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The Blessing of Light is something that is intentionally left pretty vague by the story, probably as another way to let the player fill in the gaps with whatever they want, and while sometimes this manifests in the story treating the blessing like a bodysuit of kevlar, I think the much more interesting interpretation is to go full whump with it and establish that the only rule is that the warrior of light cannot die. Aside from the subplot in post-ARR/HW being more interesting with the real threat of death now upon them, it just adds so much sauce. We can magick away the possibility of their head getting chopped off with the superhuman reflexes Hydaelyn hath granted, and so it is very delicious to imagine someone who, rather than being unable to be meaningfully injured, is instead able to just keep going despite catastrophic bodily harm. The warrior of light just keeps fucking going, no matter how much they may wish they were dead. More blood than humanly possible spilling out onto the ground, face pale, hands shaking, still moving with eerie grace and agility, screaming with pain every time they bring another desperate strike down? Thats the good shit.
I recall the devs saying that party wipes in a dungeon are just the WoL having Echo visions on what Not to fucking do, implying that they hallucinate their death repeatedly before triumphing.
I understand why some people donât like the scions thatâs fine. But I also donât understand people who, unless they are deliberately rewriting the story to fit this narrative, frame the scions as using the WoL maliciously? I suppose I understand the impetus to make the most tragic little weesnaw who has ever walked hydaelyns fair plane and yes the scions DO treat the WoL like a tool in their arsenal (no moreso than Thancred is treated as a tool for espionage or Yâshtola a tool for arcane bullshittery but I digress) but the actual circumstances are so much more tragic than unfeeling.
I.e. these are your friends who love and cherish you, who in the face of no other options are forced to watch helplessly time and again as you are cast into the jaws of death by their own hand because no one else in the world can pull the stunts you can. They apologize over and over again that they have to ask you to do this. They are fully aware of the magnitude of debt they owe you. And! They never put it all upon the WoL, they are with you every step of the way, often off screen doing their own parts of the job theyâve been assigned. Like you donât have to be buddy buddy with them if you donât like them but in terms of pure canon? Those are your fucking ride or die homies and asking them to come fight God #86 with you would be tantamount to asking them to kill themselves for you and frankly they WOULD do it. Because they love you.
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Available content is up to expansion in the future, but I felt like if I do not post it now, I will just keep delaying it forever trying to come up with new stuff. Please let me know of anything else you'd like to see from me!
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Hello! I hope you don't mind me asking but I really want to know more about your Warrior of Light, because Sol is just wonderful and so very interested character for me! <С He looks both traumatized, cryptic and kind-hearted man, and I am wondering is it just his personality, a consequence of specific events of the game (or maybe preâ or postâgame), or is there something more? đ
I also remember that art of yours where you depicted Azem as an eclipse (if I'm not mistaken??), so I suddenly wondered if Sol's cryptidity was connected to Azem in any way? Does your Azem and Sol share any memories, sinister secrets, personality, or is there something else here? đđđ
Sorry if it already been asked, btw!
This took me such a long time to answer, both due to busy life schedule in these last months, and because, well, I had to write this from scratch and my head haha
And to start off, with an earlier point of Sol's story - Azem. I would not be writing too much (as I fear to loose my own thought), but the basic aspects of his will be enough for this, I think xD
"A desiccating wind of heat, Notus was associated with the storms of late summer and early autumn, wetness, mist, and was seen as a rain-bringer". (from Wikipedia)
His name is Notos (aka Notus, one of the wind-gods, god of South Wind from Greek mythology):
and he does embody that free wind spirit, as well as the storm aspects of it. He was born with the desire to explore the world in both aspects - physical and aethereal. One of his main fields of study was understanding the nature and composition of Etheirys, which was mainly done with a variation of aether sight, which was closer to projecting your mind out of your body via it, by looking. And looking. At everything. Trying to understand the origin and nature of all things on the planet.
And Notos did excel at that, having enough strength and mental fortitude for this. Until one time, instead of looking inside the planet and organisms on it, he stole a glance... outside of it, just a glimpse. A tiny glance at the cosmos surrounding them. It left him fascinated. Mesmerized. Wanting to take one more look at it. And there was just so much to look at.
And so, he couldn't stop himself from doing just that.
His study shifted to trying to understand that great beyond, the energy, the stars, the galaxies, the movements of them all by watching and trying to understand it all, relentlessly. And he did just that, using his very soul and mind to Look. Until. Something Looked Back at him.
