#Turel

[yanagikou]

Finally done!

In case you were wondering about the colorful vampire boys, I thought that my original piece was way too bleak with huge white spaces. Which is why i decided to color the lieutenants in their respective clan colors. Also, it would have looked weird if only Rahab and Raziel were blue, while the rest were monochrome black and white ^^’

Thank you for all your support during this journey ❤️🐼

[dogreed-blog]

Made this guy at last in collour....

Legacy of kain soul reaver 1 alpha Turel in collour.

[ethaneldritch]

get scooped, idiot

[posterano]

" You, Citizen, have you seen it? " - lieutenant Turel This is my old concept of this character from 2005 on background Kory's Heinzen amazing illustration from 2001 for the game Legacy of Kain "Cloister 2". It took me a while to work on this character, but I hope you like it.

[incorrect-nosgoth]

After Raziel's execution

Turel: If Kain doesn't come back in 15 minutes, I legally own Nosgoth.

Melchiah: No, if Kain doesn't come back in 15 minutes, we can legally leave.

Zephon: Actually, if Kain doesn't come back in 15 minutes, we can legally kill the Razielim.

Dumah: If Kain doesn't come back in 15 minutes, I'll fight Turel.

Rahab: If Kain doesn't come back in 15 minutes, I'm going home.

[necromancer-4-hire]

Random LOK: Personal quotes

Kain: I was impaling your grandfather when you were a mere topic of discussion between your mother and the bishop...

Raziel: You need help and I'd be willing to pay for it...

Janos: I may be kind but I wasn't born yesterday...

Vorador: Well I like four-somes but we can't have everything we want!

Turel: Maybe if I shut my eyes all the stupid people will go away

Dumah: I f*cked your mom

Rahab: No I'm not helping you cheat your way through life

Zephon: I hate everyone... No one is safe.

Melchiah: How are you not dead?

Umah: I don't share... Period.

Magnus: I'm not lazy... I just like beating people up without extra duties. (His answer as to why he doesn't strive to be a lord/king)

Sebastian: You'll never take me alive suckers!

Marcus: Good morning bitches destiny has arrived

Faustus: Beggars can't be choosers... I love everything that walks

Moebius: I know something you don't know...

Mortanius: I won't get mad just tell me what stupid moronic thing you did this time?

Hylden Lord: (Usually when insulted or annoyed) Well damn just shoot me why don't you?

[mtthellspawn]

'Turel plays baseball'

Oldie crud animation, yeaaaahh!

[obscure-imaginations]

Yuletide Blessings, everyone! Been doing my best to dodge religious trauma this season. Have a Yule headcanon post.

Gift giving among Kain and his lieutenants. Tried to keep it canon-friendly but a couple modernish items slip in (it was too funny to not put!) VERY long post, SFW, cut for space.

What Kain gets...

From Raziel: Was tempted to give him nothing, but relented and got him a fruit-scented candle.

From Turel: A handcrafted metal hair pin with a bat motif.

From Dumah: A crochet sweater. (It's too small.)

From Rahab: Shiny crystals he got from the lakes.

From Zephon: Spider-themed cupcakes. (Kain is a bit afraid to eat them.)

From Melchiah: A handmade card and a box of expensive chocolates.

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What Raziel gets...

From Kain: An extremely expensive fragrance oil, the kind the Razielim would make.

From Turel: A crystal carved into a bat. (Crystal provided by Rahab.)

From Dumah: A crochet miniskirt. (He was trying to make pants but couldn't properly account for Raziel's thighs so he gave up there.)

From Rahab: A swimming skirt from the Rahabim. Now Raziel can swim with them all!

From Zephon: A scarf made of the finest silks. (Dumah accuses him of being a ripoff.)

From Melchiah: An essential oil diffuser.

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What Turel gets...

From Kain: Shiny crystal earrings (crystals provided by Rahab).

From Raziel: A mug that says "#1 Pit God". (It was for a heavy metal concert but it counts, right?)

From Dumah: Gave up on crochet and got him a bat plushie.

From Rahab: A stained glass window hanger. The motif is a bird.

From Zephon: An ancient copper sword found in the depths of the Cathedral.

From Melchiah: A beaded necklace to attach to his glasses (so maybe Turel will stop losing them).

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What Dumah gets...

From Kain: Candles with woody scents.

From Raziel: A fireproof metal box. (No one laughs.)

From Turel: An obsidian dagger.

From Rahab: Tickets for an aquarium. (Dumah is very excited to ramble with Rahab about the various fishies!)

From Zephon: A giant weighted blanket.

From Melchiah: A puppy. They talked about it first so Dumah could be prepared. Now Dumah has a sweet puppy to dote on.

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What Rahab gets...

From Kain: A giant trilobite fossil. (No one knows where he got it and they are too scared to ask.)

From Raziel: A suncatcher in the shape of a fish.

From Turel: Replacement windows for the Abbey.

From Dumah: Oil for his rotary engine in the lighthouse.

From Zephon: A waterproof pouch made from spider silk.

