#godbreaker

[asterdeer]

thought 1: tohru honda christ figure

thought 2: SHIGURE IS MY AGE

#I don’t know why it just clicked that he/the three musketeers are like. my age #they are SO YOUNG #everyone involved in this awful situation is SO YOUNG #i barely feel like an adult most days and all these college age motherfuckers are like #‘maybe I feel like giving up on ever finding love because I’m a monster with mind-wiping powers’ #Shigure Sohma published author and 23-year-old: maybe I’ll start plotting to take down god and also torment my grown ass real-world editor #I have become Even More Obsessed with this man #imagine being shigure sohma most unhinged 26-year-old child and godbreaker #myth liveblogs

[netherstray]

Witch Doctor Qu’in from Zul’Gurub, with or without text

#warcraft #world of warcraft #gifs #reactions #trolls #zul'gurub #zandalari #gurubashi #jin'do the godbreaker #hakkar #hakkari #wow cataclysm #hesitant to tag this with voodoo because y'know #also that mask is from #zul'aman #is a good mask #i don't see it enough #they need to design more stuff like that imo #dancing #magic #trolling #u mad bro

[iconsoflove]

❧ Ronnie Anne Santiago Icons Requested by godbreaker-kefla!

"Get over me?"

These are free to use. No credit is required!

#the loud house #loud house #ronnie #ronnie anne #ronnie anne santiago #shell shock #back out there #icons #icon #requests #godbreaker-kefla #maja makes icons

[manfrommars2049]

Valley of the Godbreaker, by David Haire (2021) | Another "Yabanverse" image via oldschoolfantasy

#oldschoolfantasy #Yuli-Ban

[grayintogreen]

I hope you don't mind my asking, what do you think of Lucien x Jester, as in a romantic ship?

I don’t mind at all!! And honestly, I haven’t thought about it much because even being a multishipper I tend to stay within what I’m most familiar with, but I like the idea of it from the standpoint of one of my absolute favorite ship tropes is “awful person who consistently makes bad choices” and “bright sunshiny cheery person is like NO YOU CAN DO BETTER” and inspires them and then if anyone tries to hurt the cheery one, the awful one will UNLEASH HELL. Which I feel COULD be a scenario that plays well with them.

I have a lot of ships that fall into Death and the Maiden/Beauty and the Beast/Hades and Persephone aesthetics and I feel like all of those things could apply to Jester and Lucien on top of the whole concept of Jester being a godbreaker AND Jester’s own potential to fall from grace. There’s a lot of different angles to approach that ship from that would be fun and interesting!

#my asks #I feel like a rehabilitated Lucien is just 100% rumplestiltskin from OUAT in the early seasons #but gnc as fuck #just ready to fucking fight everyone while he does his own thing #and then awkwardly handling emotional things #and beating people to death if they fuck with his loved ones

[rebuke-me]

please gail carriger i need your assistance

i haven’t read the books in a while but i’m pretty sure that there’s a plot point where werewolves’ hair stays the same as when they were transformed, unless they’re in a godbreaker zone. (i’m mostly sure that alexia had to hold conall’s hand while he shaved to make him human, at least.)

so basically my question is: does hair dye apply to the same rules? can werewolves dye their hair outside of being touched by a preternatural or being in a god-breaker zone?? this has been plaguing me for ages 

@gailcarriger if you’re allowed to answer

#Gail Carriger #gail carriger verse #carriger verse #werewolves #carriger verse werewolves #alexia maccon #alexia tarabotti #conall maccon #lord maccon #oh wise one please answer my question #i dont know if theres a set answer #or one already in canon and i’m just dumb #but no ones been able to give me a straight answer #i’m confused #please help #yes this is the first thing i post after being gone for months sorry everyone

[maniaxoi1-blog]

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#Dragonball #DBZ #DBS #Dragonballsuper #dragonballz #goku #goku ultra instinct #vegeta #ssblue #ssj1 #SSJ2 #SSJ3 #SSJ4 #migatte no gokui #mastered #godbreaker #gohan #goten #gogeta #trunks #vegeto

[jimmythedonut]

