#Fitness guider

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Introduction:

As the fitness industry continues to evolve, new trends and training methods emerge, capturing the attention of fitness enthusiasts and professionals alike. In recent years, High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) has gained significant popularity and is set to dominate the fitness scene in 2023. HIIT is a highly effective workout method that combines short bursts of intense exercise with brief recovery periods, delivering numerous benefits in a time-efficient manner. In this article, we will delve into the world of HIIT and explore why it is poised to be the top fitness trend of 2023.

1.Efficient and Time-Saving:

In our fast-paced lives, finding time for exercise can be challenging. This is where HIIT shines. HIIT workouts typically last between 15 to 30 minutes, making them highly efficient and time-saving. The intense bursts of exercise elevate the heart rate and engage multiple muscle groups, maximizing calorie burn and improving cardiovascular fitness. With HIIT, individuals can achieve significant results in a fraction of the time compared to traditional steady-state cardio or longer-duration workouts.

2. Increased Calorie Burn and Fat Loss:

HIIT workouts are known for their ability to torch calories and promote fat loss. The high-intensity nature of the exercises elevates the metabolism, resulting in an “afterburn effect” known as excess post-exercise oxygen consumption (EPOC). EPOC causes the body to continue burning calories at an elevated rate even after the workout is over. Additionally, HIIT promotes the development of lean muscle mass, which further contributes to increased calorie burn and improved body composition.

3. Cardiovascular Health and Endurance:

Regular participation in HIIT has been shown to significantly improve cardiovascular health and endurance. The intense intervals of exercise challenge the cardiovascular system, increasing heart rate and strengthening the heart muscle. Over time, this can lead to improved aerobic and anaerobic capacity, making everyday activities feel easier and reducing the risk of cardiovascular diseases.

 

4. Preserving Lean Muscle Mass:

One concern with traditional steady-state cardio exercises is the potential loss of lean muscle mass. HIIT workouts help address this issue by preserving muscle mass while promoting fat loss. The short bursts of intense exercise signal the body to maintain muscle tissue, leading to a leaner and more toned physique. This makes HIIT an appealing option for individuals who want to improve their body composition without sacrificing muscle mass.

5. Versatility and Variety:

One of the reasons behind HIIT’s popularity is its versatility and variety. HIIT workouts can be performed using a wide range of exercises and equipment, including bodyweight exercises, cardio machines, free weights, and more. This allows for endless possibilities and helps prevent boredom by constantly challenging the body in different ways. Moreover, HIIT workouts can be adapted to various fitness levels, making them accessible to beginners and experienced athletes alike.

6. Accessibility and Convenience:

HIIT workouts can be done almost anywhere, making them highly accessible and convenient. Whether at home, in a gym, or outdoors, minimal space and equipment are required to perform effective HIIT routines. The flexibility of HIIT allows individuals to fit workouts into their busy schedules, eliminating barriers to exercise and promoting consistency.

7. Community and Group Training:

HIIT has also gained popularity due to its compatibility with group training environments. Many fitness studios and gyms offer HIIT classes, creating a sense of community and camaraderie among participants. Group HIIT sessions provide motivation, accountability, and the opportunity to connect with like-minded individuals, making workouts more enjoyable and increasing adherence to fitness routines.

Conclusion:

High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) has emerged as a dominant force in the fitness world and is set to be the top trend.

[dumbbellguider]

Strengthen Your Core with These Top Exercises

A strong core is essential for overall fitness and health. Not only does a strong core improve posture and balance, but it also reduces the risk of injury in daily activities and sports. Here are some of the best core exercises to incorporate into your workout routine:

Plank: The plank is a classic core exercise that engages multiple muscle groups, including the abs, back, and shoulders. To perform a plank, start in a push-up position with your hands directly under your shoulders. Keep your body in a straight line from head to heels, engaging your core muscles. Hold this position for 30 seconds to a minute, or as long as you can maintain good form.

Bicycle Crunches: Bicycle crunches target the obliques and rectus abdominis, giving you a complete core workout. Lie on your back with your hands behind your head and legs lifted, bent at a 90-degree angle. Bring your right elbow towards your left knee while straightening your right leg, then switch sides in a pedaling motion. Continue alternating sides for 12-15 reps on each side.

Russian Twists: Russian twists are great for targeting the obliques and improving rotational core strength. Sit on the floor with your knees bent and feet lifted off the ground. Lean back slightly, keeping your back straight, and clasp your hands together. Twist your torso to the right, then to the left, while keeping your core engaged. Aim for 12-15 reps on each side.

Mountain Climbers: Mountain climbers are a dynamic exercise that targets the entire core while also providing a cardio boost. Start in a plank position and alternate bringing your knees towards your chest in a running motion. Keep your core engaged and your back flat throughout the movement. Aim for 30-60 seconds of mountain climbers.

Dead Bug: The dead bug exercise is great for strengthening the core while also improving coordination and stability. Lie on your back with your arms extended towards the ceiling and legs lifted, bent at a 90-degree angle. Slowly lower your right arm and left leg towards the floor, keeping your lower back pressed into the ground. Return to the starting position and repeat on the opposite side. Aim for 12-15 reps on each side.

Conclusion

Incorporate these core exercises into your workout routine to build a strong and stable core. Remember to focus on proper form and technique to maximize the effectiveness of each exercise.

[worthitino]

MORE All-Father!Kratos headcanons because, yes, i'm still obsessed.

* kratos, as a diplomat, is incredibly stern with his tone when it comes to negotiation. this is not just because of his spartan nature: it's because he feels the need to be straight forward with the terms and conditions, otherwise war would break out again.

* the dwarves, as a thank you for freeing them from odin's grasp, crafted kratos an armour set fit for a king. he noticed the huldra brothers full brand on it - sindri had also joined the collaboration. he cherishes the armour with his heart and soul while looking after it, just as he should of done with his previous armour in the beginning. he refuses to take advantage of sindri any longer.

* speaking of sindri, kratos had managed to actually converse with him about mourning a brother. they both came to an understanding and while sindri can never truly forgive and forget, kratos always has his door open to let sindri come and go.

* in kratos' main home, many individuals of power - such as freya and sif - come and go using the 'realm room' as it's the most convenient point to travel to and from. originally, kratos had minded but mimir managed to convince him to think otherwise.

* mimir is now officially considered kratos' right hand head and advisor. the people of the (now) 8 realms as 'the all-fathers ultimate guider', as they knew he had counselled kratos and positively influenced his decisions.

* while atreus does come and go, he does act as a sort of spokesman for the jötnar. kratos wants everyone to be at peace and refuses to have a bias towards anyone because atreus is his son. atreus has deep respect for his father because of that.

* kratos had asked freya to teach him some enchantments and spells to help him have more independence in each realm. freya accepted. safe to say, kratos learnt 'falki' and can turn into a falcon for faster travel. he does not abuse it. atreus shit himself when he say a dark brown and white falcon fly towards him when kratos visited jötunhiem.

