea silence on a wick of words. Pluck, cock, my sea eye, said medusa’s scripture, Lop, love, my fork tongue, said the pin-hilled nettle; And love plucked out the stinging siren’s eye, Old cock from nowheres lopped the minstrel tongue Till tallow I blew from the wax’s tower The fats of midnight when the salt was singing; Adam, time’s joker, on a witch of cardboard Spelt out the seven seas, an evil index, The bagpipe-breasted ladies in the deadweed Blew out the blood gauze through the wound of manwax.

VII. Now stamp the Lord’s Prayer on a grain of rice, A Bible-leaved of all the written woods Strip to this tree: a rocking alphabet, Genesis in the root, the scarecrow word, And one light’s language in the book of trees. Doom on deniers at the wind-turned statement. Time’s tune my ladies with the teats of music, The scaled sea-sawers, fix in a naked sponge Who sucks the bell-voiced Adam out of magic, Time, milk, and magic, from the world beginning. Time is the tune my ladies lend their heartbreak, From bald pavilions and the house of bread Time tracks the sound of shape on man and cloud, On rose and icicle the ringing handprint.

VIII. This was the crucifixion on the mountain, Time’s nerve in vinegar, the gallow grave As tarred with blood as the bright thorns I wept; The world’s my wound, God’s Mary in her grief, Bent like three trees and bird-papped through her shift, With pins for teardrops is the long wound’s woman. This was the sky, Jack Christ, each minstrel angle Drove in the heaven-driven of the nails Till the three-coloured rainbow from my nipples From pole to pole leapt round the snail-waked world I by the tree of thieves, all glory’s sawbones, Unsex the skeleton this mountain minute, And by this blowclock witness of the sun Suffer the heaven’s children through my heartbeat.

IX. From the oracular archives and the parchment, Prophets and fibre kings in oil and letter, The lamped calligrapher, the queen in splints, Buckle to lint and cloth their natron footsteps, Draw on the glove of prints, dead Cairo’s henna Pour like a halo on the caps and serpents. This was the resurrection in the desert, Death from a bandage, rants the mask of scholars Gold on such features, and the linen spirit Weds my long gentleman to dusts and furies; With priest and pharaoh bed my gentle wound, World in the sand, on the triangle landscape, With stones of odyssey for ash and garland And rivers of the dead around my neck.

X. Let the tale’s sailor from a Christian voyage Atlaswise hold half-way off the dummy bay Time’s ship-racked gospel on the globe I balance: So shall winged harbours through the rockbirds’ eyes Spot the blown word, and on the seas I image December’s thorn screwed in a brow of holly. Let the first Peter from a rainbow’s quayrail Ask the tall fish swept from the bible east, What rhubarb man peeled in her foam-blue channel Has sown a flying garden round that sea-ghost? Green as beginning, let the garden diving Soar, with its two bark towers, to that Day When the worm builds with the gold straws of venom My nest of mercies in the rude, red tree.

-Dylan Thomas

[borderlandspolls]

OH SHIT

Im sorry i forgot to launch the new poll 😭

So huh here it is!

[kyriasilencedradio]

The Sawyer girls - TCM oc's info

Hello! It's me again. For some time now, I've created a big obsession with Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and with it, many character ideas have come to mind. That's how I came up with the 'Sawyer Girls.' In this post, I'll introduce them a little so I can start sharing what I've already written so far.

Warning: violence, mental health issues, cannibalism, organ trafficking, and mention of SA.

Layla Slaughter x Chop Top Sawyer

Born in Louisiana, Anna Hudson was a normal girl like ALL the others girls her age who liked pink, bows, and Barbies—those were the most important things in her youth. That was before the kidnapping serial killer "Lucky Girl" took her to be his new "doll" at 16. A year later, her captor drove down the deserted roads of Texas to get rid of her.

She was "lucky" enough to run to the owner of the Last Chance gas station, Drayton Sawyer, earning the kindness of the family. Anna Hudson died, and Layla Slaughter was born. With her love for music and charisma, she caught the loving attention of Robert Sawyer.

