#Judge Zargabaath

[tampire]

Zeromus condemns the Judge Magisters

#Final Fantasy XII #Final Fantasy XII The Zodiac Age #Final Fantasy #ffgraphics #ffedit #Zeromus #Zeromus The Condemner #Judge Magisters #My Gif #Trial Mode #Trial 100 #Judge Ghis #Judge Bergan #Judge Drace #Judge Gabranth #Judge Zargabaath #Gaming #gamingedit #Esper #Ivalice #Take that Judges #Also hell yeah to my Cancer zodiac sign

[yourhonor4u]

One more ordinary day in FF12 office AU

#ff12 #ffxii #final fantasy 12 #final fantasy xii #finalfantasy12 #bergan #judge bergan #drace #judge drace #ghis #judge ghis #gabranth #judge gabranth #zargabaath #judge zargabaath #and vayne is still missing

[saltynags]

Doing a million nice sketches cause I’m going insane apparently.

#final fantasy xii #final fantasy 12 #ffxii #zargabaath #judge ghis #judge bergan

[tarnishedxknight]

{out of dalmasca} Thinking about Drace's death. And I just. *sighs... leans forward... makes steeple hands*

The whole reason why Vayne could even order Drace's execution in the first place is because, as Bergan said, "When you drew your sword at His Excellency, you drew your sword against the Empire," or something similar. Meaning... Vayne's the self-proclaimed emperor now, so challenging him is treason.

Except.

Archadia does not have a throne succeeded by blood, legacy, or choice. It isn't passed down in a family, chosen or assumed by the current emperor, or chosen by literally anybody who walks in and says they're the emperor now. It's done by an election process. An election involving the voting of the masses. So Vayne... is not the new emperor automatically because he's his father's son or a member of House Solidor. And he cannot declare himself emperor, even if, as per his shoddy excuse, the Empire cannot be left without a head. There would still need to be an election to determine even a placeholder after Gramis is found dead, let alone the next emperor.

So... Drace could still have argued that Vayne did not assume power through fair and legal means, the People™️ have not had their say, and therefore she does not have to recognize his authority. She would have been well in her rights to do/say that, and I think if she had framed it that way, Gabranth and maybe even Zargabaath might have backed her up on it, outnumbering Vayne and Bergan 3 to 2.

At the very least, Drace could have been like, "You can say you're taking over until such time as an election is held, but until then, you hold no real power to make significant decisions regarding the fates of the accused." There has to be a law like that on the books somewhere. You're telling me a huge Empire like Archadia, given to eating its own young in a political sense, doesn't have legislation in place to deter or prevent someone from simply stating, "Welp, I'm in power now," and making potentially catastrophic decisions in government like dissolving the Senate and executing someone who, essentially, equates to a high commanding military general during wartime? I think not.

So I just. *rubs temples* Drace would have known the law better than that and so would the rest of the Judge Magisters. They're... literal judges. It's right there in their job title, heh. She should have pushed back more. They all should have.

No point to this rant other than that my girl got done dirty and I will never not be salty about it. XD

Thoughts?

#{ out of dalmasca } ᵒᵒᶜ #alt muse: drace

[stingslikeabee]

@5judgements​ found the dancer . chapter 5

An evening to celebrate and honor the passing of another year of the Archadian Emperor, Gramis Gana Solidor, was an occasion that no citizen or imperial guest wished to miss. With the emperor’s health declining over the recent months, there was an additional care to ensure that the commemorations would be remembered by those in attendance, regardless of their ties to the actual ruling house of Archadia.

Judge magisters, the superior officers among their troops, the head scientists from Draklor, diplomats from allied nations, members of the Senate, military personnel serving as liaisons to occupied territories, the capital’s very own elite - everyone received an invitation for a ball held within palace grounds, which again served a double purpose as propaganda and suggestion of intent for those keen on threatening Archadia. Although there was no actual display of power from their best among military ranks such as the tournament held months before, security was impossibly high and Emperor Gramis decided to make an appearance, health concerns notwithstanding.