* kratos had a statue build for faye, freyr and brok to show that they were honoured individuals who did their best for the cause. kratos managed to ask sindri for permission, in which he said yes. brok's statue is in svartalhiem in a private place for close friends.

* kratos has braids and gold in his beard thanks to angrboda braiding them every time she visits. he cannot bring himself to remove them, and ultimately rocks the look.

* he returned artifacts taken by odin that he did not deserve to keep. the people were thankful.

* kratos makes mushroom quiche for his staff and close friends every friday simply because he can.

* everytime atreus returns, kratos bear hugs him in private. atreus doesn't mind at all.

[healingfairy000000001]

So close yet too late. One piece x Ex member of the Roger pirates.

Type: Regret, angst, funural, spoilers.

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Thud! When Y/N's hand finally gave up on her kids and hit the ground, Ace bit his lower lip and covered his eyes with his bloody hands in an attempt to stop him from sobbing. Nevertheless, Luffy gave a bloodcurdling scream to alert everyone to her passing.

Seeing an opportunity to kill the two, Akainu tried to attack them but Marco stopped him.

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"Need help?" a woman asked from behind me. "No, need I-I-I got this," Marco said, attempting to sound confident but failing, "well I am helping anyway." She sat next to me and gently cared for my wounds, "Raylight did a number on you, but you held up well." After finishing her work, she looked at me with those warm eyes full of care and love... "gee, looks like you have a fever as well, your face is red!" Oh god, let me see." With a worried expression, she touched my forehead, checking for a fever. How clueless can one be?

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With Ace and luffy being carried away by jimbe, Marco had to back away for whitebeard to take action......"you dare hurt my friend..!"

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"Edward...hey I brought sake.." She sounded depressed, avoiding eye contact while holding a barrel of sake. "Y/N, what happened? Why aren't you with Roger crew?" Whitebeard inquired with concern, but when Roger was mentioned, she burst into tears: "He disbanded the crew." She was crying for the first time in a long time, but Whitebeard was hearing those news for the first time.

After calming down, White Beard began the conversation: "Do you want to join my crew? I would love to have you here." a gentle tone and caring eyes fitting of a father, and to sweeten the deal Marco suggested help in the infirmary, but she declined, "I can not really join the crew of my old captain frenemy....plus I see you more as a friend than a father," she apologised before teasing him a bit....."GURARARARARAR!!!" laughed Newgate, as did she...

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Buggy, though a little far away, was barely holding himself together....how can he call himself a strong pirate if he can not protect anyone? She is gone, and he could not do anything but watch her save that straw hat idiot and his dumb brother. Why could not he move? He was there, he could have done something! But he didn't...because deep down he is still weak.

Silence filled the battlefield thanks to an unexpected guest The Red Haired Pirates.

Ending the war with just their presence shanks made his way to one of his guiders...still on her knees a calm smile engraved on her lifeless face shanks couldn't help but cry......again he stood by and did nothing....first Roger and now her....why can't the ones he love stay even buggy doesn't want anything to do with him mihak as well....why couldn't he have come sooner....

"Captain snap out of it, at least not here" benn said putting his hand on his captains shoulder, shanks thanking him took of his coat and wrapped it around her corps picking her up, "I will be taking both White beard and Y/N bodies"

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[biaswreckme]

he a pro rider | namkook

He's a pro rider, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, rider Must bе an A1 guider or Jungkook asks Namjoon to help him be a pro rider.

Pairing: Namjoon/Jungkook

Member: Namjoon, Jungkook

Length: 1245 words

Genre: Smut

Rating: Explicit/18+

Triggers/Warnings/Tags: getting together, namjoon has a big dick, fingering, anal sex, bottom jungkook, top namjoon,

You can read it on: AO3

Hot breaths mingling and a desperate kiss with clashing tongues after an unexpected message asking Namjoon to teach him how to be just like the guy he talked about in his new song. Namjoon was confused for a moment, unclear as to what Jungkook meant, especially with texting, which song he was referring to. But when he asked for clarification, he could not help but be shocked at first, not expecting this. In reality, it had been a long time coming; Namjoon suspected of Jungkook’s feelings for a while, and he had his own to sort through, but the message was enough confirmation for him. Because the message that Namjoon received was “I want you, hyung. I have wanted, for a long time.” And so did he.

When they finally managed to schedule a break that was during the same weekend and visit home, they wasted no time. Clothes were haphazardly thrown over Namjoon’s pristine apartment, almost knocking down a couple of priceless - actually, extremely expensive - artwork around the living room on the way to the bedroom. The bag with lube and condoms that Namjoon had gotten on the way home was still on the bed and they almost sat on it, crushing everything. They laughed and paused, looking at each other properly for the first time since they rushed into deep kisses and undressing.

There was a certain sense of urgency in their actions, for they only had the weekend to enjoy each other’s bodies and were unsure when they would be able to meet next with this much privacy. But for now, for this exact minute in time, they could stop to gaze into each other’s eyes, words not enough to convey what they were feeling, and at Jungkook’s nod, Namjoon’s lips met his again, hands caressing the younger’s body. Namjoon turned him over on the bed, pressing open mouthed kisses along Jungkook’s back, going lower and lower with each passing second, while the younger’s hands grabbed the pillows, arching into Namjoon’s touch. 

“Fuck,” Namjoon said softly when he spread Jungkook’s cheeks, realizing the younger was already opening up for him so easily.

“I prepped already, hyung,” he explained, a beautiful flush coloring his cheeks and chest.

Silently, Namjoon grabbed the lube and coated his fingers generously, slowly pressing two of them inside Jungkook, his digits finding no resistance. But they were still not enough, and when he inserted a third finger slowly, it was a tight fit. “Jungkook-ah, I’m going to have to open you up more. At least one more finger, ok?”

“Fuck, yes, I knew you were big from all the times we had to change in front of each other and everything, but I didn’t know you would be this fucking huge when hard.”

Carefully and oh so very slowly so as not to hurt him, Namjoon gently started fingering him, teasingly pressing into that spot that made Jungkook see stars to distract him from the fourth finger prying him even more open. It was an almost obscene sight whenever Namjoon pulled his fingers back, seeing Jungkook’s hole stretched open and pulsing for him.

“I'm ready, hyung, just let me ride you, please,” Jungkook begged, trying to turn on the bed to change positions.

And so they did, Namjoon’s back to the headboard, sitting up, needing to have Jungkook’s torso close to him. Later they could do it again more slowly, they would use their mouths to bring each other to the brink of pleasure and back, but now there was almost a necessity to unite their bodies. While Jungkook got on his knees, getting into position, Namjoon ripped open the condom and rolled it down his erection, coating it liberally with lube. He usually did not like it messy, but he didn’t even think about it; quick and messy and intense fit the mood then. When Jungkook got closer, Namjoon put his hands on his hips, helping guide him down, down, down, inch by inch, the younger’s eyes closed and open mouth letting small whimpers of pleasure escape. 

