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Chelsea Wolfe - Carrion Flowers

Live in session at Maida Vale for BBC Radio 1

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     Akama scoffed and put the book down on a stack he had apparently already sorted through. Other romantic retellings and a few basic history books. There was no real uniting factor in any of them. He was, after all, just guessing as to what part of Albion’s history would be most useful.

    “Have you been to Aurora? We share similarities between our people but there is much of your architecture that does not speak to me the way it would you.” His shoulders slumped and he waved a hand in acquiescence. There were winged statues that dotted both the ruins of Aurora and Albion. They had once been conduits for Heroes of his people but what meaning they had here? He had no clue.

    “I have been in Albion and your ruins for some time. None of my associates here are scholars so I have been wandering without context.” In truth, most of his Albion associates were really Aquilia’s. Paupers mostly and not enough education between them for a single person. They had their uses but this was not one of them. “Any opinion you have would be welcome if you have the time to spare for a curious old man.”

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     Xiro gave the foreigner a sympathetic frown and shake of the head, his shoulders heaving as a sigh whistled past his lips. “Unfortunately, no. Most historians know nothing at all about the subject, and almost all of it is simply conjecture written like a bad Meredith Sock novel.”        It was a frustration he had long borne with Albion’s scholarly community. They were less concerned about truth and more about sensationalism, could never agree on any of the details, and pulled most of what they published as fact straight out of their asses. It all reeked of shit. Samarkand had far superior records, and Aurora had reportedly been similarly adept at recording their history and traditions before the Crawler’s attacks had resulted in much of it being lost. Albion’s so-called historians just didn’t measure up.       “You’d have better luck studying the ruins and what few consistent records of that time yourself and drawing your own conclusions. There’s not much I can do for you besides telling you where to go, or offering you my own opinions.”

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Drakengard 2 Sentence Starters

Are you going to treat me like a kid forever?

You’re starting to use your sword like a real human.

I believe you are duty bound to ensure that they did not die in vain.

How many times have I carried you on my back?

It has become my duty in life to protect you.

Nothing will stop you as long as we are together.

I’d hate to waste time picking you up if you fall.

They tried to destroy the world. Such crimes cannot go unpunished.

You’re just a gang of assassins. You can all go to hell!

They’re not proud martyrs! Look how terrified they are!

I am still haunted by what they said.

I never asked for such grave responsibilities.

If only you would stay out of trouble, I could dedicate more time to reading.

Pathetic! Time you started to stand on your own two feet.

You obey their every command and follow them around like a puppy. When did you become such a sycophant?

I have some knowledge of the black magic arts.

Don’t you pity me! Don’t you dare pity me! I will not be pitied!

I have no reason to fight you. Put away your sword!

We fight on the side of justice!

It’s not often that the guilty asks for the harsher punishment.

Humans just don’t belong in the air.

Chasing women is like chasing mice; no reward.

If the guilty are good at anything, it’s running and hiding.

It bothers me to have someone so powerful in our midst.

You fight evil yet you’re willing to trust everyone around you.

When I see fools like you I want to crush them like insects.

Some savior you are, traitor!

You promised that you’d always protect me as a knight!

What’s all the fuss. What have you done?

I wasn’t planning on eloping with you just yet but I suppose now is as good a time as ever.

I’m not surprised. Jealousy, hatred, treachery. Sounds like a typical human story.

It’s just the two of us now. Just like before.

You’re the only human I care to be with anyway.

You should not fear the unknown. You should embrace it.

Does nothing frighten you?

As long as that memory lives within us, we can stand firm in times of adversity.

In just a few seconds I’ve gone from knight to exiled traitor.

Will you stop sitting on my back and whining? You’ll pull through. I know you will.

In the end, it seems to be the only place I can call home.

I remember playing here when I was young.

I haven’t seen you smile in a long time. You know, I thought you’d forgotten how to laugh.

Our life together was not so bad.

You people are only valuable as sacrifices.

You have something to believe in. I envy you.

Oh, you’re so mean. But not mean enough!

Don’t you have any sins you’d rather wash away? I’ll wash them all away for you!

It never used to be like this. I used to be so happy. Everyone loved me. What happened?

The Storm. The Darkness. It’s coming to swallow me up.

Do you have any idea what you’re doing?

You’ve cast a spell on them, haven’t you!?

I need answers. There are too many questions still remaining.

You commit one crime after another. But why?

I won’t forgive you for this.

Maybe it doesn’t heal because it serves as a reminder of that day.

Just because you can’t make any friends, doesn’t mean you should take it out on the rest of us.

Are you really that anxious to die?

How do you like that? They just ran away. Well, it saves me the trouble.

What, you’ve forgotten me already? How quickly the young forget.