We have been beaten back to the inner sanctum in mere hours. Sindal’s cries of defiance have the worst effect: they awaken everyone from the mindless heat of battle and bloodshed, dragging us back to face the truth. The inner sanctum is a gore-slick mess of heaving, slashing, shooting humans and orks. We are beaten. No one in this room is going to survive more than a few more minutes. Already, others have sensed this and I see them through the crowd, trying to run from the room, seeking a way past the orks rather than lay down their lives at the last stand. Militia. Civilians. Guard. Even several storm troopers. Half of our pathetic remaining force is breaking from the battle and trying to run. With my hand still at the ork’s throat, I drag the kicking beast up with me, standing atop the Major Altar. The beast struggles, but its clawing is weak with its skull broken and its senses disoriented by pain. My plasma pistol is long gone, torn from me at some point in the last two days of battle. The chain remains. I wrap it around the beast’s throat, and roar my words to the painted ceiling as I strangle the creature in full view of everyone in the room. ‘Take heart, brothers! Fight in the Emperor’s name!’ The beast thrashes as it dies, claws scraping in futility at my ruined armour. I tense my grip, feeling the creature’s thick spinal bones begin to click and break. Its piggish eyes are wide with terror, and this… this makes me laugh. ‘I have dug my grave in this place…’ An explosive round detonates on my shoulder, blasting shards of armour free. I see Priamus kill the shooter with the Black Sword in a one-handed grip. ‘I have dug my grave in this place, and I will either triumph or I will die!’ Five knights still live, and they roar as I roar. ‘No pity! No remorse! No fear!’ The walls shudder as if kicked by a Titan. For a moment, still laughing, I wonder if the Godbreaker has returned. ‘Until the end, brothers!’ The cry is taken up by those of us that yet draw breath, and we fight on. ‘They’re bringing the temple down!’ Priamus calls, and there is something wrong with his voice. I realise what it is when I see my brother is missing an arm and his leg armour is pierced in three places. I have never heard him in pain before. ‘Nero!’ he screams. ‘Nerovar!’ The beasts are primitive, but they are not devoid of intelligence and cunning. Nero’s white markings signal him as an Apothecary, and they know of his value to humanity. Priamus sees him first, two dozen metres away through the melee. An alien spear has punched its way through his stomach, and several of the beasts are lifting him from the ground, raising him like a war banner above the carnage. Nerovar dies like no warrior I have ever seen before. Even as I try to kill my way closer to him, I see him gripping the spear in his fists, hauling himself down the weapon, impaling himself deeper on it in an attempt to reach the aliens below. He has no bolter, no chainblade. His last act in life is to draw his gladius from its sheath at his thigh and hurl it down with a Templar’s vengeance at the ork with the best grip on the spear. He’d dragged himself down to get close enough to ensure he wouldn’t miss. The short sword bit true, sinking into the beast’s gaping maw and rewarding the xenos with an agonising death, choking on a sword blade that had ravaged its throat, tongue and lungs. With the beast unable to keep hold, the spear falls and Nero plunges into a seething mass of greenskins. I never see him again. Priamus, one-armed and faltering now, staggers ahead of me. A detonating round crashes against his helm, spinning him back to face me. ‘Grimaldus,’ he says, before falling to his knees. ‘Brother…’ Flames engulf him from the side – clinging chemical fire that washes over his armour, eating into the soft joints and dissolving the flesh beneath. The ork with the flamer pans the weapon left and right, dousing Priamus in corrosive fire. I am hammering my way with painful slowness to avenge him when Artarion’s blade bursts from the ork’s chest. He kicks the dying ork from his broken chainsword. With vengeance taken, my standard bearer turns with as much grace as can be salvaged in this butchery, and his back slams against mine. ‘Goodbye, brother.’ He’s laughing as he says the words, and I do not know why, but it brings out my own laughter. Blocks of the ceiling are falling now, crushing those beneath. The orks in here with us, paying for every human life with five of their own, pay no heed to their kin outside damning them by destroying the temple with them still inside. Not far from the altar, I catch a final glimpse of the storm trooper and the dockmaster. The former stands above the dying latter, Andrej defending the gut-shot Maghernus while he tries to comprehend what to do with his bowels looping across his lap and the floor nearby. ‘Artarion,’ I call to him, to return the farewell, but there is no answer. The presence against my back is not my brother. I turn, laughing at the madness before me. Artarion is dead at my feet, headless, defiled. The enemy drive me to my knees, but even this is no more than a bad joke. They are doomed as surely as I am. I am still laughing when the temple finally falls.

Helsreach by Aaron Dembski-Bowden

#40k #helsreach #black templars #grimaldus #warhammer 40k #space marines

[crystalelemental]

I just cleared all of Makina Domain with Esty, Mimi, and Meruru.  They absolutely obliterated the bosses.  The first three went down without getting a single turn.  The Dragon got a turn and summoned in Eternity Goddess, but both were killed before they could do much.