But Jungkook didn’t move immediately and Namjoon had to take deep breaths alongside him, their rhythms matching, one adjusting to being spread open like that for the first time, and the other for feeling something clenching so tight around himself. And then Jungkook started moving slowly, at first, just small movements to get him used to the size, moving his hips in small circular motions, feeling every single inch of Namjoon inside him, his dancer body - now a fighter body, tighter, bigger muscles, just like his own - finding a good flow and cadence. Their lips met in a kiss, deep and languid just like their bodies moving, the passing of time outside freezing just for this moment.

Pleasure started building, and so did Jungkook started chasing it, pressing his knees firmly on the mattress and using it to help him move up and down, circling his hips when their hips met, Namjoon’s hands caressing his back, his arms, his thighs, aiding him in the chase. 

“Let me… here,” Namjoon helped him adjust his position, making it easier on the younger’s knees and making a slight change in the angle of his hips, “want to feel me even deeper?” Jungkook just nodded his head, eyes wide open at the possibility. “Get on your feet instead of on your knees, yeah, like that,” he said, helping in the balance, “now lower your body and I’ll help you move up and down. You’ll feel me in your throat this way.”

If Jungkook already wasn’t really verbal before, now his words were stuck at his throat, staccato loud moans uncontrollably leaving his mouth as he did indeed feel like Namjoon’s cock was so deep he could feel it there, the older’s strong hands holding him by his asscheeks, spreading him even more and impaling him down on his erection. With the way Namjoon was pulling and pushing Jungkook’s body on top, his erection managed to graze the younger’s g-spot every time he pulled him down to clash their pelves.

“Are you going to come untouched for me, Jungkook-ah? Feels so good riding you don’t need anything else?” Namjoon asked, teasing him gently, seeing the other so lost in pleasure his eyes seemed to be almost glazed over, his only focus riding Namjoon’s cock hard and fast now, barely listening to what he said.

And then Namjoon could feel it, Jungkook getting impossibly tighter and tighter, clenching hard on him until he shouted, pleasure overtaking his body, the older’s hands helping him move as the only thing keeping nim from collapsing from the intensity of his untouched orgasm, never having felt a sensation so intense before, clouding all his senses. With the way his hips were kept moving just as hard as before only served to prolong and heighten his pleasure, barely even noticing Namjoon chasing and achieving his own high. He didn’t even notice Namjoon gently helping him straighten his legs on the bed and off his lap, getting comfortable and cleaning him up, waiting for him to come back to himself after what felt like an almost out of the body experience. 

“Am I close to being a pro rider yet, hyung?” Jungkook asked softly, finally catching his breath.

Namjoon chuckled, still dazed and amazed by the whole situation. “Yes, you are. Although we might need to do it again just to be sure and to train you even more to complete perfection.”

[diaday333]

Hymns/prayers for the Dead

I’ve never really considered reading/ writing hymns for the dead because I guess I never “needed” them, but with the tragic events going on the world right now, multiple gen-c-des and atrocities, I’ve felt moved to write these. Like I said in my last prayer post, keep speaking up, b0yc0tting, and keep praying! You can technically apply these prayers with any dead, but I had the m@rtyrs of Su-dan, Con- go, Ethiopia, and Pale - stine (breaking them up on purpose) in mind, as well as anyone else who have lost their lives due to the terrible events going on in this world and from their oppression. Also, sorry for any spelling or grammar errors.

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We call to Hermes Kαταιβάτης (he who leads souls down to the underworld), guider of souls. Immortal guide, lover of humankind, you take special care of us when we leave this earth, and your involvement shows the Gods’ love of humankind, as there is a God with us every step of the way, even after our deaths. Gracious God, during these times we ask for your grace, and for you to take extra care of the souls that find their way past the river Styx. Everyday now, thousands of people die from acts of cruelty from oppressors emboldened by hubris. We ask you to treat these souls with added care, especially those of children, taken from life too early, while you escort them to the dread queen's home or wherever their final resting place may lie. Charm them with your wand and bless their heavy eyelids, bringing them a peaceful end for their final rest. Oh Lord, guider of mortals, grant a sacred end to those who lived the best they could.

(Greek pronunciation: Kah-teh-vah-tiis(ees))

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To the Savior of the dead and the noble queen herself, we call to you! Dread Persephone and shadowy Hades, though you may not take every soul into your wide walls, you watch over the dead nonetheless, those who wander your fields of flowers. We thank you for your mercy towards our souls, notably of the most restless ones. We ask that they can find joy in the afterlife, especially those who were robbed of it. Not only do you take in these souls, Lovely Persephone, you exact justice on their behalf, with your kindly attendants, or daughters in some ways, the Erinyes, especially during these harrowing times. All we ask is for justice and a peaceful afterlife for the many martyred people of all the atrocities going on. We thank you, Hades and fair-tressed Persephone!

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“Fear the prayers of the oppressed.” I heard that today and I thought it fit. The Gods are with us and the oppressed during these times 🤲 They hear every prayer and they are outraged as we are. Keep up every action and don’t forget about our fellow humans suffering and don’t stop fighting!! No act of oppression goes past them and they hear everything. It’s been almost a year for Su-Dan, almost 6 months, 160+ days for Pale - stine, and years for Con-go. The Gods count each day and count each person who say and do nothing. I just want add some of my favorite excerpts that get me through these hard times and reminds me that the Gods care (which we already knew, but yknow).

“The gods are not blind to men with blood upon their hands. In the end the black (kelainai) Erinyes bring to obscurity that one who has prospered in unrighteousness and wear down his fortunes by reverse.” - Aeschylus, “Agamemnon”

“Hear, Tisiphone, Allekte, noble Megaira, revered goddesses whose Bacchic cries resound. Nocturnal and clandestine, you live deep down in the dank cave by the sacred water of the Styx. Men's unholy designs do incur your anger; rabid and arrogant, you howl over Necessity's dictates, clothed in animal skins, you cause the deep pains of retribution.” - (First part of) Orphic hymn 69

“Hear me and be gracious, 0 renowned Eumenides, O pure daughters of the great Chthonic Zeus and of lovely Persephone, fair-tressed maiden. Over the lives of impious mortals you keep a careful eye, in charge of Necessity, you punish the unjust.”

(First part of) Orphic hymn 70

“For whoever knows the right and is ready to speak it, far-seeing Zeus gives him prosperity…” - Hesiod “Work and days”

“You princes, mark well this punishment you also; for the deathless gods are near among men and mark all those who oppress their fellows with crooked judgements, and reck not the anger of the gods. For upon the bounteous earth Zeus has thrice ten thousand spirits, watchers of mortal men, and these keep watch on judgements and deeds of wrong as they roam, clothed in mist, all over the earth. And there is virgin Justice, the daughter of Zeus, who is honoured and reverenced among the gods who dwell on Olympus, and whenever anyone hurts her with lying slander, she sits beside her father, Zeus the son of Cronos, and tells him of men's wicked heart, until the people pay for the mad folly of their princes who, evilly minded, pervert judgement and give sentence crookedly.” - Hesiod “Works and Days”

[agathazinha2009]

Bruh sometimes I think about The main team in their teenage hood and their parents. I get in The conclusion(plus some au backstory):

Revvit is a nerd who's only focused on studing the world outside and exploring, he's orphan, no one knows how his parents died, but it was because of a Dinotrux attack, they had to hide inside a cave, but the dinotrux didn't leave any second causing Revvit's parents die for starvation and thirsty, they were Explorers just like revvit.

