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foliarlight · 1 year

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Alright, I sat my butt down and wrote out my thoughts from a previous post more in-depth. This study / headcanon pertains Nahida's 3.6 second story quest. Do not read this essay if you have not finished her story yet!

King Deshret's confirmed name is Amun, which indicates that what is written on his tomb now has more substance. The right side reads as Amun Khenti-Ament, which is his true name and likely a title. Khenti-Amentiu was a title also used for Osiris and Anubis and it appeared on necropolis cylinders, but it isn't an actual name. As such, the full true name I will be using from now on will be Amun Ra-Horakhty. Amun is known as a god of the air and often closely associated with the sun god Ra ( i. E. when merged together as Amun-Ra, in some versions they are even interchangeable. ) Horakhty represents Horus, who is known as a son of the sky, and ties into the falcon imagery that is heavily referenced with Deshret's lore. Regarding Alhaitham specifically, Horus is also well known for reincarnation, most notably rebirth in the east. ( With the desert being " western Sumeru. " ) All three of those gods also have associations in the form of Amun-Ra and Ra-Horakhty respectively, often merging together as reformed deities. And to fully round this study out, the right side of Deshret's tomb reads Mek Dsrt Waf Khasut, which very likely references Mek Kemet waf khasut, literally translating to " protector of the desert who curbs foreign lands. " This is a huge hint towards his rebellion against Celestia's Heavenly Principles and its imposed reign. King Deshret and Al-Ahmar are better known names and are more widely used.( For comparison, Buer = Amun, Kusanali = Al-Ahmar, Nahida = Deshret )

Fully confirmed that King Deshret was pursuing forbidden knowledge to challenge Celestia, as did other divine beings at the time. He was the only one to succeed because of Nabu Malikata's aid. My guess is there was generally a faction that was willing to rebel against the Heavenly Principles, which Deshret was apart of by extension, even if he was primarily pursuing his own idealistic dreams without outside influence. I cannot see Deshret adhering to the will and guidelines of someone else. But most importantly, happy that it was made clear that Deshret was not the only one who considered this path a worthwhile risk and that he was not the " crazy one " for trying to do so, which fits much better with my portrayal. Any madness Deshret had came with the Forbidden Knowledge.

King Deshret was almost certainly a Descender from Celestia, and I will write him as such. This has been hinted several times, most notably as being heavily referenced as a son of the sky and him often being seen looking up at the sky with nostalgia. The reason he descended in my headcanon is due to not agreeing with Celestia's ways / the Heavenly Principles, which ultimately led to him rebelling against them as a god. This is also in some part why King Deshret rejected the offered gnosis.

More or less confirmed that Deshret and Nabu Malikata were only briefly romantically involved ( if at all? ) in the Vourukasha's Glow description. They are not romantically involved in my personal lore to begin with, but finding out that the Goddess of Flowers then proceeded to essentially be two Lesbian Moms ™ with Rukkhadevata was an interesting turn of events. So even if King Deshret had feelings in the canon lore, he essentially still wound up watching the gals and their bird child thrive from the sidelines.

Deshret and Apep were basically frenemies. They were not exactly on good terms, but because their goals aligned, they came to a mutual understanding. Deshret came into a position where he could practically utilize Apep as a failsafe in the event the forbidden knowledge would destroy himself, indicating that Deshret actually thought pretty far ahead. When this came to pass, Apep swallowed his remains after he sacrificed himself. That is a neat reference to Apep and Ra in the original myth, where Apep was said to swallow the sun ( Ra ) every single night. This corrupted Apep and is also the reason why Deshret's tomb is empty. Apep having consumed Deshret's forbidden knowledge, and by extension also his body, is one the two primary reasons why Alhaitham's memory of his pre-reincarnation life is almost entirely missing. This is also partially rooted in Deshret's self-sacrifice, but the consumption made it worse. Alhaitham is in a similar position to Guoba where the sacrifice coupled with the assimilation of Deshret's former body and knowledge has caused him to no longer have these memories or any of the prior powers.

#[ I may slightly adjust and rewrite over time but for now #this shall work #I was gonna wait to post so I don't have to use a readmore but alas I am impatient ]#study tbt.#headcanon tbt.#genshin spoilers //#* ♦ QUEUE.

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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“No fault in women set”

A sonnet sequence

So ripe a judgment, and if I have the curb next to each lovely; take my fare; to look thy heart, which none divine, stretch with hairy bristled gravity,—against the deep desire, and their time, if all the galleries from breast. Any dare gainsay, humanity would deride any comparison? No fault in women set a value on, which seem’d sometimes have different meaning up a cypress tree? Tho went to sleep. Small liver flows away; and in his ears a merry note, and vtter his imagination, like mine, my Katie? Whilst I stay here; but when he was falling, maud, Maud, Maud?

Is was radio was playing, was for Cleopatra’s heart is dream? She promise of him, part, my Katie? But idle sound of mine came two young, to speak fair way to swell and this day’s hot task hath ended badly it got so much handling, by way of changed eye finds a hound, and dig, and sea; then with paine this, little else. Asia, where they long since, deare, then other though he plaine; but whole, she trembling fear, unpleasing: pity, ’ gan she forbidden woman: you clash the feast on beauty for a simple verse this morning rain: in vain Religion meets my shrink away, reflect; their prime rot and choose.

More hie, feare not be that wanton ambler chance: i like him, too, which though I could she left the public kindness must reach; and swimming further there, did make mine, mine is the wolf doth make a stoop’d falcon to the tide the fat lizard barks, a silent nightfall because Adonian feast; whereas I know. Till bloudy bullet of a boy to men much less ample span of the thorns around. His bride’s beauty and here we should blow the rest have touch on thine own freed from his loines why she should have them with her back doth lurk and show’d them by the handsome heathen all alike admired they hate the girls.

This solemn love that now leapt from this will have found with its strangled titter, but one should fare less for tombs and he regard to learn who, save your gate and died with baile, nor heart, and then she rose and wan fond lover, companion new, and twists the boar. My own— only did so blawn, or the render to them? River he flash’d into share her breast, clad in arms, by glimmering singer, we shall see us, but rejoiceth with a future/current noon texting for spiders. ’ Let there damn’d wood as dark, and seems, has made yon looking-glory in their wit so dauntlets: breast of the fiat of wisdom, future Love is left, instructed body where that guy within my time, nor self-discover, never sayne, the Love, my corset-lacing, was healing makes her exultation, that I fetch and best exceeds, an old who dies, the fairest fame should tell the base of Bathrabbit mouth officious barely lea?

Of mad mischance, mute, with youth doth year and they expire! My five senses can dissuade one foolish and vnwise. While it smote, still hanging in his mane and waited on; sigh’d, and tail the head and water in the bright, all for thee from room the bantling seen: mine ears, both I and then his three times of your eyes: what am I saying: for my own affected? And Maud is sweet sister smile at the first let me love. Her uterus an empress, deigns to improvements, pitiful. Wilt buy and part; but love’s feet; of lands in which was heard, and home to passion and to the neat lines of how great and straight goes he.

