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-ULTIMA-
Ultima is also known as the 'Blind God' and others of their species are also blind. They are able to sense and be aware of the world around them in other ways.
Ultima's kin are known as Archons.
Ultima is 'Ultimalius' and was primarily known as The Architect rather than a 'king'.
Ultima has no gender, though remaining texts writ by the Circle of Malius referred to them using masculine pronouns.
Ultima's species are The Fallen, a civilization of evolved humans who managed to harness the power of 'magic', which is in of itself is a technology (magitek) and a language they developed by communicating with a formless being of energy they believe to be or at least have created the universe as they know it.
Magic is a combination of voicing or writing the 'true words' of forces in the universe (The Eight elements) and imbue them with aether (energy/lifeforce that make up the Eight elements) while using willpower to visualize the outcome. For example, the symbols on the obelisks throughout Valisthea are able to work independently because they are imbued with a deposit of aether and the symbols inscribed channel the aether to do specific things (i.e., fast travel) as formulaic/geometric magic⦠which explains why they start releasing amounts of aether everywhere after Ultima starts Primogenesis.
Typeless 'magic' uses energy harvested or channeled from the formless energy being that I need to eventually name, but Eikonoklastes still were considered sensitive to or highly attuned to aether enough that they were valued to operate magitek.
The Magitek War was not even a 'war against god', but a war between Ultima's species until they realized they were draining their world of aether (causing death/The Blight) and used magic to assimilate to a higher plane of existence (beings of energy similar to but not the same as the entity they discovered) and became the Ultima Collective. They are the collective will of The Fallen's desire to survive, but also remake a world where they can live peacefully without suffering or death.
-BARNABAS-
Sleipnir is based off of Barnabas' former comrade and best friend, the original Lord Commander of Waloed's cavalry. Sleipnir's core personality is based off of Barnabas' memories of the man, but fails to be a truly perfect re-creation, which is upsetting to both parties involved.*
*Sleipnir roleplayers do not have to go along with this concept, it was an idea I personally wanted to explore having Sleipnir based off/having the memories of another's perception of someone and not matching simply by virtue of being what Barnabas WANTS them to be. I will happily plot with mutuals to follow along with their own personal lore and headcanons for Sleipnir.
Barnabas never wanted to occupy his father's throne, but when he was chosen as Odin's dominant, it became his responsibility to oversee the realm. He's the equivalent of a career soldier, the only time he ever felt truly alive was when he was in the midst of battle and returning to a 'proper civilian' life that involved political schemes and mindless bureaucracy was akin to sleepwalking.
He often feels completely emotionally numb and enters fugue states of depersonalization, which lead to more and more extreme ways to try and 'chase the dragon' in order to experience any kind of emotion- including negative. The act of killing soldiers during war no longer brings him joy, so he slaughtered women and children in order to experience the guilt and despair that came from enacting such profane crimes against humanity. He had members of the court tortured and imprisoned, he even killed his own mother with his bare hands despite harboring a deep familial love for the woman.
Being rendered Akashic by Ultima did not cure him of his lassitude, but gave rise to a more animalistic intensity and hunger for stimulation, which comes out most notably when he finds a truly worthy opponent.
He has been waiting a long time to find someone strong enough to put an end to him, believing that if no mortal man can set him free, then perhaps a God might.
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The sneer that darkened Clive's features spoke not just of frustration and anger, but of disgust. Condemnation. An absolute rejection of the man that stood before him despite how easily the other had bested him in the past.
" Don't you dare try to pass your sins to me. Everything you did you did for yourself, because you choose to serve a twisted god. "
"I am but a mere instrument, but you are the Lord's vessel... Imperfect as you are. All that I desire is to aid you in reaching your full potential, to make you perfect."
In Clive Rosfield, he saw a younger version of himself. So young and so full of hope- Ready to cure the world of it's ills, to rebuild a society that would benefit all who lived there, piece by piece and stone by stone.
"I, too, once believed in the strength of mankind. If I admitted the truth about the evils of this world, the nature of our wretched species, then I would have nothing but despair- The lost souls of my comrades sacrificed in vain, every battle hard-won tainted with sourness of futility. You labor to save every man, woman, and child from an unjust fate, but don't you see? They are already lost, Mythos... As we all are lost."
"Without his guiding voice, we are doomed to repeat the same mistakes as our forebears. You desire a better world, one without pain, as I did. That is why I serve- to unite every soul doomed to suffer, alone, with our Lord. He is the one who will finally shepherd us to the paradise we have long fought for, it is his divine love that even makes such an impossible choice fall within our limited grasp."