Makina of God was...substantially harder, but barely.  A few good ankh and we could have everyone skip the turn order to jump ahead.  Also, Royal Aroma was a severely under-rated item in my book.  I never thought about it, but my god is it effective.  I also remade an Infinity Meteor with Godbreaker and Strengthen All.  It deals like 2-3x as much damage now.  Which gets insane if you can wait to fire it off with 2 levels of support gauge from your allies.  The damage output is, frankly, obscene.

I always expected these bosses to be way stronger.  I’ve traditionally only used Gio cheese to get past them.  And that took forever, so I always imagined that beating them with a team that didn’t include infinite turns would be a nightmare.  But it...honestly wasn’t too bad?  I freaked out every time they got a turn, but with the right tools, you can kinda prevent that from happening.  Makina of God got exactly one actual attacking turn.  Everything else that damaged me was her auto-activating effects.

Anyway, I’m basically bringing this up to say we’re fucking huge, and that this means, conclusively, the only boss that can actually stop this team is Cobalt Skull, due to its obscenely high damage auto-activating attack as soon as you attack it.  Which I think means I’m willing to call it the hardest boss in the entire game, for really stupid reasons.

#atelier meruru dx #I'm just glad I don't have to rely on Gio cheese anymore

[toaarcan]

Raxes, the Wrath of Heaven

Another of the associates of Freya and Kallista.

Name: Raxes Age: 38 years Species: Aasimar (Scourge, winged) Gender: Male Sexuality: Asexual Class: Barbarian (Zealot) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Primary Attributes: Strength and Constitution

- Raxes is the oldest of the party, relatively speaking. Nearing his forties, he’s comparatively old for an Adventurer, as most in their line of work, especially frontline fighters like himself, don’t tend to make it out of their early 30s without dying or sustaining a career-ending injury. He carries himself with a tired and grouchy composure, but despite that, he does gradually warm up to the people he’s working with.

- Raxes’ point of origin is unknown to his comrades, as he considers it unimportant- A small village in a tiny, forgotten corner of Arturium. Like many of his kind, he grew up with the pressure of being expected to perform divine miracles, and eventually it began to wear him down.

- He ran away at a young age, but found that most villages had similar expectation of an “Angel-Born”, and his weariness gradually devolved into rage, an anger at the heavens for abandoning their mortal devotees to such an extent that they turned to a mortal teenager for hope. This anger would go on to fuel him for the rest of his life.

- Gradually, he honed his skills with an axe, and crafted his own gear from pieces scavenged from slain foes. The great stone blade of his axe, Godbreaker, has ended many a foe.

- Raxes ultimately devoted himself to helping others, with the only means he truly understands: Violence.

- Raxes’ skin has a metallic sheen, as do his hair and feathers. His eyes constantly glow a warm blue, which brightens when he activates his Rage. He also doesn’t bother with full armour, as his skin is harder than anything he can afford. As such, he is marked with scars and scrapes, each of them a memory of a battle won or lost.

- Being a Zealot Barbarian, he is fully capable of persisting past the point of death as long as his rage continues. He is literally too angry to die.

- Raxes still retains a great deal of resentment toward the Celestial Planes, considering the gods too neglectful to be worth his time. This causes some friction between him and the more religious members of the party. He would be considered a distheist, theologically.

#Raxes #Barbarian #Zealot Barbarian #D&D #DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #Dungeons & Dragons #Aasimar #Scourge Aasimar #Half-Angel #I thought it would be funny if the Tiefling was the ultra-religious one and the Aasimar was the distheist #He has never heard of a shirt

[brilliantpride]

roughly yako’s lb5 part 1 timeline is like

acts mostly split up from ritsu and partnered up with the argo since they’re able to cover more ground that way and yako has a decent team by now so she’s more mobile than she was before

almost drinks the god juice, gets called on her shit by cu, connla, and kama, decides not to drink the god juice

talks with jason a lot about the different heroes he’s met and what makes them stand out from other people, i.e. what makes a hero, and doesn’t get a clear-cut answer, which frustrates her

fights with caeneus, breaks calesvol in that fight, gets her shit rocked in the first fight with kirsch where she gets knocked off the ship when they almost get fuckin annihilated 