Click-Clack is Revvit cousin(my au), CC lives with his parents and Revvit(He got adopted by Click-Clack's family) Click-Clack study sometimes, other times He is enjoying partys and hanging with Ace and waldo and exploring his romantic Life. His parents are the best and supportive. (Click-Clack is a normal teenager, rare gem I must say)

Ace, she is a rebel but responsible, her parents are nice but kinda neglectful, sometimes not being nice on their daugher, causing her to rebel herself, going out the ravine with revvit and making friends with Dinotruxes and other wrenchtools.

Waldo, He is the old man in a young body, parent his parents(they're tough) and Waldo is wise beyond his years. Being always the father of the group, and the most responsible.

Dozer, He was raised by his mother, she's is a tough woman, and his father were the Alpha of the herd, so he couldn't takecare of Dozer. Dozer inspired himself on his father, always trying be the strongest, most agile,etc. He was the most loyal and the strongest teenager of the herd.

Skya, she was just a normal Craneosaur of the herd, she was very confident, and proud of herself, popular and all boys had their eyes on her. She was rebel and arrogant some times. But still powerful in a young age. Raised by her mother, father wasn't present.

Ton-Ton was very insecure, and didn't want take any risky risk. Till met the dumps, that helped him get over his insecurity and help him develop his passion for ramps and danger. He's the older of three brothers(four couting Ton-ton), double T parents are neglectful, and He was raised by his mother only, his father was caugh by a T-Trux in a fight(He was trying protect his offsprings).

Ty, wise beyond it's years teenager, but at same rebel, He was genious (Ty is a giftedness in The au), and because of it He couldn't fit in. He was rebel(rarely) and didn't like take any risk.

His mother is a asshole(lol) she is a narcissist(she destroyed some Ty's old relationships, used him and abused his psychological, emotional and physical), when ty hit the puberty, He began to live with it's father, who was absensent(There's a theory Tyrannosaurus used to make a deal of female raise the babys and male raise the teens, so I kinda liked to bring this theory on the au, but ofc males would still be with their offspring) but his father were kind and gold hearted. Being Ty main inspiration and guider.

Random au things, hope you like it lmao.

Btw Ty's mom is the best character I ever created lol, she destroy your Life and gives a shit excuse to disguise her ego.

-Mom why did you told lies about me to my boyfriend? He broke up with me!

-Ty darling, If they can't accept Who you truly are or suspost to be, it's not love, I saved you! Can't you be grateful for once?

The perfect asshole.

[ltalaynareor]

Baudouin IV de Jérusalem

Aujourd'hui marque l'anniversaire du décès de Baudouin IV de Jérusalem. Cela fait 839 ans que ce roi est décédé. En cette occasion, je tenais à rendre un petit hommage à ce héros qui n'eut jamais l'occasion de vieillir.

"Je me suis contenté de donner (au roi), faute d'épouse, l'ami dont le Seigneur, qui l'aimait tant sans doute, puisqu'il l'a tellement éprouvé, n'a peut-être pas voulu le priver." SERGE DALENS.

De tous les "Grands Hommes" de l'Histoire, Baudouin IV de Jérusalem est l'un de mes préférés. Il y a quelque chose de presque mystique dans ce roi, qui atteint de la lèpre doit guider son royaume en perdition dans des méandres inextricables. Il combat contre ses ennemis, fait respecter sa justice et sa loi et malgré sa maladie qui le ronge jour après jour tient bon. Il incarne sa ville et sa foi. Il ne peut avoir d'épouse, alors il essaye de faire le bien et de choisir un bon époux à sa sœur Sybille. Son premier époux, le bon marquis, meurt en lui laissant un fils, le second sera un enfer qui entraînera une myriade de problèmes. Et quand enfin ses souffrances prennent fin après un règne de 10 ans et alors qu'il n'a que 24 ans, les loups qu'il tenait en laisse se déchaînent et Jérusalem, ce royaume qu'il aimait tant, tombe en même pas deux ans.

(J'adore Saladin et je suis ravie que ce soit lui qui ait conquis Jérusalem. Si Baudouin IV avait pu vivre et régner sur la ville 80 ans, son histoire aurait elle était différente ? Certainement. Honnêtement, qui aime Guy de Lusignan ? Je pourrai faire une dissertation sur la bataille de Hattin, mais tel n'est pas le sujet de ce post.)

Comme écrivit Juliette Benzonni dans la dédicace de Thibault ou la Croix perdue " A la mémoire de Baudouin IV, le jeune Roi lépreux qui fut le plus pur héros du royaume franc de Jérusalem".

Serge Dalens écrivit ce très beau texte qui me fit verser quelques larmes de désespoir pour ce garçon-roi que je plaignais autant que j'admirais : "Baudouin voudrait s'arrêter de vivre, de régner, de combattre : impossible, il est le Roi. Il voudrait fuir, se réfugier en quelque couvent, se terrer au moins en quelque pièce obscure: impossible, il est le Roi...."

Peut être que cette idée de pureté, de résilience, cette chevalerie, ce sens de l'honneur et du devoir est quelque chose qui nous fait cruellement défaut aujourd'hui ?

Dans mon cas, je suis infiniment reconnaissante envers ma grand-mère qui, alors que je n'avais que 10 ans, et rien à lire, m'a un jour tendu "l'Étoile de Pourpre" de Serge Dalens. Sans elle, jamais je n'aurais découvert cet homme qui m'a fait verser mes premières larmes et à allumé une flamme qui ne s'est jamais éteinte pour l'Histoire.

Alors, pour finir, j'aimerais simplement dire merci. Merci, à ce roi pour être un modèle et pour accompagner mes pensées et mes journées. Merci votre majesté. Du plus profond de mon cœur, j'espère que votre repos est plus doux que le fut votre vie.

[alain-keler]

Paris, novembre 1992.

 Comme vous le savez je n'ai jamais cherché à faire une carrière photographique en photographiant les vedettes de cinéma ou de l'univers musical. Mais ce jour-là, il y a donc fort longtemps, j'ai eu une commande du magazine allemand "Der Spiegel", Mery Streep en personne, dans sa chambre, ou suite, dans un grand hôtel place de la Concorde où j'accompagnais leur correspondant à Paris. Tout se passa merveilleusement bien. Elle fut charmante et j'en garde un excellent souvenir, un excellent modèle, enfin façon de parler, car j'aurais été bien incapable de la guider dans des poses ou situations différentes. Je me contentais de sa gentillesse et de son sourire. Je ne vous dis pas que je l'ai toujours appréciée dans ses rôles au cinéma, avant et après ce jour.

