#tej things

I get asked questions about Tejshar ALOT and a great many people want to rp in the world he is creating, as well as find out all the little bits of information this asshole brings to the table. So I thought I’d give a little and go from there. Tejshar is over six years old and so this is long. TLDR? Tej is awesome and you should send me your asks if there is something specific you want to know.

Tejshar was created in 2013 for a story in another game. He was actually called Tejshar Me’aina. However, FFXIV had taken my focus and so I left that game completely.  At the end of 2014 and early 2015, a group of rpers lead in part by an alt of @daughteroflyrre  Reached out to me to create a villain and in fact a godmode villain to be at the heart of their FC story. I was gitty, for I already had the greatest Sin eating god of the stars they could ask for. Tejshar.

The original concept for Tejshar came from the sand covered and Egyptian inspired zone of … Uldum. Yep that’s right, I used to rp on Warcraft. Put the tomatoes down, everyone started somewhere :P, Of course, I was thrilled with the idea of a void god made from the creation of titans and invoked by a world-ending machine dormant in the sand. On top of that? I am a HUGE Stargate fan and so titans + tech+ Eygpt? So done. However, there was something missing from the equation. A mastermind of magic and manipulation. After all, the best kind of villains are the ones you hate to love and secretly want to win, right? Queue.. The Goblin King. It wasn’t quite right. A fallen angel with the knowledge of truth and the desire to push you just a little over the edge? Lucifer the angel of light. (pre-Lucifer show, though thank you to @shroudwayman for introducing me to it)

In FFXIV however, the Egyptian inspiration was missing from the game and I struggled at first to give life to him. How could I throw this creation of love that I really hadn’t been able to give a true chance to, in a game where he would be breaking all the rules and ruffling some ooc feathers of ooc rp lore? Well..

First I said fuck it. I wasn’t making Tejshar for the masses, I was making it for a small group of people who would kill him eventually, as was intended.

Second I started to do some research in lore to find all the lovely little grey zones to play in. The first one that came up? The Temple of Nald’thal, the Heavens and Hells they created, as well as the now very character famous, cowry. The Cowry, of course, is very much associated with Egyptian culture and so I found my first in. It wasn’t quite enough to bring in all that Tejshar is but it was a start. The next problem? What to make him? I mean.. Elezen are sexy but they don’t scream “MONSTER”.

Well Yoshi P had the answer for me. An Au Ra coming soon… and oh that benchmark. Needless to say, Tejshar became alive, simply biding his time to enter the world. As he waited and schemed, I played more of the game and started taking note of anything and everything I could that would give more credence to how and why someone like Tejshar would exist.

So now you have a Goblin King, Anubis looking, Monster covered in Gold, and the IC happens. People love him. So much so .. that they refuse to kill him. In fact, he outlived the FC he was made for. Didn’t stop people giving me crap for making him, let alone rping him. Lore was my friend though. LINK to the old post.

And so Tejshar walked the desert and entered the city. Always pushing the weak to be strong and the strong to be stronger still. Always speaking of free will, the sin of the soul and offering a gift of a favour to those that wished to take it. Speaking of the origins of things Link to that post

A letter? Such a strange thing to be given in comparison to the usual offerings and wishes that sat about the altar steps. The first thought was to simply disregard the letter. He made a gesture to when the Moogle rushed to his face. The moogle seemed rather inclined to wait and make sure he not only read it but responded.  Tejshar took it, unfolded the parchment, read the first line and then burst into laughter.  “Renaux suggested. “ He laughed again, shifting his weight to a more comfortable position. His burning hues regarding the moogle for a moment. “Alright. Alright. At least it sounds interesting. Give me a moment. “ He then read the letter.

"Hopefully this reaches you. Renaux suggested I write a letter to seek out answers to my questions. So here goes.    I asked you about your endgame before. That question still stands. What is your plan, getting all this power and accumulating these souls? What do you want to do with it?    How do your shell vessel things work?    Can I have a list of the people who you have pacts to get their souls?    How do I summon you?    Also what fruit do you accept as offerings? Only citrus or do any fruit work? What about vegetables?I'd like to speak with you in person again as well.-Xauko"

“Alright. Take a letter moogle.. “ He growled a little and then stood to his feet, pacing about the temple as he spoke. “End game is a strange word. It makes it sound like what I do is purely of my own desire and design. That it is merely a game to play. I’m afraid it is not. You would have to understand the world and beyond this world to even begin to fathom what it is I do and am. ‘My plan’ as you call it is not of my design either. I hold a purpose and function within the cycle of things. I will tell you this, where there is darkness, there is light. If I scare you enough to wish my death, just image what awaits in the light. Biding its time. I assure you. Once I am no longer, there will be nothing left to stand in IT’s way. “ He chuckled again tossing an orange up into the air, catching it with his hand then bitting into the unpeeled fruit like an apple.

“I have given you a shell. I will allow you to figure it out. However, if you wish to summon me it is fairly simple. Allow me to write upon your flesh the name of power, or, offer a prayer and I will come. Usually. Even I have limitations and can’t be everywhere at once. Thus the priestess exists. “ He paused and looked at the Moogle.

