#lorecraft

King Baal: In the tradition of the Ars Goetia, the first section of the 17th-century grimoire known as The Lesser Key of Solomon, King Baal (also spelled Bael) is the first spirit listed among the 72 demons and is no accidental. He's the King, who command 66 Legions, and the first spirit of the Goetia. In ceremonial magic texts, Baal is described as ruling over a vast number of infernal legions. In occult symbolism, “legions” don’t necessarily mean literal armies, they often represent domains of influence or spiritual forces. Being listed first suggests primacy, seniority, or foundational status within the hierarchy. Baal appears with three heads: A toad, a man, and a cat. Three heads in occult symbolism often imply layered perception, divided domains, or composite power. Medieval demonology loved hybrid forms, they represent fractured order or inverted creation. The grimoire claims that Baal grants invisibility, gives wisdom or cunning, and provides knowledge to the summoner. “Invisibility” in occult language symbolize literal concealment, influence without detection, acting unseen and operating beneath perception. The name Baal comes from ancient Semitic religion, especially Canaanite traditions, where “Baal” simply meant “Lord” or “Master.” It was a title used for various deities, particularly storm and fertility gods. Over centuries, as monotheistic traditions developed, rival gods were reinterpreted as demons. Baal transitioned from regional deity to infernal king in later christian demonology. Baal becomes a symbol of hidden authority, fragmented identity, the power to move unseen and the transformation of former gods into demons. Many “demons” in grimoires are echoes of older gods reframed by new theological systems. Mythology is political memory wearing horns.

*Jaina, out of nowhere, committed genocide against the sunreavers*

There was no any genocide and it didn't happen out of nowhere. First, Jaina gave the horde elves a chance, even though some of them helped tsteal the focusing iris and one ( Thalen) created a mana bomb:

The soft purple glow heralded the blanket of arcane energy that enveloped Theramore. The mana bomb, so thoughtfully provided by the blood elves—who stood cheering with other Horde members who somehow felt that what Garrosh had wrought was a good thing—had exploded over an entire city and had not just harmed its citizens and buildings but crushed them utterly.

She, despite her anger and struggles, decided to give them a chance because she still hoped for peace in the end. Secondly, when she discovered that the divine bell was stolen from Darnassus, her first thought was that the bell had been stolen by someone who lives in Darnassus/alliance visitor.

Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: I had Darnassus LOCKED DOWN! Every fumbling rogue that tried to sneak into the city, I CAUGHT them! I snatched every two-bit charlatan that attempted to teleport through my traps!

When Jaina finds the portal to Dalaran, she realizes what happened: the horde thieved the bell and the Sunreavers were involved. "Enough is enough". She invites Aethas to solve the matter without bloodshed; it's not clear what exactly she wanted, to arrest and interrogate them or simply drive them out of the city, but the fact remains that Aethas refused:

Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: You've betrayed the Kirin Tor, Sunreaver. You've allowed Garrosh to move his forces through MY city. Archmage Aethas Sunreaver says: You have it all wrong, Jaina. I did nothing. Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: You looked the other way. You and your insubordinate kind are no longer welcome here. Archmage Aethas Sunreaver says: This is OUR city too, Proudmoore. Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Hah! I see. I will remove the Sunreavers by force, then.

What Aethas could do? He could: 1) Tell everything to Jaina or other members of the council so that the whole organization does not suffer due to the actions of some of the rebels. 2) Deal with what is happening inside the sunreavers on your own, forcing Garrosh’s supporters to leave the city, so as not to put everyone at risk. 3) Evacuate from Dalaran all those not involved in the conspiracy. 4) Finally, after the arrest of the sunreavers, he could exchange himself and the information known to him for the release of all the innocent people who were in prison due to his incompetence as a leader.

But what did Aethas do? He ran cowardly, and then poured into the ears of the ruling lord that he was completely unaware of what was happening. By the way, Lor'themar unlike Aethas, behaved like a very smart elf and a competent leader.

Evidence that the blood elves were involved in the theft of the bell:

2. Jaina merely teleports sunreavers away when she finds them. She asks Vereesa for help.

The Silver Covenant comes to the call of Jaina and… the elves who surrender were arrested, others were killed. In this way, they not only showed their loyalty to Kirit-Tor, but also took revenge for what the blood elves did to them in Silvermoon.