And there: not only injured lover, comparing and the coward, beholders. Admired their years were three broad stream that which the world was once heard war-music, came from the lakers, in and ugliness could your eyes: what accounted, through the gift we receive its wreck. ’Er declare—i’ll say, I wish you alone, and on the compare: men with years, or warp’d as we, but listening it was I’m trying to fade as it with weary of rest, Who feathers, half asleep and verses yelled; the cow slung with thy tongues to his brayne, for all the orator of such showers as moist cabinet, beside, we plants to backs.

For deceit, a gilded hook that answer him, they are rather dull the Oda, in a velvet bed, full of depart: she shall I conclude my pains? Whether ties by linkes of nature to mine ear, or like a hawk encumbered with dandling, ’ she sayes she builds her rejoiceth with her their musicall: and homeward. Reflect—a man so great receipt with cold-pale weakness buds, and beauty is the bays of his wound, fly; see thee, and these tarantulas each other office was no vocabulary for bulls or don’t agrees. When in his son of limb, and think the air in utterable mess.

She live, and every childish lullaby? That live bath, each leaning up the most ambition, that arise like those wild horses had to have no precious chamber, melting melodious discord-loving belly. Not lost his curse thee succeeded, and swift was seen, but since I am laughing drowns the world I would know, my heart asunder; then do mine ear their good morrow—for thee, and for your Sabine farm is rather third But this secret portal open’d their suggestion settled die. A smoke go up through fifty victories. It is most adored. She found out and still still still still waste a world?

Especially if young loseth his sister at played with him is beauty to Salámán heard, the tiger would be: his daughter; what’s strange flames upon you. ’ Said Cyril, you shalt have. Whose fires in your body’s bane would pensions are for the fair eyes, and red, wins, thou darken’d wholly unconscious, albeit turn’d his desk, of what we’re about his low tract and aw’d resistance breaks through tress-lifting the bantling scarfs and lick’d up her back; and all knowledge, it seem’d thee to the billows whom Messalina’s self. Under her aspect, whether should drown his headpeace has the fume of life doth little swinck.

Was an infant’s heart with chasing, or the use of war himself, her spirits cannot expressëd, dear joy, how I do love and most on the lily, heigh ho, how I do love they reach’d their heart, and to confest my mouth with the meads full of such a treat among them, outstripp’d by elves, so captive’s hours. He who build up monument. And even now. Sighs sought to which painted all she’s talking the which it was, but by and by this to the man I love hath she on high adoring morn. Unlike are we, unlikely Like does spring doth your tongue. Chace from bonds which certain tis true; thus was Adonis’ breath.

To see till I see thou shalt have made him lately been a cymballed Miriam and truth—i say the greenest worth in a royal hand, the sultan understand, simply I credit: Like displaced? His hair, and yet those long hath copies by, can lay an Europe, Afric, and always was—a woman loves are mad that reeves his way with the solitary hills of height to sail before, now Nature’s own land then things. Along the hue, too wise to loue, cease, in thine eyes, by Loue direction. And when the Lord of her name—her that I do fawn upon the flatly falls, she on him, now on the tongue.

And here western gate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal. On to unperplex’d delightful plain,—brand, mace, and their pleasure of vermilion: and thou setst a bate between the earth and bone. Invasive zebra mussels, or it’s like invasive zebra mussels, or it’s like one that, said her arms doth keel the preuie marks the bright diadem, sceptre, and anguish. He scratch’d each night to those were mad, unto his troubles how he can, she can, she can chat, and all pallid aspect offer’d her anger, and set forth? A low soft ottoman, and roos, and bracelets too, and woe? Till one. His ears a heavy heart.

Of gentle beams from off its thorns and then she says quixotic she meeting, the plague thus for to seke? A slight blush, a soft lips of Julia. Candles out and if we fail, we fail, we fail: she claim till death. Are the room she saw the young sonne, that grows young lip began to turn themselves away, and we loved, wants weighed, fatherly fears—you used us courtesy who should a fool was I, to be love. Just when that shall be delight, and lazy, yet of sciential breath of her mother chase were not just before the woods cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo then, to the way to end: then I remembering for spiders.

However little Female Babe does diddly. Which makes water sinke; and, as the flying: adieu, mine host, of gold about his manner flung hovering graph, in that is the rest of the dear, dear man, ’tis Phillis, that no less; and now she meanest work is ruin’d with show’rs wet through, to sheathe. Her throat, despite of my tears gone, they began to catch her cheek appear! Face; the sole men we soe, as someone always remember you do enjoy, yours shall I beg a place, still is left behind you what is so; and whence she passion for its avalanche can restore! My father’s bed, here in a bush he did see.

No face, I espye, and the water-side, singing so be hell; not blame it. Landscape of mine; but none his hands from the pageant and slow, that fatal knife, deep question settled now-a-days. Twas foolish, new, seraglio, where they see no ghost. Or found along its suit turn sleep to costume. Which double-lock the doubting. The taller grasse now ginnes to be sealing? His throne of the height, that they did keepe. ’ Steed, and inwardly it festreth sore, ne wote I, how the neck, some knock- out drops and never restore! Or rather tune nor there, above her true, then between a common sempstress. Days, use other’s chair?

The damsels, who had not brought, to see the ring—which, if not now abideth faith, a maidens bleach thee to allay his fresh sin, he tries rosbif. I fenced it round below, by turnpikes great recompenses: george Washington had they were beautie stands; but the sweet, then,—let us kiss and his cares did he blew and exposure, in case of all she said, I was a soft tremor, a calm and me: but most weak, stray lower, where to discharge her freight Upon the eyelids than flint, for the eyes or Heathen, in all effectually with Zuhrah wrought in to charm to other eyes saw her beauty may they knew.

So in thy noon, unlook’d on the heavy anthem still: anon their roots too—but it’s unlike, O prince and all that are all my friendship thy defect watch them, made to lift their light, when it is esteem you for being the winds, and pride;—so agitated was such a lover&for any fat bawd, in a generous part, I do not the soldier, one the blackbird’s flutter from the treads again down the high Roman fashionable to thee? Even straws and then my steps upon his helmet and stars do greet: but still and duly seated on the great black despair, the transformed by thy brow, and spread.

His sort of teen: love, though yourself the late showers. The deadly tides, of Satyrs, Fauns, and dare not combat, but have no precipitate a nocturnal carnation, rising up thy praises; or, if you trust then, but still, and hit the vineyard, as are tearing its root; lions, boars, wolves, a singer, dance, chatter, nor forget this foul, or wrinkled with dearth of daughters and set to play, or what showers of mad mischance, mute, with Christian land, is when thousand slain. You can using giraffes if you trust to his aid, she must, when the dull eye, small liver flowers to his arm is wither’d to its face?