Melissa was there, among those graced with an invitation - something only possible thanks to the backing and meddling of the Marquis of Ondore, of course. For all intents and purposes, her season was supposed to have ended a few weeks before, when she was even transported to the Sky City with the 8th Fleet, a personal courtesy given the woman’s non-official diplomatic status in the city. However, the dancer returned a couple of days later with news of an extension - for a full year, with an exclusive contract with the local opera house.

While initially her role had seemed to be one to foster curiosity and goodwill for Bhujerba, Melissa explained that her craft had indeed drawn the curiosity of many from the Empire - enough to secure sizeable revenue for the venue promoters who sought to retain her as a fixed attraction. The Marquis signed off on such dealings, evidence of his continued support of the fragile but sincere collaboration of the Sky City and Archades. 

Behind the scenes, however, the intentions of the Ondore administration were very different - Melissa had met with him at their homeland, and explained the status of her assignment in a way to highlight that she needed time - only on the very eve of the meeting had she been successful in breaching Ghis’ final layer of armor and ensnaring him. The delay did not please the Marquis, but the account of her travel instigated him to continue with the charade - and Melissa was able to return with the fanfarre her created persona required, even if deep down she had no intention of following through with the Resistance plans anymore.

The Bhujerban had decided to use the time to find an alternative - anything that could help her country, but not at the cost of her beloved magistrate’s life.

The renewed season, the possibility of meeting Ghis frequently, the life in the capital to which she had been growing used to - all these things filled Melissa with excitement for the evening of the ball, Drace being immensely helpful with recommendations for a good seamstress as well as getting the woman in touch with those who could not only secure her an apartment but also a decent one (after all, a hotel was no longer suitable for the Bhujerban considering her long-term presence). Zargabaath had also provided counsel and the last weeks had been used to finalize her move into a new place, decorated to her preferences (with everything she had brought from the Sky City after her meeting with Ondore).

The only thing missing was speaking with Ghis - since they said their goodbyes at the Bhujerban aerodrome, she had not seen him again. Presumably too busy with the Marquis, and then dispatched elsewhere when she returned to Archades. Melissa was itching to share the good news with him - and to talk about what it represented for both of them; Ghis had hinted at a relationship before - would he still be amenable to it if they both lived in the same city? It seemed like a silly thing to fret over with war on the horizon, but her heart could yearn for nothing else.

However, his colleagues within the magister circle told her to not send word - both Drace and Zargabaath suggested doing so personally at the ball, which Ghis would be sure to attend (as well as all of them). Besides, Melissa’s fresh anxiety in relation to the oldest judge did not escape the trained eye of his peers - despite the dancer never outright gossiping about her trip with Ghis to the Sky City, she had alluded to certain events - Drace immediately understood.

So that brought the dancer to the night at the palace, for once dressed like an Archadian (it was the Emperor’s birthday, after all). Her dress was one of shimmering fabric mimicking the colors of the sunset, with crossed straps around the neck that turned into billowing twin capes trailing after her steps while leaving most of Melissa’s back bare. The front of the dress had no embroidery save for the right side of the waist, where crystals had been sewn into a delicate flower pattern, decorating a small section there where some skin was visible in a tasteful manner (but considerably less if one compared to her usual attire).

The slit for the right side of her legs offered ample movement - and combining with the soft fabric used for the outfit, there was a lot of freedom for her to walk as if wearing one of her own adored costumes. Her long, dark hair was styled with a half braid, the only Bhujerban concession being the jewelry added to her tresses, earrings and arms; nothing else on Melissa hailed from the Sky City, and if not for the choice of vibrant colors, she could perhaps be confused with one of the local ladies in attendance.

With a glass in hand, Melissa walked around the main room, looking for familiar faces - one in particular, which she had failed to locate despite the assurances of the other magisters that he would be there. It was a most curious feeling the dancer experienced then - almost like stage fright, but of an extremely personal nature; the woman felt hot and cold simultaneously, and longed to see Ghis’ face while at the same time hoping he would share her enthusiasm for the news. There was hardly anything she could do but wait more - but the weeks without contact had turned her into someone almost desperate for his presence, and, more importantly, his approval.