finds an abandoned island, finds out her saber self got summoned there and sent out a ship to find them, but it only found yako (since ritsu and the rest washed up elsewhere and yako was Underwater)

it’s a stairway to hell [ highway to hell guitar riff ] and probably a shortcut to olympus and a hideout where her saber self was saving up for a hell labyrinth expedition but didn’t get the chance to go

given the choice of ‘go out on your own into the open ocean in a dinky little ship’ and ‘explore an unknown maintenance-tunnel labyrinth built by machine gods’ she chooses the latter since it seems like the likeliest option for meeting up with everyone again without getting either her shit wrecked or both of their shits wrecked again 

surprise! tartarus exists inside of a time bubble where the beings within are inside of a schrödinger's paradox, neither alive nor dead, suspended in a horrifying existence of half-death now that the god of death is dead and cannot process them! and yako is an intruder into the ecosystem. she spends [indeterminate amount of time, as time does not pass in this location] just trying to get to the bottom and into hades, where she meets up with the godbreaker alliance, learns information about the lostbelt and how to uproot the tree of emptiness, and part 2 begins

she’s a lil fucked up from it all tbh but hey! she’s alive and she made it to where they’re supposed to go! so it works out

#t: lbv. #hc. #journal. #i went completely off the atlantis rails because i had IDEAS

[longexposurelover]

Valley of the Godbreaker, by David Haire (2021) | Heavily inspired by the Valley of the Dark Lords. Part of the nascent "Yabanverse" Deep Thoughts Music

#deep #meditation #contemplation #peace

[yuli-ban]

Drawn by Trollfeetwalker Valley of the Godbreaker Also known as the Valley of the Starbreaker, Valley of Batzor, and Tath vos Satvagarath (lit. Yeren for "Valley of the God/Starbreaker") He whose strength shatter'd the stars The Thunder-Voiced Lord of War forever stands tall before a procession of warriors. Down unto the crags of Kollidor, deep in the wastelands of Subotai, there is an immortal mega-statue of Batzor, the legendary warrior of Yeren mythology. On the path to his might, eight immortal Yabans raise their scimitars and tails in a fascistic procession: four nagois, four bollois, all mighty warriors. The titanic constructs are beyond belief. Just one of the Eight Immortals of Satvyanism stands as tall as the Statue of Liberty— Batzor dwarfs them all, for the tip of his scimitar reaches above the clouds, not unlike the height of the pile of bodies he left behind in life. Just viewing the raw might of the Godbreaker inspires aggression and bloodlust. Batzor's sword is raised forever for war and ruination. Go! Fight! Kill! Kill! Kill! Spill blood! Die proud! Die angry! Give Getavara his fill! Tear the heart of Heaven itself! Let chaos reign!! Reign in blood!! The constructs are often destroyed and ruined by fights and skirmishes wrought by Yaban bloodlust, but the god Getavara always renders them standing and renewed. He will never let Kollidor be laid to waste, for the ultraviolence of His insane creation is too eternally amusing to Him. So swords may crumble, bodies may crack, and limbs may fall, but know that it's but a temporary ailment. Lore fact: "satva" (pronounced "satvya") is the Yeren word for both "god" and "star" due to their astrotheological folk religion. Hence why the Ido Yarboggesh is known as the Satvyan Ido, black holes are known as amotsatva (i.e. "dead gods"), and the Satvyan Eye is represented by a black star. 

Visually inspired very heavily by the Valley of the Dark Lords from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic

For more Yabanverse art, see here: https://www.deviantart.com/yuli-ban/gallery/80317575/yabanverse

#Batzor #Yaban #Yabanverse #Sol Yulaan #fantasy #epic fantasy #pulp art #epic #fantasy art #wuxia #warrior #fascist fantasy #Dune #Star Wars #valley of the dark lords #kotor #fantasy illustration #sci fi #Saiyan #Saiyajin #Yeren mythology #40k #Warhammer 40k #WH40K

[darkspear-dancers]

One’s Measure - An Emissarial Missive

Passed down to you by the War Dancer Zul’Jawa, the Shrouded Jaguar, the Descending Eagle, the High Emissary and Speaker of the Darkspear Tribe.

It occurs to me now that it has been some time since I have offered any background information of myself. In the case that these records are archived for historical purposes or discovered in some thousand years by archaeologists seeking to understand the Darkspear, it is nothing short of an honour to describe myself. I make my efforts known through my words and deeds in this life. I should hope that my legacy lives on far after I'm gone.