Jane Doe x Johnny Slaughter

Jane Doe is a mysterious girl from California—you don't know her well, and maybe you never will. She's funny, beautiful, sexy, and all above, but you don't know anything about her except her name.

Behind this façade, Jane works as a surgeon in the illegal organ trade for a crime boss who truly values her talents in making people disappear.

When the police start investigating the works of the modern "Jack the Ripper," she decides to travel the back roads of Texas, where she finds her place alongside the cannibalistic serial killer Johnny Slaughter and his twisted family.

Sandie Mourning x Nubbins Sawyer

Since the death of her mother, followed by the tragic deaths of the rest of her family, Sandie Mourning believes that death haunts her. Over the years, she was the only survivor of the McKeen family after her uncle's demise, now Alone in the world.

After being released from the Gordon House psychiatric institution, Sandie found comfort in the macabre, spending her time at the graves in Newt's gravewards.

She waited for death to take her as its bride. Death hasn't claimed her yet, but she met a soul as strange as hers, and his name was Nubbins Sawyer.

★★★

Thank you for Reading this post till the end, im really excited to post more about the girls and more slasher related oc's, Hope u guys like them as much as i do, this post was a translation of the original post i've bc i though it would reach more people, my First linguage is portuguese so im Sorry if i mande some spelling mistakes but i do my best

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

CHAPTER TWO DOWN! angels and tannis' first appearances being in the same chapter, bookending it with their introductions is sooooo.

not getting names for whartons daughter nor wainwrights sister, as of now the only two who were able to leave the manor stands out so much to me. it could just be because i havent gotten far enough in the story yet to get more information, but…hrm. especially with the wording that wharton 'called her by her true name' but the readers are not given it themselves.

im not going to lie the switch to homestuck-style writing caught me off guard, but its SUCH an effective way to draw focus by going from first person to second. the stranger,,,,who are you to interrupt my jakobs transgenderisms with your bright pink. the manor in blue stands out even more in his text, especially when he becomes more intense and starts to emphasize his point.

and then the reprieve of going back to wainwrights perspective, now featuring tannis! the stranger repeating emptying a space leaves it heartless, to then switch to wainwright looking over the now-emptied vault of the graveward and think of leaving the manor himself. awwww yeah its all coming together (is unaware of the horrors).

im not sure how you feel about me sending these chapter-by-chapter, as ik theyre pretty long winded for asks, so ill stop here for now in case youd prefer i comment on ao3 or just dm u these instead. really wonderful work, regardless!

No no you can send these in ask that's perfectly fine. Reading these is like a report from someone exploring an ancient tomb and I mean this with all fondness.

Wharton's daughter isn't named by her full name, but she is mentioned by nickname. Sooner or later you'll figure out who she is.

Tannis doesn't appear in the story ever again unfortunately.

As for the Stranger... you're probably the first person reading alivemanor without having seen my constant jfv bullshitposting for years. So let's just say they're important. For now.

[abysskeeper]

When I get bored, I mess in the character creator. So, new sisters for a proper Tav and Durge story.

Dezerin "Rin" Xorlarrin -> The Dark Urge (resist) // Storm Sorcerer // Shadowheart romance

Tavira "Vira" Graveward (formerly Xorlarrin) -> Acolyte // Tempest Cleric of Kelemvor (formerly Lolth) // Astarion romanceoc

[gaymars97]

So I wanted to share another part of Eridian overrun with y’all

New siren powers

So EO develops siren powers pretty far

Siren ghosts

When a siren dies, they can appear as a « ghost » to the inheriter of their power. The ghost can only appear when the siren first get their power, when the siren uses their power or when the siren personally calls the ghost. However, the ghost isn’t forced to appear, and if it does, it can stay a little bit longer in the mortal world. Siren ghosts have powers such as being able to manipulate the living siren’s actions (only if it’s with extreme will tho) and appearing to a limited amount of people other than the siren. However, if the power was amplified when the siren died (ex. Leeched vault monster), this power will be taken to the grave, making the ghost more powerful.

