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carmendeiact2whenplz · 8 months

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Things we don’t know about Old Mondstadt (that Hoyoverse refuses to tell us)

Aka things that haunt me (and probably many other old mondstadt fans)

(keep in mind- not all of these may be entirely unanswerable as of now, some have partial/vague canon answers, while some may have completely canon yet relatively obscure answers)

(for the sake of making things easier to write, i will refer to venti’s dead friend/the nameless bard as “nb” and the red haired warrior as “rhw”, and specifically wisp venti as “wispti”, and i will be referring to the group of wispti, nb, rhw, gunnhildr, and amos (and maybe decarabian too if he’s relevant in that context) as the “old mond gang”)

Note- lots of paragraphs ahead

1- why is nb nameless? does he just… not have a name? does he have a name that he either intentionally or unintentionally kept secret? did he have a name that he used openly and oftenly, but it was forgotten by history as time went on? if anything, did he at least have some sort of nickname people used for him (so we can stop calling him “some nameless guy or smth idk”)?

2- While nb being, well, nameless, may be a bit more justified, what about rhw? did he also have some sort of name? would calling him “ragnvindr” (or similar) be entirely un-canon? did he at the very least have some sort of code name/nickname?

3- what is the timescale of the rebellion? did it take weeks, months, years? decades? how long ago did thoughts of revolution start in old mondstadt? were the people always unhappy, or did old mond use to be a better place?

4- what is nb’s role in the rebellion? did he start it? is he just a leader in general? or is he just there for the moral support? was he on the front lines or in the distance, playing his lyre to rally the troops? is he a strategist? has he ever directly fought anyone on the opposing side?

5- actually, how old is nb anyway? pretty sure most people agree that the rest of the old mond gang are adults (not wispti but like. i’ll touch more on that later), but i’ve seen stories/theories/headcanons about how old nb was (at the time of death) ranging from around 14 to 23 years old- that is not a small range by any means. (according to a poll i made a while ago, 16 was the most common answer on what people thought their age was (my headcanon too), but there was definitely a lot of range in the answers)

6- If Amos and Decarabian’s romantic relationship is so toxic (for lack of a better word), how any why did they get together in the first place? Did amos enter the relationship aware decarabian was against some of the things she wanted most in life? did she enter the relationship purely to try to “fix” him? was he abusive towards her, or was it just a lack of attention/affection/caring about other things more than her? or was it that he never loved her/was attracted to her romantically at all? were they still in a relationship even until the very end, or did they eventually split up when they both knew they would have to fight eachother and that things wouldn’t work out between them?

7- according to the “biography of gunnhildr” book (i think that’s the name), it says they worshipped the wind spirit barbatos and treated it like a deity, while other sources say wispti was nameless and was like. just kinda there. is one of them the truth, or both, or neither?

8- does wispti have arms and/or legs of any kind? can he talk/communicate with people? if so, how does he go about doing so?

9- it’s implied in “a drunkard’s tale” (an ingame book) that the wind spirit that transformed into a fox and helped create wine is the same wind spirit as well. wispti. if that means wispti can shapeshift, to what extent can he do it? can he even become a human/humanoid (not to the same detail and/or time extent that modern venti/barbatos can do so but still)? if so, how does that impact his relationship with nb and/or the rest of the old mond gang?

10- how long did the members of the old mond gang know eachother? did most of them meet in relation to the rebellion, or did some of them know eachother before they got to that point?

11- what is the order of events between amos dying, nb dying, decarabian dying, barbatos getting the gnosis, barbatos taking nb’s form, the end of the fighting, and rhw leaving/abandoning (for lack of better words) everyone? how much time took place between all those happening?

12- what exactly are the purposes of the tower? is it just a living space/government building for decarabian and amos, or is there more to it? did other people live in the tower too? if the circular ruins/symbols seen in the tower present-day were also there back then, why and how are they there? are the light actuators in the tower related to anything involving decarabian’s power/immortality and/or the storm wall?