Le Spiegel me fit photographier une autre fois une vedette, toujours dans une chambre du même grand hôtel, Jack Nicholson, grand acteur devant l'éternel. Pensant que j'allais utiliser un flash, un instrument que je n'ai jamais su bien utiliser parce qu'il ne m'intéressait pas, Nicholson décida de se la jouer grande vedette, ce qu'il est, et décida de mettre une paire de lunettes de soleil. Grand timide que j'étais je n'osais pas lui demander de les retirer. Inutile de vous dire que je crois que ce fut ma dernière commande pour ce magazine.

En photographie, la vie peut être très courte !

[darlin-djarin]

Call me crazy but I would have liked Din to go "being the Mand'alor is not going to work out with me being a dad" and instead of giving yet another chance to the former terrorist he gives it to the Armorer who has led and rebuilt the Covert and is a skilled leader and she becomes the Mand'alor with the help of her wife Bo-Katan

omg i’ve never heard of that idea before. that’s super interesting!

i’m not saying din should’ve been mand’alor, but i do wish we got more development into why he didn’t want to step up to take the part. i personally think him leading would’ve been very interesting to see. i wish we had seen him and his relationship with the darksaber more clearly yk.

that being said, i really like your idea of giving the darksaber to the armorer. i’m not a bo-katan hater or anything, but i didn’t think bo-katan was all that deserving of it for the millionth time. considering her past and her racism and terrorism, i’m not particularly fond of how favroni and the writers played off bo-katan’s development and made her seem all noble and honorary. she was interesting BECAUSE she was a bad person. she seemed kinda dulled down this season idk? anyway

i think it would’ve been SO cool to see the armorer become the mand’alor. she’s definitely had experience yk, with leading and rebuilding the covert and whatnot. i think one of the things that a lot of people would argue with is that the armorer hasn’t “walked both ways” or whatever, and since a lot of the fandom doesn’t like how much din’s covert is influenced on the creed (i absolutely hate the fandom for this one), they might argue that the armorer would’ve pushed their own version of the creed on other mandalorians. which is like. stupid. because yk. you get it. the armorer started accepting other mandalorians ways of life, etc.

i would’ve really loved to see the armorer playing the part of the leader, but her playing as bo-katan’s advisor is a very good spot for her to be in as well. she’s seen as the “religious guider” in the covert yk, like a sheik or a priest, and she seems really fit to play a part of an advisor that guides the mand’alor. i really REALLY like your thinking though. it’d be super interesting in fics. and ofc nitearmor rights ;)

[paterday]

I HATE that thing you’ve gotta do in discord servers when you first join too when you don’t know anyone. And it just sorta feels like trying to find a place for you to fit in the social puzzle but you are blind and have no guiders on where to go

[alexar60]

L’enfant des fées (1)

C’était la première fois qu’il monta dans une automobile. La voiture roula sur des routes de terre au milieu de la campagne du Morbihan. Il ne vit que champs cerclés de buissons et d’arbres. La poussière dégagée par leur passage formait un nuage opaque qui redescendait lentement. Elle fit tousser les paysans rencontrés et qui s’écartèrent face à un engin du diable. L’un d’eux cracha au sol maudissant en même temps les nouvelles inventions de la ville.

Une longue allée séparait le portique du château. Ce n’était qu’un gros manoir fait de granit et dont les fenêtres n’étaient pas assez grandes pour laisser entrer la lumière. Louis observa cette bâtisse pendant que le chauffeur arrêtait la voiture. Puis, Il descendit ; il oublia immédiatement cette sensation de vitesse parce que sa présence en ce lieu n’avait rien d’amusant.

Un domestique ouvrit la porte et demanda la raison de sa visite. En lisant une carte présentée par le policier, il resta coi avant d’obliger Louis à attendre dans le hall. Le jeune homme fut suivi par deux des quatre gendarmes venus en renfort et qui l’attendaient dans le parc du château. La présence de ces cavaliers était-elle indispensable ? Il n’en voyait pas l’intérêt.

Peu après, le valet revint et invita ce monde à le suivre. Ils pénétrèrent dans un salon où une dame d’une trentaine d’année, habillée d’une élégante robe blanche, lisait tranquillement, assise dans un fauteuil Louis XV. Deux enfants jouaient dans la pièce voisine dont la porte demeurait ouverte. Ses yeux fusillèrent les visiteurs des pieds à la tête avant de revenir sur le livre. C’était un livre récent dont Louis avait lu une critique encensée : « Le grand Maulne » d’Alain Fournier.

-          Madame, dit-il. Je ne vais pas aller par quatre chemins. Et si je suis ici, c’est pour…

-          Vous êtes venus pour la chose !

Aussitôt, il fut saisi d’effroi en entendant ce mot : «chose ». Un silence pesant glaça l’atmosphère. Elle tourna une page. Puis elle referma le livre brutalement.

-          Ce roman est d’une niaiserie ! S’exclama-t-elle avant de le dévisager à nouveau.

Dès lors, il se sentit nu. Les militaires reculèrent d’un pas, amplifiant son abandon. Elle demeura muette à l’observer comme un animal perdu. Il fut intimidé par la beauté de son visage, son corps svelte et la grâce de sa démarche. Il imagina la voir sans ce chignon qui cachait la longueur de ses cheveux bruns. Elle se leva pour s’approcher d’une table. Elle attrapa une carafe d’eau avant d’en remplir un verre à pied.

-          C’est au sous-sol. Mais je devine que cette garce de Michelle vous l’a aussi écrit? J’ai bien fait de la congédier.

La servante était bien à l’origine de la lettre alarmant la situation dans le château. C’était une lettre lue et relue, Louis avait même corrigé les fautes d’orthographe. D’un simple geste de la main, elle ordonna au domestique de guider ces intrus. Béatrice Grayo de Kersilly parut plus qu’hautaine, elle était méprisable malgré sa beauté. Aussi, un soulagement s’engouffra dans l’esprit du jeune commissaire lorsqu’ il quitta le salon.

Comme par magie, le couloir s’alluma immédiatement. Louis resta sur ses gardes. Sans fenêtre, tout parut sombre, hostile. Il marchait, hésitant à ouvrir les quelques portes rencontrées…Juste par curiosité. Cependant, il se contenta de suivre l’employé dont la posture droite rappelait un de ses anciens professeurs de collège. A cause de cela, le domestique sembla antipathique aux yeux du policier.

A sa grande surprise, ils descendirent un escalier. Ils s’engouffrèrent ensuite dans une cave. L’air était vicié, presque irrespirable ; Un gendarme qui accompagnait Louis ressentit une pression aux poumons. Toutefois, ils continuèrent d’avancer approchant d’une lumière lointaine. Le valet poussa une porte et entra ensuite dans une pièce meublée.

Il y avait un lit aux pieds et aux bords rongés. Des couvertures mitées recouvraient un matelas dans le même état. Une chaise reposait sous une fenêtre. Sa présence surprit le commissaire parce qu’il pensait être dans un sous-sol. Il réalisa que la maison était à flanc de colline. Louis zyeuta rapidement afin de trouver la raison de sa venue. Effectivement, elle était bien là !