An assassin turned soft - if only Ondore knew how well his own agent had lied to him.

#5judgements #v: FFXII #t: sweeter than heaven #I am very normal about them #not at all excited we're here #only took us 130 notes and plotting forever #*flings this at u*

[lives-in-a-harpsichord]

I wish we could've fought all the judge magisters in ffxii

Drace's weapon looks insane and I would've liked to be bonked in the head with it. Zargabaath could've delivered such a thorough spanking with his. Mother I crave violence but like towards myself

#Sonja's life #final fantasy #final fantasy xii

[5judgements]

@stingslikeabee​ asked:

❝ All I’ve ever desired is a country where war and hunger are unknown. ❞

   Zargabaath had grown accustomed to her presence within Archades, inside the palace itself as her interests in a certain Judge blossomed. That part of him which wanted those around him to find their own slice of happiness in the world, had been overjoyed to see the other man bearing a smile that met his eyes so often when speaking over her as the subject. Unfortunate as goes the trials of those in their position, that same man now laid hanging on the thread of his life. He hadn’t ever wanted her to see the role he must play now, as a hangman wrapping the noose around her throat, staring through an emotionless helmet and casting his judgment so heavily. 

   She had played them all for fools, if he were to believe Gabranth’s summaries of her purpose under the Marquis’ plot. It was a hard tale to trust after every evening that they had spent discussing her adoration for Ghis, the way her eyes twinkled with the idea of a life to live out at his side, but the evidence was damning. 

   When the news had come across them that the entire fleet had been decimated just shortly after leaving the skyline of Bhujerba, it wasn’t a far reaching assumption to say that the nation had openly been involved. Ondore’s swift departure from his leading role quickly became nothing more than a confirmation and Gabranth needed nothing less to run a raid over her home. He had his suspicions for well over a year now, but without plausible cause, anything up to this point would have been beyond his jurisdiction. 

   Zargabaath thinks of the dagger that they had uncovered, wrapped within a tight sheath bearing the intricate coat of arms, and its blade dipped in a volatile poison. It was not a weapon meant for self defense, as one could argue; that knife was given specifically to kill and ensure that even the smallest nick would provide long lasting, devastating, results. 

   “All I’ve ever desired is a country where war and hunger are unknown,” she sobs as a plea, and his response is only to sigh. 

   He wholeheartedly wanted to believe that she meant well beyond whatever insidious actions might be suggested, but, it is a difficult endeavor to shoulder. Uncrossing his arms and motioning towards the guard at the door behind him, he begins to turn to leave. 

   “Words mean little when your actions betray your heart, and if the choice were mine, we would simply extradite you back to Bhujerba for no direct harm becoming of your presence. Pray to whichever god you favor that his excellency survives his wounds, else your life will be the empire’s first retaliation against this travesty, much as it pains me to speak of such things.” 

#(ZARGABAATH) IC #stingslikeabee #agony part 2 #feeling some angst in the air on this night

[twlvie]

which judge magister is afraid of ghosts

zargabaath

[disillusionedjudge]

For the headcanons meme: How do you think Gylfie's timeline or the course of her life in general might have changed if she hadn't killed her father? What if he'd lived through to the end of the events of FFXII, or even to see her become a Judge Magister in her own right? What might that have changed for Gylfie, either mentally or events-wise?

send me questions you have about my character!

((ooh, I like this! So... hmm. Well, for starters, Mt. Bur-Omisace. It could go two ways, though there's one way I prefer over the other, heh. The one I prefer less is that Takrin doesn't die, and Gylfie is forced to go on the run with Ashe & Co because she turned against him and Bergan. He could return to Archades, claiming that Drace's treachery had spread even to his daughter, and would ultimately put more pressure on Gabranth since he's now the only one able to protect Larsa, given that Gylfie no longer has the option of returning to the Empire.