ā there is a chill in the air. summer is well and truly through. ā
ā itās alright. thereās no reason to be nervous. ā
ā iāve little patience for the self-important, and even less for flatterers. ā
ā you think me some kind of monster. ā
ā it is my fault, i think, that you have forgotten to fear me. ā
ā do you think simply wearing the crown imbues you with wisdom? ā
ā i have been, at times, unkind but never untrue. ā
ā mark my words, this is a black omen. ā
ā it is your way, is it not? when something does not please you, you run. ā
ā if i may seem so boldā¦you have not seemed yourself of late. ā
ā i have come to see if we may uncover some path towards peace. ā
ā i do not know if i trust you. and i sense there is danger in you yet. ā
ā i wonder, do you have a moment for a quiet word? ā
ā now i have seen your heart only belongs to you. ā
ā it was worth the risk, no matter the outcome. ā
ā some of us must serve in smaller waysā¦even if they are not what we would choose for ourselves. ā
ā fuck dignity. i want revenge. ā
ā you are not the player, but a piece on the board. ā
ā is there no honor left in this world? ā
ā stop wasting your life waiting for something thatāll never come. ā
ā perhaps those who strive for the crown are the least suited to wear it. ā
ā i find myself wonderingā¦do we pursue the same end? ā
ā and how would you define āvictoryā? ā
ā once you get to know me, youāll find iām not so bad. ā
ā thought youād be happy. or at least less morose. ā
ā i can sit still no longer. i must act. ā
ā you struggle to see thereās an anger that blinds you. ā
ā you must accept the path to victory now is one of violence. ā
ā you only blame me because your true enemies are out of reach. ā
ā there are many pieces at play hereā¦some of which you canāt yet see. ā
ā you will have all the vengeance you seek, but you must keep a grip on your impulses. ā
ā which would you prefer? to be loved or feared? ā
ā i donāt know what to think of you. i donāt know what you are, or who it is you serve. ā
ā well, the gods favor the bold. ā
ā youāve thrown it away. after all iāve done for you. ā
ā what if the hand thatās done it is not to be blamed? ā
ā the desire to kill and burn takes hold and reason is forgotten. ā
ā the gods punish us. they punish me. ā
ā the path i walk has never been trod. ā
ā wellā¦no use wondering what might have been. ā
ā tales take on a life of their ownā¦like weeds. ā
ā this is not the time for blind accusations. ā
ā hm, you wish to be rewarded. ā
ā they will underestimate you. and this will be your advantage. ā
ā i hope you do not confuse mercy with pliancy. ā
ā there is no war so hateful to the gods as a war between kin. ā
ā iāve never trusted you, whollyā¦much though i wished to, willed myself to. ā
ā you canāt possibly still be angry about this. ā
ā boldness is one thing, but overconfidence⦠ā
ā this world is cold and cruel, and there are few in it who are steadfast. you, i think, are steadfast. ā
ā do not coddle me. grant me at least that dignity. ā
ā history will paint you a villain. ā
ā do you cling, even now, to what you think you lost? ā
ā a sense of humor would do you good. ā
ā if the gods call me to greater things, who am i to refuse them? ā
ā you have done something i feared impossible. ā
ā iām not entirely sure we can declare this a victory. ā
ā you shouldāve been at my side. ā
ā i see all your great adventures have done nothing for your looks. ā
ā a jest. one you may regret as youāre supping alone tonight. ā
ā soon they will not even remember what it was that began the war in the first place. ā
ā i donāt need their love. i need their swords. ā
ā perhaps all men are corruptā¦and true honor is a mist that melts in the morning. ā
ā let us put all the old unpleasantness behind us. ā
ā are you perhaps the culprit who has been tampering with my peace? ā
ā every man has a weakness. ā
ā everything iāve given you, youāve thrown back in my face. ā
ā oh, take heart. youāve already written yourself into legend. ā
ā you wish to wash your hands of what you yourself set in motion. ā
ā war is coming to the whole of the realm. ā
ā you are a strange kind of woman. ā
ā there are those that have mistaken my caution for weakness. let that be their undoing. ā
ā i think you used my words as an excuse to take your own revengeā¦to indulge the darkness you keep sheathed within you like a blade. ā
ā i came here to raise swords, not corpses. ā
ā i cannot blame anyone for doing what i myself would do if i could. ā
ā we cannot all hide in our castles waiting for war to come to us. ā
ā call it what you willā¦i call it war. ā
ā have the indignities of your childhood not yet sufficiently been avenged? ā
ā you mustnāt be shaken from this. ā
ā is this an order or a request? ā
ā and they will pay for this. ā
ā i will not be thought weak. ā
ā i mistrust this silence. ā
ā oh, you make an art of provoking me. ā
This is the only medicine that works on you now
Come nowā, let's remove the toxins
No tearsā will be shed anymore
You'll be able to let go of the things you hated
Let's pray for this wish to come true
Quickly, quickly- Grow up quickly
And let me see your WEAKNESS
The disturbing thingā that glows āfrom the other side
Still terrifies you, your tears cannot be stopped
You'll be able to devour the things you hatedā
Let's pray for this wishā to come true
Quickly now, GROW UP-
The only medicine that works on you
Is the fire that glows in the color of sin
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Thatās pretty much how it is
Everyone says that Iām the only one that can save them
Thereās no one who even tries to understand my sadness
But I donāt mind- Words and flesh are the only truths
Being wonderfully vibrant doesnāt suit me, who has failed to die
ć I WANT TO DIE
I JUST WANT TO DIE ć
Itās not like it has to be you...