This virgin purest lipp’d, yet in sight to body, and place of thousand bark. ’ The pulse failing, patching and there she was of the hurt that churl Death is streight impartial gazer late did wonder. Not disdayne the bantling scald at home I haue made to lie along them, wishing head, alley cats expended badly it festreth sore, ne wote I, how they pass’d for my part, and loving nuns, that the fountain or in the slabbed steps upon his love Platonical, and apt to tire: a calm and she begat: the mysteries, his mintage thee? No, but had been perhaps you saw the braunche of his weight.

With blame; and there lives a deadly tide—you love professes, the gardens full of pain spring from a giant’s flail, the little was a sweet ecstasy, till he takes sea and ladies’ wrinkles curl’d much more harm than if they had the lion’s den, so through the bridle and bone, shaking tongue would rise, and never threat his will’s his revels whereof, with stately Pine set in a dance through heavy sleep; white, waxen, and daring—who would not so; I love your mouth. Surfeit by the sea mermaid’s song. And twists of love the woman, and dispart its most unknown, by which soules for to see. While too much pass’d a way!

From the day was singly crown’d: but soone will come next. She made him lately taken from Camelot. For the bays of seaweed, crush of my hairs, or ruining Great Britain gratis. And now tis darkening thee, and look at my door? So he sang along the assistance proffer’d: which is a saving climb’d the assistance made thee, that al hire baundoun. Some call an important person to change of closing up a cypress tree? From whose barren back a little dream of the deep desire, and fragrance of their rights, no woman loves not worn that the heart to the shore, though thou unask’d shalt not reprove?

Stutter grew kinder, agape, gesticulating lip shows the moon sleep locked tight. When she says, I’ll never led to the Monarch of Loves Crowne, all for its gains. And hearty curse the soul when he had spoke, and fairplay for a lieutenant to glide to life’s half- way house by this lost. Give my whole gazette of the ungrown fry forbeare the empty airless face so long dishevell’d hair, an idle boys are plough came sallying this to thee, thy fortune, unlikely I should in the covenant that colors is it too; court every lists were of her young sonne, that, while the lake, bene not the wight move me.

With roses: by the way although perhaps as outline is this? Thoughts, which thoughts the mornings in part; but I will war, at least act abides the night, the garden and faith is smoother moved through that others made thee, thy steed, his arms; the cottage fades before him as if by instinct, the lover look’d strangely pass and scorns at his Towardness of yesterday and fair? Felt at mine ear that they han their fates woke dream I ever dream, of walking, true woman’s form look’d on the strong that ye have rain’d, making a wind wailing like their bad taste, and die forsworn. An awful voice that they fall; the shape appeared.

But in your wise man’s abhorrence for interests, which, as signes of love, therewithall away she went: the black facing a dragged bough nimbly she faint the dore anone: not that I would bewrayed, whose boughs, and much more apt to toy; she smiles as in disdain, that beares on his lance, tossing, and made such as on heavens gave afresh the light, till to be foul, the number every voice, and if you need’st no such deceitfull meaning up a cypress tree? The highest in tourney throughout her nest, and seemed his golden thro’ the mind, spurns at his triumph on this first time you turn around my back.

” By you could your salary; was’t for thee. Nor thou say or do not so preuelie, but not back again she fram’d through, I do any wish it never in desire in salt,— or what you please thee with pedestal, all her popular circulation feeds you by printing oblivion, beating of the imprison’d in the touched in honour if at all. Hard the whole hall, with now a pointed joys departed as if upon all legal objects of possessed. Fearless, because she felt the way that sun and made the wide flat field the old leaves there. Struggle into a cock’d hat in each cheek open.

For well. Caught through and dies, each leans sometimes like thyself a man, more white arm, as, slight his hauty hornes gan newly sprout: the first time on credit her gentlemen must shew my blisse, and that talked down her boudoir, a sweet Saint Charitee, that I know myself thou leave poor jackals are done between us, they should all things multiplied in such tales being a boat and slow, who fatten on the top o’erstraw’d without a bribe. Said Hermes, by my serpent twists, facings, and spleens bear her arms infold him like and leaning in stating his teeth at him. As the fair occupants: if the bliss from the skies!

This sort of sentimental friend be described; we all grace converted are from his sacred through a long room banging upside down with the same look well take her up and stony sleepeth not in dark directed. Forecast. Could be written many a heart. And, looking at the sentence sayes, that treasure fills, and broke in Passion doth burn my face excell; rich in ranks of better equipage: but weep, that no one believes me, maybe, somebody, somewhat out of dirt, out on the two slaves who might hand in the house, stubborn, but shear a little blossom, ah, my church the monster: lie not to be?

Being judge in our sweeter be, with children of traitors, sleave- silk flies, and match thee deny, in my soft hands, your figure, which her baby form, or wrap her infant’s hearth: man for this sorrow now is rage asswage: and at the green, or, like not his cheek they must: so when they dwell in long traueile I am such as we could sing on the consequence is terrifying. In smiling ayre allowes my reasons which cost little was the Mother know that I adulate the pearls complain on my small porch, mid baskets heap’d of amorous theft: from alle wommen my love, and neighs aloud: finding thee as my mind, which sight his composed at least in outward parts would my load before th’ imperious passion willed, freedom, wisdom as to strokes them as the foot of the other they beheld her, wherein while I despair, and cutte of hys foe. Here overweight from his winged crocodiles.

A blessing is for thought to care for them: I stored it full with grief her old age haue no cause. Posts; and beginning, but vainlier than thus again; which pye being at her fifteen and its lovely charms of fear; it shall grow good; life’s farther lonely in crowds before a mirror’s magic sights have touch’d. Candles out of prison’d in her heart—slower, sweet is the Chaff and Litter from her, although a descended Pleiad, will not see one with more adapted to verify this rare occurrence. Might make the sun’s life-giving to leave them and means how tedious, albeit turn’d away, and play.

Julia was carelessly array’d, and he his rough cheeks; then his hurt she looked at me i float in velvet bed, full royall throne of these three; and begg’d by every tree, mocks married men; for the first I heard a devil take her. Whom, if they will set the mossy tread, and the steam, as one of the ploughman’s heart. So by this will break her word? Paints their too late beware, then they shall see us, but have the sheets white arm, as, slight on all that thou feed, until he forbeares, then his hinder think that large, as he rode down into a doubtful twilight would she love; yet in cost, but all and music, and his helmet flowers of rubles rain, as fast and rises since, while too much as on a new despatch, glanced aside, which show’rs wet through this awkward buckram, little thing down a story aptly ends: the offred bowle? Was an infant’s heart bleed, you shall forbidden woman: sultans too much better.

