no regrets (except using alcohol markers to color tiny drawings)
btw Yelena is my hc for Alexander’s wife. tall queen
characters from left to right:
Temaku, head Alchemist of the Dark World/Zerzura, torturing expert, Empress’ confidant (horny ass)
Kita, Temaku’s apprentice, révolutionnaire that destroyed the Dark World/Zerzura (emo twink)
Atharu, Temaku’s assistant (tired of horny ass Temaku’s crap)
Empress Tihana Last and Eternal, the ruler of Empire (Ur-Naya dynasty). Amnesia Rebirth game’s main antagonist (infertile ass)
Yelena, Enkindled Fortress’ citizen moved to Empire with her outlaw husband. Disgraced aristocrat_te. (majestic)
Ayandra the Apostate aka Alexander of Brennenburg, runaway Alchemist from Enkindled Fortress then banished to Earth dimension. the inventor of the amnesia potion.
idk if it was too much explaining who is who I just hold these blue guys in my head constantly and they don’t even exist in fandom because canonically they’re basically just NAMES FROM THE GAME NOTES.
I decied to rewrite the “Ancient Fairytale” from @frictionalgames‘ Amnesia:Rebirth based off of my AU. I've really grown to love Boharu and thought it would be nice to include him my own version of the in-game text, the last line of which is referenced from the original document. I hope you all enjoy.
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“For anyone to defy the Empress is unthinkable. For the Emperor to do so is unforgivable.” (Boharu)
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Once upon a time there was a King and a Queen who loved each other very much. They lived in a splendid palace, were rich beyond measure, and were admired by all that knew them. But there was one thing they wanted more than anything in the world: a child. One day, to their joy, the Queen became pregnant and their subjects shared their happiness. This turned to sorrow when the little Prince was born dead. It was discovered that the Queen had been cursed.
The King told her not to be sad, for he would go in search of a cure. He travelled through many lands, sought council from the most learned of men, and searched through numerous ancient tomes for an answer. Just when he had almost given up, he was told of an Old Hermit that had a magic potion which might undo the curse. The King wasted no time in going to the house where he lived. He pleaded for the potion to be given to him, and, as the Hermit knew of his kindness and generosity, did so.
The King gave the potion to the Queen, both hoping that it would work. For the second time a child grew within her womb and for the second time they buried a son. Once again the King went in search of a cure, his heart becoming heavier with each day that passed, until he heard rumour of another potion. It was said to be even more powerful than the first, but that any who sought it would be killed by the fearsome dragon that guarded it.
The King was brave, though, and rode off to the beast’s lair. It took all of his skill and cunning, but, after much effort, the dragon was defeated and he had what he desired. When the Queen became with child for a third time they feared another funeral would be held. However, the baby was born alive and well, causing all the kingdom to rejoice. The young Princess was loved by everyone, but none held her dearer in their hearts than her parents. Finally, after so much grief, they had found happiness. Alas, it soon came to an end when their daughter grew ill and no physician, no matter how hard they tried, could aid her. The King promised the Queen that he would not rest until the curse was broken, leaving her for a fourth time to find a solution to her plight.
While her husband was gone a Magician, having heard of all that had transpired, came to the court. He told the Queen that he knew how to make another potion that, even though it held no cure, would ensure that their kingdom prospered forever in exchange for a great sacrifice. She agreed, but did not tell the King, for she feared he would disapprove. Unbeknownst to her the most loyal of his knights sent word to his lord, who returned home with all haste and reproached the Queen for her decision. He demanded that she order the Magician to undo his work.
The Queen refused, urging the King to consider all the good that the potion brought. He would not listen, instead raising a great army to stop her and the Magician by force. So she gathered her own and went to war with the King. The fighting lasted for many months until, at last, her husband was defeated. Every last one of his men were put to death, but she could not bear to do the same to him. Instead she sent him to a far away land to live with his misery. But sometimes, when she was alone, the Queen cried, because although she still had the love of her people, it paled in comparison to his own.