13- how impenetrable is the storm wall, really? is everything restricted from going in or out, or are some people able to move freely? what is the immigration/emigration rate of the city? how often are things imported and exported? does the wall have any intended purpose other than for keeping the blizzard out?

14- how did amos get her bow? why is it so (hypothetically) powerful? where did she get it and how did it “retain its power” to this day?

15- how “old” is wispti? he could theoretically be any “age” between “manifesting into existence shortly before his first interaction with nb” and 14 billion years old/as old as time itself(and you thought nb’s theoretical age range was large.) how much did wispti truly know before getting involved with the rebellion? was he technically a toddler (in terms of knowledge/mentality), or does he actually have thousands of years of knowledge?

16- to what extent did the imunlaukr (i probably spelled that wrong) and lawrence clans participate in the old mondstadt rebellion? were they involved at all? should the old mond gang be eventually expanded to include more people? (lawrence, venerare, etc)

17- HOW DID DECARABIAN LOOK LIKE? HOYOVERSE PLEASE. IF YOU WONT GIVE US HIS FULLBODY DESIGN WITH MULTIPLE POSES AND FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AT LEAST GIVE US SOME CRUMBS ABOUT HIS APPEARANCE (how tall he was, hair color, outfit style, special accessories he wore, weapons he used, etc)

18- what is the relationship of the old mond game to eachother? were they friends? found family? or were things far more complicated than that? (and what was their reaction to knowing amos, one of their biggest allies, was also the lover/partner of their (the old mond gang’s) enemy?

19- did some of the genshin weapons with lore relations to old mondstadt actually get used during old mondstadt? (aka did nb get to use freedom-sworn as an actual combat weapon)

I probably left out a lot of things so i may go back later to edit, but there are just. SO many things hoyoverse keeps behind the lore basement. If anyone would like to add onto this list, or provide personal headcanons and/or canon answers to the things mentioned here, i highly reccomend doing so.

@honorary-fool @amarisrosalette @gierosajie @lanternlightss @arson-n-quwubilder @littleblueberryartist @lilyandthegenshinbrainrot @elysianheresy

@goyayato @lordofthetower @nellfe-the-feral-creature @thatonenerdinyourclassroom

@yume-shirokuro

(if anyone tagged would not like to be tagged, please let me know)

#old mondstadt #genshin impact #genshin theories #nameless bard #venti #wispti #wisp venti #redhaired warrior #amos #amos genshin impact #gunnhildr #decarabian #writing prompts

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decarabiandivorce · 4 months

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7 here and 7 there

Prompt: Amos, the first week after her divorce

7 minutes ago she saw him, his soft silver hair framing his face like a halo. He simply stared at her as she spoke her heart out, the words rambling out of her like a stream after a storm. “Please,” she begged for the love of her life to hear her. Silence. The painful silence as if she had no presence.

Amos clutched her bow and her bag as walked. The tower looming behind her like the eyes of her beloved.

Her mind keeps coming back to that argument. There was show many things she wanted to say to him. How she wanted to stay. How she wanted him to leave. How this wasn’t right. She was being selfhish- she knw that, but that didn’t matter to her at this moment. Her beloved’s gaze was colder than the frost he sheltered them all against- a bitter feeling incasing her mouth.

Pulling her cloak over her pale hair, the archer slid the gilded ring from her hand into her pocket. It was over. They were over. So many years and tears all over and all she had to do was leave. So simple yet her heart hurts. It hurts so much, as if she had been shot by her own arrow.

The logical part of her knew that she needed to stand her ground, and she needed to focus on something else- such as finding a place to sleep for the night. The topology of the outside city must have changed during the decades of her marriage, to leave as emotional as she was right then and there would be foolish. At anypoint he could leave his tower and use this as a ‘teaching lesson’ or some other way to say he was ‘right’. That it was ‘dangerous’ to be in the wolf god’s blizzard.

She wanted to cut her hair. She wanted to tear at the cloak tightening around her neck. She wanted to burn everything she owned just to prove to Decarabian how much she loathed him. How much him doing this hurt her.