Now, the other way I can see it going, is that... Gylfie doesn't stay behind on Bur-Omiscace with Takrin and Bergan. She wants to, because she doesn't trust her father or Bergan and wants to know what they're planning, but maybe Gabranth orders her to stay with him and Zargabaath once they collect Larsa. Maybe he's afraid he'll lose her, too, and needs someone around he can still trust. She listens to him (the hound's pup always follows), and Takrin escapes as the only survivor. He'd pin the blame on Ashe & Co (and Al-Cid), because, as much as he disdains Bergan, Bergan was an ally of Vayne's, and Takrin is ever faithful. He wouldn't tell what Bergan had done or what he had become, and would serve Vayne loyally - eager to continue Archadia's bloody expansion to the west.

Obviously, this means another obstacle for both Gabranth and Gylfie, though... I honestly see Takrin staying close to Vayne. I don't think he'd actually pose as an active threat until the showdown on the Bahamut, though, actually, he'd probably just follow in his own airship with his fleet in tow, much like Zargabaath. That could change because, uh... fun fact, I still haven't finished watching ffxii sfdgjhfsd - hopefully this weekend? I was gonna do it tonight but I also wanted to get things done, and I couldn't do that while distracted with watching the movie xD

Anyway, how I have it in mind, is that Takrin would follow with his own fleet, which means he can still remain Judge Magister when everything is said and done. Why? Because he, like Zargabaath, was following the Emperor. They fought for Archadia and were following Vayne's orders like the good Judge Magisters they are. Now, of course, with Zargabaath, he means well despite how his by-the-books approach to his duties can cause more harm than good, and... Takrin doesn't, heh. But, with Takrin alive and still in power, Gylfie would take over Drace's bureau instead of her father's. Which... ngl, I'm actually tempted to make that Gylfie's canon anyway. But we'll see!

Now, with Takrin still in power... things are going to be dicey. Gylfie is going to warn Basch that her father had been loyal to Vayne and had supported him because he shared his ideals, and would warn him that Takrin is easily a threat to Larsa. I... don't think Takrin would try to kill Larsa, but he'd... certainly make things difficult. He would challenge Larsa, try to make him seem incompetent or unfit to be Emperor, and may even branch out to run for emperor himself come the next election. If there is actually an election. I could get into how that one line from Vayne about Archadia voting for it's emperor doesn't make sense but I won't do that here sdfkhjsgdfhjk

However, the biggest issue is that, if Takrin ever finds out that Gabranth is actually Basch, everything is going to be screwed. He will not hesitate to blast that for everyone to know, and would absolutely call into question Larsa's loyalty to Archadia if he finds out Larsa was perfectly aware that it was Basch. He would also use it against Gylfie as well, and argue that that was a reason why he knew she should have never been promoted to Judge, let alone Judge Magister.

With all of that, Gylfie is going to have her hands full. Her father will continue to challenge her and undermine her authority even when she's promoted to Judge Magister in her own right, so he's an added stressor on top of losing Drace and Gabranth, needing to protect Larsa, and trying to keep Basch's secret to keep the Judge Magisters in line and to keep Larsa safe. Actually, now that I think about it, I could easily see Takrin causing enough unrest amongst the Judge Magisters to cause such a division it could equate to a civil war, but I digress. I feel he'd fill in Zargabaath's role in Fortress, though... that in itself is an entirely different issue I also won't address here because that is just me ranting lol. Anyway, so not alone is she struggling to adjust to everything, but... she now has to deal with her father a lot more than she did before because they're now in the same rank. The thing is, though, they're both going to be careful with how they play it out - Takrin doesn't want to lash out at her and look like a fucking idiot while Gylfie's calm, cool, and collected, but... at the same time, Gylfie knows she can't lose her temper with her father's subtle jabs and constant challenges, because if she does, she'll screw herself over because everyone will think she's too emotional like Takrin had been saying all along. It's... a lot of subtle mind games with the two of them, though there will be times when their hatred for each other will shine through, even if only briefly.

I... might tackle this after I finish the movie, because I could very well come up with other problems that Takrin would present if he were to have survived. But, in short, he would be an added stressor for Gylfie when she becomes Judge Magister, and he would not hesitate to wreck everything the moment he learns of Gabranth's death. He will make Larsa's rule as difficult as he can without getting dismissed from his position, though I think he'd be too much of a coward to attempt an assassination. He would keep the unrest amongst the Judge Magisters at best, and outright cause a complete division at worst.