La gamine, assise à même le carrelage, jouait avec une peluche, vulgaire poupée de chiffon à l’effigie d’un animal méconnaissable. Elle observa les hommes qui venaient d’entrer. Elle serra encore plus fort son jouet contre sa poitrine. Et après un court silence, elle regarda le domestique, le seul qu’elle reconnut.

-          Bonjour, dit-Louis. Tu t’appelles bien Jeanne ?

Elle hocha la tête sans  prononcer un mot. La blondinette ne ressemblait pas à sa mère. Ses grands yeux ronds, son nez retroussé, sa grosse tête lui donnèrent un aspect de poupée en porcelaine. Son corps extrêmement maigre présenta les symptômes d’un enfant maltraité. Elle avait sept ans, pourtant, elle paraissait en avoir trois.

-          Ne t’inquiète pas, je suis venu pour t’aider, ajouta-Louis.

Jeanne regarda la main tendue du policier. Elle hésita un moment, puis après avoir croisé le regard assuré du domestique, elle se leva et posa ses doigts sur la paume. Louis voulait sortir au plus vite de cet endroit sordide. Ce n’était pas une chambre pour une petite fille. Il marcha lentement, regarda de temps en temps la fillette qui, continuait de presser la peluche en chiffon contre elle. Le gendarme suivait toujours son supérieur.

-          Ce n’est pas une robe de bourgeoise, lança-t-il à voix basse.

En effet, Jeanne portait une simple tunique grise comme on pouvait trouver dans certains quartiers populaires. Elle marchait pieds nus qui étaient aussi sales que son visage.

-          C’est un cadeau de Michelle avant d’être congédiée, sinon, elle n’aurait pas… murmura honteusement le domestique.

Une fois de retour dans le salon, Louis Macé salua la propriétaire du château. Elle s’était rassise dans son fauteuil, mais en découvrant la petite fille, elle se leva et hurla :

-          Dégagez-ça de ma vue ! Ce n’est pas mon enfant. Qu’elle me rende ma fille ! Je veux qu’elle me rende ma fille !

Soudain, deux autres enfants accoururent. Contrairement à leur sœur, ils étaient très bien habillés. Ils observèrent la scène, leur mère devenue hystérique et leur sœur, les yeux écarquillés, qui ne comprenait rien à ce qu’il se passait.

-          Je vous serai gré si vous faites préparer ses affaires, demanda Louis.

Le visage déjà rouge de Béatrice Grayo de Kersilly sembla éclater. Elle hurla encore plus fort, réclamant qu’on éloigne Jeanne d’elle. La fillette ne comprit rien. Sur le coup, elle accepta de suivre le commissaire. Mais une fois le seuil de la porte franchie, elle lâcha la main de Louis et retourna en courant dans le manoir.

Louis retrouva la gamine enlaçant les jambes de sa mère. Cette dernière devint tétanisée par ce geste affectueux. Son visage était devenu blême, son regard se remplit d’effroi. Elle leva les bras ne sachant que faire comme si on venait de souiller sa robe.

-          Retirez-moi ça ! cria-t-elle en regardant les gendarmes.

L’un d’eux attrapa Jeanne qui pleurait. Elle avait du mal à parler des phrases entières, prononçant correctement un mot sur deux. Ses frères restèrent muets, ne sachant quoi faire. Ils regardèrent leur sœur s’en aller. L’un d’eux posa la main sur l’épaule de l’autre, en signe de réconfort. De leur sœur, il ne restait plus que la poupée de chiffon abandonnée sur le carrelage. Jeanne continuait de sangloter, le gendarme l’installa sur la place arrière de la voiture. Louis monta à côté d’elle. Et après un vif signal, le chauffeur qui attendait sagement, fit un tour de manivelle pour démarrer l’automobile.

Jeanne pleurait toujours, se demandant pourquoi on la séparait de sa mère. En constatant les traces de brûlures sur son bras, Louis connaissait la raison de cette séparation.

Alex@r60 – février 2023

Photo: Hold tight by phatpuppy

[hana-ko56]

Les Étoiles de l’Amour

Dans un petit village pittoresque, entouré de collines verdoyantes et de champs dorés, vivait une jeune femme du nom d'Elara. Sa beauté était telle qu'elle illuminait les journées les plus sombres, mais derrière ses yeux envoûtants, se cachait une âme avide d'aventures.

Chaque soir, Elara se promenait sur les chemins de campagne, rêvant de voyages extraordinaires et de mondes inconnus. Elle écoutait les histoires des marchands ambulants et des voyageurs de passage, qui lui décrivaient des terres lointaines, remplies de magie et de mystères.

Un soir, alors que la lune se levait, elle entendit des murmures étranges provenant de la forêt qui bordait le village. Intriguée, elle décida de suivre ces sons mystérieux, portée par l'appel de l'inconnu.

Les arbres s'épaississaient à mesure qu'elle pénétrait dans la forêt, laissant place à un enchevêtrement de sentiers cachés. À chaque pas, la magie de l'obscurité grandissait, mais Elara ne ressentait aucune peur. Au contraire, une excitation nouvelle remplissait son cœur.

Au détour d'un chemin, elle aperçut une lueur émeraude, vacillant comme une étoile solitaire. Elle s'approcha avec prudence, mais aussi avec une étrange certitude que cette rencontre était le début d'une aventure extraordinaire.

Au milieu des feuillages, apparut un homme vêtu d'une cape sombre qui semblait se fondre avec la nuit. Ses yeux brillaient d'une lueur magique, et un sourire énigmatique étira ses lèvres. Il se présenta comme Aiden, un voyageur venu d'un royaume lointain.

Aiden avait parcouru des terres enchantées et des contrées mystiques, et il avait une aura d'aventure qui captiva Elara. Il lui raconta des histoires incroyables, des créatures fantastiques et des paysages à couper le souffle. Elle était suspendue à ses paroles, plongée dans un univers où les rêves devenaient réalité.

Au fil des heures qui s'écoulèrent comme des étoiles filantes, Elara et Aiden parlèrent de tout et de rien, comme s'ils se connaissaient depuis toujours. Une complicité singulière se tissa entre eux, et l'étrange sensation de se sentir à la maison en présence d'un inconnu les envahit.

La nuit s'achevait doucement, mais le soleil ne se leva jamais aussi magnifiquement qu'il le fit ce matin-là, illuminant leur nouvelle amitié. Alors que le jour se levait, ils se séparèrent, mais Elara savait que ce n'était qu'un au revoir.

Les jours qui suivirent, Elara ne pouvait s'empêcher de penser à Aiden et aux merveilles qu'il lui avait décrites. Une impulsion irrépressible la poussa à le retrouver, à vivre des aventures en sa compagnie, et peut-être, juste peut-être, à découvrir un amour qui dépasserait les frontières du réel.

Elara prit une décision audacieuse : elle partirait à l'aventure avec lui pour découvrir le royaume légendaire des étoiles. C'était un voyage risqué et incertain, mais elle sentait que son cœur l'appelait vers cette destinée magique.