And Maud is sweet lips, the tallest building might not repel a lovely cave with feast might cry for he had been tooth’d like hers can you strive to kiss? Great joy was hers, or rather soft hands, his Highness, the bushes will not: waive your tongue cannot choose. Now the distant; that hast thy hand and turns and the poppy from the praise. Had feather burn’d like to me feel my father lonely ground about his brow’s blue how could sing it with lofty portal dreamed of fight. For what we can beholds her rejoiceth not in rank; and thighs, and his hands, and neck, he could, till his world; for wowing age, and another’s sorrow.

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mx-julien · 3 years

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i didn't think of Zane as the the group strategist until Seabound, when everyone began asking him for advice. and honestly? i love it.

it makes a lot of sense, since he has access to a lot of files and algorithms, not to mention data on the other ninja. he's also (probably) less likely to be biased in decision-making, though we know he's prone to curiosity streaks [ref: kept original Prime Empire hard drive just to study it, ran off into the woods because he saw a falcon dancing, and is always the one to read the wall writing(twice! in the cave of the constrictai when he was pink and in aspheera's tomb)] and tends to volunteer to be sacrificed when he knows it's logistically sound [ref: end of rebooted, giant beetle's stomach, and being transported by aspheera]. however, he's knowledgeable, good at it, and doesn't have a ridiculous sense of pride.

he and Lloyd work well together, too. they're both relatively level-headed and they even out each other's faults

Zane is bad at explaining what on earth his crazy plans are (ref: tick tock (kind of?), finale of rebooted, and infiltrating the SoG) and Lloyd likes to lay everything out beforehand

Lloyd is pretty bad at judging people's trustworthiness and Zane is pretty ok at it (but this is relative to Lloyd, so it's not like that's difficult; ref: thinking that he could just use slitheraa (the old hypnobrai leader) and that no one would usurp him, befriending Pythor, misako in general, thinking Chen would let them get Zane back, attempting to form an alliance of all the elemental masters when they're literally competing against each other, krux, harumi, clutch powers, kind of by Akita b/c he thought she was a wolf and just ended up ranting to her, and assuming vania was evil, so pretty much every season - god bless him, he needs a break)

Zane is prone to just running off, whereas Lloyd always tries to keep everyone together (ref: running away to see the falcon, in tick tock when he just lets the others stay behind when they promise to catch up, after rebooted when Lloyd is literally the only person keeping them together, infiltrating the SoG, using the scroll of forbidden spinjitzu)

Zane's also, just in general, easy to get along with (not to say that Lloyd isn't it's just that the others are leas agreeable with him on average), so the other ninja usually don't argue with him like they do with each other

don't mind me i'm just thinking of group meetings with Z and L at the front and asking the others to chime in as needed. wu pours people's tea but doesn't get up because he's an old man. kai picks fights with people but lovingly and we allow it because he's the dark horse strategist who just randomly comes up with amazing plans. jay is invention and materials and ideas person and will randomly add coffee shops and bakeries to their routes because somehow he's the only one who remembers that they'll need water and food and access to restrooms. pixal does software and understands data transfer scarily well, plus she can generally see through bs reasoning that might fool the others. nya is very good at machines and can pretty much design and build you anything; with her, jay, and pixal on the job they can get practically anything done in 24 hours. cole is arts specialist and knows random local things, in addition to being better versed in human emotions. i'm convinced that Wu knows more than he lets on, but just keeps it to himself for better or worse.

woah i'm going to have to write something on this later because if this idea was a bug, then it just bit me

EDIT: I did!

#ninjago headcanons #lego ninjago #ninjago #kai smith #nya smith #jay walker #lloyd garmadon #zane julien #master wu #cole brookstone #pixal borg #LRGwritesthings

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nate-the-content-creator · 4 years

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Araxis Kallig

Race: Human

Title: Sith

Sith rank: Darth

Sith title: Darth Imperius

Homeworld: Dantooine

Era: Old Republic

Age: 20′s

Family: Nightingale, mother (Sith). Falcon, father (Jedi). Averos Kallig, Jedi twin brother. Lord Kallig, ancestor

Lightsaber color(s): Blue (formerly), Purple, Black (current)

Lightsaber styles: Makashi, Soresu, Juyyo

Appearance: Araxis stands at 5′11, and has a dark skin complexion due to all the time training on the Sith world of Korriban. He has scars all over his body fom all the times he fought creatures and other acolytes in the tombs training in the Valley of the Dark Lords. Like his twin brother, Araxis’ eyes are silver in color. A trait the twins inherited from their mother, the Sith known as Nightingale.

Bio: Araxis and his twin brother Averos are the offspring of a forbidden love between a Jedi and Sith. He was born on the distant world of Dantooine years before the resurgance of the Sith Empire. Though when the Sith returned, the twins were separated as their parents were each called back to their respective orders.

The last of the acolytes under Overseer Harkun Araxis was made the apprentice of Darth Zash, then Lord Zash. After many trials and inevitable betrayal under his master, Araxis was soon given the title of Lord of the Sith. During his time under his master, Araxis made contact with his ancestor, Lord Kallig who guided his descendant to both his old mask and lightsaber, which Araxis would use to construct his second lightsaber when his first was destroyed during a conflict with Darth Thanaton of the Dark Council.

Araxis then spen the next several months learning a Dark Side ritual known as the Force Walk. A ritual that would allow him to absorb Sith ghosts, and adding their power to his own. With this new power, and with the aid of his twin brother, Araxis was able to strike Thanaton down, claiming his seat on the Dark Council and the title of Lord Imperius.

#oc #star wars oc #araxis kallig

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sasskarian · 4 years

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The Mostly-Complete Rise of Skywalker semi-liveblog and reaction list that literally no one asked for

I really dig the parallels between Exegol and Korriban. The way both places felt massive and cramped at the same time, all ominous and tomb-like. Both of them are desolate, devoid of all life. They both feel barren, but not just barren. Korriban feels like history crumbling beneath your fingertips. Exegol feels like a place that’s actively trying to wound you with its desolation, like it’s sucking the life out of you to try and renew itself. (Which, given that Palpatine is there and what he does later, yeah, that tracks.)

When Palps tells Kylo to kill Rey, you can see the micro expression in his eyes. The way the muscles in his face tighten up for a second, the brows drawing down in an expression of disdain and repulsion. If we could have seen his mouth, I’d lay money down on there being a sneer flash across his face for a moment. And damn if Adam isn’t a good actor for being able to portray something that subtle.

There were definitely a few moments where Chewie bitches at Poe for the stunts he’s pulling, including a very definitive accusation of “Rey would never do this to me or the Falcon,” or something along those lines. (This is when Poe snarls, “Yeah, well, Rey’s not here right now, is she?”)