Gylfie might still kill him somehow, though, heh. Still with the goal of protecting Larsa and Archadia in mind, of course, but... it'd definitely be harder for her to find a way to go about that without getting caught.

#headcanons #death tw

[rcsetorn]

FFXII has now been beaten~

The Judges are all cool.  Except Bergan.  Straight up.  And on that note for the after final boss cutscene, I love how immediately after the ceasefire, Judge Zargabaath is immediately willing to ram into the Bahamut in order to save Dalmasca below.  That much loyalty and dedication of the role of Judges makes me weak.

#◈ ╼ ༺ :| ooc |: ༻ ╼ ◈ #era plays xii #now to start forming xii verse. #my complaint is how grindy it is. #especially when I want to know more story. #but eh.

[ventusdrace]

BONUS:

Reddas & Rhynchophis boulengeri

#ffxii #my art #final fantasy xii #ff12 #final fantasy #Judges #judge bergan #judge gabranth #judge drace #judge zargabaath #judge ghis #reddas #fanart #portait #digital portrait #digital art #clip studio paint

[yourhonor4u]

Some office AU with Solidors and Judge Magisters

Yes, Vayne has colorful hair. And Bergan is the best security guard

#ff12 #ffxii #final fantasy 12 #final fantasy xii #ghis #judge ghis #vayne carudas solidor #vayne solidor #zargabaath #judge zargabaath #drace #judge drace #bergan #judge bergan

[tarnishedxknight]

{out of dalmasca} In addition to buying the upgraded Gabranth figure, I also recently purchased the set of Judge Magister busts that came with the collector's edition PS4 that included the Zodiac Age digital remaster of FFXII. Got them super cheap on eBay, so if anyone else wants a set, definitely check out secondhand markets for good deals. Gabranth and Drace are my favorites, so they're in the front, Zargabaath is okay, so he can be in the front too. Barely pictured at the back left is Ghis, and way behind Gabranth is Bergan... because nobody wants to see him. XD

#{ out of dalmasca } ᵒᵒᶜ #judge magister gabranth #final fantasy xii #ffxii

[stingslikeabee]

@5judgements​ found the dancer . chapter 4

Six months deep into enemy territory had once seemed to be an impossible task - Melissa had armed herself with nothing but colorful silks, props and a need for revenge to set foot within a country which she held no affection for despite the imperial blood in her veins. By Ondore’s estimations before her act was publicized and personally sponsored by the Marquis, it should have been time enough for the allure of her performance to draw in the magister which frequently held Bhujerba by its throat and terminate him, creating chaos and giving the Resistance a tactical advantage that their smaller troops would never achieve in the battlefield.

But the Marquis had heavily miscalculated - not only because Jarvis Ghis had been much more professional than either of them expected and snaring the judge required additional time, but because of the feelings born in the heart of his own agent. It was inexplicable - Melissa should just loathe Ghis for the fear he brought over her homeland, for the pain he had inflicted to many other Bhujerbans like herself, for the misery and hopelessness that Archadia showed to those who dared to fight back their control. 

But she didn’t - not anymore. Originally, staying close to him had been a well-rehearsed act, not unlike the show for those who came to the theatre where Melissa was holding her season. But little by little, the dancer found herself genuinely drawn to him. Once the helmet was removed and the man came forth - he was not the monster she pictured once. He was respectful, kind to her, most protective of her craft and interests. Rather than displaying some vicious bias towards the dancer (be it for gender or origin), Ghis had extended his power over her to ensure safety and well-being. Their meetings over a meal had grown more numerous when he was in town; the judge had even visited the Bhujerban during a performance or two and brought beautiful flowers with him, a word of admiration for the spectacle meaning more than the blooms he had selected for Melissa.