There I was thinking you were some regular crook, and it’s you!

You haven’t changed. Still playing the fool as always.

Mere children, but they do love to inflict pain on humans. Innocence can be a deadly weapon.

Sometimes an excess of charm can kill a man.

I see that we cannot go back to the old days.

To die at the peak of beauty, how romantic.

I’m glad that we could meet one last time. I will never forget you.

I never saw gratitude on the faces of the civilians. We did nothing to deserve their thanks.

THIS is the hero who saved the world!?

There is witchcraft in those red eyes of theirs.

Stop clinging to the ghosts of the past! Don’t you know who you are anymore!?

Even stone-headed fools have the right idea, some of the time.

The truth of the past and the reality of the future are not always easy to reconcile.

They told me, never forget. Never forget your crimes. Live on, open your eyes, and spend every waking moment reflecting on your sins.

I believe in the path that I have chosen. I must follow it right to the very end.

I have no destination nor have I any home to return to.

It’s an end without an end. An end without a beginning.

I never wanted to come back. Especially not like this.

You still fight for others? You’re pathetic.

You shed blood and tears to save people’s lives. That is what you want, right? Please, make me believe it.

Nothing’s more terrifying but death but then life’s no picnic either.

I think our reunion was fate or something like it.

You ask too much of me. If we live to atone for our sins, we’ve lived long enough. I’ve lived too long.

I couldn’t stop them from dying. I felt so helpless.

Aren’t you running from the truth?

Tell me why they had to die!

Everyday it’s betrayal, hate, and murder. It’s too much for me.

I would have given up if I had lost them.

I’ve scoured the world for them! They’re my only kin, my only family. I yearned to see them again.

When I heard that you were the prisoner, my heart stopped. I had to see with my own two eyes.

No matter what we find, nothing could surprise me now.

How typical of you. You watch and take no action.

Right and wrong mean nothing in this world. You are either strong or weak, and if you are weak you are dead.

Of what value are pride and dignity? Power alone brings you the respect of the mewling masses!

Don’t look at me like that! The world would be better off without idiotic idealists like you!

Soon enough, you’ll realize the justice you hold so dear is nothing but a lie.

There’s no such thing as a meaningful battle but reality is that if we don’t fight, we die.

We meant to save the world, not to destroy it!

Maybe the humans drive the gods to anger just by being alive.

This place fills me with sadness.

I will never forgive! I will never forgive the treacherous humans!

Death will be a blessing for us.

Show no mercy! Do you wish to die!?

The one who calls to me. I cannot see. Where are you?

You heard my voice, and tried to set me free many times.

How the people must have turned against you.

I had waited so long… so long to see you again.

It’s over. We’re together now.

It’s all in the gods’ hands. They created the world. They can destroy it, too.

I’ve lived too long. I never wanted to see the end of the world.

Please. I can’t let more innocent people die.

They are empty shells. Leave them.

But the gods don’t like good children. The gods love children who love gods.

Saving the world and saving them. They’re one and the same to me!

It’s the aroma of history. Finally, I am home!

Patience, patience. Like it or not, you’ll soon understand.

I sense the truth sleeping deep within.

We leave the throne with much anguish, but with our dignity intact.

Humans foolishly assume superiority. They’re just one part of the grand plan.

Shall we check? Dead or alive, I know that you won’t be satisfied until you know.

Stop talking nonsense and lend me your shoulder.

When I die, I want it to mean something.

If you hate me so much, go ahead and kill me now!

Love me. Love me, please?

You don’t have to be a good person. I want you to be yourself.

Is it you that I seek? Is it I that you seek?

You can be with me. Would that be such a bad thing?

They showed me everything. They said, “This is all your fault.”

I didn’t care if I died. Death would at least provide relief.

Your fate has no relevance to me. Repeat your foolish history, if you like.

Think of your future. I’ll follow you, whatever you decide.

The myth is about to become reality.

One look into your eyes and I knew you were a person with a purpose.

I cannot believe in a peace achieved through one person’s sacrifice.

What order is left in this world? Do not delude yourself.

This is my fate. This is why I was born. I must fulfill my destiny.

I don’t care if it means facing the gods. I’m determined to fight until the very end.

They gave their life to save me! But why!?

We’re still alive for a reason. There are things we must do.

All we have left is war and the desolation it leaves in its wake.

I’m right here. I’m still myself. I’m no longer a puppet.

I should have known that sentiment would cloud your judgment.

You are pathetically weak. How will you fight the blaze raining down from the heavens?

I can see myself in your eyes. A young child who believed they were a dragon, and that they could fly.

I wanted to stay with you. As long as you remained my father, I wanted to stay. But this is good-bye!