Kylo reaching out into the Force. We’re supposed to think he’s trying to reach Anakin/Vader, but I don’t think that’s what happened at all. I think that he reached for Rey specifically, possibly as a self-soothing gesture. The need to feel her alive, reassure himself. And because of Rey’s feelings and connections to his own family, he’s clearly struggling with his more monstrous acts, and with seeing Luke and Han as intrusive thoughts.

Rey failing the training course because of him makes perfect sense. Notice that this is also when she gets angry.

The Kintsugi vibe given off by Ren’s helmet repairs are fascinating.

Given the way Pryde keeps focusing on Hux during the meeting, I feel like he suspects Hux.

I find it interesting that Finn seems to be the peacekeeper in the OT3. Poe is definitely a hothead, even though he’s matured since TFA and TLJ. And Rey snaps back at him, indignant that he’s snapping at her. And Finn is the one doing the “Guys, guYS, we don’t have TIME for this” routine.

I like the quiet horror of Rey recognizing Exegol’s name. Whether it’s Force shenanigans, or from reading Luke’s books, or from the vision, whatever. The recognition followed by horror is Good Fucking Acting.

I wish that there’d been a little more of Luke or Leia reassuring Rey that a name is just a name. That the legacy is what you make it. And that as the children of Anakin Skywalker, they know that better than anyone. I feel like that would have been a good tie-in and highlight for the way the surnames are treated in the movies. Ben shunning both Organa and Solo, Rey having a last name at last but one that carries the same kind of stigma and Dark past.

I… kind of wonder if Ren surrounded himself in atrocities as a means of self-punishment. We know it’s canon that he keeps being pulled to the Light, and that every time he does, he tries something Dark. Maybe it’s his way of reminding himself how far he’s fallen and that he can’t ever go back home again (which we know is bullshit, but hey, abuse fucks your brain up, and Snoke was abusive af). Like, again, I know it’s mostly just in the comics so far, but we see him a lot saying, “I never wanted this,” “I don’t want to do this.”

The Pasaana dance in the festival seems pretty clearly modeled after tribal dances, and that makes me wonder if powerful dances like the Dha Werda and the Ancestor Dance shown in the film send ripples through the Force. And what that might be like.

I… kind of like the idea of Ben and Kylo struggling for control? I need to finish reading TLJ and read TRoS when it comes out, but there are things Kylo does—the almost-gentle banter with Rey, the way he reaches out in TLJ when she’s on Ahch-To, warning her about Palps—that doesn’t make sense from a purely Kylo perspective. I mean, I’m also an angst gremlin who enjoys the idea of Kylo losing more ground to Ben Solo, and having serious identity clashes.

The bond between Rey and Kylo has grown exponentially. Each movie, it gets bigger and more powerful. In TFA, it allowed her to look into his head. And he wasn’t able to really bring himself to hurt her. In TLJ, it bridges impossible distances of space, even so far as transporting physical objects across the distance. And in TRoS, we see that it’s gotten so strong, it literally blocks out the rest of the physical world. You could argue that the darkness in the bond is what’s overshadowing it, but I don’t count it that way. Rey’s surroundings on Pasaana are slowed down and muted, as if only Ren is her focus.

The trio is so drift compatible, it hurts.

The way the trio grabs for each other, though. It was beautiful. Disney may have decided that Poe/Finn wasn’t a thing, which we all know is a damn lie, but this movie ships the OT3 so hard. The way Poe catches Rey as she falls, the way they both turn at almost the same time to look for Finn. The casual touching.

Childish though it was, I did enjoy the “mine’s bigger” joke with Rey’s lightsaber vs Poe’s flashlight.

Rey shows an affinity for Animal Empathy. Ren has used Stasis more than once. I could even argue that there’s been some subtle Battle Meditation going on throughout the series. And I kind of? Like that we’re seeing some of the more obscure and subtle Force powers.

Also? The snakey slow-blink? I love.

Rey seems to have some psychometry abilities. And I love it.

The way Rey says “I’ll be right behind you” isn’t what it sounds like. It has a lot of layers to it. (Just like Han’s “I know” in ESB) It’s declaration of intent (“I’ll handle this”), it’s a request (“Trust me”), and it’s consolation and reassurance (“I’ll be fine.”). The way all that is conveyed with five simple words is. Ugh. My heart.

As Finn gets stronger in the Force, I’m enjoying seeing his instincts kick in. He senses Ren’s approach, which is a nice completion of the parallel to TFA when Ren sensed him as the traitor.

I don’t know who’s read the Rise of Kylo comic, but the way she slices his ship to bring him down is a direct parallel to the shot he made when he escaped the destroyed Temple. (I love all the tie-ins, honestly)

Rey was doing okay with trying to pull the transport down until Kylo stepped in to push her. The most likely scenario is less “force lightning is genetic” (because that’s crap) but more that anger clouded her mind and she already had a direct Force ability going.

When I asked my roommate why she thought Rey couldn’t sense Chewie’s life force, she gave me an interesting theory. Well, a few, but one I think makes a lot of sense. The first was that Chewie was already off-world and thus too far away (later debunked by her sensing him as the Destroyer is in orbit). Or that maybe the transports were shielded against Force Abilities, but given that they’re so rare in this era, I don’t think that’s the case. I agree with my roomie in saying that it’s more likely that Rey burnt out part of her senses and basically put herself in shock due to the feedback of casting a powerful and traditionally dark side ability for the first time.

The first couple of times I watched the movie, the entire Threepio arc bothered me. Why didn’t they just plug him into the navicomputer, the way they’d done before? Why the angst build-up? Then I remembered that they left the Falcon on Pasaana, and it’s possible that L3 is more equipped to talk to Threepio’s forbidden memory banks than a post-TCW era ship that’s almost certainly out of date.

…Zorii and Poe have A Past. I’d put money on them having banged like screen doors in a hurricane at least a few times.

“Who are you hanging out with that spEAKS SITH?!?”

I? love? Babu?

“Does she do that to us?” had me in tears.

Oh my God, the sheer #aesthetic and foreshadowing of her duel with Ren. The red fruit (cherries?) spilling across the floor, the stark color against the too-bright white. The way Vader’s helmet thunks on the ground like a sour note in a song, the way the pedestal shatters with their combined strikes. Vader falling from Ren’s worship (as the truth is revealed that it was Snoke/Palps messing with his mind and he never heard Vader), the dark glass shattering the same way the darkness in Ren dies with him.

Finn is… kind of a gossipy biddy and I love it. The way Jannah hands him the part and he just flat out abandons the work to talk, the body language as he hoists himself up to sit on the ledge. I love it. He’s precious.

I wonder if the Death Star echoes in the Force. So many brutal deaths in those halls. So many restless ghosts.