It was something so... incomprehensible, so Existing and Not, There and Not There, simultaneously. Something that one glimpse of was enough to shatter/not shatter his mind. It left his mind a mess, a cracked one, that changed him forever, as once he saw something, he couldn't stop seeing more of that everywhere he looked at, oozing through the walls of reality, and warping the linear flow of time for him.
And that in itself led him to being able to get flashes, memories of the horrific future, though with no control over them. They were so chaotic and random, that it forced him to withdraw from the active Convocation work. Starting his great work of trying to piece together tiny puzzles of ten thousand years of history of his future incarnations/shards ahead. And hoping that whatever he managed to put together will hold true, and some of his contingencies will come to pass, even as he was working on tiny crumbs of information.
And when the Sundering was imminent, Notos came to realize that, unless he does something, his accursed vision will pass onto his many future reincarnations, bringing them death and pain of Knowing and Seeing. So his last decision was to cut out that part of his soul, that is responsible for it, and seal it. And what is the best place for sealing it? His own soul of course. So, minutes before the sundering took hold he did just that, sealing a small part of himself in the soul that was left to live on on the Source.
In itself that action made the sundering not equal in parts for him, so that part that was supposed to be on 13th was nothing more than a soul of a small animal at best (later unknowingly rejoined with the main body, by a simple proximity to the greater part of rejoined soul).
And so this finally brings us to Sol lol
But as this post is getting longer and longer I'll just point out a few parts for now, specifically considering that one comic: after rejoining with another shard (ardbert) Sol started getting strange... visions, or perhaps memories of a world unsundered, like an echo, but stronger, more personal. More Familiar. Leaving him longing for people he doesn't know or remember anymore, or, perhaps, never knew to begin with. It left him lost, and after suffering a great injury at the end of the universe and "dying" (he got did die,but got better), he got the chance to see that seal inside of his soul. The Seal that became more obvious with every rejoining of the soul that happened, and thus, a bit more conscious.
A meeting of Past and Future, for a few moments.
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and perhaps this is where I stop, for now haha
there is lot I have come up with for Sol's lore, including tragic younger years, him being aimless in in his life until joining Scions, gained friends and skills and so on. So if there will be interest I will write more in the future, as I'm mentally spent right now of words
But thank you for the ask! It means a lot to me to just yap about my OC and see people interested in that xD
As someone recently diagnosed with ADHD as an adult, one thing thatâs been helping me grapple with the intense shame I have over all my âwasted potentialâ is accepting that potential doesnât exist and never did.
This sounds so harsh, but please bare with me.
I procrastinated a lot growing up. I still procrastinate today, but less so. And yet, I got good grades. I could write an A+ paper that âknocked [my professor]âs socks offâ in the hour before class and print it with sweat running down my face.
I was so used to hearing from teachers and family that if I just didnât procrastinate and worked all the time, I could do anything! I had all this potential I wasnât living up to!
And thatâs true, as far as it goes, but thatâs like saying if Usain Bolt just kept going he could be the fastest marathon runner in the world. Why does he stop at the end of the race??
If ANYONE could make their top speed/most productive setting the one they used all the time, anyone could do anything. But you canât. Your top speed is not a speed youâre able to sustain.
Now, Iâve found that I do need to work on not procrastinating. Not because the product is better, even, but because itâs better for my mental health and physical health to not have a full, sweating, panicked breakdown over every task even if the task itself turns out excellently. Itâs a shitty way to live! You feel bad ALL the time! And I donât deserve to live like that anymore.
So all of this to say, Iâm not wasting a ton of potential. I donât have an ocean of productivity and accomplishments inside of me that I could easily, effortlessly access if I just sat down 8 hours a day and worked. Thereâs no fucking way. Thatâs not real. Itâs an illusion. Itâs fine not to live up to an illusion.
And if you have ADHD, I mean this from the bottom of my heart: you do not have limitless potential confounded by your laziness. You have the good potential of a good person, and you can access it with practice and work, but do not accept the story that you are choosing not to be all that you are or can be. You are just a human person.
"Potential" is such a manipulative word, in that it implies that if you weren't failing to maintain your personal responsibilities to society, you would not only be good, you would be great, you would be a success.
It shows that we are conditioned from a young age to believe that if we don't do what is expected of us, that it is a personal failing, regardless of if those expectations are actually achievable without inflicting harm upon ourselves.
Our mental health is in shreds because we're expected to live on a knife-edge of endless growing goals and painful failure, and we're supposed to get through it all as individuals.