From Melchiah: Fossilized coral he found in his territory.

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What Zephon gets...

From Kain: A 'Phantom of the Opera' mask.

From Raziel: A clown mask. (Zephon proceeds to use it to scare small children.)

From Turel: A small metal spider statue.

From Dumah: A crochet shawl that looks like a spider web.

From Rahab: Dried fish to feed to his spiders.

From Melchiah: A tarantula he found wandering about in his territory. (Zephon names it 'Corpse'.)

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What Melchiah gets...

From Kain: Fancy cologne.

From Raziel: Flower essential oils.

From Turel: A beautifully crafted metal cane for when Mel is in between limbs.

From Dumah: A pair of crochet earmuffs.

From Rahab: Needles made from bone.

From Zephon: A GIANT box of mints. (Melchiah is excited to snack upon them.)

[hash-ak-geek]

A piece I'd collaborated on with @chubbiestreaver

I worked on the sketching, and he carried it away with the beautiful finish❣️Collaboration on art is second nature to us, and we seldom ever draw and finish pieces like this alone.

Lieutenants- Raziel, Turel, Dumah, Rahab, Zephon, Melchiah

[cheerful-sixears]

What The Hexx?? P2: Turel

•Series TItle: What The Hexx??

•Prompt: “Bathroom door is accidentally locked from the inside. How would everyone react desperately trying to get it open?” 

•Fandom: Legacy of Kain

•Rating: G- General; No real warnings here. It’s a calm and humorous prompt that I wanted to keep pretty chill and wholesome. 

•Small Author’s Note[s]: I was determined to fit them all on here, in order of raise [1-6], accordingly, but I’ll have to post them on different parts with different posts to a series. These are too long for one post. Ehehehhh. I only see it fit that they all have a fair go at this random and oddly annoying hindrance. [No Vampires were harmed in the making of this little skit, I assure y’all!]. Plus a lil’ bonus for a few other beloved vampires!~

 •Premise: -It wasn’t something that happened all too often, so when some foul, scorned individual comes around to hex the door to the bathroom, it’s gonna be a hectic and unfortunate day-unless there are those who know their way around a lock-spell. Footsteps were a lucky and rather insightful rekindling of previously waning hope. You called to whomever was passing by the hindrance of a door. Your chords were aching after a stressful moment of back-to-back pleas. After a deep and annoyed sigh, you took your irritable frustration and rammed headlong into the door with your shoulder taking the brunt of the force. Feeling even more disgruntled and twice sore, you heard a cordial clearing of a familiar, muffled voice.

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•Lieutenant Turel-He was made well aware of your trapped predicament when Lt. Raziel had flagged him down with the utmost worry upon his brow. Turel would certainly be on him about that little bit for the next several weeks. You’d be sure to hear about it first. He shook his head with a disgruntled, yet subtle sigh. He would always come to your aid, but of course, he’ll do it with such a stoic demeanor, but he’d mean very well all the same. When he strode up to the hindering door, you knew upon immediate revelation that it was him based on his heavy footfalls and the specific ringing and consistent jingling patterns of his armor and chainmail. He cleared his raspy, yet fair chords. His ears relaxed in alertness, as he channeled his focus on the tone and direction of your voice, “Are you alright? I was given notice by a rather panicked Lt. Raziel that you’ve been stuck in here for a short while, am I correct?” He leaned forward to assess the lock and mechanism, as well. 

“I’m stuck, yes, and he didn’t seem very worried whenever he was standing here gawking about how silly it seemed for me to be trapped in here, as if it were my fault or something,” Your heart sank in the thought of that reality, but Turel quickly reassured and corrected that worrisome thought.

“It was quite the opposite show whenever he fumbled his words to me in such a fluster and panic-he practically cried,” Turel brushed and rested a talon under his chin as he continued to examine the lock. His eyes were very squinted and struggled to focus on the obstruction. He raised his brow, again, with subtle frustration growing quickly. Then an idea struck: Why not use himself as a battering ram!

“Turel?” After a moment of silence, your heart began to sink as subtle scuffles dwindled to disruptive silence, “Are you there-What is going on? Did you–” 

…“BAM!!”…

With the sudden impact of the Vampire’s sudden charge, the entire foundation surrounding the walls and door trembled and shook from the sudden jostling blow that it so unwillingly endured. After your brief moment taken to steady your shaken breath and calm your panicked being, you called out to address any damage on the other side. A loud grunt followed after the steadying and creaking of the foundation. It seemed to have held up rather well, in this unfortunate predicament. 

“I may have underestimated my attempts, but I shall go and gather more assistance and troops, even. I will do what I can to get you out, dear Y/N,” I’ll be swift in my endeavors.” Even though Turel’s footfalls were clumsy and seemed disoriented, it was quite a chivalrous effort, even then, to continue onward in the efforts to assist and free you from such false imprisonment. 