Bonus: siren queen Dido desing

Vault monster power

So basically, we learn in this au that each siren power has a link to a certain vault monster. The links are:

Walk - Traveller

Lock - Sentinel

Shift - Warrior

Trance - Rampager

Leech - Destroyer

(Steele’s power?) - Graveward

By visiting the monsters vault and coming in contact with the monsters energy, the sirens can use this power to gain a temporary « vault power form »

Basically, this form is a humanoid mix of the siren and the monsters appearance. They’re pretty tall, obvs, and they have limited control of the monsters power

Im going to show y’all the vault monster forms at some point. I was scared I wouldn’t be able to make the monster forms human enough but I did a pretty good job I think

[snowballeclipse]

Graveward doodle on ms paint

[flimsystimyroseee]

making stimboards based off my bf's ocs series: GRAVEWARD!

[angeltannis]

throwing pebbles at Gearbox HQ’s window demanding Randy tell me how Tannis was able to leech Graveward

[foolishfera]

Achilles’s Hairy Ball

In an attempt to unite the nations of an unrestful world, governments and media agencies and anything with an acronym gave a crack at the ol’ common enemy trick. We all convinced enough of each other that there really were little green or grey bulbous bipedal Martians that had been spying on us, lowering fertility rates, weakening our economies, loosening bolts in our otherwise-healthy machine to get us all to turn on ourselves for them to swoop in for an easy invasion while we’re all riding in scrapwork monster trucks, too busy looking for clean water to look up.

It was a good way for all nations to appear effective peacekeepers while everyone ignored all the real poisons that were dragging them gravewards — solve everything and nothing with a good show! Some people were angry and opposed, but plenty had grown apathetic having been born after the stars had disappeared beneath an LED sky.

So all the space agencies of the world (after some polite then firm restructuring) devised several plans and the most expensive one was picked to churn out rocket after rocket and missile after missile to show off the might of a modern and global military industrial complex with the packing power to remove a piece of our very sky. The rockets couldn’t actually do anything, really they would huck asteroids at the planet to do the real damage and then detonate a few explosives around the scene. We couldn’t let the general public know that atrocity could come so cheap.

The day came, and for a lucky half of the Earth they got full view of a sudden flash in the sky, and angry fire like the sun was uncoiling itself. The other half as they spun into view got to see what appeared as a tiny and sad-looking nebula, like a gunned-down amoebae.

And just like that everyone could mark on their calendar one September day the death of an entire planet. We all just stood dumbly looking up at the night sky with a sudden smear on the lens, or staring at pictures on our televisions and phones, or just contemplating the new hole in our collective minds. And while we all marvelled at Mars like children fascinated by roadkill, the Venusians came down and quickly enslaved us all. They got us while all our backs were turned, and no one could argue that wasn’t an impressive feat when their target was a fucking sphere.

They mocked us relentlessly, compulsively. A Venusian master couldn’t walk by you without saying “hey Earthling, it says gullible on Mars!” and if you didn’t politely chuckle along with them they’d stamp on you with their hooves while in uncontrollable and violent mirth.

Many people took fine to the takeover once things had settled, however. The Venusians had similar economic sensibilities to us (why else do you think their planet looked like that?) and by October everyone was back in the office. Not much had changed except they put porn back on Tumblr. That kept us all going for a while.

[daisyachain]

Looking up clips around the place, it seems like on-stage interpretations veer towards straight and straight-up comedy for The Undifferentiated Duo. It is a comedy, yes, but the movie’s got a stifling air to it that verges on the horrific. Even the continued bit of Rosencrantz (if that’s the one he is) choosing the wrong moment slips from slapstick to painful as you go on. By the time Guildenstern crushes the paper airplane it’s actually sad. Not to mention the bit of lying down on the tomb to monologue. The play is about two people going to deaths they can’t avoid, foresee, or even understand as they’re happening.