Genocide is the intentional destruction of a national, ethnic, racial, or religious group, in whole or in part. This is not genocide, These people were given a choice: jail or death. Those not involved chose jail, those involved and those sympathizing with them chose to attack Jaina, for which they received what they deserved. This is punishment for yet another betrayal. Genocide is what the horde did to the draenei, or what Sylvanas did to the night elves.

This selective blindness infuriates me. Oh, why is it so cruel to the poor sunreavers? Two bodyguards were killed! The Sunreavers provided the aggressor with weapons of mass destruction that destroyed an entire city. Oh, don’t you feel sorry for all those residents of Theramore, just the poor elves? But they did not stop there, and stole another dangerous weapon for the aggressor, which threatened to result in no less casualties. The prince himself almost died correcting their actions.

But no, you only feel sorry for the elves who, by the way, did nothing except be guilty of the death of thousands of people.

Aethas was a member of the council. He betrayed Dalaran by the fact that, knowing about the crimes committed by his subordinates, he hid it and did nothing at all. Aethas fled, abandoned his elves, although he could have done at least something for the sake of those who innocently suffered for his mistakes. But Aethas only escaped and lied to his own lord about how he knew nothing about the sunreavers' crimes.

Oh, yes, Jaina sent all the elves imprisoned to go home long ago. But no one will return the killed Theramorians.

Once my exterior environment changed and bettered, so did I. And, by extension, so did Deyaenus. This reflected itself in RP through a burst of confidence and tempered demeanor from the character that was a pleasant surprise.

Mind you, the meat and potatoes of the character has not changed: opinionated, stubborn in some archaic beliefs, and faction biased. You know, the good stuff that people dislike him for. And that's fine! I enjoy being the "in-the-wrong" character if it helps push other people's RPs and character development. Both those things can only really move forward with conflict.

"It's me hi, I'm the problem, it's me~"

It's just funny how I remember Deyaenus, as a Holy Priest, desperately clinging to the doctrines of the Church, the Light, and stomping his foot about being right in it all, when he was at his emotional lowest because being part of something greater and as non-negotionable as The Light made him feel just as indomitable. He could hide behind the white robes, and the verses and preaching, behind prayer, behind dogmatic virtues of beliefs carved by mortals, because it made him feel good. He wanted to be a preacher for the immediate idolation he would get, for the attention, the praise, bask in the benefit of devotion, from the lack of receiving the same in his home life. Of course he never recognized this himself, and he DOES truly, honestly believe in the goodness that the Church has extended and wants to be part of that, but with that little sidenote of "and I will get everyone's love and respect because of it too".

Now, as a Shadow Priest, stuck with a parasitc infant (not so?) Old God and dealing with it through the adventures, trials, and shenanigans thereof, he is both at his loneliest (no guild, friends moved on, on-and-off romance(?)) and, at the same time, his most confident. I've been personally headcannoning and RP'ing that the void parasite - named Junior - managed to anchor itself to the physical realm by feeding on Deyaenus' depression and poor emotional state. He doesn't know it, recognize it, or think about it, under the misguided belief that this is just normal and every shadow priest has a little bugger like his. It's not like the parasite has 'eaten' or removed or replaced Deyaenus' depression. It's, much like in Real Life, you can eventually learn to positively live with it! I still have the same poor thoughts, fears, and insecurities as before, when I first roleplayed Deyaenus and these were more evident both in RP and in myself, but over time I've grown to nurture myself, build myself up, and find confidence inwardly.

Nowadays, I like thinking that while Junior is the symbolic, physical manifestation of depression (how similar are those corruptive "your friends hate you" whispers in-game to actual depressive thoughts?), Deyaenus has learned to depend on himself and keep positive momentum regardless. Junior works for him. Deyaenus can't afford to wallow in these poorly thoughts, even though he won't ever get rid of them. And if ever he did end up overpowered by those thoughts, THAT'S when corruption would kick in at its strongest. THAT'S when depression eats you alive IRL too.

