God of Vengeance

[spiritxfanguish-blog]

So, maybe the spirit had walked into a zone she didn’t quite understand. But she didn’t need to understand it. She felt it boiling under herself, deep within her soul. A soft gurgling of hate that threatened to burst underneath her. She could feel his anger, his betrayal, his hatred. It all swarmed her being and she could do nothing to stop it. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to try and stop it. Such an intense emotion was something she rarely felt from others. This was just an oddly packaged treat for her.

Suddenly, she was laughing. A very faint laugh that seemed to almost cause her pain when she did so. But it was still a laugh. A grin stretched across her face, oddly crooked and mismatched with her typically sullen and sunken features. She seemed genuinely amused by his statements after a while, which was probably extremely inappropriate since they were just talking about the enslavement of the elven race.

“You are showing some colours.” She explained as if that was any less vague. “No wonder you are worshiped as the God of Vengeance. I can definitely see it.” Olivia seemed to find the simplest things amusing. Which, wasn’t bad all in all. After living for centuries, one must find pleasures where they may lay dormant. 

[elgarvengeance]

From within the former god one could feel heat radiating outwards, a wave of emotionally driven power waiting to be unleashed. He had wandered for so many years, in the fade there were only two states of being for Elgar'nan. Being consumed by his sorrow as he walked across the never ending hellscape that was the fade, and when hatred burst forth to devour whatever hapless creature thought it wise to attack a god. Stone was scorched beneath his feet, the very air becoming heavy, had the spirit been a mere mortal she might have perished simply by remaining within the vicinity of the fury boiling beneath the surface.  

“To many I was fire made flesh, vengeance taken physical form. Rumors became tales, those tales evolved into legends, and soon after they became a gospel for my people. In the years since our betrayal I've thought much on the matter of gods, and do you know what I've come to realize? That there are no gods, no divine justice or bringer of peace. If there was a god, would they have allowed me and mine to fall so low after rising so high? Would a world controlled by gods truly need vengeance? No. Demons, elves, humans and every other creature that walks creation are flawed from birth. Why else would there be such a great need for vengeance?” His voice crackled like a warm hearth that had burnt for too long, he appeared impossibly ancient despite having yet to truly age a day since the fall of Arlathan.

[mythaleth-blog]

I am lost without you, I cannot protect them as you once did. I am the sword for our enemies, yet I am worthless without my shield. What can I do without you by my side?

The balm which SOOTHES the fire that is wrapped tightly around your DESPERATE heart has now dried from this Well. Left behind is DUST that chokes your DELICATE and raw throat, meant for screams and wails of a FRAIL fury. You are an exposed NERVE with out me to place my palm across your forehead. With me, your skin is COOL and gentle. Fingertips eager to press themselves into the DIMPLES of my skin. We were meant to mold the curves of ourselves together and CREATE a single entity, despite our contradictions. A entity which our People REVERED and sought for wisdom and JUSTICE. Their golden gaze inflating our single EGO like the sun sweltering on a summer day.

Your thoughts are TANGLED, a sword thrashing in the dark. I was meant to PROTECT you while you protected our People. A WEAPON against our enemies, against the evil that plagued our KINGDOM. This was our design, a beautiful SKYLINE of fiery reds and soothing pinks. Do you MISS me as I was before? When my hand fit perfectly within your CALLOUSED fingers. Lips pressed together into a HAPPY grin. Now, you can no longer feel the PRESSURE of my fingertips. A body harshly taken from me because of past TRANSGRESSIONS, because of things my DUTY had urged me to do. I wish the BLAME you place upon yourself would not linger. It is a festering PARASITE that has no business being attached to you. I am YEARNING to set you on the right course, dissuade you from falling helplessly into self-loathing and HATRED. But my arms are now rendered HELPLESS and you are left alone.

[lethanaviir]

elgarvengeance.

[elgarvengeance]

No regrets

[elgarvengeance]

Elgar'nan's Holland experience

I just can’t be angry in this place, and that unsettles me more than a thousand daggers pointed at my neck.

[elgarvengeance]

“Well… at least I’m not dead.”