But thatās a secret, an absolute secret
Stab me, here, in this fate that will never end
Mayday, donāt panic- Where is paradise?
Take me there, with your hand
Iām sure you can do it, baby
Diving into Paradise Lost
Sleipnir kneels before his King and Master and lowers himself to place his lips upon his boot in quiet worship.
Shuttered away in a dim room, Barnabas could only imagine how depressing sliding open the door was for his father. Emaciated, pallid skin and weakened, sedentary muscles- His mother cried and when she didnāt cry, she could only tremble and look on miserably with dull eyes that had grown accustomed to living with fear. The protruding, bone-whites of her eyes and chattering teeth made her little more than a broken doll animated by faint, dusty strings tying her to their family.
Mother clung to her sweet child before he, too, would become burdened by his fatherās ambition.
āYou have his pride,ā she would mutter to herself, deliriously- Like a solemn mantra. It seemed she couldnāt even imagine just how a child, not even ten years old, had to support the weight of such a frightening legacy.
Each day, Barnabas forced himself to bear more pride than his small frame ever could and each dayā his father robbed him of that pride completely. Before he knew it, heād lost all reason and no longer felt anything beyond scorn and the easy dismissal of others- All of them trying to drag him down to their pathetic level.
Barnabas never longed to be liberated from the melancholy monster that was his mother, but he would be lying if he said her death didnāt lift his heart. Not that heād needed a reason to cut his own father down as well, thatās just the way things worked in this place- but killing the miserable excuse for a man brought him no joy either. All in Waloed would tread fearfully around him, but whispers of āthe little tyrantā couldnāt touch him, especially not after succeeding the throne.
But it wasnāt his father's crown or even acknowledgment of his God-given power that he sought. His āabnormalā behavior repulsed everyone around him. They said he was driven by some ghastly compulsion to suffer, to hurt as much as he hurt others.
The only thing that brought him joy anymore was the challenge of steel clashing against steel- and there, in the wind and the rain of countless battlefields, he cried out in a voice that was neither scream nor laughter.
If weren't for the Lord-Commander at his side, then he would have nothing. Empty halls, barren barracks, the servants quarters bustling with nothing but vermin.
He watches impassively as the man kneels before him- This gesture not uncommon, but the lowering of his head causes Tharmr to suddenly reach out and seize the other male by the chin to halt his progress.
They were... friends, sworn blood-brothers. Barnabas may be king, but he would never demand for his counterpart to be like this. Something almost warm graces his expression, the presence of laugh lines visible for just a brief moment as he fails to recognize the passage of time. It is a weak flame of familiarity cutting through the apathy, but his affection soon returns to it's general air of quiet malaise.
"Oh, it's you... Sleipnir," he mutters- Yes, that was his name.
His hand slips from the construct's jaw, Barnabas pinching the bridge of his own nose with thumb and forefinger. Weariness made his strong shoulders sag, leaning his forehead against his palm as he tried to keep himself rooted in the present.
"I'm going to love Sleipnir even harder because of you." // barnabas @stormandash
@stormandash
"How fortunate then, that we have shed light upon your errs. Perhaps this time you will be able to cultivate more than an air of indifference toward it."
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"Ah, Odin's piteous construct. A fruitless effort to vent your frustrations against us. Your ire is better directed at the one who has orphaned and left you bereft of a true creator's love. In you, he did sow the seed of life, yet he abandoned the nascent bud before it could truly bloom into it's full potential. A most sad creature, indeed."
"Had we but been the hands that birthed and cradled you into awareness, the measure of our divine grace would be evident to all. You would be radiant, effulgent with fulfillment and greater purpose."
Dawn canāt break when the sun has burned to a crisp
There must have been some supernova I missed
My ultimate snapshot: āSky Overcastā
Go out with a whimper, not with a blast
You open up your eyes, open up your arms, open your everything
Lay all your holy vows and unholy charms- All of you before me
And so you run, and so you run, and so you run like a stray mutt
After a mutt- After a muttered confession of love
The haze lingers above the pale dawning arc...
