#khebbel im akkad

[nanshe-of-nina]

Kushiel’s Legacy GIF sets || Valère L’Envers

“Her highness the Lugalin Valère-Shamabarsin,” the eunuch attendant announced in Akkadian, his voice high and resonant. We all bowed or curtsied low before the figure seated on the dais before us, glittering in jewel-encrusted robes, her face veiled and hidden. And then the doors closed behind us, and the seated woman drew back her veil, reminding me, for a terrifying instant, of Melisande in the Little Court. But no; this woman glanced anxiously toward the door, making certain it was indeed closed, and I would have known her anywhere for a scion of House L’Envers, with those deep-violet eyes. “My lord Trente,” said Valère L’Envers, descending from the dais to take his hands and offer the kiss of greeting. Beneath an elaborate headdress, her hair was the color of honey and she had her father’s strong jaw, though prettier. “Well met!” Unerringly, she turned toward me, and I made a second curtsy, hastily pulling back my veil. “Comtesse Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève,” she said, smiling. “Our houses have a long history together. It is an honor to meet you.”

#kushieledit #valere l'envers #house l'envers #terre d'ange #khebbel im akkad #kushiel's legacy #kl graphics #kl gifs #nanshe's graphics

[midwintermasque]

Antoine Gaspard de Penfars

A Baron of Kusheth, Antoine is a shadowy figure that has haunted Rosanna’s nightmares for too long.  Sent to Khebbel-im-Akkad as an ambassador by the harsh command of Odilia no Dahlia to protect her friend from his desires, Antoine has spent long, hot days in the Akkadian sun planning his return to the city.  After flaunting the fact that he has information that could be helpful to Rosanna and her friends, he returns to the City of Elua for the coronation of Crown Prince Gustav de la Courcel and visits his sweet bleeding thorn, reminding her that she can never escape from him.  

#Adventures in Terre D'Ange #Antoine Gaspard de Penfars #Terre d'Ange

[white-queen-lacus]

Fine, I am really enjoying this thing! *_*  Spoilers from Kushiel’s Chosen and Kushiel’s Avatar: Imriel de la Courcel’s story.

“What does it mean to be good?

When I was a child, I thought I knew. It was easy then. I knew nothing of my birth or my heritage. My childhood was spent in the Sanctuary of Elua, where I was a ward. My days were spent in worklike play: scrambling the mountainsides and tending goats with the other children of the Sanctuary, climbing trees and swimming in the swift stream while our charges grazed.

I was steeped in the precept of Blessed Elua: Love as thou wilt. And I did. I loved without reserve, freely and easily—my playmates, the priests and priestesses of the Sanctuary, the goats I tended, the earth beneath my feet and the sky above my head. I am a D'Angeline; I loved Terre d'Ange, the country of my birth. With all my heart, I loved our gods, Elua and his Companions, and I knew myself loved in return. I was happy. I never thought to be anything else.

When I was ten years old, everything changed.

I was stolen by Carthaginian slave-traders and sent on a journey into hell. And I thought I'd die there, but I didn't. I was rescued. I was brought out of damnation into safety.

And everything changed again.

In a distant fortress on the far verges of Khebbel-im-Akkad, the D'Angeline Queen's delegate bowed his head and greeted me as Imriel de la Courcel, Prince of the Blood.

All that I knew of myself was a lie.”

#kushiel's legacy #kushiel's chosen #kushiel's avatar #imriel de la courcel #phédre no delaunay #the mahrkagir #melisande shahrizai #la serenissima #darsanga #landras

[nanshe-of-nina]

Kushiel’s Legacy GIF sets || Imriel de la Courcel

What does it mean to be good? When I was a child, I thought I knew. It was easy then. I knew nothing of my birth or my heritage. My childhood was spent in the Sanctuary of Elua, where I was a ward. My days were spent in work like play: scrambling the mountainsides and tending goats with the other children of the Sanctuary, climbing trees and swimming in the swift stream while our charges grazed. I was steeped in the precept of Blessed Elua: Love as thou wilt. And I did. I loved without reserve, freely and easily—my playmates, the priests and priestesses of the Sanctuary, the goats I tended, the earth beneath my feet and the sky above my head. I am a D’Angeline; I loved Terre d’Ange, the country of my birth. With all my heart, I loved our gods, Elua and his Companions, and I knew myself loved in return. I was happy. I never thought to be anything else. When I was ten years old, everything changed. I was stolen by Carthaginian slave-traders and sent on a journey into hell. And I thought I’d die there, but I didn’t. I was rescued. I was brought out of damnation into safety. And everything changed again. In a distant fortress on the far verges of Khebbel-im-Akkad, the D’Angeline Queen’s delegate bowed his head and greeted me as Imriel de la Courcel, Prince of the Blood. All that I knew of myself was a lie.