A child who defies his father’s wishes cannot hope to surpass him.

Is this my only choice? Do I really have to fight you?

I don’t want our time together to end like this! Why does it have to be this way?

If you wish to go your own way, you must surpass me first!

Didn’t you know? Children always surpass their forefathers. it’s been that way throughout history, for every race.

Good-bye. Thank you for raising me.

You thank me still? You’re a sentimental fool. Just like your father.

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[ Netflix’s Castlevania Sentence Meme ]

“You took that which I love, so I will take from you everything you have and everything you have ever been.”      The man grimaced. Which was rather impressive since his face seemed to be stuck in a permanent state of scowling.

    He shut the book and returned his gaze to the man in front of him. Despite his less than pleased looks he was quite cordial. “I was told this is where most of your records were but, for your Heroes, I’ve not found much beyond romantic retellings like this and inconsistent recollections. Do you not have anything more solid?”

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Netflix’s Castlevania Sentence Meme

S1, E1 Witchbottle

Spoilers ahead! If you haven’t watched Castlevania yet, you should turn back now! 

Send me a sentance from the list below, or send me a ✞ for me to choose one at random for my muse to say to yours! Feel free to change pronouns, the names of deities, etc to suit your tastes!

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Bramblewine & Akamakamas, Fable Verse.

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{ooc} I somehow had like five pages with that post up and the one where I didn’t forget to add the last line was apparantly NOT the one I submitted!! Fixed now!

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The pair were notoriously hard to catch when they didn’t want to be found. The soldier had thought himself clever this time, having guessed at where they might rest. The barman had confirmed it. Even pointed out the table to him.

The man from Aurora was not hard to miss with his strange garb and size. So very large and looking directly at him. Then he was around the corner.

The soldier followed only to find nothing there. Such a large man could not sneak away could he? And yet...

  The world turns over in it’s sleep and the age of heroes and monsters has at last come to an end.

   Or, perhaps not.

   The champion Saler the Righteous lead his men to destroy legion’s of Aurora’s enemies. The Auroran warrior Tannar dedicated his life to his people. The prophet Sand traveled using his powers to both heal and destroy. The sands of Aurora hold dangers of which Albion has not seen. So too have they given rise to heroes in order to battle it.

   Akama was just a young man coming into his own when he began to build his own reputation. He was quick, clever, and clandestine. Skills he used to protect the scattering of settlements outside the City of Aurora. Well enough for any warrior but Akama had something more. Lightning danced from his fingertips at a whim; creating glass from sand.

   It was on his journey of do-gooding that he traveled to a place suffering from illness. Healing was not beyond him but what he found there was. The events that happened there are not often talked about by him or the other survivor; even among themselves. A whole community rose to a paranoid pitch and wiped itself out in a glorious blaze that very nearly killed Akama.

   It very well could have too if not for the local that dragged him to the safety of the City of Aurora. Even if he could survive the blaze - as he might as such was not beyond a Hero - it was the Darkness that followed after the blaze could not. He spent his time in and out of consciousness, trying to recoup from his burns until well after the Hero king of Albion drove the Darkness back.

   When he did recover he was horribly scarred and bitter. He had knocked out to buildings ablaze and awoken to his homeland shattered. All his friends and allies laid dead and others found it hard to look at him as he was. The only one who stayed by his side was Aquilia, the malignant being from the town lost. Only they refused to write him off as a soon to be corpse.

   So it was off to Albion that he went, with Aquilia in toe, to learn about Albion’s Heroes and gather his thoughts. While he does his best to maintain a low profile, his companion is not as careful and strange things follow in their wake.

Tl;dr: Akama, Kama/Rifle wielding Auroran Hero of Will & Skill

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{ooc} Afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! It is I! That loser! Back from the grave again.

Went off to finish replaying Fable III for rp reasons. (And then my goblin brain decided I couldn’t do anything until I finished it..) Beat it and Traitor’s Keep last night though so I should be back and will go working on those eight some drafts of mine. Sorry about the delay.

Not even going to bother putting this on Eath. She is just low activity by nature.

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Answers (FFXIV) - Susan Calloway

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Roleplay blogs are absolutely not the place to express your disdain for other characters or ships.

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{ooc} tfw, instead of doing any of the writing I still need to do, I just ranted about Akama to a friend for half an hour

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when someone calls you heartless

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  — ❝ i survived,                    but i P A I D for it. ❞

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A half finished Fable Akama AU missing an arm band because I worked hard on that stupid arm okay??

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{ooc} I like how the canon reason Draenei can’t be rogues is because they’re too goddamn big to sneak but the big thing about Akama’s forces in Warcraft III is that they’re stealthed up like all the damn time.