[P3-Dumah; coming soon]

[davrosfan23]

Essentially Soul Reaver and Soul Reaver 2 were going to be one game, but there wasn't enough time, money or data for that so they split it into two, hence Soul Reaver's cliffhanger ending and a lot of the cut elements ended up being Refitted for Sequel, appearing instead in Soul Reaver 2 and Defiance.

Raziel was intended to battle and kills a high priestess of the vampires and Turel, absorb Ariel's soul into the Reaver blade for a boost, kill Kain and add his soul to the Reaver, and finally use the Silenced Cathedral's Lost Superweapon to eradicate all vampires from Nosgoth

They say had the series continued off this ending, Raz would still have become disillusioned with the Elder God and gone back in time to undo his mistake

[yanagikou]

The progress is slow but steady. I’m always scared to screw up the coloring part 😬

[askironsecondturel]

Casted Aside

Hash'ak'gik.

No.

Hash'ak'gik.

No!

Hash'ak'gik!

No, not again!

The Beast in the Pit stirred from his perpetual starvation. Eyes that no longer had the pleasure of sight opened, so heavy. So tired. His great ears flared up, hearing the cultists' chimes and chants. It gnawed into his skull and brought a sense of horror that he will never admit to himself.

He is...

He is god.

He is Iron.

Iron will not yield, even to this torture. He will not falter.

You are already broken.

The Beast surged feeling Them invading into his mind. The perverse entity writhing into his nape like cruel master and piercing into the brain-meat under his skull. He refused. Even as they came, again and again in this filthy, death-pungent pit, his pride refused them.

"N-NO!" He snarled, even as the flickering hell of daemon was boiling behind his eyes. One. There's two.

He threw himself on twisted legs, long broken when he was casted into his Pit oh so long ago. A parody of his greatest crime. Now, his vampiric powers were used against him. His regeneration did not restore them right, now he crawled along these floors like a slavering Beast.

Unable to escape. He've tried, so many times.

You will never escape. You are trapped here forever, Vampire. Your immortality is now your damnation.

The same taunt. The same damnable taunt they dare to hiss in his ear. He fought but he had no strength to will them from his mind. Every intrusion from Them was a hammer's blow to his skull.

Hask'ak'gik!

"SILENCE!" He roared in a scream of fury and anguish, he know those damnable humans can hear him and in his moment, he felt their pathetic twisted minds. All of them seeped deep in a fervour that almost overwhelmed the fearfulness of the Empire's worshippers. They worshipped an Evil that had no account of defeat and feared what was so beyond them to the point of reverence.

The Beast chose the tiniest cracks in the gathered. As the Entities were grinding into his skull, their aetheric talons were coming closer. They wanted him. They wanted to use him again.

Like a lashing whip, the Beast urged the weakest of the gathered. Jump. And by a will greater than theirs, three cultists lept from the ledge. They didn't scream until the charm of power faded. By then, it was too late, and their bones scattered on impact.

"Yes!" The Beast groaned. "Yesss!"

The closest corpse, he opened his jaws and inhaled every morsel of life blood that it had in its little body; his telekinetic power tore it from a waterskin. Its flesh withering and mummifying. Organs being crushed and liquidifed.

What will such little blood do for you, our little Tick? Do you think it will stop us?

"Silence!" He ordered, turning to another corpse in desperation and doing the same. These humans didn't have enough blood. They were too little. Too few. It barely even envigorates him, only to ease the burning aches and gnawing madness. To taunt that he was indeed alive and trapped.

You will remain here. You suffer in your Pit. No one to adore you. No one to hear you. No one to remember you.

The Beast didn't even realize it yet until he felt the blood dribble from his panting maw; they were talking. In his mind and using his own lips. No!

You are ours, Little Tick. Till the day you are found for your treachery, you will forever be ours.

That One. That Third Entity spoke with such finality that the Beast almost believed him.

"Betray? I have betrayed no one. I have served!" He roared, charging at a phantom and his entire weight slammed into a gong. Immediately, he was met with a rippling wave of true pain. The gong was so loud and carved through his own being in agony. Sweet, releasing agony, he could feel his mind rippling, and the Entities were cast back.

Panting as thick black blood oozed from his ears, eyes, nose and maw. Silence. Sweet silence.

Behold the price of doubt, Brothers! The Great God has taken those who were found wanting and for that, they flung themselves into the Abyss. Praise him and remember, the price of even mundane treachery has its due!

The Abyss...? The Abyss...Ah.

Treachery.

The old memory came to him so clearly. His ears twitched, hearing the last sacrifice. That one was still alive. Casted into the Abyss, who will demand payment for his God-Emperor's will?

No one will come. No one will find him. He doubts any even knew his name

But he did. He still remembered.

"Turel...I am Turel."

[ethaneldritch]

take a wild guess who the Stressful Person is.

...actually, make that six.

i'll give you six guesses.

[taonpest]

A new version of this drawing I did back in march

[incorrect-nosgoth]

Kain: Watch out for the quicksand.

Raziel: I see it. You'd have to be an idiot to get stuck in that.

Turel, quickly sinking: HELP!