#knighthood as religion
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dean objectifies himself so much he's like you like me for my pretty face and my hot bod and that's all I'm good for really. who said that
#devotion.txt#he's not a win for feminism at all. barely respects women. but he also barely respects himself#so I guess it's an equality thing#knighthood as religion
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What exactly kind of brain worms do i have that i'm writimg three stories simultaneously right now and each is about a knights devotion to his king. Why?
May i ask, my brain, my liege, the one that governs my every thought, why do you intend to drag me down this path again and again. Has the devotion not been tested enough when the Knight forfit his life?
When he shunned steed and squire? When he woke up, the dragon slain, the princess saved? Why does he insist on fighting on?
Why can i never let him rest? Throw him against worse monsters and worse? Why can't we ever slow down and revel in the peace we created for ourselves?
The sword was left behind, the other path was taken. The faith has been recinded and still the knight kneels to prove his devotion. Why won't anyone help him up? Stand on his own two feet? Why does it have to end in tragedy? Why is the only way for him to rest in the grave?
These thoughts have gripped me and i write three stories simultaneously.
One about an emerging, a becoming. The boy will be a knight and he will forge himself to be his kings weapon.
One about a knight seen as himself. Utterly devoted and proud, but still only capable to dream about being seen as a knight. Serving the only one who cares for him, trying to nudge and push and further his masters power, so that one day the boy might be called king and he himself seen as his trusted sword. A pact and a demon made of dreams will not change who they are or will become.
And the third, the one i work on the longest... My knight a creature from the realm of fairy tales, his opponents of immeasurable power, a lonely sword, one of many and still valued. He becomes disillusioned with his place in the world tries to trade who he serves for, but never can he eschew his role, become something else, more. He has ample opportunity to take the crown, to swear allegiance to someone else, to follow his own desires and yet the path of utter destruction, the one he will never recover from is the one most tantalizing to him.
My knights are stupid and brave and honorbound and glorious. Never beautiful, never desirable, never deserving of anything good nor bad. They could get what they want but none is capable of taking anything for themselves.
I write about losing your personhood in the act of following your dreams, i write about the harmful ideation that "having to be strong" creates, i write about the inherent romantic notion of never giving up, of slowly, piece by piece unraveling and giving yourself away.
Most of all i write what the tug in my stomache and the stone in my throat make me unable to say...
The question remains... Who am i becoming? Who will i be the next time i look onto my taken path? Why do i want this so badly?
#m9 rambles#Knights#Knighthood#In the gay sense#The gayest#This is about being queer and unable to detangle love from devotion and service from religion
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WEALTH
Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty / verse dependent
Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / lower / destitute / unsure / verse dependent
Education : qualified / unqualified / studying / other
Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet
FAMILY
Children : has a child or children / has no children / wants children / verse dependent
Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased / it’s complicated
Affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable
TRAITS / TENDENCIES
extroverted / introverted / in between
disorganized / organized / in between
close-minded / open-minded / in between
calm / anxious / in between
disagreeable / agreeable / in between
cautious / reckless / in between
patient / impatient / in between
outspoken / reserved / in between
leader / follower / in between
empathetic / unempathetic / in between
optimistic / pessimistic / in between
traditional / modern / in between
hard-working / lazy / in between
cultured / uncultured / in between
loyal / disloyal / in between
faithful / unfaithful / in between
BELEIFS
Faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated
Belief in Ghosts or Spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
Belief in an Afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
Belief in Reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
Religious : orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious
Philosophical : yes / no
SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION
Sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual
Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless
Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless
Potential Sexual Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all
Potential Romantic Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all
ABILITIES
Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
HABITS
Drinking Alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
Smoking : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
Other Narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
Medicinal Drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
Indulgent Food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
Splurge Spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
Gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
TAGGED BY: @fxrtunas
tagging: steal it!
#the call of knighthood; headcanon#watch the flow of battle; dash commentary#having to put it's complicated for his faith#because SE will never let us know how the Bozjans really had religion or if they had one at all#weeps at the bozja lore we'll never get
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!! taehyung
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prince/guard
“give me your hands. i don’t care. give them to me.”
“love, for you, is terrifying. it’s like a religion. no one will want to sleep with you.”
the black stallion gallops in with a billowing cloud of dust. a white blaze streaks down its nose. it tosses its head and stamps impatiently against its bridle, whinnying regally, and its rider dismounts with effortless ease.
"fetch the stableboy," taehyung orders, dropping his leather riding gloves in your hand. you use the other to pick up the horse's reins, hushing it gently to ease it to walk behind his rider.
"the stableboy is otherwise occupied, my lord."
he scoffs, spinning on his heel to stare defiantly up at you. "not much of a knight, are you, then? handling the animals is below your station. remember that you represent my family – to see a member of the kingsguard stoop so low as to take his prince's horse would be an embarrassment to all of us."
"would you have preferred that i refuse to take your gloves, my lord?"
"that's not what i—" he purses his lips. his eyes flicker down to your lips, the slightest smidge of a smirk gracing them, and he leans in.
he brushes a speck of dust off your white cloak. his fingers linger a little too long on the intricate golden clasp, shaped like a rose, fastening the cloak to your armour.
a pretty sneer curls his lip. "still your tongue, guard, or i'll do it myself." he turns and strides away.
you watch him go with an unreadable expression. the horse tosses its head and snorts, as contemptuous as his rider, and you stroke the softness of the white blaze down his nose.
"you still don't get along all that well, do you?" you murmur, leading the stallion towards the castle stables. "two stubborn individuals with egos bigger than a dragon. i'm surprised you haven't yet thrown him. perhaps it's a feeling of kinship?"
the servants scurry around you, wide eyes following your figure as you sweep an easy path through them – they part like flesh beneath your sword. fear and awe lower their stares to their feet.
the stable-hands and their master surround a chestnut mare, aiding her through a difficult birth. a young boy's dark head shoots up at your entrance and his eyes widen, rushing over to take the prince's horse. he apologises rapidly and fervently, and offers to take the gloves.
you glance down at them. "no, thank you," you decide, giving the horse one last pat. "between you and i, i believe the prince can take care of his own gloves, for once."
you bow your head in farewell just as the foal slips out. it breathes. the mother lifts her head with universal relief.
the stableboy peers around the horse to admire the way the white cloak burns bright like a star against the drab browns and greys. his grip tightens on the reins – one day, he'll be a part of the kingsguard, too.
taehyung is snappish when you arrive in his chambers, arms crossed. his long dark curls bounce with each movement as if to expel his annoyance. he is dressed in his evening white-and-gold finery, which is a complete diversion from his preferred blues and blacks. "you certainly took your time."
