emperor & empire.

/ ˈɛmp(ə)rə / your emperor has returned.

[thestarlithearts]

From the ashes that you left me with, I’ve built an empire.

Against all odds, I’ll rise, 15/12/‘16 (via thestarlithearts)

[sun-liightt]

[siofrarafferty]

[ashurima-blog]

ǫᴜɪɴɴ. Impetuous, like all Demacians, he dared to categorise her w/ others. Stringent, like all Demacians, too, crude unlike them, though. ❝ Is there a limit to your rising ignorance, girl? You ask the Emperor of Shurima such questions, my kindness limits itself only to my people, my smiles are not to be mistaken w/ friendship, ❞ a calm demeanour remains, albeit, an assertiveness, an urge to dominate, in his voice, ❝ There is no place w/o crooks, you are either too naïve, or simply moronic to think that way. What business do you have in Shurima? Demacia wishes to stay stranded from us, why have you come here? ❞

[ashurima-blog]

ǫᴜɪɴɴ. B/w the hours of the zenith of the sun, He flourishes Shurima w/ His light. Under His blessing, the sand roasts to a beautiful yellow, & the Shurimans appreciate of His bestowing. Some w/ a book, head pressed against His architecture, some w/ a word in their hearts, silence on their tongue, hands busy in the work of their trade. He, who weaves their destinies into the abode of fortune, it is the path, that is theirs to choose ━ a fair working, or partisan to cheat. This afternoon, both are on display for an Emperor who rose. On the streets of Nashramae, there are people of contrast. Behind the woods, under the cloth of tears & patches, one wears the clothes of purity ━ austere white. Sweat underneath, his skin glistens. Glinting, alluring, melanine. The others are in lose shirts, knives in pockets ; even their soul is of sharp edges. & they had approached, cut themselves open on sharp edges, caused a ruckus. But nothing escapes the Azir’s notice, eyes on every particle of Shurima, gaze of a hawk. Guards march, w/ strict discipline, in the rhythm of footsteps of a well known regimen. A stern hold, a woman held, she shall be sanctified today, met by the Emperor of Shurima, Azir rouses, ❝ Fighter w/ ostentatious colours, a Demacian, no doubt. ❞

[ashurima-blog]

sʜᴜʀɪᴍᴀ / ᴛʀᴀᴅᴇ & ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴄʏ. shurima’s economy relies on the trade. the markets are huge and they are accepting of technology, artefacts, whatever it maybe. & due to this v. reason, a flow of all types of currency is prevalent in shurima, however, it is also known to have it’s own currency, namely, ❛ securi. ❜ the vekaura streets of nashramae are renowned for the vast market & most of the trading takes place there, however, most of the trade of illegal substances takes place in a land controlled by noxus, namely bel’zhun. though there remains a bitterness in trading w/ noxus, they most often comply due to monetary needs. 

[ashurima-blog]

sʜᴜʀɪᴍᴀ / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴs & ᴛʜᴇ sᴏʟᴀʀɪ. though shurima worships the sun, they do not align themselves w/ the solari nor their sun gods. their belief lies in the ❛ the great weaver, ❜ a deity which is known to weave the lives and destinies of each individual. it is, however, not something that prevailed from the v. start, but began after the fall of ancient shurima, somewhat as a consolidation for the fall of their empire, something as a hope. besides, rammus has earned himself the title of a demigod by some. he continues to remain a mystery at large, however the wild theories have him claimed as a god who comes in time of need to worthy pilgrims.

[ashurima-blog]

sʜᴜʀɪᴍᴀ / ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs. though shurima is rich in culture, there are 2 languages which are core to it, namely ❛ na’vi ❜ & ❛ eytesh ❜, which can be compared to modern day hindi & urdu. asides from that, the other languages spoken in shurima are common, ur - noxian, demacian & elliniki which originate from noxus, demacia and mount targon that border shurima in north west, west, & north respectively. icathian, in today’s time has been mostly forgotten, & whatever is known, is known by specialists that are present in shurima since there are no survivors left.

[ashurima-blog]

                              HIS POWER FILLED THE TRONE ROOM.                           THE CASTLE. THE MOUNTAIN. THE WORLD.                                 IT HAD NO END AND NO BEGINNING.