The memories of his occasional gentle eyes and gentle voice ebbed at her heart, begging for her to turn back. She was only 7 minutes away. 7 flights away. 7 more words to go back to the world she knew for so long. “You were right. I still love you.” It tells her to say.

She pivoted her step, moving towards the northern section of the city. The lands over there were the farthest away from all trade routes and didn’t have a lot of merchants living there. Mostly those who worked in the construction industry or the arts- wishing for a calmer place to relax. She wasn’t going there for that.

She was heading to the lake.

And soon she was there.

The lake, the former home of fishes, was an empty pond without a single soul by it’s bed. The grey sky made grey waters, as the only source of life within it was the pond scum. “That makes too of us,” she muttered, her voice shaking as she sat down near the calm waters.

Pressing a hand to her sore throat, she closed her eyes and felt the ring in her pocket. If she threw it now it would be buried underneath all the algae and dirt, like what she wanted to do to the lord of the city. It would be so quick, faster than drawing from a quiver.

Placing her head in her hands, she could feel the palms of her hand become wetter and wetter. It’s so stupid that she feels this way. She has been So Stupid! Decarabian was Decarabian- there was never a way for them to work it out. Not like this. Not when the world was in war and that he was content to stand in his everlasting dream.

Pressing her back against the rocks and the dirt, she didn’t care if her dress got messy. When did she start caring about stuff like that? When did she start caring about making sure her hair was done perfectly? Putting on a little bit of foundation here- a little bit of blush there. She was doing all of that for herself… right?

“…”

Amos looked to her side, sensing someone was there with her. It was the young bard from a couple days ago. He looked a bit scruffier than usual, slightly sweaty and his hair a mess.

“You.” She muttered. “What do you want.”

“To sit here.” He responded.

“Care to laugh?”

“It’s not funny.”

“It is. It’s so fucking funny. The very man who I pledged to never part with doesn’t care about me. I fell for someone heartless, who turned a deaf ear to my dreams in exchange for his own ideals.” She wheezed, “It’s so funny.”

The bard scoots a bit closer.

“You know there isn’t any fish here.” He states.

She scoffs, “I know that. There would be movement in the waters or ripples on the surface.” She touched the edge of the water, the cold liquid making her recoil. “How long has it been like this?”

“Since I was born. A couple of years ago a person tried buying some fish eggs to place in here, but I know a guy who fished out the eggs to eat.”

“...why?”

He crossed his legs, “He was hungry. Simple as that.”

Amos turned her face towards the clouds, “Hungry….” While the spell Decarabian casted upon her meant she did not need to eat at the same rate as the civilians, she would need to purchase food in the future.

“Do you happen to know someone that buys rings?” She asked.

He laughed. “Not a single soul in this city would desire a ring from the tyrant.”

She straighten in her spot, “Tyrant?”

He looked at her, a mix of pity and of something else in that pale blue gaze, “You were the one he loved the most, and yet he treated you like this. So what of the nameless many that scurry like rats underneath his bridges? What of the kins of the clans only addressed by their last names?”

He picked up a rock from nearby and tossed it into the lake, the ripples splashing her a bit, “What would you call a leader like that?”

“A…” She did not want to say. “He’s….”

The bard stands above her, his face no longer young looking but an aged look in his eyes. This was a boy that had nothing left to lose. Amos felt pity for the man. No. Empathy.

She takes of her black hood, fiddling with the shining lace as she tried to come up with a counter. Decarabian wasn’t.. he didn’t.. he loves people… he loves her… he dose! He dose!!!!!

“You are fooling yourself,’ The bard replied, his voice steady as if she had not been the first to receive such words. “Lady Amos of the tower, you dream of grasses green and fields of flowers, do you not.”

“I… do.” “You dream of the sun, golden and radiant. You dream of forests of flora so large they could reach the skies themselves. Above all else, the blue sky more vibrant than any hue.”

She could not deny the bard’s prose.