"apologies, my lord. i see you managed to get dressed by yourself," you quip.
he uncrosses his arms and his calf-length longvest falls open over his bare chest and stomach. he lifts his hands with an inviting smirk, long-lashed dark eyes roguishly flirtatious. "well, not entirely, sir..."
you step closer, the clink of steel plates softer than others. where they flaunt their knighthood and status as part of the elite kingsguard, clanking around noisily to herald in their entrance, you understand what it means to protect the only heir to the throne. taehyung picked you out himself from the handful of hopefuls – you had seen war and knew how to fight like a soldier, rather than as a nobleman.
if you were to be the last line of defence between him and a killer, he would prefer it be done without the ridiculous sword-spinning.
he hums softly as your callused fingers skim over his unblemished skin, pushing the luxurious cloth down his bare shoulders. you pick up his white shirt, which boasts delicate sewn designs in the hem and stiff collar.
"you are far too old to require my help with your buttons," you tease, fixing his collar, "and you are already late. the princess must feel terrible."
"and yet, you do not hurry," he whispers, his gaze trained on the side of your face as you smooth his longvest over his chest and cinch the waist with his belt. the stiffened leather shoulders emphasise his angular jawline and soft pink cupid's bow. "alright. i can do the rest myself."
he reaches for his jewellery box. you place your hand atop his, keeping the carved wooden lid shut. his mouth opens, but your words come out first.
"allow me, my lord," you request, and he doesn't lean away when your lips near his. the sweetness of his breath warms your cheek and you smile as your trace the outline of his chin with a knuckle. "have you been stealing honeycakes from the kitchen, again?"
he huffs. "i'll be barely able to eat once we get there. it isn't much of a marriage feast if there's no feasting involved – though i suspect our guests will enjoy a plentiful supper."
you reach for his hand, his heavy gold signet ring grasped between three fingers. he recoils from it, and you sigh.
"prince, this is not up for discussion. your blood was fated to rule – show them what a kind and just king does for his people. history books will call you 'the peaceful' and you will wear it with pride. you must marry the girl and secure your claim to the throne. it is for all our sakes." you take his hand in your own. its softness never fails to inspire awe in you – you must take care of him. his touch must never become like yours. "this is the way of things, my darling. i understand this. you must, as well."
his face crumples. the mask of arrogance cracks, and beneath, all that remains is a boy who loves too hard and too much. you were never meant for him, no matter how hard he tries to will it so.
"but i don't love her." his voice falters. "i love you. after tomorrow, i will no longer be yours alone."
you stroke his soft hands, his thin artist's fingers. rarely have they held a sword, and you will keep it that way. "once you are king, you can do whatever you wish – and lay with whoever catches your eye. if that includes me, i promise that i won't disappoint."
he presses his cheek to your shoulder, closing his eyes. he wishes the cold steel breastplate, decorated with his family's insignia, was not in the way.
he pulls away, placing a hand on your chest to stop you from closing the gap. his gaze drops, though he lifts his head. "stop making a joke out of this," he mutters, and his eyes flicker up to yours. "it's not so simple. my hands are tied to this crown – my life is chained to it. soon enough, my father will drop a war on me, and these hands will be stained in innocent blood spilt because i am too much of a coward to give my own."
"are you telling me that because you believe your reign is destined for war and ruin, you're not allowed to love?"
he takes his hands and pulls them to his chest, rubbing his knuckles as he turns and approaches an arched window. the last dregs of daylight are fading quickly into blue. "i'm saying that you shouldn't dirty your white cloak with the blood i will draw, and that keeping a king alive during war is rather difficult, especially when feelings are involved. it's better if we stopped this – all of this. from dawn, you will be my guard, and nothing more."
"give me your hands."
taehyung tries to slip out of your grasp, but he does not try very hard, and easily accepts your embrace. he leans back against your chest, watching silently as you slip your fingers between his. he sighs, tugging them away. "darling..."
"i don't care. give me your hands."
at last, he allows you to take them and settle his gold signet ring over his knuckle. you bring it to your lips.
"you really love me so much?" he wonders, clasping your hand to his heart. he bumps his lips against it with wistful regret. "you'd die for love, wouldn't you?"
"would you have me any other way?" you reply gently. he smells like roses, and his boots are smeared with tiny streaks of golden pollen and dusted with red dirt. "if you believe that your hands are tainted, mine are filthy. when i took my oaths, i vowed before the gods that i would serve the king faithfully until my last breath; i intend to keep that promise, my lord. if you believe i will serve you best without another word spoken between us, then i shall cut out my tongue. if you would rather see me dead than laying with another, then i will carve my heart from my chest."
he gazes at you with something akin to admiration, and a smudge of curiosity passes over his features. he does not pull away. he does not fear you, but that little part of you – that which would slaughter armies to return to him – sends rows of tiny spikes up his spine. "and that is how you love?"
"forever and always, my darling."
"then love, for you, is terrifying." the wealthy gilded edges of his words flake like rust, and the commoner's tongue has never come from such sweet lips. "it's like a religion. no one will ever want to sleep with you."
"no one else, perhaps," you admit. "but as long as you, prince, are the one to warm my bed... then i find little harm in loving so fully."
taehyung turns his head, and his dark hair tickles your jaw. "swear to me. swear to me that you'd rather die than love another."
"i swear it." you rest your forehead against his, and his fluttering breath is warm against your cheek. "i will be yours for the rest of time, and the throes of death will take me before another lover's. my last breath, darling prince, will be against your lips."