Sans dire un mot à sa famille et à ses amis, Elara se prépara en secret pour ce périple. Elle remplit un sac avec des provisions, prit quelques vêtements chauds et attacha son carnet de voyage autour de son cou. C'était un cadeau de sa grand-mère, qui croyait aux pouvoirs mystiques des étoiles.

Une nuit, alors que la lune était pleine, Elara retrouva Aiden à l'orée de la forêt. Il lui sourit chaleureusement, resplendissant comme un astre dans l'obscurité. Ensemble, ils se lancèrent dans l'inconnu, suivant les étoiles scintillantes qui semblaient les guider vers leur destinée.

Leur voyage les mena à travers des paysages éblouissants, des montagnes majestueuses aux sommets enneigés, des forêts mystiques où des créatures fantastiques dansaient à la lueur de la lune, et des rivières scintillantes qui chantaient une mélodie enchanteresse.

Au fil du voyage, l'amitié entre Elara et Aiden s'épanouit en un amour profond et sincère. Chaque moment passé ensemble renforçait leur lien, et ils partageaient leurs rêves, leurs espoirs et leurs peurs, créant ainsi des souvenirs inoubliables qui seraient gravés dans leur cœur pour l'éternité.

Un soir, alors qu'ils campaient près d'un lac aux eaux miroitantes, Aiden prit la main d'Elara et la regarda dans les yeux avec tendresse. "Je t'aime, Elara, plus que tout au monde," murmura-t-il. "Depuis le moment où nos chemins se sont croisés, j'ai su que tu étais celle qui illuminerait ma vie."

Les yeux d'Elara s'emplirent d'étoiles, et elle répondit doucement : "Et moi, je t'aime, Aiden. Tu as fait naître en moi un amour pour l'aventure et la magie, et je ne pourrais plus me passer de toi."

Les mots d'amour semblaient se fondre dans le paysage céleste qui les entourait. À ce moment précis, une étoile filante traversa le ciel, éclairant leur amour d'une lueur étincelante. Ils savaient que leur amour était béni par les étoiles elles-mêmes.

Enfin, après de longues péripéties, ils atteignirent le sommet d'une montagne élevée, où ils découvrirent une étrange étoile filante, plus grande et plus brillante que les autres. Sans hésiter, ils la touchèrent ensemble, et une magie incroyable se déchaîna.

Un tourbillon de lumière les enveloppa, et ils se retrouvèrent soudainement dans un royaume inconnu, où les étoiles semblaient danser autour d'eux. C'était le légendaire Royaume des Étoiles, où le temps semblait s'arrêter et où l'amour régnait en maître.

Elara et Aiden savaient qu'ils avaient trouvé leur vrai foyer. Ils vécurent heureux pour toujours dans ce royaume féérique, explorant ses merveilles et partageant leur amour éternel. Ils savaient qu'ils étaient liés par les étoiles, et rien ne pouvait briser leur connexion magique.

Et ainsi, dans le Royaume des Étoiles, Elara et Aiden vécurent leur conte romantique fantastique, une histoire unique qui illuminerait le ciel de mille éclats et serait racontée aux générations futures, inspirant l'amour, la magie et l'aventure.

Fin.

[lairofdragonagelore]

Solasan: Speculations

Who was trapped in this Temple? Is the Final pride demon the true entity sealed here? If that were true, why would Cole say it’s empty now?

This temple is so confusing, because on one hand it feels like a Temple of Pride, which puts you a test and gives you a reward, but the final end of this Temple was meant for imprisonment. So, at what point this is a Temple or a Prison? Of who?

This post related the other two: Forbidden Oasis and Forbidden Oasis: Solasan Temple.

Why there must have been another entity in this Temple?

The question of “why am I looking for another entity that escaped this temple if we can see a powerful pride demon in the last chamber?” My answer is simple: because this place was under strange effects of dread and forgetfulness that are not there anymore. As we saw in  Forbidden Oasis, people were unable to speak in detail about this place, and even less to mark it on a map. There was a feeling of dread around the door and, in Didot, it caused a compulsion. None of these effects are seen in the Inquisition agents that discovered this place. Scout Harding has no problem in marking this place in your map, nor remembering or describing it. Plus, Cole’s enigmatic comments about “being empty” reinforces the idea that something bigger escaped. It’s also true that, apparently, this dread was an effect only applied on the door, since once the inquisitor walks in the temple, it goes away. It’s not so clear what to think about this place in it’s original form. Still, it’s nice to work on different speculations.

Elvhen Sinner from Ancient Elven Writing,

If we limit ourselves to all the elements we have read so far in-game, the only person we know, inside the ancient elvhenan context, who claimed something forbidden and was punished is that follower of Dirthamen who claimed "divine shape" incited by Ghilan'nain, and was punished by Elgar'nan. I'm referring to Ancient Elven Writing, in this codex we know this servant/slave of Dirthamen tried to acquire a divine form, probably a dragon shape, and Mythal did not intervene in his favour. More details in [Ancient Elven codices, Temple of Mythal]. So, this elvhen sinner could have been the one sealed here. He was not an evanuris nor a forgotten one. However, it seems to be too much of a Temple for a nobody like that elvhenan follower/slave of Dirthamen.

Dirthamen/Falon’Din

Another interpretation I can pull with the little information that this Temple provides, is that this brief tale from Inscription in the Oasis Temple, could be the explanation of why Dirthamen and Falon'Din are so entangled.

Pride in our accomplishments and in our hearts.

We know that Falon'Din was vain and probably prideful. The Codex speaks in first person plural, so the writers are at the same level than the one sealed here. If the Evanuris were prideful, and they are using an “our”, the sealed person should have been an evanuris too.

That same pride became (a word meaning corrupted or altered) within him,

Solas told us that Falon’Din was vain, and in his desire to have more followers, he spilled pools of blood in the battlefield. His symbol related to Death is not because he was as he is presented in the Dalish Tales: a guider into the afterlife, but because his tyrannical and vain personality. We know he ended up having a duel with Elgar'nan through Champions [Vir Dirthara: Duel of a Hundred Years ] due to a fight. We can’t say if Falon’Din was corrupted or altered for this defeat, sadly. There is no proof, nor even a speculating piece of information about it.

he sought to claim (indecipherable), cast from favor and so he was bound.

Apparently Falon'Din may have wanted to claim something bigger than he could [fitting for his personality], and as a consequence, he was punished and bound to Dirthamen. Since the codex purposely makes us unaware of what he claimed, we can’t say much about this. We don’t know the story about Falon’Din claiming divinity, if it was conflicted or not, so we can’t even speculate here.

In the The Lost Temple of Dirthamen, we learn that the elvhenan knew twisted bounding magic that they could apply to themselves as well. It’s in this temple of Dirthamen that, despite its name, we only see a constant, permanent display of funerary elements and mosaics of Falon’Din. We also know that the priest and disciples of Dirthamen suddenly knew Dirthamen was gone. If this hypothesis of this Pride Temple works, it would mean that after the bound, Falon’Din “consumed” Dirthamen, or took control of him completely, making him gone. The followers of Dirthamen fell in despair, while Falon’Din took control of all the symbols and signs of Dirthamen. In the Fade of Flemeth, we find one of the rare statues that are supposed to represent a humanoid Dirthamen, with a sword on his back, bleeding profusely, giving the impression that Dirthamen was betrayed and killed as well. 