I am the War Dancer Zul'Jawa. I serve as the High Emissary and Speaker of the Darkspear Tribe. So, too, am I a Spear of Vol'jin, a devoted Claw of Har'koa, the Shrouded Jaguar, the Descending Eagle. Each of these titles, I have accrued over my years of service to my tribe and to my people. Each, I bear with pride and honour. 

But what, you might ask, is the War Dance, itself? 

It is all that I am.

It is a philosophy and a state of being, in mind, body, and soul. Specifically, it is a martial arts system, passed down through my bloodline, which prioritizes constant movement, unsurpassed agility, and decisive strength. It is a source of inspiration for entire armies of troll warriors, and it is the method through which I become a living weapon, a godbreaker. It is my burden and my blessing. It is my namesake and my purpose. Through it, all things are possible.

I was born upon the Darkspear Isles, upon a barely-hospitable cluster of rocks beset by torrential rain and insatiable bands of naga and murlocs constantly. My father was a bastard; he deserves to be forgotten, unmentioned in the annals of history for his sins. My mother is Zael'aka, who now oversees the orphanage on the Echo Isles. She had me at a very young age - she is yet to reach her fortieth birthday. It is from her I inherit my good looks and my charm.

It is from my greatfather that I inherit all else. A War Dancer before me, Zul'izotl instructed me in the art of the War Dance and raised me properly, teaching me all he knew, not just of the world, but of how to be a good mon. I strive to embody his legacy still. Ah, what else to tell. I am mated to Ahuatli, Leopardess of the Echo Isles. Though I am a wordsmith by trade, words fail me to describe her kindness and love, which I strive to return every waking day. The two of us are raising the son of my late blood-brother, Dar'Kran, a bright Zandalari boy named Zugon. We live in our Emissarial Estate, nestled comfortably into the Terrace of the Speakers in the glorious golden city of Dazar’alor. My favoured activities are surfing, reading, and collecting artifacts of trollish civilizations. In my household, Har'koa is worshipped, and I travel alongside a loaborn spirit leopard, Azteotl, the pride of Har'koa's pride. I have also come to revere Xuen as I would any others.

I count a host of others among my friends. The War-Philosopher Xiao-Zen, who saw me through the Hundred Trials of the Artistry of Warfare. Leah Sid'he, a fellow Spear of Vol'jin, the greatest huntress and the most steadfast friend one could ever ask for. Azae'latl, the Jaguar Warrior, who trains under me. Sophie, as true a troll as any. Catristine, Algrubel, Splintze, Suota, comrades I met in service of the Kor'kron. Ziata, Khu'lulli, Taerzah, trolls from every tribe. And Soriya, who surfs better than any troll I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.

And I would be lost without the assistance of my voodoo golem, Rokh, who is holding my inkwell as I write. A finer scribe, there has never been. And I should know, I was one.

I strive for peace above all else in this world - it is this that I have dedicated my life to, in peacemaking and diplomacy on behalf of the Darkspear. There are many causes that I am prepared to fight for - though I pray for peace, I am ever prepared for war. I place high premiums on respect, loyalty, freedom, happiness - if i am to make the world a better place than I found it, i wish to have a positive impact on all I come to know.

Peace shall be its own reward.

And as for the rest of who I am - I believe one's spirit is one's measure. 

And though my journey may be long, I move in stride with battle-song. My beating heart; a drum of war. My battle-cry; the jaguar's roar.

- The War Dancer Zul’Jawa

[ Recently got some asks from @xakkir and @kuzi-the-hunturr, and I figured it’s been a while since I’ve given a re-introduction to Zul’Jawa!! A shout-out to a few of those mentioned in Zul’s record! @zandalarki @leahdarkspear @algrubel @ziata-mists @draikaina @simplysoriya]

#world of warcraft rp #wow roleplay #thewardancer #zul'jawa #World of Warcraft

[ladylilia87]

Thief 2 FM recommendations

Hello!

I would really recommend playing Godbreaker by Random_Taffer, it's an awesome Thief 2 FM and it's a campaign as well.

Also I really recommend playing through the Keeper Investigations campaign, loads of fun too!

#Thief 2 Fan Mission #submission

[dmtagbot]

[Bandcamp] In The Act Of Violence - Godbreaker EP https://t.co/BtbclAfuq3 http://pic.twitter.com/Grgj5M9G1h

— #death metal in BC (@dmtag_bot) January 12, 2017