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Hey look it's finally done- the Ashlander Burials doc is finally done and up for reading. Hope you enjoy Joshi's views on his people's burial rites.
Enjoy!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hey look it's finally done- the Ashlander Burials doc is finally done and up for reading. Hope you enjoy Joshi's views on his people's burial rites.
Enjoy!

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I’m back with yet another lore question for you!🫡
So, you mentioned before that you use assyrian/akkadian when naming OCs and dunmeri words/idioms. Do you have a specific naming system you created for example, for those long velothi names + the dialect in general?
((hopefully i’m not dumb and this wasn’t asked before lol))
Hey! Thanks for sending me these, they are fun. <3 Gonna throw the bulk of this ask under a cut because I'm kinda long-winded with my answers on a good day, and this one is a language breakdown so...long ass post. There's also cuneiform here, which may not fully convert for everyone and if it does, you'll notice the SAR symbol 𒊹 <- this is not a mistake, it's a god name singular signifier meaning "Totality/world". You usually see it paired with the Dingir 𒀭 <- which denotes a deity or multiple deities.
Lean Into the Storm and Hope To Weather It
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Happy birthday, @changelingsandothernonsense!! We're BELATED but it's so worth it. Thank you for letting me write fanfic of your fanfic 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂
This one is directly inspired by Arkanis: Teldryn and the upcoming Arkanis: Erra and ... a secret third Arkanis entry. :>
So. Morrow-fic. Sorta. Pre-Morrowind Morrowfic.
It's a little off the rails, featuring Nibani Maesa, and her Aro/Ace QPR relationship (and eventual betrothal and bonding) with Sul-Matuul, her visions, and how Peakstar came to be recognized as one of the incarnates (though, unfortunately, failed.) Also features some easter eggs for Ceth's fic universe <3
Without further ado:
Lean Into the Storm and Hope To Weather It
When earth is sundered, and skies choked black, and sleepers serve the seven curses…
Nibani Maesa shook her head, trying and failing to clear the voice of her grandmother from her ears. It had been long enough since her passing that her family’s grieving was done—yet the pitch and timbre of the raspy, ashen, elderly voice never had faded from her. It was another Sign, one she had withheld from her mother now for months. The less that was spoken on that front, the more likely her sister, Diyanna, would be considered for the sacred position of Wise Woman. This was, of course, folly to wish for. But she would let the wisest of the Urshilaku talk, and pretend they might decide otherwise. Keeping their gaze from her face brought her a semblance of peace—though Nibani knew deep down all would be uncovered eventually. She would need to step into her power sooner rather than later.
Another snippet of the thing about the death rituals
Ashkhan Ensirhaddon-Sero’Sul Teldryn’am Urshilaku of the Unified Tribes
As We Lay Dying- The Rites for the Dead
Our rites begin before our bodies take their final breaths, as I’d wager is common amongst any culture on Tamriel. Each choosing their own comforts to take with them as they transcend to the next plane.
Both settled and nomadic Dunmer do not create much distinction between the planes of Mundus, Aetherius and Oblivion. They are simply separate parts of the same whole that one can traverse if one knows the right door. Our death rites are that door.
Spiritual work amongst the tribes is seen as the domain of Wise Women and the Seers who apprentice to them. It is traditionally seen as the domain of women, those who wield the capacity and maturity to confer with our ancestors. Those with the gift of prophecy and unrivalled magical ability who might hear the calls of our dead. A Seer or Wise Woman is required to ensure a safe, calm transition towards the next plain, in a way similar to how someone in the Imperial city might call upon a priest of Akatosh to guide their loved ones. In the end, we all look for that comfort.
There is a poem that my late husband favoured, it is a mourning hymn, one often sung during the final moments of life and again as we are laid to rest. It talks of rebirth, how our souls might live on through the light of those around us. He had always said it was meant to be uplifting, and he took comfort in the promise of renewal. He always saw the good in things.
I had not been conscious when he passed, but I was told that he had whispered the hymn before he welcomed his end. He had chosen that hymn to be his summoning rite, and I and the wider unified tribes have chosen to make this poem, Words of the Wind [May I Shrink to Dust] one of our primary mourning hymns in his memory.
The poem, an Ahemmusa verse, goes as follows:
May I shrink to dust
In your cold, wild Wastes,
And may my tongue speak
It's last hymn to your winds.
I pray for the herder
That whistles to his guar at play.
I pray for the hunter
That stalks the white walkers.
I pray for the wise one
That seeks under the hill,
And the wife who wishes
For one last touch of her dead child's hand.
I will not pray for that which I've lost
When my heart springs forth
From your soil, like a seed,
And blossoms anew beneath tomorrow's sun.
In the years following Red Mountain’s eruption, our seers and wise woman have chosen to recite this hymn in place of others as a prayer for the safe guidance of our dead into the arms of our ancestors across the mortal coil.
Since I'm just going full ham with Arkanis
have all the art that relates to the topic of Incarnates fucking around Kogoruhn.
and a link to the first part (2 is still in beta and 3 is being written)
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