“You represent the last shred of hope for our kind, without you our history will fall into ruin and we will be forgotten. Remember this the next time you charge onward with a disregard for your own life. Your life has the weight of a nation, I hope this will give you reason to think ahead next time. If you laid down your life to save a life, a dozen lives or even a hundred lives..You would be sacrificing the potential rebirth of a forest in order to save a single flower. You are no god, you should do well to remember your own mortality as well as your importance.” 

[elgarvengeance]

“You are the last of nothing. This is pointless… you’ve lost.”

“I watched a forest burn in an inferno started by a single spark, and I am far more than a simple spark. They crushed my empire and severed me from my family, you believe this means my defeat? No.”

Stone twisted beneath his heel, the heat radiating from the ancient burning hotter than any mere flame. He was born from the sun, and the aura of wild flames following the former God-King of Arlathan gave credence to that claim.

“It means I have nothing left to lose, there is nothing left to contain my fury. The deserving will burn away into ashes as I draw closer.”

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[elgarvengeance]

Temporary Hiatus: 6 days

From today until the 29th I will be out and about traveling Europe, I might be able to write some replies if my hotel’s internet works. I hope everyone has a wonderful week, I’ll be trying to do the same.

Sun-mun

[spiritflux]

Sentence meme: Dragon Age edition

“That’s a lot of dead people.”

“If it didn’t hurt to breathe right now, I’d hug you.”

“Just keep thinking good thoughts.”

“If there’s something good or beautiful in any of this, please, enlighten me.”

“Sorry, I have a reputation to maintain.”

“Don’t panic, but I think we’ve been through here before.”

“What am I hearing? I don’t want to hear this! I’m not hearing this!”

“If we keep going, eventually we’ll get somewhere! Probably an airing cupboard. I seem to wind up in those a lot.”

“I can’t believe I wore this! Maker, what was I thinking?”

“You’re telling me you never gave your blade the ol’ spit shine?”

“Wait… What are you talking about?”

“Let’s see. Do I respond well to threats? I don’t think I do.”

“Shall we end this quickly?”

“You have not paid for your crime yet.”

“Who’s laughing now, huh?”

“You are the last of nothing. This is pointless… you’ve lost.”

“I know your game. No shadows. No lies. Just you and me.”

“Do you have any idea what’s at stake here?”

“The hate you inspire is unfortunate.”

“You better have a good reason for bothering me.”

“Does the word ‘insane’ mean anything to you?”

“Not listening! La la-la la la!”

“Somebody’s been drinking.”

“That’s a most offensive odor!”

“I am a woman and I reserve the right to be inconsistent!”

“Let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.”

“Congratulations, you have found a waste bin.”

“I saw you playing with that kitten!”

“Let’s see… When was the last time I slipped my hand into some dark hole? Hmm… Long story, that.”

“You can probe me anytime.”

“Now that we’ve talked about tying me up in that context, do we have any extra rope about?”

“I have just browned my trousers, yes?”

“Andraste’s flaming sword - I know where babies come from!”

“Are your fruits forbidden?”

“Where can I get some sauce for that rump roast?”

“Bad things happen when I lead. We get lost, people die, and the next thing you know I’m stranded somewhere without any pants.“ 

“We were already doomed. A quick death now or a slow one later - I’d rather die fighting.”

“Well, it can be a lot to take in I know.”

“I swear it was this big!”

“Don’t look, but I think that whore’s making eyes at you.”

“I am not cleaning this up.”

“Well… at least I’m not dead.”

[mogchar]

replaying dao while seein tweets about da/b99 crossovers isnt good

[wordsnquotes]

Someday we will be more than words in the dark.

Sara Raasch, Snow Like Ashes (via wordsnquotes)

[spiritxfanguish-blog]

elgarvengeance continued from here

[spiritxfanguish-blog]

The spirit listened to the God, making sure not to miss a syllable or breath. She wanted to know– to learn. Opinions mixed and mingled in her head and she felt the more she knew the better it would be for her to take a side. She never truly had a side. No moral compass, no agenda, no opinions. She would take the side of who she stood with. It was easier to speak with them that way. Made them less afraid of her if they thought they understood her.

“You may not hold all responsible, but I’m sure there are left over feelings. I’m sure you see a human face and think of their ancestors and what they did to your people.” She speaks, this time, not too carefully, being rather blunt. “I am positive you feel some negative feeling to the modern humans. And by my appearance, I am sure there is some weariness.”