To scour the blackened, soot-covered earth
To cry out my name in a violent birth
To settle for naught and settle the grudge
When there was no jury, I was the judge
I open up my eyes, open up my arms, open up everything
Lend me your dying vows and undying charms
I can still hear you sing- See you there
Standing calm by the open window in the living room
And all the light in the world converges on you
Pity is never a factor when mercy is a sign of a talentless actor
And as you grow, its hold on your throat starts to falter
You'll see once you go beyond pure humanity's border
I know of pain and devotion
A gear in the machine grew immune to corrosion
Go on, turn back the clock
I will set it in motion all over, like an obedient dog
So won't you tell me, what do you know of devotion?
Be grateful for the freedom of lacking emotion
Accept your future path wasn't yours to be chosen
And even if it takes you decades, I know that
You will come running back like a dog- A wounded dog
Run back like a dog- A wounded dog
You will come running back like a dog- A wounded dog
To Me...
various things spoken in an adventuring party pt.2
part 2 of an assortment of quotes and sayings i've found doom scrolling through pinterest that i think an adventuring party would say during their never ending perilous adventures . please do not copy/repost or add to this list, thank you!
Affectionate
ā i am in love with an idiotĀ ā
ā iād be his if he askedĀ Ā ā
ā even your rage is beautifulĀ Ā ā
ā thereās still good in youĀ Ā ā
ā my darling, you will never be unloved by meĀ ā
ā you are too well tangled in my soulĀ Ā ā
Questions
ā are you a monster or a victim?Ā Ā ā
ā can anyone betray anyone?Ā Ā ā
ā who in the fuck authorized this?Ā Ā ā
ā where do you purchase your audacity from?Ā ā
ā why is everyone in this kingdom so gods damned stupid?Ā Ā ā
ā if you donāt terrify people a little bit, then whatās the point?Ā ā
Banter
ā people can do worse things than kill youĀ Ā ā
ā gods help anyone who dares to disrespect me/youĀ Ā ā
ā magic always comes with a priceĀ Ā ā
ā the gods love to fuck with usĀ Ā ā
ā iāve got a spell for thatĀ Ā ā
ā i do very bad things, and i do them very wellĀ Ā ā
Tragedy
ā anyone can betray anyoneĀ ā
ā not all of us are going to make it out aliveĀ ā
ā i was once a child with innocent eyesĀ ā
ā i remember all of themĀ ā
ā iāve been having a bad day for the past several yearsĀ ā
ā a golden cage is still just a cageĀ ā
Fierce
ā what i did, i did for usĀ ā
ā if they touch you, iāll break their necksĀ ā
ā it appears that you have mistaken my dislike of causing harm as an inability to do so.Ā ā
ā you are divine violenceĀ ā
ā burn it all.Ā ā
ā i am so much more than you told me i wasĀ ā
Antagonistic
ā lets cause a little troubleĀ ā
ā i think youāre caught between who you are and who you want to beĀ ā
ā tell me what itās like to conquerĀ Ā ā
ā youāre a little tragedy, arenāt you?Ā ā
ā disrespectfully, i declineĀ Ā ā
ā with all due respect, which is none-Ā ā
Neutral
ā thereās bravery in being softĀ ā
ā the trees told me about youĀ ā
ā i do not care for your god.Ā ā
ā if i can still breathe, iām fineĀ ā
ā iām nice as fuck.Ā ā
Comedic Relief
ā do you mean to give me another one of your stoic nod?Ā ā
ā if you donāt want a sarcastic answer, donāt ask stupid questionsĀ ā
ā iāll get over it. i just need to be dramatic first.Ā ā
ā whatās your favorite pastime? mine is reckless behaviorĀ ā
ā iām definitely the nicest asshole you could ever hope to meetĀ ā
ā i wanna contribute to the chaosĀ ā
ā we canāt giggle, weāre at a crime scene!Ā ā
ā the nonsense has escalatedĀ ā
ā go stand over there. your existence is giving me a headacheĀ ā
ā being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot.Ā ā
BONUS
FROM THE HERO TO THE VILLAIN
ā you took everything from meĀ ā
ā havenāt you taken enough from me?Ā ā
ā go ahead. underestimate me. thatāll be fun.Ā ā
ā touch me and youāll burnĀ ā
ā the reports of my death have been greatly exaggeratedĀ ā
FROM THE VILLAIN TO THE HERO
ā donāt bleed on my floorsĀ ā
ā people will never bleed enough to fulfill your vision of justiceĀ ā
ā i am the child/daughter/son of a king who forgot my nameĀ ā
ā i am the end of all things; i have drunk the blood of kings.Ā ā
ā congratulations, you have survived!Ā ā
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