#taehyung#kim taehyung#taehyung x male reader#kim taehyung x male reader#taehyung x reader#bts x male reader#bts x reader#kpop x male reader#x male reader#male reader#m!reader#1k event
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i know people mostly take note of jaime being associated with the warrior & the maiden because of the whole huge gender extravaganza that is going on with j/c/b but i love how he also seems to be strongly connected to the stranger throughout the text. other than all this, he has the death motif (death of the boy, scythe sword chops hand/rebirth, aerys, ilyn the executioner, the bear, stoneheart, cersei, hooded figures in his dreams, the ghosts etc) along with the emphasized dance with death thing. when he refers to himself as “a stranger in my own house,” in the next few chapters he gifts oathkeeper to brienne and aids her in working against his family’s interests, the major color symbolism shift starts: crimson/gold vs white, and frees tyrion which leads to the death of his father and the head of his house (he told the corpse. “The blood on his hands as much as… Tyrion’s.” The blood on his hands as much as mine, he meant to say.) and i think we can all guess what else is coming when it concerns jaime embodying the stranger in the future. i like that cersei “all the time was the stranger” to jaime, and he comes to that epiphany and continues diverging from her, and he “has become” it for cersei, but she is not aware of it, like she doesn’t think he means her death. and i am sure it is meant to be loaded that the character who is the primary deconstruction of knighthood/the kingsguard in the series also embodies the stranger (he certainly fulfills the role of executioner & judgement in some form, and i do like these layers when it comes to the medieval narrative of “it is ‘god’ who shall judge tyrants, not anyone else” which can also serve as a tool for class stratification, and avoiding the precedent of sovereignty being challenged. it is touched on in different ways in the text) but i dont have my thoughts together enough about this lol. we do know george is an agnostic:
"I suppose l'm a lapsed Catholic. You would consider me an atheist or agnostic. I find religion and spirituality fascinating. I would like to believe this isn't the end and there's something more, but I can't convince the rational part of me that that makes any sense whatsoever. [...] And as for the gods, l've never been satisfied by any of the answers that are given. If there really is a benevolent loving god, why is the world full of rape and torture? Why do we even have pain?”
his view is verbatim jaime’s argument: “If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?” and the whole conversation parallels brienne’s statement: “Jaime Lannister murdered the rightful king […] Where were the gods then? The gods don’t care about men…”
but george is absolutely not a nihilist in any way, so i think much of it is about placing human agency at the center of all this, and it is some kind of discussion when it comes to karmic or divine intervention. he is half a corpse too. a man is a man, not god. and a man is “whatever he chose.” it is man who acts, not gods.
#theres also that ‘no one’s cousin no one’s sworn sword no one’ etc passage in asos#jaime lannister#cersei praying to the stranger and begging for jaime to come…. sigh#and i do think it works even better if jaime’s kill remains a grey act#and more complex than the aerys situation#bc again its not about karma or divine intervention and divine justice or whatever#it is about human beings making choices#idk how emotional he is gonna be bc i assume it will be by the time his children are dead too on top of everything else
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But you can be my forest love,
and me your forest lass
- ASOS, Arya IV
I’m very happy to announce I’ll be hosting Book Gendrya Month from the 1st - 31st of August 2023. As the title suggests this will only involve Arya & Gendry’s relationship and their characters from the books. I hope you will join me in sharing your gifs, fanfics, meta’s, art,etc. I would only ask that you refrain from using the show actors.
Please use the #bookgendryamonth2023 tag so I can find your work.
Prompts:
Trust
Loyalty
Parents
Red Comet/ Weirwood Stumps
Realities of War
Quick vs. Strong
Harrenhal
Romantic Tropes
Historical/TV/Film/Book Parallels
Arya’s Pack
Religion/Magic
Vengeance vs. Justice
Class Differences
Brotherhood
Parallels
Acorn Hall
Jealousy
Anti Parallels
Guilt
Inn at the Crossroads
Soft/Humorous moments
Disillusionment with Knights/Knighthood 
History Rhymes but does not Repeat
Reunion Speculation
War for the Dawn/TWOW
End Game Speculation
Modern AU
Different Fictional World AU
Historical AU
Canon Divergence AU
Free Choice
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Kilgharrah calls for Merlin two weeks after Morgause's siege, Merlin hadn't known he could do that but he answered the Dragon's call anyway, curious.
At least Camelot's re-introduction to Magic was going well, as was Morgana's penance, she found comfort in helping Gaius with his rounds, apologizing for her actions under Morgause and tending those with illnesses or injuries. Gwen often helped her with Percival, Leon or Elyan trailing behind them.
Sometimes Merlin and Lancelot joined them but they were often called to Arthur's Council room to help with Magical issues, Lancelot for advice and Merlin to unravel whatever had been done.
As it was, Lancelot was on patrol with Gwaine and Leon to make sure the Druids and Outer Villages were aware that having and practicing certain Magics was no longer punishable by death.
"Merlin." Kilgharrah greeted when Merlin arrived.
"What did you want, Kilgarrah?" Merlin asked.
"I have long since thought I was the last of my kind, I was wrong, I have found an egg in a distant region." Kilgharrah said.
"That's great, I can't wait to meet them." Merlin grinned up at the golden Dragon.
"And meet them you shall, for only a Dragonlord can call a Hatchling from their egg." Kilgharrah informed him, "It will take several days to get there."
"Oh." Merlin said, "Let's go then."
Kilgharrah nodded and bent down for Merlin to climb upon his back, then they leapt into the sky, on their way.
Most of the flight was quiet, Merlin taking his sleep in Kilgharrah's claws to avoid falling to his death when night came.
"While I have you here, I want to ask if you can breath fire on another Sword?" Merlin asked.
"And why would I do that, in the wrong hands it can do great harm." Kilgharrah reminded him.
"I want to give it to Lancelot." Merlin admitted.
"Ah." Kilgharrah said as he landed, "You wish to court the knight."
"No, yes, I mean, we've been courting, ever since he first arrived in Camelot." Merlin blushed a little.
"It'd be an anniversery gift, for his Knighthood." Merlin explained.