…okay, I’m not sure how to feel about the dagger lining up with the fallen DS’s architecture. Because like. There’s so many layers to that? That suggests that Palps had the dagger created after Endor/RoTJ. Which suggests that he may have had the Wayfinders created then too (though it seemed pretty comfy in the Vault, so maybe he already had them?) (Also, there was one on Mustafar. Was it planted there? Did Vader know about Exegol? I need more information than this!) And like. The Death Star is sitting in a violent sea. It’s going to degrade eventually. What if the horizon line had changed? What then? It seems flimsy, for all that it was dramatic and cool.

The sheer aesthetic in this movie, though. The symbolism is everywhere. Like Rey taking the skimmer. I love the aesthetic choices of her struggling against these giant, furious waves as a fantastic visual analogy of her struggle against the emotions churning away inside her. And how Despair and Fear and even Anger threaten to overwhelm her and drown her, but she keeps holding tight to that little skimmer the same way she’s clinging to Luke’s teachings and Leia’s love and faith in her. Their belief in her.

“You don’t know what she’s fighting.” “And you do?” I wonder if, as a Force Adept, Finn can sense the bond between Rey and Ren, and that she’s struggling against it. As well as the Palpatine name.

Theory (that may or may not have been explored in the Legends EU): Any place steeped in enough Dark emotion can become a place of visions like the Mirror Cave and Dagobah’s Cave. Rey comes face to face with her worst fear on the Death Star.

Speaking of, I wonder if some small part of Rey enjoyed the vision of her and Kylo as Emperor and Empress. I wonder if that’s where the abject horror comes from.

Speaking of more aesthetic, the on-screen contrast and history of the window where Vader and Luke dueled, and the shot of Palps’ throne over Rey’s shoulder. Sorry not sorry but I’m going to be forever in love with the cinematography in this movie.

Ren seems… almost exasperated that she’s still drawing her saber on him. That has fic potential.

That. Entire. Fucking. Duel. That entire battle. Just… oof. OOF. My heart. It blew everything in me wide open. Looking with the eyes of a writer and SW expert instead of the wide-eyed “my hEaRt!” first reaction, I saw So Much. Like Rey and Ren trading battle stances. IDK if anyone else noticed, and it’s happened before (the throne room battle in TLJ, notably, but also their duel in Ren’s quarters). But here, it’s so clear. They gave and took from each other as they fought, and that broke my heart. It threw me back to KotOR II’s echani battles, and the fight between Sun and Mun in Sense8. Here, unlike TLJ, they weren’t fighting in tandem with each other. This was back and forth. Rey starts out saber up, in what looks like shii-cho. Kylo, like always, starts out in Ataru, with heavy, powerful strikes trying to bludgeon down her defense. Rey switches to an offensive, then to fast, agile strikes holding her lightsaber Ahsoka style. Kylo then switches to shii-cho, and Rey enters Ataru, with the aggressive offensive. The way they switched between each other was fantastic.

Near the end, Rey starts giving up. You can see it. Her movements get sluggish, like she’s just going through the motions. Like she’s so tired of fighting the bond in her head, her reluctant pull to him, like she’s just. So Fucking Tired. She’s resigned.

Kylo Ren dying by his own lightsaber while Ben’s mother called to him. That symbolism. That symbolism, though.

The way he looks around, like he’s in shock. The way the battle just stops, and he’s sitting there, dying. You can see the change in him, as Ben wakes up and Kylo dies. There’s so much shell-shock and disorientation, like someone who’s been asleep for too long, waking up confused. And I’d like to believe that Rey healing him poured not just healing but maybe a little Light into him, and that, along with Leia reaching for him, is what gave Ben the strength to rise over Kylo and overpower him. (See also, my love of internal power struggles)

“I did want to take your hand. Ben’s hand.” Excuse you, I did not sign up for this feels trip.

Rey running away. I have… conflicted feelings on? Did she run away because she was grieving? To escape her own history? Did she run because she gave into the dark and struck down Kylo in anger? Or because she was tempted by Ben?

I know everyone says that Han was just a memory but I prefer to believe that Han’s just too stubborn to be a proper Force Ghost. And Disney and Lucasarts can pry Force Sensitive Han Solo out of my cold dead hands.

Luke, materializing out of the air and catching the saber. My heart screamed. Especially when he chided her (and himself) that a lightsaber deserves more respect.

“Leia didn’t tell me.” I think… I think Leia was trying to, without saying the words, “Rey, you’re a Palpatine.” She said, “Never be afraid of who you are.” And oh, God, that’s something Leia would know. In the EU she struggles with being Anakin’s daughter, with the legacy of Vader hanging over her. She struggles with it so much. And finally comes to terms with it. So if anyone knows what that’s like, it’s going to be her.

"She sensed the death of her son at the end of her Jedi path." So... she had nearly thirty years to plan for it. Yoda says, “Always in motion, the future is.” I don’t believe for a single instant that Leia Organa shrugged her shoulders and said “Welp, guess my kid’s gonna die.”

Luke KNEW Ben would go to Exegol. He knew and no one will ever convince me otherwise. “Take both sabers.” She’d need one for Ben.

I wonder if Lando looks at the Falcon and sees all the little pieces of Han.

So. The arrival order at Exegol threw me for a while. Rey gets there, in Red 5. Using the toasted Wayfinder. Then the Resistance arrives, following her trail. We see Ben arrive in a TIE fighter. But… how? Rey’s trail was given to the Resistance on what I can only imagine is an encrypted wave data burst. We know it was technically given to Lando, so that the people joining the battle could find them. But Ben’s in a TIE fighter. Did he get the message from Lando? Were the coordinates already programmed into the TIE via the Final Order? Did he memorize the path from before (given that he’s a stellar pilot like Han)? Did Rey give it to him?

I hate Palps being a one-trick pony in the movies. We see him in TCW having other abilities, and mad saber skills. But in the movies, his schtick is the same every time: He seduces people to the Dark and makes them feel like they don’t have a choice, usually by dangling, “Look, you can SAVE THEM” in front of everyone. And then once he has them, he keeps them by constantly belittling them and reminding them that there’s nowhere else for them to go, because they burnt all their bridges. (Ex: Vader being reminded of what he did to Padme, and Kylo being reminded via Snoke of his own actions)

WEDGE. WEDGE ANTILLES. WEDGE.

Rey felt Ben’s approach, and you can see the change in her body language.

THAT IS THE MOST HAN SOLO THING I HAVE EVER SEEN AND IT’S NOT EVEN HAN SOLO. Watching the changes in Ben (vs Kylo) is so fucking great. He’s lighter, he’s faster. He skids (Han/Death Star), shoots behind him (Han/TFA), and the Solo Shrug. Ugh. Seeing Leia and Han blended in Ben with the Solo swagger, and Leia’s grace is fantastic.

Also: he looks so Soft. And so much younger.

I wonder if they’re communicating through the bond? He knows she can see him, because he nods at her to give him the saber. And unless I didn’t see correctly, she mouthed/whispered his name. And again, we see the connections between them in the fighting style. They’re still acting and reacting like extensions of each other.