Drace and Zargabaath both assured the woman that her efforts were not in vain - and yet, neither of them knew of the immense conflict she carried in her heart, knowing that the time to discuss matters with Ondore was near and the only thing in her mind was staying - prolonging her season, living that lie which felt so real over the last couple of months, allowing her to grow closer to Ghis. As much as Melissa missed the Sky City - everything she had adored about it was gone; her family was no more. Her apartment in Archades was not nearly as hostile as at the beginning - with the unlikely friends in the other magistrates, the ever pleasant afternoons with Larsa and the small discoveries about the town...

Archades wasn’t so dreadful, really - particularly when Jarvis Ghis was on soil rather than dispatched somewhere else.

Boarding an airship and being airborne was always a moment of happiness for a Bhujerban; however, that night held a special meaning since she was taken to the Leviathan, one of the Empire’s flagships and the one commanded by the magistrate the woman was so fond of. Many in the Resistance had discussed these impressive vessels before - there was no shortage of cells to hold captives, vast rooms and hallways with all sorts of detection mechanisms and weaponry, and yet Melissa did not trail around as a prisoner - but as a guest.

The 8th fleet had been designed for yet another visit to Bhujerba, and it coincided with Melissa’s original time to return. However, such news were brought to those in charge of diplomatic channels and somehow, the dancer was invited to accompany judge magister Ghis if she so desired - the ship would be doing that route anyway, and it would be their honor to escort her home if she was inclined to join them.

Melissa accepted in a heartbeat - a part of her knew that it was a precious chance to collect intelligence on another of the Empire’s weapons, but most of her focus was on just enjoying the internal decoration and design of the Leviathan. It was unlike anything she had ever been transported in - and although there was a guard at her sides at all times to prevent a civilian from straying to places they had no business being, it couldn’t really remove the fascination from her eyes.

The Bhujerban asked for a pause on their tour when they approached a window - and Melissa moved closer to the glass panels, dressed as she tended to be habitually: evidently proud of her roots, but without the flair exhibited for dinner dates or participation within imperial tournaments. In such a heavily militarized environment, the woman was like a lonely flower amidst metal, persisting despite the absurdity of the sight, and sighing heavily at the movements of everyone outside ensuring their departure would occur smoothly.

Melissa was about to leave Archades for Bhujerba - a trip that was supposed to bring joy to her heart, and not to make it feel as heavy as a stone. There was no denying anymore: a part of her had truly found a home within the imperial capital (or perhaps in an imperial individual) and maybe the mission Ondore hoped to achieve had been compromised.

#5judgements #v: FFXII #t: conversations under moonlight #I love that we paused this for months #and now we decided that it's enough #no more slow burning #we want to set FIRE TO EVERYTHING

[meysan3]

Summer

#judge zargabaath #judge gabranth #judge drace #ff12 #ffxii

[5judgements]

@lightsblessed​ asked:

Jiran had been thinking over her conversation with Zargabaath a lot the past few days all the while maintaining a distance from Gabranth unless necessary.

now it was time to get over her little fear of being around him. with a few quick questions to a lower ranking judge and she managed to track Gabranth down.

" Gabranth, i would like to ask you a.. favor. i know you are a busy man, but the next time you have some free time, i'd like you to occupancy me outside the palace. even if it's just into the gardens. some fresh air will do us both some good, yes? "

   Gabranth can be found toiling over planning procedures regarding Larsa and the Rozarrian government, a meeting to be held within the once again sovereign kingdom of Dalmasca. For all that had been achieved in the recent months there was still ever more to accomplish. Vayne’s machinations against all of Ivalice had left a wake of distrust and turmoil and repairing collaboration between every nation would take far more than ever before.

   He’s exhausted when she approaches, and he regards Jirandai with an expression of question. Gabranth’s brows furrow towards her request for his time and while he would rather continue on with his work, perhaps an excuse to stop was needed.

   The countless people that were to be present in the peace negotiations left much to chance and uncertainty, despite the young Lord’s assurances that everything would turn out fine.

   “If you think that is best,” the Judge replies, turning over the pen between his fingers a few times out of apparent anxiety before simply setting it down.

#(GABRANTH) IC #lightsblessed #he's going grey jiran bls help him