“Dearest Amos, shall I reintroduce myself? My name is-“

7 days ago she saw him, sitting in their room with that empty expression on his face. She could hardly remember the book he was reading as she told him her truest feeling in their barest forms. Did he think of her? Did he search for her? Did he feel rage at her being gone and smash the vase full of cecelias on their bedside table?

A part of her wants that man to bust down the door to argue for her to come back. To show that some part of him still loved her. Was he trying to respect her wishes? Did he think they were playing a game?

The night was still dark and there was still a ring in her pocket.

The bard, the leader of the resistance, had offered up a room in his home for her. Where he got the home, he would not say- there were no paintings of him nor kin in the barren home, yet it was still cozier than where she was before.

On her bedside, more specifically the crate next to the small mattress she usually collapsed on, was a patch of wild flowers, growing in the dirt. Thorns pricked it’s nest, yet it was still alive- not pruned and clipped.

There was a knock on her door, the bard opened it as she yelled it was open. His braids were undone at the moment, he usually did his hair after their breakfast.

“I got you something.”

“Oh?” When was the last time she had been given a gift?

The bard smiled at her, and it hurt a bit as he did so. She was older than him. She was suppose to be the responsible one of the two, yet to have someone so young look after her… it was insulting. Yet… it was nice.

“Friend,” she muttered, “what is it?”

He giggled and pulled out a book from behind him. It was worn and an alreadying existing name was scribbed out from the front. “You should start on page 31, but look! I got you this for you to write in!”

“Why would I write something?” She was no poet. She was no writer. She was Amos and archery was all she was good for.

He sighed and sat down besides her, taking out a pen and an inkwell from his pockets. “Place it down here, on the desk.”

“… yeah…. And now what?”

He gestured for her to hold the pen in her hand, now fully loaded with ink. Placing his callused hand on top of her smooth fingers, they drew a lopsided circle. Then another and another. Lines both horizontal and diagonal. Lines vertical and wobbliy. It felt.. nice.

“The ink here is diluted, so don’t worry about the cost. Just…” The bard spoke a bit more, muttering about the days plans as Amos scratched out line after line- hatching the paper until it bled.

She looked into her friend’s face, so careful and yet despite it’s icey color it was full of warmth.

She hugged him.

He hugged her back.

Amos could have asked him if this was a techquie a parent or a peer taught him. That this repetive motion was pure magic. No. There was a time and place for it all. When they break the barrier and see the dawn, then she could ask him. When this is all just a bad dream, a faded memory.

“Dear friend,” Amos patted him on the back, “I have my answer.”

“So soon?” He smiled at her.

“I’ve been thinking of it, since that day. I know you told me to take my time, that I would regret doing anything rash. I…” She wrote her beloved’s name in the book, then stabbed it with the tip of her pen. Ink dripped down, staining that page and a couple beneath it.

Amos's voice was quiet as when they last time they had met. No longer rough and raspy; a sign of her rest. She continued, her hands shaking, "You are seeking to rebel against him. To free yourselves from this dream."

The former lady of the tower turned her head toward the obelisk behind her. The stones older than even she stared back.

A million thoughts must be racing through her mind, yet she must let her arrow fly.

"Then." She swallowed the guilt in her chest, "I need to help. Do not try to get me to rest some more I need to do this." She clutched the bard’s hands with her own, the papers dropping to the floor. “My friend, I can do this.”

“You could just-“

She shook her head, “To stand to the side while you all fight for freedom, is that not what I have been doing for all my life? Nay, this is something that must be done by me for everyone. It… it wouldn’t count. I don’t need a god or a mortal to fight this battle for me, and my arrows will bare the front of the storm. I know they can.”

“Lady Amos.” He smiled at her, she wanted to cry from the sight, “No… Amos. Archer Amos, will you allow me to be your commander in the future battle?”

She nodded, placing her hand on her chest, “For as long as you seek freedom, I shall be your bow.”

The bard’s grin grew wider as he saw his friend smile for the first time in years.

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