Taking into account that the movie’s directed by the playwright, the sinister aspects seems to be as true a part of it as the jokes. Filmdenstern is constantly screaming at random, the straightman/wiseguy routine verges on domestic abuse black comedy (I know what I sound like at this point but I’m sticking to it). The film version is so wincingly uncomfortable that it feels like you’re talking about Ros and Guil behind their backs. The audience is made complicit in their deaths moreso than if the tone is ‘look at these fools bumbling graveward. Lmao’

[ronk]

from Clarel [Easter] BUT ON THE THIRD DAY CHRIST AROSE; And, in the town He knew, the rite Commemorative eager goes Before the hour. Upon the night Between the week's last day and first, No more the Stabat is dispersed Or Tenebrae. And when the day, The Easter, falls in calendar The same to Latin and the array Of all schismatics from afar— Armenians, Greeks from many a shore— Syrians, Copts—profusely pour The hymns: 'tis like the choric gush Of torrents Alpine when they rush To swell the anthem of the spring. That year was now. Throughout the fane, Floor, and arcades in double ring About the gala of THE TOMB, Blazing with lights, behung with bloom— What child-like thousands roll the strain, The hallelujah after pain, Which in all tongues of Christendom Still through the ages has rehearsed That Best, the outcome of the Worst. Nor blame them who by lavish rite Thus greet the pale victorious Son, Since Nature times the same delight, And rises with the Emerging One; Her passion-week, her winter mood She slips, with crape from off the Rood. In soft rich shadow under dome, With gems and robes repletely fine, The priests like birds Brazilian shine: And moving tapers charm the sight, Enkindling the curled incense-fume: A dancing ray, Auroral light.Burn on the hours, and meet the day.

The morn invites; the suburbs call The concourse to come forth—this way! Out from the gate by Stephen's wall, They issue, dot the hills, and stray In bands, like sheep among the rocks; And the Good Shepherd in the heaven,

To whom the charge of these is given, The Christ, ah! counts He there His flocks? But they, at each suburban shrine, Grateful adore that Friend benign; Though chapel now and cross divine Too frequent show neglected; nay, For charities of early rains Rim them about with vernal stains, Forerunners of maturer May, When those red flowers, which so can please, (Christ's-Blood-Drops named—anemones), Spot Ephraim and the mountain-way. But heart bereft is unrepaid Though Thammuz' spring in Thammuz' glade Invite; then how in Joel's glen? What if dyed shawl and bodice gay Make bright the black dell? what if they In distance clear diminished be To seeming cherries dropped on pall Borne graveward under laden tree? The cheer, so human, might not call The maiden up; Christ is arisen: But Ruth, may Ruth so burst the prison?The rite supreme being ended now,

Their confluence here the nations part: Homeward the tides of pilgrims flow, By contrast making the walled town Like a depopulated mart; More like some kirk on week-day lone, On whose void benches broodeth still The brown light from November hill.But though the freshet quite be gone—

Sluggish, life's wonted stream flows on.

From Clarel: A Poem and Pilgrimage in the Holy Land

[beeben]

The best tracks from bl3 are all in the dlcs... And graveward that ones awesome

[owlbearwrites]

Lost and Found (Atlas) for WIP Wednesday, please, follow those Feelings!

Thank you! The Feelings made for an extremely productive writing time.

***

“More information, option two. Readmore, option two. Authorized operations, option two: help file. Instructions—”

where accessing the Graveward data storage via direct query is unsuitable, user may choose to address multiple queries to a single individual listed in the Graveward data storage; please be advised that, unlike the outputs of direct queries, the accuracy of information provided by individuals is not guaranteed

“Help file: individuals in Graveward data storage.”

a complete listing of individuals in the Graveward data storage is not available on request

“Fuck,” Jack mutters. “Okay, okay… Help file: status of individuals in Graveward data storage.”

the Graveward data storage allows limited access to the knowledge and consciousness of deceased individuals

The look on Jack’s face makes Rhys want to grab and hold him forever, and also run away from him as far and as fast as his feet would carry him. He bites his lip and does neither.

“Guess option two isn’t a… resurrection, after all,” he says.

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

youve said that eldritch powers can be gained from merging with vault monsters, but can't be gained from the sentinel/eridian made creations. what would graveward be considered then? it's a living beast, but isn't like all the others we see. is it considered like,,, living/organic enough for eldritch merging powers? or is it too "man made"?

if it's of the primordial "species" it counts. graveward is 100000% a primordial it literally crashes ships by sheer will