"He has not been a knight very long." Kilgharrah said as they approached a small cave.
"Not his Camelot Knighthood, his Old Religion one." Merlin climbed Kilgharrah's foreleg to get to the opening of the cave, too small for Kilgharrah to fit.
"So, he is a Knight of the Old Code."
Merlin nodded and looked up at Kilgharrah, "Please?"
Kilgharrah nodded, "Very well, a Knight who can swear the Old Oath of Knighthood is rare indeed. Bring me a blade and I will temper it with my flame."
"Thank you." Merlin hugged Kilgharrah's side before entering the cave to find the egg.
It was hidden behind a handful of enchantments that Merlin gently detangled. The egg was a soft blue with purple streaks through it. Merlin picked it up with great care and walked back to Kilgharrah.
"Now you call the Hatchling forth by speaking their name." Kilgharrah instructed.
Melin let his eyes close and searched for the name of the Dragon, only, he was hearing two names.
"Elpis, Efrosyni." Merlin called and opened his eyes to the cracking of the egg, smiling as two little tails flopped out.
"I have never witnessed a twin pair of Dragons." Kilgharrah said in awe as Merlin coaxed the two little ones into his arms, "Which is which?"
Merlin looked at Kilgharrah, "The blue is Elpis, her name means hope, and the purple is Efrosyni, her name means joy. It suits them."
Merlin giggled as Elpis nipped at his fingers.
"We'd better get back to Camelot." Merlin said, " Lancelot should be back by now."
"You will have to keep the Hatchlings with you, I have other places to search, and I am much too old to keep up with young Dragons." Kilgharrah told Merlin.
"Okay." Merlin said as he tucked the two Hatchlings into his shirt, against his chest, figuring the tiny Dragons would appriciate his warmth.
Within moments the Hatchlings were asleep against his chest, hatching was hard work.
"We should feed them when they wake up." Merlin said.
"Yes, but they will sleep for the trip to Camelot, hatching can be a tiring process." Kilgharrah said as he lifted Merlin up to his back.
Merlin cast a small heating spell to keep the winds' chill from his Hatchlings and hummed a lullaby his Mother had sang to him as a child.
Eventually Camelot came into view and Merlin parted ways with Kilgharrah after he kindly caught a deer for the twins' first meal, laughing at the face Merlin made when he learned he'd have to half chew their meet for a few weeks, luckly they would not come to harm from cooked meat since a Dragon would often roast their food with their fire.
High on energy from the meal Elpis and Efrosyni jumped and danced around Merlin as he walked back to the Castle, climbing up onto his shoilders as he reached the lower town from the forest.
"Where have you been, Merlin?!" Lancelot yelled as Merlin entered the courtyard, the Knights of the Round Table geared up for what was probably meant as a rescue for Merlin.
"Are those Dragons?" Gwen squealed, "They're so cute."
The group looked at the two Hatchlings.
"So, Lancelot is like most of impulse control, I may or may not have gone off with an Elder Dragon to hatch two baby Dragons." Merlin admitted.
Lancelot looked at the two Dragonlings and they stared back.
Lancelot sighed, "Sire, we're going to need a bigger room."
"We?" Merlin asked.
Lancelot smiled as he took Merlin's hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
"We." Lancelot confirmed.
Elpis chirped and glided over to Lancelot's shoulder.
"Hello, you." Lancelot scratched her head.
"Her name is Elpis, but she likes being called Ellie." Merlin told him, "And this little mischief maker is Efrosyni, Effie for short." Merlin cuddled Effie against his cheek.
"Hope and Joy." Morgana said softly, "Very good names for a new beginning."
"If they eat anyone..." Arthur trailed off unsure how to end the threat as Gwen and Morgana both stepped forward to coo at the Hatchlings, "Why is this my life?"
"Well, it's never boring." Gwaine offered, as Ellie sneezed and let of a burst of sparks.
"We'll get Gaius and Geoffery to look up fireproofing spells." Elyan said and pulled Percival along with him.
"But I wanted to pet the Dragon." The knight whined, even as he let himself be pulled along.
Eventually Lancelot, Merlin and the two Hatchlings would be settled in one of the towers, which was great once the two started flying, they could come and go as they pleased, Merlin too, once he learned how to change his shape.
But for now Merlin lets Lancelot pull him into his rooms amd tucks the two Hatchlings between them, laying a heating spell on the blankets to make the Dragonlings comfy. In the morning Langelot would watch with disgust as Merlin chewed Ellie and Effie's food for them but would do the same at the dinner they shared with Arthur and the other knights.
He had chosen Merlin, just as the man had chosen him and if a life with Merlin involved Dragon Hatchlings and and half chewed meat then so be it.
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A/n: is this an excuse for Merlin and Lancelot to raise baby dragons? Yep.
For those that care Merlin's gone like a week or so without telling anyone.
The names come from Greek.
Elpis — Hope
Efrosyni — Joy, mirth
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i'm at a bit of a standstill with the ring-kissing fic so y'all are gonna hear me ramble about hob gadling and dream and arthurian knighthood for a minute because man. man!!!
i mean. the ring-kissing fic is not a straight-up arthuriana AU but nevertheless
hob gadling is... THE knight errant, errant as in erring from the proper course AND errant as in adventure-seeking!!!