Deyaenus cannot ever get rid of depression, mental illness, what-have-yous, but what he has done is recognize it ("I guess this weird worm is part of me"), take responsibility for it ("The actions of this weird worm and the powers thereof are what I make of them"), and move forward with it ("Weird worm is coming with me whether I like it or not"). And he's that much better for it.

So after that lore bomb, I decided to write some of my own lorecraft that I did while writing "Memories of Flickering Sun" about Hermanubis in the game.

Hermanubis is the Graeco-Egyptian god that combination of Anubis and Hermes (basically Ancient Greek and Egypt decided ok let's mix our belief)

Hermanubis was mentioned explicitly 3 times in the game.

The Lay of Al-Ahmar

Cyno's Character Story

Lisa's conversation with Cyno during Windblume

We will first look at the first time we came across the word in The Lay of Al-Ahmar. I will look at this lore in other languages as well but mainly in English (because i am too lazy to swap language lmao)

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x f!reader - smut - 600 words - warnings: touching. kissing. food mention.

My first top gun drabble ♡♡♡ Yayay! I know this prompt is supposed to be the morning after in bed but hear me out.

Brad catches the sound of the stereo in your kitchen blasting loudly as he approaches.

He slides the glass door to your little beach house open before shaking the sand and salt off from his morning swim, pausing there in the door frame.

The corner of his mouth ticks up at the sound of ABBA filling the house. And the sight of you, dancing in place, as you chop up something at the kitchen counter. Even with your back to the pilot, there's no mistaking the large shirt loosely hanging off your body as you sway and bob to the upbeat tempo. Brad chuckles and closes the door behind himself. He lets its slam firmly into place to let you know he's there.

You glance over your shoulder. "Just in time."

"What do you have for us today, chef?" Brad makes his way to the stereo first to turn the music down before saddling up behind you. You feel a large pair of hands rest over your hips comfortably- over the soft fabric of his worn button up shirt. His palms follow your hips as you continue to sway.

You suck the juice of something off your thumb and you catch the way the action catches his attention. You press back against him and crane your neck expectantly. Brad steals the taste of something herbal and rich from your lips in a swift kiss. Your pilot, on the other hand, tastes of salt and sunscreen- just like his warm, golden skin always does.

"Caprese eggs benedict with a side of roasted rosemary potatoes. How's that sound?"

The man whistles, glancing around the spotless kitchen. "How the hell do you get all that done in a couple of hours, huh?"

You shrug. Placing your smaller hands over his, you slide them both up your hips. "You've had your years of training, I've had mine."

Brad's smirk disappears, replaced by a look of quiet realization as you guide his touch up higher- slipping them over the bare skin of your breasts. You had dawned his shirt and only his shirt all morning while he was out. Brad's eyes flick up to meet yours already staring at him knowingly. He gives each breast a firm squeeze before surging to capture your waiting lips.

"Hungry?" You tease. Brad gives you a moment to turn around before scooping you up by the back of your thighs. You wrap your legs around his thick waist on instinct, your hands pulling his face toward you for another searing kiss. He groans when your bare core presses against the thin layer of his swim shorts.

Brad seats you on the counter and you laugh lightly as you push the plates way just in time. Your breath turns into a gasp, however, as the pilot pushes the fabric off your shoulders and exposes you completely. Brad ducks his head and wraps his lips around one of your breasts. You squeeze your thighs as his tongue flicks over the hardening nipple between his teeth. A moan tumbles out of you when you feel a sharp nip.

He draws up again with a roll of his hips. One of his hands presses into the small of your back, pinning your wet heat to the bulge you're seated against. Bradley's eyes flick over you- your neck, your chest- his brown eyes blown.

"Shit. My clothes look better on you than they do on me."

You grin, reaching between you. You pull the drawstring on his shorts loose and slip two fingers into the elastic, tugging Brad toward your again.

"Then lets take these off and see how I look in them after too hm."

Haruh’ta is the clan who can read the winds and hunt on largest flying creatures. They are good at buildings of jet airplanes and train of flying creatures as Flame Monachs and etc. They can hunt in the jungles, but they prefer to hunt big Creatures in the sky. Many yautja believed that Haruh’ta are children of vayuhta’ta paya (The Air God). Feathers on their dreadlocks, shows which rank yautja.