#rablon things

YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS.

Reblog with 2-3 trolls/humans/OC’s to have Rablon judge them! He usually has his mask on, but you can specify mask on or mask off when you ask for the judging.

He would grant any blessing asked of him. 

used pose B of this ref, and listened to this!

Your eyes alight with the hopefulness of this new chapter in your life, brought to a careful fruition by a most merciful seadweller; a trait which, up until this point, you had been unsure they carried within them.

And while the seadweller had seemed less than content with your being in his hive, you understood completely and will, to the best of your abilities, stay out of his way when you can help it.

Your voice is soft, gentle as it slips from your lips. He is the only one to have heard you speak in over 700 sweeps; you’re thankful that he has helped you find that again, too.

709 sweeps of exile really does a guy in.

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with pre-exile Rablon, BUT HERE I AM.

I love this question so much.

Allow me to answer in as much detail as possible, mostly because this interaction between the three trolls mentioned sets the tone for pretty much the rest of their lives.

Let’s go back 710 sweeps; Rablon and Nevose had just settled in the large city and a particular troll we all love and admire (and most of y’all want to sleep with) had just come into power as the one and only Empire’s Imperial Prince, giving him a full (and free) reign over the entire city and those who lived in it. Rablon and Nevose, for record purposes, are clutch mates. Two different lusii, but they have lived and been raised together since wigglerdom, albeit two completely different ways. However, their lusii did not follow them into the city. They stayed out in the forest where they had originally hailed from. Nevose was fine with the detachment of her lusus and had pretty much forgotten Raccoon-mom existed by the time she had passed into the protective haze of the city, but Rablon was a bit more hesitant to leave behind Wolf-dad. Something just didn’t feel right.

While Nevose was a rainbowdrinker and that alone (no alternative strife specibus, no psionics, etc), Rablon was a student of the arts; the arcane arts to be more specific, and he had just mastered the school of fire. He never used it for anything sinister, so to speak, but he did use it as a convenient way to light his lanterns around their new hive. Or to discard of documents that they no longer needed. Rablon had also just opened a small arcana shop in the highblood section of town, but was frequently seen catering to lowbloods and even cavorting with them outside of shop hours, which is perhaps what had first drawn the attention of Callos.

Aside from being clutch mates, the similarities between Nevose and Rablon end there; they are as opposite as they could possibly be. Rablon was hemo-lenient. He was respectful of those above him, of course, but a lot of the friends he had made in the city were of a lower caste than him, and he never seemed to mind. The only time it became a problem, however, was when he had tried to bring his friends out to restaurants in which they were forbidden due to blood color. Another instance where he found himself to be in trouble with the caste system was when he entered low caste sectors and was met with fear, despite the fact that Rablon completely lacks any malicious intent.

Nevose is the opposite; she often hunts the lowbloods and mutants as her prey of choice when she feeds, and grovels at the feet of highbloods; royals especially. 

Fast forward a sweep; all things seem to be in complete and utter chaos. Callos had called for a complete annihilation of lower castes (anything below Jade was fair game) and had left the highbloods to deal with the carnage themselves. As expected, it was an all-out massacre. The streets ran bright with the colors of those slaughtered and Callos was drunk on his new power kick. However, he had noticed that Rablon did not participate in this carnage, and in fact, had helped several lowbloods escape by providing them with wards or other trinkets that would grant them safety.

Callos wasn’t very keen of that. 

That and an affinity for his clutch mate, Callos devised a plan to get the passive blue-blood out of his domain. For good.

Rablon was served for crimes so obscene and so unheard of, he couldn’t even formulate a START to his innocent plea before Callos had slammed his gavel down and found him guilty on all counts. The only crime that held even the slightest hint of truth was the obstruction of Imperial regulation through his refusal to participate in the murders of the lowbloods. Rablon was then served with two choices; Death, or Exile. 

He, of course, chose the exile, savoring his (then) long lifespan.

Callos had known way ahead of time that he would have chosen a safer fate than death and had tasked his clutch mate, Nevose, to take him as far out into the woods as she could carry him, mutilate and decimate him to within an inch of his life, and to leave him to die in the woods. Afraid for her own skin, she complied, which resulted in the loss of his horns, his eye, and the use of the entire right portion of his face and ear. Callos returned at a later date to chain him to his spot with near-invincible manacles, and to maim his face even further, which resulted in the two long tears that bridge his nose and curve to his left cheek. 

Noting how quick Nevose had been to reject her morals in order to please him, Callos appointed her as the first employee that would reign under him, and gave her all of his work that he was too lazy or bored with, to do. Eventually, the rest of the Council was formed when the Empire assigned new trolls to check Callos’ abuse of power, but Nevose remained as a lackey for them, up until the present time.