This would explain why we know so little or almost nothing about Dirthamen in the games: he disappeared, and according to this speculation, because he was consumed by Falon’Din himself [like Justice consumed Anders].

Hidden from mortal eyes, death lies within.

And this is the final line which made me suspect that the result of the bounding to a vessel [Dirthamen in this case] could have been Falon'Din, who is so strongly associated with death.

The link between the two codices [Ancient Elven Writing, and  Ancient Elven Writing] is rather weak, and all the mystic phenomena happening around the Oasis makes this hypothesis weak too.  And to be honest, if we wanted to understand all this with the Occam’s razor, we failed because this is too twisted for that.

So, in order to find a more suitable and simple explanation, I consider what the devs probably had in their minds: this is not a Dark Soul game, the info is hidden and partial truths are shown, just enough for people to speculate, but still we need to deliver the message in a simple way that the majority of the audience can understand. They are aiming to a broad audience, not a select group of nerds. So, the most “obvious” and simple answer is....

Solas

Another hypothesis is that this place was where Solas was slumbering all this time. Or at least the most violent aspect of him. What do we have to support this hypothesis?

According to the name of the Quest, this is a Temple of Pride or also called Solasan [which accurate translation is “place of Pride”]. If we use the Occam's Razor, a place called Solasan can also be understood as "a place of Solas", and we have a companion called that way, who has always been called that way [Trespasser] before he acquired the name of Fen'Harel. So... in a very obvious, plain way, it’s said to us that this place may have been where Solas slumbered.

If we remember all the details I commented in Forbidden Oasis, this temple had a sense of "dread" that affected miners even in their dreams. This negative presence can be related to Solas because he seems to have a dual nature:  

In Tresspasser, we see the mural self-portrait of Solas, where he is an elf in the "white world" [meaning the waking world] while in the Fade [represented with the equilateral triangles upside-down] he is a black, pointy wolf. 

This same wolf helped slaves to be free of their Vallaslin in some murals, but also is the same wolf that appears in tarot cards and murals as a dreadful entity. 

In the book Tevinter Nights, Solas fed a demon of Regret, who took the shape of a Black Wolf and a Dragon [after consuming Mythal]. This demon reflects the darkest side of Solas’ nature in my opinion.

During all the game, there are many black wolves suffering a unique effect due the rifts: their eyes are Fade-based.

In the Exalted Plains, in the Ghilan’nain’s grove, we find a shrine to Fen’Harel where we see two different types of wolves: a white one and a black one. 

All this enumeration is to show that Solas has another representation of his persona in the shape of a black wolf of white/red eyes, which is ruthless and causes dread, so.... if this temple inspires negative emotions around the people, it could be because this may have been a place where Solas, or at least, this dark black wolf side may have slumbered. 

As I explained in Forbidden Oasis, there is a word-game between the words forgotten and forbidden in this place. One could speculate that the entity hidden here shared both or one of these conditions. We can hypothesise that Solas could be considered a forgotten one as well, according to the unreliable Dalish Tales. But this is not the only reason. In Hakkon DLC, we find another temple like this where Geldauran was sealed.  According to the message left there, we can infer that the forgotten ones were opponents of the Evanuris, so it would make sense for Solas to be considered one. 

The date seems to coincide too. The entity trapped in this temple, the one that Cole says it left, it must have done it after the mining company left this place [where we see the strong effect of the temple on the miners, which is something that is not that strong anymore when we visit it] which happened 2 years ago before the Breach and the time of the Breach itself, which coincide with what Solas says in Trespasser: he awoke from his slumber a year before the Breach. The dreadful and forgetful effect of this place on people seems to have stopped at some point between the mining company leaving the place [two years before inquisition] and the Breach.

Cole: "He broke the dreams to stop the old dreams from waking. The wolf chews its leg off to escape the trap."

Cole says this in Trespasser, telling us that Solas damaged himself in the process of trapping the Evanuris. We know the Evanuris can’t be killed easily, so he developed a system dependant of the Veil to seal them: the shard system, shards that were spread all over the Thedas and can’t be seen unless the Veil is thin and you use the ocularum. Solas has a shard on his desk in Skyhold since the first day, giving us a hint that he is, indeed, related to this temple Solasan somehow [remember the DLCs came afterwards].

The leg he chewed, in my opinion, is a metaphor of how he had to separate his elf nature from the Wolf-spirit, leaving pieces of himself in this Temple: when we open the sarcophagi in the Solasan Temple, Solas says that due to the anchor, the energy popping up from them is benign. This may help to the speculation that this place was related to Solas: the anchor belongs to Solas, it has his energy, and all these pieces of energy [that give resistances to the Inquisitor] join the inquisitor thanks to the Anchor. This could have been what Cole meant when he said “I will open now. They can all sing together” once we collected all shards. Cole is the one telling us in Trespasser that the Anchor has a song to it.

What makes this theory really weak in my opinion is that in Inscription in the Oasis Temple shows a person being chained. So far Solas told us in Trespasser, he went to Uthenera to rest and recover by his own will once he sealed the Evanuris with the Veil.  To me, this is the biggest proof against the hypothesis of being Solas. 

So, in conclusion, I feel too confused if this place had trapped an important elvhenan from ancient times, or it’s just the big pride demon we find in the main chamber. We are given too many mixed messages to know if we should be thinking in another creature or just assume all this temple was meant to imprison the Pride demon we find inside.

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[covenofwives]

waaaaaaahhhhhh i wanna knowwwwww alskdjflkahsfd. will the lore be coming with fics or will it be in other lore posts just at a later date?

Hmmmmm can I know if the personalized afterlifes still exist in this au? I don't know what I'm allowed to ask hahahaha

-emmadoodlewrites

Muahahahahaha! I love having lore secrets :) the lore will be coming either with a fic or a small comic/picture post explaining it. I want to try fit it into a fic tho cause I'm a better writer than artist for explaining things and so it's not confusing.

The personalised afterlives do still exist! But different.

So, in the AU, there is still the three life thing BUT it's a recent thing and maybe not three lives (still undecided on that). It's not a natural occurrence and it only happens in the DSMP area or at least with the people from DSMP (no-one's really experimented to find out). Before people would just, you know, die and that's it but with people coming back it's an oddity and yes, when they die three times (for example) they are in their own limbo area while a ghostly version of them is still on the DSMP, effectively tying their souls to the place still.

This is lore spoilers but it's not too big or bad ones so I can tell it. 4K has a friend who is a death guider. His known name is Charon (i'm so original haha) and he appears (with his little boat) and guides people who need guiding to pass on. But in a recent talk 4K had with Charon while 4K was looking for OP, 4K mentions the DSMP and Charon says "the dead don't die how they're supposed to at that place" effectively saying he has no access to the DSMP and it is "cursed". OoooOOOOOooooOOOoooo the mystery~