he's exactly the sort of knight of the round table malory was writing about. malory shows us that the knights are imperfect, flawed, perpetually a moment away from committing questionable or outright cruel acts. like, the irony of camelot and arthur and the round table being held up as paragons of morality and chivalry is my FAVORITE THING because these characters are RIFE with moral grey. the fabric of the round table is continually threatened by the knights' own failings. they are kept in check only by the strictures of virtue and courteisie, these ideals of courtly love that they are held to and yet often do not achieve
and then you get into how howard pyle sort of transformed this entire concept of the morally grey round table to cherrypick "moral" values and ideals of uprightness and chivalry to shape young men in the 1900s, and how the story mutates into this idealization of the round table and knighthood, but i digress
i remember reading a paper ages ago (wish i could find it now, but have no recollection at all what it was called or who it was by) about how the round table and the mythologization of camelot, the codification of chivalric social norms, was a response to not knowing quite what to do with the medieval soldiering/knightly class in society when they were not at war, how to keep their power in check and maintain an orderly society, because there was this fear that these men would not have anywhere to put their energy and would resort to violence/social unrest so religion and courtly love were used to create ideals for the warrior class to follow
and like... that is the most hob gadling energy ever, honestly??? like he's so representative of that thing that was feared in society. mercenary hob, brute force hob, full of fire energy and zest for life that cannot be contained, becoming perhaps over the years more refined, or sublimating those aspects of himself, but never losing the imperfection in him that always sways him toward some sort of moral failing
i mean. hob is the knight who would attempt the grail quest and not achieve the grail in part or, maybe more aptly, because he doesn't believe he will achieve it and understands himself to be fundamentally flawed. hob is the knight who wanders the forest in a hair shirt and never fully manages atonement but is always, perpetually striving toward it
so like, a whole aspect of this fic is the fact that hob is sort of having this experience of revelation in dream's realm, being in the dream lord's presence, that he doesn't feel entirely deserving of and has to grapple with having experienced and packing that eldritch transformative experience back into the waking world
and then there's the whole fact that dream himself (like arthur) is also fundamentally flawed. he suffers the tragic flaw of excessive pride. he is an idea and he is an ideal in his own right, but he often falls short of his own personal standards for his kingdom and is perpetually self-castigating. dream isn't The Grail, he provides revelation but he is also on his own hero's journey fumbling toward moral betterment and and and
yeah, i don't know, i am just Feral about this thanks @queerofthedagger
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Today's 3H worldbuilding headcanon of the day:
How do the countries in 3H insult one another? Because as we all know, establishing how different groups insult and dehumanize one another in-universe is very important to worldbuilding.
Anyway.
First and most obvious types of insults would be animal-based insults, with each nation having their associated mascot animals. Adrestia gets "vulture," Faerghus gets "rabid/rabid cats/rabid kitties," and Leicester gets "snakes in deer's skin," with the implication being snakes = reptiles = wyverns = Almyrans = Leicesterians may as well be Almyran (barbarian, heathen, etc)
Second would be food-based insults. Includes both stuff about stereotypical cuisine (whichever region has surströmming would get "rotten fish breath") and mocking about food security. Ex: "Go munch on cattle feed"
Third, mocking accents and language. I guess the extent(?) of this one depends on whether you headcanon the nations as having different languages; I do, personally. And I expect most of it would mock the vernacular tongue used by commoners, rather than the posh ones used by nobles.
Fourth, accusations of sexual degeneracy, through exaggerations and distortions. Adrestians get "daughter-pimpers," in reference to the Imperial harem. Faerghans get "page-fuckers," in reference to the whole knighthood thing. Leicesterians get "cuckolds," with the obvious implication being that Almyrans fuck their women. (Also they probably have a myriad of creative ways to call each other gay, but that's just true so)
Finally, religion-based insults, frequently tied to big historical events in the continent. The War of Heroes would be a great fodder for those in the south to call northerners "descendants of sinners/dirty blood" or something along those lines. Meanwhile, the Official Church Lore™ claiming that the Elites and Nemesis were also given their Crests and Relics by the goddess would make them call southerners "second choice" or "half-baked" for supposedly being chosen but not even having Relics. (The exact wording would be a lot ruder of course)
There are probably insults for people considered too religious as well, albeit the origins and usage would be far more recent compared to the above. "Hrym zealots/terrorists" for those from the Empire, referencing the rebellion that got the Southern Church exiled. "Rhodos zealots/terrorists" for those from the Kingdom (especially the western part), referencing all the stuff Western Church was up to during canon. I... don't think there would be an equivalent for people from the Alliance though, the Eastern Church seems too weak to foster a strain of religious extremism that is both distinctly associated with Leicester and considered a threat to other Fódlanis*. But Leicester does get hit with extra pagan/heathen and "fake believer" accusations, again due to their proximity to Almyra + Alliance lords politicking
(*"other Fódlanis" is the key phrase, Adrestians and Faerghans wouldn't care if Leicesterians did religiously-motivated attacks on Almyrans or w/e. But Western Church or Southern Church causing chaos within their own countries would be a great excuse to point fingers.)
And obviously the funniest(?) part is that if non-Fódlanis learned of all this, they'd just go "that's crazy, you guys all seem the same to us though." It's always groups that have 90% of things in common saying the nastiest shit to each other, whether that's because they can't stand the 10% difference or because they hate looking in a mirror.
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love that dean canonically is the best lay of every woman he sleeps. invented being a degenerate people pleaser and caregiver
#devotion.txt#the kids are alright#he’s literally . made for your pleasure lmao#knighthood as religion
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i'm doing a little introspection as to why the concept of knighthood draws me in so greatly. so far, i've got this: it's a code which all different kinds of people can choose to follow, no matter their origin - and it's traditionally masculine, of all things - which highlights the best traits of human beings. it's such a protective, pure, benevolent form of humanity, and masculinity in some cases. the concept of wishing to serve rather than to lead, of doing things for no reward other than a warmed heart, of deferring to those physically weaker and with less power than you, of helping complete strangers. of showing respect to all, especially the ostensibly weak. in its truest form, knighthood is the best in people. it's quiet heroism. it's unconditional kindness. knighthood is angelic, but within reach. rather than being linked to the divine, something beyond human comprehension, and rather than being a product of religion, it just is. it's human, it's natural, it's attainable. there are no further conditions beyond simply believing in benevolence and other people and the world. at any rate, the imagery of knights bathed in golden light or with halos or angelic wings goes absolutely crazy lel
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I was just reading through some old "So Spake Martin" responses and saw that GRRM had said "Those who follow the old gods can be the northern equivalent of knights, but it's not quite the same". Seeing as in early AGOT Bran dreamed of becoming a knight, this seems kind of contradictory. Should we just take this as a child being unrealistic? Or is it a normal thing for Northerners to convert to the Seven just so they can become knights?