“What was the last question? Oh.. “ he growled and looked at the Orange in his hand, crushing it to a pulp. “I only listen to offerings of Oranges… Be warned however Little One. To toy with a summoning’s bindings is to wreak woe. “

Aibnat taps a claw to her chin, looking him over, seeming amused.  "Truly are we more than what is beheld by mortal senses."  She stepped towards him.  "Truly are we nought but a mere sliver in such forms."  Another step.  "Truly do I care for this world, and truly do I wish to protect it; to be the scythe against even our own kin.  Yet..."  She continued until her steps lead her to him.  "...I know nought of your designs: what you might do to protect this world.    What I have seen thus far... “

Perhaps one of the most painfully vicious of the jackals, Amon would gather within this broken and bleeding body, the plain color of his eyes staring wide at the ceiling as gold began to bloom into the iris… brilliant and glimmering, like Thavnairian sands trickling in. Lips parting in a gargled gasp in pain, blood rising from his lips. Pain turned to delight, a light at the end of the long tunnel and then bliss as his tense body laxed. Souls becoming one, Amon was summoned.

Myths and legends are built on truths. Twisted and retold until the story is but a glimmer of the true nightmare that once existed. Yet sometimes legends and myths step from the shadow and become reality. No longer bound by the restraints of the world in which held them captive or gave them power. They step into the unknown for cause and purpose that drives them forward, never relenting, never ending until the truth becomes a legend again.

Black nails gleamed with a shadowed aura as they scraped across the obsidian stone. It was out of defiance that the void warden did so. Her violet hues cast to the void and the creatures that lingered within.

“You wish me to hunt them?”

The cold emotionless tone was sinister almost in its intent. Dark lips smirked as the lithie frame of the dark-clad woman turned, a spray of smoke fluttered around her as if a cape.

Kneeling, those black nails lifted to pull back a darkened cowl. Shadows rippled around her yet there was an icy chill that clung around her. Ebony locks cascaded down about a cinnamon complexion causing those violet eyes to glimmer all the more brightly. Rune markings surrounded her eyes and teared down her cheeks. Markings of the void. Within the void she was known as Kyonshia, a demon of Death, a warden, a bounty hunter for those that had dared to delve too deep within the shadows. Those who had been touched and had yet to pay their price, or ran from it. If she had ever been human she no longer remembered it, though one could say she was never anything but this. A myth, a legend.. a nightmare.

From the void, a single claw-like digit touched her pale forehead and then was gone. The void warden stood and pulled her cowl over her face once more. Everything about her seemed a blend of void and ice. A strange mix of magic that made her unique amongst her brethren. For among them she was known as Onyx. Not a rogue, not shadow walker, no she was spellblade, a runeweaver, a shadow mage. All the tricks of the shadows with all the chaos of a mage. Her favourite past time was casting illusions around those she was hunting. Conjuring not only the ultimate tests of their skill and mind but facing their fears. It was not enough to just catch them, she wanted to enjoy watching them break. Such is to be expected from something of the void.

As Onyx stood the shadows wrapped around her until she was on the edge of a great cavern within the seventh realm of the void. Rivers of lava that looked like purple hues of shadow flame, rippled through the landscape. Without a thought, she spread her arms and jumped. -Blink- time seemed to slow as neon stars seemed to whiz by her gaze. Twisting and turning within the nether was but a blink of an eye yet she had seen it all as if it was just a long hallway and each door just waiting to be opened. -Blink-

High atop the mountain ridges that circled Ul’dah, Onyx had found herself crouched like a gargoyle looking over it all. A cruel smirk crossed her lips as she watched the people below. Her gaze snapping from one person to another so quickly it would be odd to anyone watching to believe she saw anything. Yet she saw a great deal within those moments. She saw the greed, the corruption, the want and shadow that snaked through the city like poison in the veins.

The woman watched as she smirked behind her darkened cowl. Fire,  like soul flame, erupted over a scythe that was raised behind her back. Looking to her hand she saw the tracing of a black rune began to snake around her palm in a spiral. Those violet eyes cast to a shadow of a tree beside her.

“It will be done, your grace.”

She whispered into the nothingness. The void warden had been released and the hunt had begun.

Tejshar licked his teeth and then looked to the ceiling of the temple. "All right then... " His hands rose as the fires lifted to around him. His arms spread as the molten tattoos about his arms traced up his shoulders and over his neck, tracing his spine and over his hips. His hands opened, palms wrapping around the streams of fire and then he pulled.

His arms twisted again and again as the flames, like ropes, wrapped about his arms. Gold and fire melding as he growled. Deep wounds appeared on his left shoulder, then around his neck, side and back. The scars that mimicked the runes upon Addifore and Ranirus. The flames continued as did the path of molten gold until the wounds were filled with the same gold that adorned the rest of his body. Elsewhere the pain would sear and burn just as if a branding iron had been placed upon their flesh.

He gave one more pull and then let go. Flames rushed back to their braziers and he huffed like a bull.