#arslansenkifandomday2017

[dejavidetc]

•Title: Unforgettable art •Characters: Narsus, Arslan •Rating: G

[arslansenkifandomweek]

Greetings, Denka’s Army!

September marks the passing of summer and our Highness Prince Arslan’s birthday! Said to be on September 21st, we start our celebrations on this day and party on for the whole week. In a time of turmoil, we would like this event to be themed around “encounters”.

For this event we wanted to keep it as open as possible as the new academic year has just started and participants may not find the time to commit to a certain prompt. However, as a little help, here are some prompts that would fit well into our “encounters” theme:

Exchange (trade, cultural,…)

Confrontation, misunderstandings

Peace, meetings

Languages, communication, and interaction

Discovery (secrets, places, self…)

Experiences (fear, the past,…)

Fandom crossovers

Love at first sight, “long time no see”

The tag is: #Arslansenkifandomday2017

Please have a look at our information pages to find out more on how to participate: About | Rules & Guidelines

And do not hesitate to drop us an ask, we’ll get back to you as soon as possible!

YASHASUI~IN!

[breadje]

So I’m not sure if this counts but I did some (late) nail art for Arslan’s birthday

[teekro]

Title: Peace Negotiations

Characters: Arslan and Rajendra

Rating: PG (includes alcoholic beverages)

[daryun]

Arslan Senki fandom day 2017: Encounters

~a drabble for Chapter 36~ (apart from a guy being shot by an arrow, nothing really happens)

Characters/Pairing: Daryun & Narsus

“Let’s meet back at Ecbatana“ - these had been his last words to his uncle Vahriz. Confident in his own and his uncle’s ability to survive that day, as they had many days and battlefields before.

The former Marzban had always used this phrase with his men before a battle. Well acquainted with their strengths and weaknesses, he trusted them to fight to the best of their abilities and make it through. Some men would of course fall, but as a commander, Daryun was always determined to keep the number of deaths as low as possible by carefully planning ahead.

Five years ago a young nobleman from Daylam had replaced Lord Teos’ seat at court. Brash though he seemed, Daryun found him to be an excellent strategist, a kindred spirit at court, and a good friend.

And now Daryun was looking for Narsus.

He was relieved his Highness Arslan, Elam, Lady Farangis, and even the suspicious looking “minstrel” Gieve were safe. But Zandeh’s men were still around on the look-out for them.

Once again, these had been his lasts words before they parted ways. A part from Narsus, everyone was now accounted for.

Just up ahead Daryun hears raised voices in Parsian: “It’s Narsus!” “We found him!”. He beckons Elam to follow him, as they ride towards the calls as fast as they can. Narsus is a skilled swordsman, but he could be weary from travel, outnumbered, or another opponent such as Zandeh may be amongst the enemy. Daryun resolves to come to his aid under all circumstances; Those were not going to be his last words to him.

Daryun draws his bow and releases it almost instantly after a brief aim. The arrow hits its target. He made it in time. 

Barely.

[vinyatar]

for @arslansenkifandomweek with “encounter” theme - 2v1 narsus & daryun vs hirmiz hilmes hermes silvermask.

for some reason, practicing dynamic poses always looks better in the rough sketch. i foresee a lot of sprained ankles

[purpleswans1]

A funny comic for Arslan Senki Fandom Week.

Art by Daryun on the Arslan Senki Amino. Permission to repost given by artists.

Source

[breadje]

Songs of a Beauty

Title: Songs of a Beauty Author: A Chinaweeb (my friend) Characters/Pairings: Tahameney, Andragoras III, Osroes V Rating: T Warnings: There will be blood (in later chapters) Summary: The tale of the path of ashes left behind by the mirror image of Ashi A/N: I came across a poem in the film House of the Flying Daggers (highly recommend watching because it's awesome) which naturally reminded me of dear Tahameney. So I wrote Tahameney's life while loosely using the poem as guideline. I know my writing is awful but have fun anyway

Prologue on AO3

The bells rung in the high city, bordering the Parsian empire. In the castle, far above the mist of the lower city, a child was born. Her mother had called the seers whom upon their arrival delivered a prophecy which worried the local lords. It told of beauty so unparalleled that it would influence all in the known world. Upon the birth and announcement of the child, priests and priestesses from far and wide were called in to bring offerings to any god that would hear them, that they might show mercy on the people surrounding this child.

But not just fear was heard amongst the many lords that served in the court of this small kingdom. They schemed, they plotted. The beauty – so they said with hushed voices, behind closed doors – could be used as a bargaining chip with the Parsians. She could be married to Osroes, the prince who would take the throne once his father passed. This would buy the lords of this kingdom safety from the expanding empire. When they walked about the castle corridors or passed the tents of their men, they would hear the whispers about the Parsians. “Immortals” they would hear. Yes, this kingdom feared the Parsians more than the wrath of the gods they abandoned to plead for forgiveness for whatever they had done to deserve such a destructive child.

 But fate has a way of toying with those subjected to her will.