OK, so there's a couple different things to keep in mind here:
first, Bran is the child of a mixed-religion marriage. Ned follows the Old Gods, Catelyn follows the Seven, and Ned being a tolerant sort has allowed Catelyn to build a small sept and have a septon and septa on hand so that her children would be raised in both religious traditions. So it's totally understandable that Bran would dream of being a knight, because there's a close link between the ideals of chivalry and the Faith of the Seven.
second, converting to the Seven is not the only way to become a knight - there's also being knighted by the king. During the Greyjoy Rebellion, King Robert made a number of northerners knights as rewards for bravery in battle, such as Jorah Mormont and probably Rodrik Cassel as well. And then there's Ser Bartimus at White Harbor, who's a knight who follows the Old Gods who was probably knighted for bravery during Robert's Rebellion.
third, there are non-Seven versions of the knighthood oath that can be administered, such as the Brotherhood Without Banner's oath.
fourth, then there's the social/military category of Northern cavalry. This is essentially a standard of military training and equipment which is equivalent to that of a knight, similar to being a man-at-arms. Northern nobility are trained to this standard, similar to their southern counterparts, but they also maintain and are expected to bring a certain number of "sworn sword" with them when the banners are called.
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Spoilers for Nimona and TW for Christianity & Catholicism mentions
Heads up: This post contains a lot of Christianity talk, and I know that’s not for everyone, and I also don’t want this to be taken as some attempt at proselytizing; I simply resonated with this reading of the story as a queer Christian myself and I wanted to share.
Tl;Dr, Ballister is a Queer Unitarian Christian and we love that for him and the story is about how he and his Genderfluid Satanist daughter destroy the pope and the catholic church together.
Here’s a reading of Nimona I haven’t seen yet:
While the story of Nimona (the character) is about transphobia and how fascistic and discriminatory governments often are willing to kill entire populations simply to kill “the monster”,
Here’s a way I read Nimona as a Transfem Pansexual Christian Anarchist:
The story of Knighthood being Christianity, the institute being the organized Catholic church.
We see two opposing knights, a black knight (black sheep ref for sure), and a golden one. Both queer, and in this reading, both Christians. Both pushed by the institution and “brainwashed” as Nimona says, into dogmatic belief. The status of being a knight is the allegory for being a Christian.
The moment the institution turns their back on one queer, the golden queer turns his back on him as well; he cuts his arm off in the reaction, and spends most of the first half of the movie hunting him to throw him in prison or kill him. The organized religion has actively turned the queer lovers against each other.
Throughout the movie, Ballister maintains his knighthood. He maintains his practices, his belief systems, and his desire for honor, justice, etc. At first he tries to justify his hatred of the director but not the institute, and then becomes disillusioned with the organization as a whole, at one point considering abandoning the religion and leaving with Nimona. Nimona tells him, functionally, that he’s a good person. And if he can be a good person and still be a knight, then others can as well. Nimona never encourages him to abandon his core beliefs, even when the organization is very obviously corrupt, because there isn’t anything inherently harmful or even necessarily untrue about his yearning for knighthood; only his reliance on the structure of the state as a means to acquire it.
Ballister’s story to me reads as a queer Christian, abandoned by the church and other queers who sought acceptance from said church. He maintains his Christian faith but learns to exist without the structure of the church, even hybridizing many of his beliefs with those of other systems; he even hangs out with someone who is frequently depicted as a monster and a dragon, who has been cast out from the land: Nimona being an allegory here for anything the church considers evil, and to some extent, satanism as a concept (which is not inherently evil even from a Christian standpoint, instead it is hated because it is misunderstood by many).
But yea Ballister is Unitarian and we love him and I refuse to read Ballister as a cop like some others might do because Ballister is actually perfect in every way and acab
#Nimona#Christianity#Transgender#Trans Rights#Gender Fluid#Genderfluid#Nonbinary#Queer#Christian Anarchism#Anarchist#Ballister#Ballister Boldheart#Netflix#Catholicism#Unitarian#Unitarianism
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Now targ stans are arguing the andal and first men were worst and they did colonising first and forced their religion on the rest of the kingdoms 🤣🤣🤣😭😭😭
Hmm let's see.
The First Men were a primitive race that crossed the Arm of Dorne and settled in Westeros, which was mostly occupied by the Children of the Forest. They had their own religion and had their own runic language. They were technologically advanced compared to the Children of the Forest. They wielded Bronze Weapons, Rode on Horseback, and had great leather shields. In the midst of their settlements, they started chopping up the Weirwood Trees which were sacred to the Children of the Forest, which lead to war between both races.
The First Men had their Bronze Weapons, whereas the Children of the Forest had their Magic, Greenseers and Wood Dancers (Warriors of the Children of the Forest) The Children used Dark Magic to flood the Arm of Dorne,which eventually formed the Step Stones.
Tired by the fighting, The First Men and The Children formed a pact in the Isle of Faces that ensured peace between both factions. The Children will get to keep the Forests and the First Men will keep the rest of Westeros and they would stop chopping down the Weirwood Trees. This peace pact lead to Four Thousand Years of Friendship between both factions. Eventually, The First Men took to Worship the Weirwood Trees themselves and began Worshipping the Children's Old Gods too. The Children also taught the First Men on how to use Ravens for long distance communication.
It was until the Long Night and the Coming of the Others (White Walkers) where the First Men and the Children of the Forest had to unite to fight off the threat that threatened their existence. Northern Legends state that the Last Hero, desperately sought the Children of the Forest for aid. The Combined efforts of the First Men and the Children of the Forest and other races, such as the Giants, in what was called The Battle for the Dawn where the Others were driven away and the Wall was erected by the First Men (Brandon the Builder) The Children and Giants to separate the Horrors of the Lands of Always Winter from the rest of Westeros, and the Night's Watch was formed to man the Wall.
Coming to Andals, the reasons for their coming to Westeros varies. Some sources state that they were lead to the land by their religion, The Faith of the Seven, promising them Kingdoms in the foreign land. However, the Maesters believe that the Andals fled Essos to escape the growing pressure of Valyrian Dominion of Essos. Who conquered cities and took slaves.