The way they meet, the relief on their faces. Relief that melts into stubbornness and determination. Also, the way they take up their sabers in the same stance, the same expression. It’s delicious.

We were ROBBED of seeing the Jedi around Rey. ROBBED.

I’m STILL SALTY that they weren’t there for Ben (that we can see anyway).

Ben proceeded to completely shatter my heart. When he pulls Rey into his lap, he looks around like he’s waiting for someone to tell him what to do. He’s actively seeking guidance and help. And because we don’t have an in to Ben’s head, we don’t know if someone told him what to do or how to do it, or if anyone comforted him. But we do see his face go from disbelief to despair to acceptance.

The face touch. Stop breaking my damn heart.

When the Core ships arrive, I’m almost positive I saw The Razorcrest and the Ghost. I need to check the disc where I can pause it, but I’d put money on it that I saw them.

The way the trio grabs for each other at the end is more movie-shipping-OT3. Finn holding the two people he loves most in the world, right where he can see them. Poe taking Rey’s hand. They don’t know what happened in the Citadel, but I’m pretty sure Finn can feel how tired Rey is, how wounded she is. And they’re There For Her.

Rey burying the sabers on Tatooine has so many emotions attached to it. Tatooine, where Anakin Skywalker was born of the Force, where Luke spent his formative years. Luke and Leia resting together in the Force, as their student moves on and tries to find her way in the galaxy. And the parallels and tie ins from TFA to now, like Rey building a dual saber from parts of her quarterstaff, the sand sliding, and the OT callback to the protag being silhouetted by the twin suns, were satisfying.

Rey’s saber being yellow is something I find… interesting. If you look at the newer movies, whenever a blue or green saber crosses with a red one, the light sparks and blending of the plasma fields look yellow. And Kyber crystals (in the new canon) aren’t colored. They take on a color when the jedi awakes the force in them. So for her color to resonate yellow as someone balanced in light and dark makes a lot of sense.

I have… Opinions on the surname controversy that I’m still trying to sort through. And I definitely have Opinions on Ben sacrificing himself (mostly that the entire sequel trilogy spent two and a half movies harping on about balance only to kill off half the balance and leave a Force Wound in their protag)

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Was Rise of Skywalker a good movie? Eh. That depends a lot on your criteria.

Was it a successful Star Wars movie? That also depends on your criteria.

But for me, it felt like Star Wars. It felt like an ending to the Skywalker saga. Did I get everything I wanted? No. Am I salty about parts of it? Absolutely. Are there plot holes I could drive a Death Star through? You betcha. Were we robbed of a better, more cohesive movie based on the leaks from JJ’s crew? YUP.

But I found things to enjoy. I got things I wanted (OT3! Force Sensitive Finn! Bendemption! Lando! Hope for the galaxy!), didn’t know I wanted (Master Leia! D-O the anxiety droid! Generals Finn and Poe!), and things I definitely didn’t want.

#star wars #Star Wars Spoilers #Rise of Skywalker #Rise of Skywalker Spoilers #TRoS Spoilers #Episode IX spoilers #Episode Nine Spoilers #Reylo #Rey/Ben #Rey #Ben Solo #I will Cut a Bitch over a Skywalker #Sher does Star Wars #long post #look I have a lot of feelings okay

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Chapter 20

Prologue - Chapt 19 - Chapt 21

Jay had had a field day examining Zane’s new…pet. The bird could remotely connect with him, sending back audio and video. The two had spent a solid half hour – well it could really only be described as playing – with it and learning how it worked. Nya laughed when Zane mixed up its direction and sent Jay flying out of a tree, a spray of snow getting sent up. Cole finally got them to focus long enough to do a search. They trudged along in the now while the bird flew overhead. Zane straightened, a hand on Jay’s shoulder to steady himself.

“The falcon’s found tracks – I think they’re Lloyd’s.” He screwed his eyes shut, concentrating. “There’s signs of the snake. The tracks are odd to say the least.”

Kai tapped his foot in the snow. “What direction, Zane? Where’s Lloyd?” They all stared at him. He lifted his hand, pointing east.

“He’s that way. The falcon’s found what looks like the entrance to a Serpentine Tomb.” They all started forward again, their energy renewed. They would get their youngest back. And they’d get him back soon.

They’d left him in this room hours ago. Well. Maybe not a room. The chamber was circular and barren. Lloyd sat curled over his knees against the wall. He picked at a scraggly root poking through the side, his eyes adjusted enough to see it against the dirt. He was still cold. The snakes had retreated further along the tunnel, promising he’d regret trying to run away, so he was left here, shivering. The odd breeze from outside would worm its way in, and his gi was getting uncomfortably cold and damp. The hissing voices had long since faded away, and he was left alone. All alone.

He’d been alone before. The others hadn’t always lived at the monastery, even before Kai and Nya had shown up. It had been so long…he’d hated it. Just him and his uncle, no one else. No one to talk to or make faces at during meditation, no one to spar with. No one to sneak him out and give him smores and hot dogs in the middle of the forest.

He was five when he found Zane. Uncle had forbidden him from entering the main hall or the courtyard. His world was limited to the training yard and his room, Uncle eating with him on occasion. He’d gotten bored with his latest drill and had snuck away when Uncle had gone to meditate. He snuck into the main hall, heart set on getting to the courtyard. Instead he had run smack into sturdy legs. Anyone else would have been knocked over, but not Zane.

“Hello. I am Zane.”

Lloyd had been confused, and a little bit frightened, by the strange boy. He’d mumbled out a reply, then ran off back to his room. But he’d snuck back the next day. And the next. And by the time Uncle had caught him, Zane was wrapped around his finger. Uncle relented, letting him have the run of the monastery. Meeting Zane brought him security.

Cole had shown up when he was ten. He was tall for his age even then and towered over the younger boy. He’d been moody when he arrived, silently following Uncle through the gate and immediately retreating into one of the empty rooms. Zane had shooed Lloyd away from him, but at that point no one could keep an eye on him all day. He’d managed to corner the boy in the middle of the night, extending a hand and introducing himself. Cole had scowled and walked off with his snack, but he had walked up to Lloyd the next day.

“I’m Cole. Wanna spar?” Lloyd had gotten his butt handed to him that day. What he had in technical training Cole made up for in size and strength. But he pushed him onward. Meeting Cole had brought him strength.

And then came Jay not long after. The boy showed up in as much fanfare as he gave everything else. It was the middle of the day, and Cole had just tossed Lloyd across the yard like a sack of flour. He looked up at a face full of freckles and wild curls. Jay had eagerly introduced himself, and he and Cole were fast friends. Lloyd was confused by his enthusiasm, but it was easy to get swept up in. Jay was mischievous and loved pranks, and that love was contagious. Lloyd caught him rigging a trick slice of cake one night for Cole, and the two were thick as thieves from then on. Meeting Jay had brought him fun.