[elgarvengeance]

“I ruled for over a thousand years, always putting the needs of the many above my own views and emotions. Humanity does not deserve my hatred, as much as I may want to despise every last member of their race, I cannot. No more than you could blame the remnants of my people for the actions done by my family. As a king I learned the value of mercy, as a god I was reminded of that lesson every day.” The flames in his eyes danced like wildfire, a constant whirl changing forms. His emotions were always obscured by fury and hate, even in his brightest moments he could not escape it, nor could the spirit before him. He spoke of what he knew was right, what his beloved had once taught him, but could he still believe those words? Without her to temper his fury? The spirit's questions revived old pains he had thought forgotten, hatred he hoped would remain in its grave.

“Hate is a fire, it burns consumes everything it touches...The best one can do is attempt to guide the fire towards a deserving foe. Hate is what kept me alive when I was a 'mere mortal' and once I ascended..the flames grew and consumed the lives of thousands of those undeserving as well as the deserving..I have no hatred for humanity, but the northern kingdoms..They would do well to pray to their false idols and beg that I do not return.” His hatred still burnt as brightly as the day it had been lit, but it had not been meant for humanity. The taunting image of a white wolf leapt through his mind, once more reminding him of his true enemy. Yet his mind would not obey, his words following his emotions rather than what he knew to be right. 

He is a sword without it’s shield.

“A day of reckoning will come to those who are responsible for the death of my people..There are those in the north who still boast of their victory and claim ownership of my kin, and they will burn along with their gods.” And the wolf shall watch the world catch fire, before being consumed by his sin.

[mythaleth-blog]

mythal’s touch.

      There is VIOLENCE hidden beneath your skin. Made worse by the FIRE in your belly. While a drum beats against your chest like a war SCARRING your precious earth. You are PLUNGED into darkness and are content stewing in a dangerous fury. Do you not REALIZE how nothing grows in your violent mind? A mind STARVED for the light that you have so willing hauled away. The ABSENCE of it makes her wither. And SHE CRIES, a greater Mother than I will ever be MOURNS your downfall. If you had any love for her, you would crawl away from the VOID and lay in her arms. Yet, you still sit in your anger like a little boy lost to the FLAMES as it consumes his family. 

     So, SHE CRIES. Her tears long and HARSH. Large droplets that crash on the SCORCHED earth as a soothing balm. And from them, I step like a CREATURE made from water. Fluid and calm but rugged like SHATTERING waves upon the shore. My fingers are your SALVE as I press them to your heated forehead. And I wonder if my TOUCH helps your distant mind. I run them along your cheekbones and the line of your JAW. I feel your PULSE like a raging river but it is as boiling as the sea beneath the sun. TERROR clutches my heart but my touch is serene. Are you seeing the nature of your ways? Do you see that your violence has destroyed you?

     I was born to HEAL your wounds and RELIEVE your sorrows. And my heart is light when you look upon me as if I were made of CRYSTAL. My lips press against your brow. They speak of an AFFECTION already born in me, they have fallen in LOVE with you. And SHE NO LONGER CRIES. For you have found your PEACE with a sun that once threatened your mind. She has ALLOWED me to bear your sorrow. And I CRADLE it like a child. I am your SHIELD and you are my SWORD.

[elgarvengeance]

“What do you think of humans?” The small and familiar spirit reappeared over the shoulder of the god, wide eyes peering at him. Her feet were silent, as if not there, but they made obvious contact with the ground. “I take the form of a human because that was the body I was given when leaving the Fade. Would you prefer it if I did not?”

Humanity, the newly arisen species that enslaved the remnants of hispeople. Each member of their bloodline served as a walking reminderof the final moments of the once proud Elves. “Humanity was theblade that cut the throat of war torn people, famine and death werecoming for my people regardless of what humanity did. Yet thenorthern empire was not satisfied with simply leaving them for dead.They crushed their faith, broke their bodies and stripped away thepower that had rested within their blood for generations. I have nolove for humanity, but I cannot claim my anger is righteous. Takewhatever form comes naturally to you, spirit. I do not hold allresponsible for the actions of a nation.”

But the fires of hate that burned for Tevinter remained within hissoul, setting it ablaze when his mind forced him to relive the horridmemories of his people's destruction. One day a new sun would dawnupon Tevinter, and their magisters would tremble at it's approach.  