 Years passed and the child grew. She strode through her chambers when she was two and recited ancient poetry by the age of five. She was not a joyous child, but she was not as cold as she would one day become. At the age of twelve she was more beautiful than anyone in court, by age fourteen she rivalled the goddess Ashi.

The generals began to grow concerned. Soon the time would come that the Parsians needed a wife for their crown prince. So far, they had remained out of the flames of the Parsian fury but it would not last long, this they all knew.

And so came an official request to have the most beautiful lady in all of the known world marry the Parsian soon-to-be king.

 ‘Open the gates! A messenger from Ectbatana approaches!’

‘Open gates!’ echoed the commander on the wall.

The messenger rode into the castle at a staggering speed.

He did not stop to tie his horse to a post outside the castle and ran inside, directly to the main hall.

‘My Lord! My Lady! Prince Osroes will personally ride here to assess whether Lady Tahameney is a worthy bride! He brings a small protective army as well as his brother; the prince Andragoras. They shall arrive within days!’

The king and queen exchanged worried looks. The reception of a Parsian army within the city walls could go wrong in a multitude of ways. However, if it meant they could avert the rage of the Parsian army it might be worth it. Fairly quickly they had concocted a plan to handle the arrival of two Parsian princes. They ordered their servants to find the most gorgeous dress and the most fragrant perfume for their daughter to wear during the banquet they would hold to receive Osroes and his brother.

Away from the throne room, a young girl – only sixteen – sat on a chair as servants buzzed around her. Two were doing her hair making sure it looked even more silken than it usually did. Two more servants were running in and out of the enormous room adjoined to this one, which held a vast collection of dresses. Jittery, they held up one after another in front of or next to the quiet princess. With impassive look on her face, she watched sceptically as the servants ran about. She wondered what type of guest would illicit such determination to make everything in the palace twice as splendorous as it had been before and even more ostentatiously glamorous. Because she was a girl, she had not received politics and diplomacy lessons. Instead she was taught the arts and other matters, all of which exclusively reserved for women. It made no sense in her mind. What sane person would challenge their military? She had seen them from the tower whilst standing next to her father when he gave encouraging speeches, emphasising the nigh insurmountable strength of their troops. Or when her brother had praised them for defeating yet another fierce enemy. The girl rolled her neck which was getting stiff while the hairdressers did their utmost to make her hair look even better than it normally did. She wondered what kind of man Osroes was for a moment before her mind returned to indifference.

‘My Lady?’

‘I’m ready. Take me to the throne room.’

 ‘Her Royal Highness, the Princess Tahameney!’

As she was announced, the massive doors to the throne room swung open and revealed the stunning girl behind them. The entire hall fell silent as she strode across the middle of the hall before sitting down next to her mother, by her father’s left hand side. As she sat, Osroes stood.

‘The stories of your beauty seem to have been more than rumour.’ He spoke. ‘Indeed your beauty rivals that of Ashi herself.’

The princess acknowledged the praise with a cold nod towards the powerful prince. As she glanced at him and his brother once more, she spotted a glint of something unidentifiable behind the eyes of Andragoras. She quickly dismissed the thoughts and ate quietly. While her parents and the princes discussed the possibility of marriage, she took the time to evaluate the princes. Osroes was a reasonably handsome man – especially when compared to his younger brother. He carried him with a grace becoming of a future-king. He was well-spoken and eloquent man and actually took the effort of thinking before speaking. The same could not be said for Andragoras who was corrected on more than one occasion by his older brother, and reprimanded at least as many times for not following etiquette. Just for a moment Tahameney was glad that she was to marry Osroes and not his obnoxious brother. Even if her parents only did it to solidify their own position in this world, the young princess was glad that it was Osroes who would serve that goal.

The prince in question stood up as he spoke to her father. ‘My lord, will we have the honour of witnessing your daughter’s dancing and musical talents tonight?’

With a flick of the king’s hand, instruments and musicians appeared from the small doorways on either side of the great hall. When they had prepared they perfectly-polished instruments which were all tuned to perfection, Tahameney rose. She gracefully strode to the middle of the hall where room was made to facilitate dance. With a cold nod, she ordered the musicians to play a piece. As she started moving, the guests grew more quiet as, one by one, they were captured by the grace of this young girl's movments. The young lady floated across the floor as though carried by the wings of angels. When the movement and her dancing stopped, a total silence fell over the hall. All the lords were baffled by the talent that this girl possessed. She made a light bow as she walked over to one of the instruments. She would recite a Parsian poem which would be suitable to the occasion – which meant one about their hero-king, Parsians sure loved their wars. She decided she would play no more than one poem, for her voice had very much the same effect on the great hall as her dancing had. After a long silence, the Parsian heir started clapping loudly – not knowing what else to do. He had no words at the ready. Hesitantly at first, the rest of the lords and ladies in the hall joined

When the young princess returned to her chair, she received a satisfied look from her parents. Once more Osroes stood up.

‘Truly your beauty and talent are without parallel. You might one day surpass the Goddess Ashi herself!’

The smallest of smiles played on Tahameney’s lips. She had this man wrapped around her finger. The safety of her parents’ kingdom would be assured.