The Andals were the first new people to arrive after the Pact was made. They were even more technologically advanced, carrying steel weapons and armour. They fought against the Children of the Forest AND their First Men allies. The Andals slaughtered the Children of the Forest and chopped down their Weirwood Trees, believing them to be abominations.
The Andals were a conquering people, but they were greatly outnumbered by the First Men of Westeros. In order to consolidate their control, the Andal warlords and kings often married the wives and daughters of the defeated First Men kings. Although most of the First Men eventually converted to the Faith of the Seven, godswoods with heart trees were retained in many castles to prevent religious wars. An exception to the spread of the Faith is the Iron Islands, where the native worship of the Drowned God was adopted by the invading Andals.
The Andals introduced writing, as before that time the First Men only used runes for carving on stone. Everything since written about the Age of Heroes, the Dawn Age, and the Long Night originates from stories written down by septons. The Andals also introduced weapons of steel. Knighthood and chivalry spread through most of Westeros, especially in the Reach.
Eventually, through Centuries of Intermarriage, most of the Inhabitants of Westeros weren't Pure Andal or First Men, excluding the North, which successfully repelled every Andal Invasion, thanks to the Kings of Winter, House Stark.
However the only downside was the Dwindling Populations of the Children of the Forest, who almost completely got wiped out because of the War. They had to retreat back to far north and beyond the wall where they hide.
House Targaryen already had an entire Island for their own. They had Dragonstone. They could peacefully live out their days in Dragonstone, but they didn't. They Literally see themselves as Demi Gods ("The Targaryens are closer to Gods than most men") because they could control Dragons. Beasts that they tamed through centuries of Dark Magic and Blood Sacrifice and Inbreeding. They belonged to a civilization that thrived on Slavery. They forced their slaves to work in Volcanic Mines until they burnt to death, just so that they can have their precious ores. They performed horrific experiments on their slaves, sewed animal parts into them and turned them into Chimeras.
Instead of learning their lesson which was the Doom of their Ancestral land, Old Valyria, they got greedy and they had to Raze an entire continent to the ground and subjugate other houses because of their "God Complex".
A few petty wars between Squabbling Houses is no way comparable to the wroth that the Targaryen unleashed on Westeros.
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hear ye hear ye — the riverlands welcomes the commander of the king's landing city watch, ruling lord royce caron of nightsong. king matthos baratheon is glad that the thirty - seven year old appears to be steadfast and he shall overlook that it’s said they are also obtuse, as long as they are glad to celebrate peace in the seven kingdoms. fortunately for them, matthos remains oblivious that they are happy with his reign.
i. background.
full name: royce caron ( previously storm ).
commonly goes by: roy.
epitaph: the bastard of nightsong.
official title: knight of the seven kingdoms (c. 279), ruling lord of nightsong and lord of the marches (c. 284), commander of the king's landing city watch (c. 293).
age: thirty seven.
birth date: tba !
gender + pronouns: cis man + he/him.
orientation: unfortunately heterosexual.
allegiance: house baratheon, house caron.
spoken language: the common tongue.
religion: the faith of the seven; particularly faithful to the smith and the warrior.
ii. appearance.
faceclaim: kingsley ben-adir.
eye color: black.
hair color: black, with plenty of gray peeking in around the curls, hair is always kept short, near buzzed; his beard is scruffy, and trimmed weekly so it does not grow further.
remarkable markings: he has several scars from his time in the battlefield, besides one on his shoulder from when he got knicked by a sword during the greyjoy rebellion, and a few facial scars ( more notably, one just under the side of his left eye and one hook-shaped on his right cheek, remaints of a bad jousting injury in his youth ).
dominant hand: right.
height: 6'3"
build: muscular.
iii. personality.
virtues: x
vices: x
weapon of choice: long sword, has yielded a war hammer in his days.
moral alignment: x
inspired by: rolland storm; owain, jasper and henry tudor; charles brandon, duke of suffolk, tba.
common tropes: tba.
iv. relationships.
parents: ronnet caron + maris.
siblings: renyse and utp caron ( younger half - sisters ).
relationship status: widowed; utp utp ( c. 285 / w. 292 ).
children: name (13), name (10), name (8).
previous relations: n/a.
v. biography.
trigger warning : infertility discussion, cheating, parental neglect, death, arranged marriage, implied stillbirth/child death, illness.
once a lordling known for his beautiful voice, ronnet caron settled into the role of ruling lord and all the beauty he carried vanishing, reveal of his unkindness shining through even towards his own wife, whose only sin had been the inability to carry a child to term. fueled by spite more than the need to raise children, he sought out women whom he had dalliances with and put word that he would take in their bastards born from him.
three would be brought to nightsong — roy was the first. born to a lady's maid that was made to live under the roof of her mistress despite the betrayal enacted by them, maris did not last long. roy grew by himself, knowing to keep only to himself and out of both stepmother and father's way, until the second bastard would arrive. renyse would akin herself to a moon, but roy found her light to be one he very much needed. together, they yet took care of the third bastard brought to nightsong.
that was until matthos baratheon's war was won, and opportunity arose for kids of the stormlands to follow their liege to king's landing. roy half volunteered, half was offered by ronnet to be sent as a squire — a knighthood would serve to at least give him a prospect better than just the bastard of nightsong, whose father held little interest on after the affront was made. while he may have thought of the possibility of joining the kingsguard or the city watch when he'd become of age, the king instead took him under his wing, favoring the boy above most of the others. under matthos' guidance, he grew bold, strong and capable, seeing in the king a father he had never had; the sentiment would become one of the pinnacles of his life from then on, and his loyalty would belong to matthos above all.
when the greyjoy rebellion came, both roy, just entering adulthood, and his father, graying and bitter, joined the war efforts for the stormlands. while roy prevailed, finding his calling on the battlefield, his father fell; he'd be sent to nightsong with an infection that would be fatal, nothing to be done. nothing but to sign papers for legitimacy for roy and his two half-sisters, who would rise to the position of actual nobility and granted the opportunity to mingle, take official positions and marry just as well as any noble born.
roy's marriage, however, would only come to happen for necessity, from the ruined coffers of nightsong, left ravaged by war and his father's spending. from his wealthy, high-born bride, he found harmony, a competent ruling lady, and a mother to three of his children — would be four, had she not been taken by illness before the babe was to come. the offer of another marriage was refused, and, instead, the king saw to give him distraction in the form of a new position: the head of the city watch from king's landing.
for a good while, it was a good distraction but, unfortunately, it also exposes him to the worst of mathos' reign — attempted briberies, people stealing so they will not starve and getting punished for it, watching the lannisters taking over the city, even within his own men's ranks. though his position has grown to be enviable enough that people only refer to him as the bastard out of jealousy rather than disdain, he has begun to wonder if it is best to continue to remain blissfully ignorant and loyal to his liege or speak and suffer the consequences for it.