[spiritxfanguish-blog]

She listened once more, keeping her mouth shut tightly. She did not make a move to interrupt him. The spirit was fascinated by the tales of time. Opinions of others mixed with ones she heard from others was always something she enjoyed. She thrived off of perspective. What was good or bad. What to hope for or not. It was like an orchestra was playing right to her heart with each word of a story, or moral code, or opinion. She loved it all.

Joy resonated through the spirit at the mans last statement. A God being a beggar? What an odd vision that was. It was quite amusing, the imagination of others. They always thought of extremes or something that would make her laugh.

“I do not think you are a beggar, ser.” She spoke politely and softly, gentle with her words and always so cautious. “The Fade is not the worst place you could be. I enjoy my time here. I think it is pretty.”

[elgarvengeance]

He was no more a beggar now than he was during the heights of Arlathan. The former god of vengeance straightened himself, showing his full stature. “The fade is half of a world..The veil cuts us off from life born from flesh and blood, while cutting them off from the very fabric of magic itself..The veil is forcing a world that has unrivaled potential to waste away..” A hint of remorse trailed along his words.

“There is no worse place for me and mine. I’m a shade wandering the fade in search of a family I cannot reach, our physical forms locked away behind walls darker than obsidian. How madness has not claimed my mind is beyond my own understanding.” 

Burning eyes glanced towards the impossible structure that remained ever present in the sky, the Black City. Within those cursed walls his family slept and dreamed in agony, just out of his reach. Once more he began to wander, walking past the spirit, stones rising from the earth to create a bridge beneath his feet. She was free to pursue or to go her own way, he had no intention of forcing her hand.

“..It is a prison. A place for my family to suffer for our ‘sins’..Nothing more.” 

[spiritxfanguish-blog]

She listens, attentive and quiet. She drinks in every piece of knowledge, opinion, moral code. It soaks into her like she is a sponge. The spirit did not have her own opinions very often. Nor, did she care for the morals of others. She reflected whatever their moral code was. If they had the same beliefs, it would be easier for her to be with them. The other wouldn’t be hostile if she had a different opinion.

“How long…?” She mumbled. seeming to be searching for the answers. “I believe…I was created around the time of your people. One of the earliest memories I have is of seeing Arlathan, I think.” The spirit paused before giving an affirmative head shake. “Yes. Around the that time I must have been born. But, I can not be certain. It has been far too long to remember.”

[elgarvengeance]

“I walked the sands of this world as a child, before there were cities and countries united by lords and kings. When you came into existence, I had already been wandering for a very long time. I remember each step I took, each life I took..” The eternal suns that seemed locked away inside his skull flickered, his eyes closing as the ancient thought back to the very beginning of his life.  “Imagine watching creation since the dawn of true civilization..to lay the foundation that an entire world would stand upon..Only to have yourself torn away from the world, locked away inside a realm that only desperate prayers can reach.” “I watched the world flourish and evolve further than it ever had before, and now I am forced to watch scavengers pick through the bones of my family’s work..and now I am reduced to wandering the fade, telling my tale to a spirit as though I am some beggar offering stories in exchange for coin.” 

[spiritxfanguish-blog]

Her face pushes together as she tries to understand his words. She didn’t through. What he said didn’t make any real sense to her. But, of course, they were talking about the mortals. The mortals rarely made sense to her. She’s seen their cruel ways and what has happened and how it happened. But she doesn’t understand why it had to happen. Mortals were just weak and pitiful in her mind.

“I do not understand. Time passes and things change. New threats and new enemies emerge. Gods become nothing but legends. But, I think, they are still your people. Maybe less knowledgeable, but still your people. Maybe they are just waiting for someone to guide them again.”

[elgarvengeance]

“I watched my people grow from a collection of mismatched tribes, into an empire so grand the world has yet to produce an equal in all the years I spent walking through my own hellish punishment. My people were ageless, weavers of magic that lasted centuries. The wolf brought them down lower than slaves, cut away their gods and left them to cannibalize the empire we had forged for them. What people is there left to lead? Hundreds of scattered groups, less than they were when I was a child, and none of them will listen to the truth.” His voice crackled like an open flame, the ancient skin that covered his bones were decorated with fractures that revealed the burning light he contained within himself. The former god was worn, he was tired. 

“How long have you existed, spirit? How long have you watched the world change around you?”