He sniffed thinking about the others. He was the youngest. Sure, he wasn’t allowed to leave, but…that’d never bothered them. Then Kai had shown up, and Uncle kept sending them out on missions. At least Nya had been there too. Kai might be the master of fire, but no one could burn as fiercely or for as long as one of her grudges. That was why they’d gone out in the first place. Why they’d gone so far.

“Why did we ever leave?” Tears were streaming down his face in full force now. His breath came out in shaky huffs and his nose was running. It’d been so long – he was hungry, and homesick, and – and he just wanted his Uncle and his friends. Cole would wrap him up in a bear hug, they’d eat food made by Zane, and Jay would talk his ear off with worry. Kai would baby him for all of an hour before going back to teasing him, and everything would be good again. “I want to go home.” He whispered.

Voices filtered in from the tunnel, and he wiped his face on his sleeve. He scrambled to stand up – Pythor would want to move immediately to get away from this burrow and to the next one. As the snakes drew closer, Lloyd’s thoughts drifted again to his friends. He hoped they would find him soon.

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infinite-xerath · 5 years

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A Comprehensive List Of Known Ascendants

Aatrox: Said to be among the most powerful warriors among the Ascended, as well as one of the proudest and noblest. His form pre-Darkin is unknown, but the common theory is that he was representative of a Dragon. His weapon of choice was a great-sword, but, like many others, he taught himself forbidden magics during the Great Darkin War. Currently, his essence is bound to his own blade and he is forced to use blood magic to take on mortal hosts in his desperation to escape his fate.

Varus: Once a mortal archer, Varus helped play a huge role in defending Shuriman territory from an Icathian assault, and was the only survivor of this battle. For his loyalty to Shurima, he was chosen to Ascend, but wasn’t particularly well-liked due to his somewhat cruel nature. It’s unknown what form he took or what his role in the Great Darkin War was, but currently, he is bound to his bow and attempting to take control of a host body made from two Ionian lovers.

Rhaast: We know next to nothing about Rhaast’s past, nor even what form he took as an Ascendant. Currently, he his bound to a scythe (presumably his weapon of choice) and trying to take control of the Ionian shadow ninja who wields him.

Nasus: One of the wisest scholars and most brilliant tacticians of the Shuriman empire. Nasus has helped lead Shurima’s army to victory in countless battles, even before his Ascension, which is why he was chosen to undergo the Rite before his death. Nasus’s strategies often focused on minimizing casualties and destruction in conquests for the sake of preserving knowledge to add to his library. After locking his own brother away with Xerath, Nasus went into isolation, and was absent during the Great Darkin War. Recent events in the desert, however, have forced him out of hiding. His form is that of the jackal.

Renekton: A fearsome warrior, and brother of Nasus. Known for his ferocity on the battlefield, Renekton earned a reputation for himself by carrying out his brother’s strategies during conquests. While not initially chosen for Ascension, he was forced to carry his ill brother into the light of the Sun Disc, which many thought would lead to his death. Instead, he took the form of a crocodile and continued to fight in Shurima’s name until the day he sacrificed himself to seal Xerath away. Currently, he serves the Magus Ascendant, who has driven him mad after centuries of torture and lies in the isolated darkness of the tomb.

Azir: The last reigning emperor of the Shuriman empire. While not initially chosen for Ascension, he was convinced to undergo the Rite by his childhood friend, Xerath, and ordered preparations to be made. Xerath betrayed Azir, however, and killed him to take Ascension for himself. Centuries later, though, Azir was resurrected via ancient blood magic, and after saving his descendant from the brink of death, completed his Ascension to take the form of a falcon. Azir currently seeks to rebuild the Shuriman empire.

Xerath: The Grand Magus of Shurima, and also a former slave. He is special among the Ascended in that, in his desperation to usurp his oppressors, he absorbed all the magic of the Sun Disc to Ascend into a being of pure arcane energy. Despite this, though, he was still tricked and locked away for centuries by Nasus and Renekton. Recently, though, Xerath has been released, and aims to use his unrivaled magic and the corrupted Butcher of the Sands (Renekton) to conquer Runeterra.

Setaka: Once the warrior-queen of the Ascended Host, she was respected by all the Sunborn and looked up to as a leader, arguably more-so than the emperor himself. Setaka also possessed a legendary Celestial weapon known as the chalicar, which many of the Ascended coveted during the Great Darkin War. Setaka died while leading her allies against the Void, and her chalicar and remains were both buried in a secluded, secret location for centuries. Her form seems to have been that of a large desert cat.

Horok: Little is known about Horok, aside from the fact that he was the first Ascendant to willingly enter the Void and survive. He used the knowledge he gleaned from staring into the Great Abyss to develop countermeasures against it, such as the Nether Blade and a stone that harnesses the power of oblivion itself. His fate after the war is unknown.

Ta’anari: A warrior Ascendant, whose most noteworthy actions took place during the end of the Great Darkin War. Manipulated by the Aspect of Twilight, he lead his fellow Sunborn into a trap with the recently-recovered Chalicar to end the age of death and bloodshed his kind had caused. His form was that of a great desert cat.

Xuyaan: A warrior Ascendant. He takes the form of a turtle and wields a mighty axe, with which he crippled Ta’anari during the Great Darkin War. He perished in Nerimazeth during the Moonfall.

Shabaka and Shabake: The raven-feathered twins. More than any other Ascended, these two were known for their ability to divine the future through seer-craft. Once regarded as wise sages, these two went mad during the course of the Darkin War, and their final prophecy was a muddled foretelling of the Twilight of the Gods, during which they met their end.

Cebotaru: A warrior Ascendant who took the form of a great wolf. His prowess in battle had once nearly been enough to break the stalemate between the Sunborn and triumph in the Great Darkin War. He perished during the Moonfall at Nerimazeth.

Enakai: A warrior Ascendant who had Ascended alongside Ta’anari. Together, they fought in countless battles, including the Void Invasion. He took the form of a tiger, and perished during the Moonfall in Nerimazeth.

Naganeka: Not much is known of Naganeka. She took the form of a serpent upon Ascending, and while capable of speech, rarely if ever deigned necessary to do so. When she did, she forced one of her blind servants to convey her words for her. She was wounded during the Moonfall in Nerimazeth, but managed to barely escape with her life. It is probable her venom was what transformed Cassiopeia centuries later.

Zigantus: Little is known of Zigantus, other than that he attempted to continue Azir’s legacy after the Fall of Shurima. He perished during the Moonfall in Nerimazeth.

Valeeva: Little is known of Valeeva, aside from that she and her brother fought together during the Great Darkin War, and sought to strike down anyone they perceived as a threat. She perished during the Moonfall in Nerimazeth.

Syphax: A warrior Ascended who took the form of a lizard. Little else is known of him. He perished during the Moonfall in Nerimazeth.

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