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Katolis has a monarchy but no other class structure in place? Heck but that’d be crazy? How would the council get chosen? They’d let some child king just pick his best buds? Run elections where Bait stands as a joke candidate and accidentally gets elected? C’mon that’s no way to govern a feudal society now is it.. is it?
Listen: orphan girls imprisoning godlike puppetmaster elves is no basis for a system of government.
So I know this is moderately jokey but I want to discuss it anyway, because I think it’s interesting. Part of the setting is taking the trappings of faux-medieval fantasy and layering them over what is, to modern sensibilities, a fairly idealized liberal social structure. I’m not going to debate the merits of storytelling that handles representation via an idealized setting like TDP vs. storytelling that does so by acknowledging and incorporating the lived experience of people struggling under societal inequities, because that’s a whole thing and not really relevant—suffice it to say that a setting with racial and gender equity where everyone is assumed to be bisexual and there’s no organized religion is, at a very basic level, completely incompatible with the classic medieval fantasy social structure.
But let’s look at Katolis:
First of all, I would like to point out that none of these characters have surnames. None. Zero. I’m actually very pleased with that because 90% of the time I’ve seen settings use surnames as a loose class marker, they eventually fuck it up and yes I am looking at you, Dragon Age. So points there for consistency. But what this indicates, in keeping every single title being paired with the given name, is that there’s relatively little social emphasis on bloodline or family connections with regard to class status. It also means collecting taxes is probably a pain in the ass, but whatever. There’s the royal bloodline, and then everybody else.
We also have the structure of Katolis’s military—specifically, it’s a volunteer (there’s no evidence of compulsory military service, which is something I’d definitely expect to be discussed as the main characters age into late teens if it were in place), apparently standing, army of what appear to be career soldiers. There’s a hierarchy of officers—lieutenant, commander, captain, general, etc.—but not a concept of knighthood as linked to a hierarchy of nobility and land ownership. It’s a notable omission from a faux-medieval setting. Now, the wiki (ugh) describes the Crownguard as “knights” and I don’t know why, but regarding them specifically: they’re certainly an elite force, and it’s implied that Soren can take command of the situation with Pyrrah because of his status as a Crownguard. However, it could also just be his Captain rank, that’s a little unclear. However, it’s also clearly an open-recruitment, merit-based force (though we could start a side discussion here about exactly how much that applies to Soren) because Soren is able to recruit Corvus, despite Corvus being implied to have a low-status background.
Now, going back to the royal line, there’s a lot we don’t know here about bloodline succession and such—Ezran is crown prince over Callum, so the preference is clearly for an heir from the bloodline. It’s kind of unclear whether Callum is in line for the throne at all, though presumably if Ezran died he’d be eligible as an orphan. In a hypothetical situation where Sarai and Callum survive both Harrow and Ezran, who knows?
We also have a complication to dynastic succession that the show neatly avoids, which is branching family trees. “Noble” bloodlines are frequently offshoots of a royal house, descended from non-inheriting lines. The best way I can explain around a 300-year-old unbroken dynastic bloodline apparently having no extended relations is to assume that it does, but the cultural tradition is that anyone not part of the immediate royal nuclear family is basically the same being unrelated. This would mostly apply to non-inheriting siblings, with the expectation that they disperse to live their own lives at some normal life transition point, such as reaching independent adulthood and pursuing a career, or getting married. The monarch could certainly place their siblings on the Council, but since those positions don’t seem to be hereditary there’s no dynastic effect. (At least not automatically.)
Another thing frequently tied to social class that we have absolutely no idea how the setting handles is land ownership. I’m not going to dwell on this much because it’s deeply intertwined with a lot of other societal factors that are more complex than I want to think about right now, like childhood education or industrialization of agriculture. Given the socially egalitarian emphasis of the setting, I seriously doubt that the creators intended a feudal or even feudal-like system, though.
So with that out of the way, what does confer social status in Katolis? We know one answer is money, because there’s a limit to how idealized a setting can get. My bet would be that both the big money and the civilian prestige in Katolis is in industries or professions that support the military. Respected professions would probably be things like crafting armor and weapons (smithing and leatherworking), engineering (particularly related to weaponry), medicine (human and animal), and… idk, animal husbandry and training (all those crows gotta come from somewhere). The industries making people rich would then be the suppliers for those—mining, military food production, and of course, trade. When you have a large standing military, just the supply logistics are practically an industry of their own.
(I do personally imagine a loose guild system for a lot of the trained crafting professions just because I enjoy that shit and also it’s an easy education pipeline. Probably also for medicine, I don’t see there being a lot of medical schools floating around so again, apprenticeship-based training.)
Just to spin things out even further, in the absence of organized religion—a BIG absence—is there what could be considered the equivalent of an “educated” class? Well, education is another thing we know literally nothing about, so… scholarship likely remains the province of the wealthy or people who can charm a wealthy patron. In the public sphere, if you look at Opeli as kind of a combination attorney general and master of ceremonies, she likely has an office of nerds living their best lives doing her bidding, and that’s as close as you’ll get to a “priestly” class. (Or to a lawyer, since the most we’ve seen of the justice system is “Opeli puts people in prison and the monarch sentences them.”)
Okay so now that even I have forgotten what I’m talking about… that’s my social picture of Katolis, I guess. Communitarian, but susceptible to the issues that come with having a strong military-industrial complex influencing your socioeconomic balance.
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