#kushieledit #imriel de la courcel #house courcel #house shahrizai #terre d'ange #kushiel's legacy #kl graphics #kl gifs #nanshe's graphics

[white-queen-lacus]

Being sassy, Courcel edition XD

Ysandre in Kushiel’s Avatar:

Barquiel L'Envers laughed out loud; after that, it was quiet.

In the silence, Ysandre breathed slowly and deeply, struggling to control her temper. When she spoke, her voice was even. "House Montrève, if I am not mistaken, consists of one highly priced Servant of Naamah, a defrocked Cassiline Brother and a handful of eccentric retainers. Even if you were not— " her tone rose sharply " —in danger of being accused of treason for having abducted a member of my household, a Prince of the Blood, against my explicit wishes and exposing him to untold danger, what possible merit would there be for House Courcel, inheritors of the D'Angeline throne, kindred by marriage to the Cruarch of Alba and the Khalif of Khebbel-im-Akkad, in accepting your offer?" She drew near, frowning with genuine perplexity. "Have you gone mad in your travels? What possible honor can there be in such an exchange? Phèdre, what on earth makes you think I would ever agree to this?"

  Sidonie in Kushiel’s Mercy: 

I followed his gaze and saw Barquiel L’Envers grinning. He caught my eye and gave me a mocking salute. “Oh, Elua and his Companions have mercy on me!” I said in disgust. “Is this what you’ve been reduced to, L’Envers?”

“He said . . .” Le Blanc swayed. “His advocate said . . .”

“Listen to me, you thrice-cursed idiot.” I grabbed a handful of his white robe and shook him. “He put you up to this, didn’t he? Pushing your suit after it had been settled fairly. Lending you his advocate. Why?” I tightened my grip. “More of my damned mother’s legacy?”

Le Blanc had turned pale, but he found a measure of his dignity. “It’s not old history. Not to some of us. I fought at Troyes-le-Mont, but I couldn’t protect my own family.” His mouth worked. “My wife . . . my wife was rap*d. Many times. She killed herself.”

I let go of him. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not!” he said in anguish. “Dancing and laughing and kissing—”

“And rutting,” Sidonie murmured.

... And Barquiel is always the culprit XD

#kushiel's legacy #kishiel's avatar #kushiel's mercy #ysandre de la courcel #sidonie de la courcel #phèdre no delaunay #imriel de la courcel #barquiel l'envers #snarquiel XD #sassiness courcel style

[midwintermasque]

Odilia’s Estate 

Situated in the idyllic countryside of Siovale, this beautiful castle was a present from his Highness the Dauphin to his beloved Consort. The estate houses hundreds of servants, crofters, and villages - all of which adore their liege lady. Despite what some in the capital might say, Odilia is well beloved by her Siovalese subjects, and upon reaching her home away from home, she recalls just why she loves taking up residence there. At this moment in time, the Duchesse is entertaining quite the menagerie of guests. Her personal minstrel, Jehan, nearly came to tears just seeing her home again. An unusual visitor from Khebbel-im-Akkad also finds himself the beneficiary of her hospitality. And the servants are all abuzz with the former Casseline of notable name who seems to be in her employ. Away from the city, Odilia is able to collect herself, her allies, and surround herself in splendor as well as safety. 

#Adventures in Terre D'Ange #Odilia no Dahlia #Siovale

[nanshe-of-nina]

Kushiel’s Legacy || Other Nations (and Peoples), part II

Bhodistan In Bhodistan, they are an ancient people, and they feared to turn from their multitude of gods, who are by turns capricious and compassionate. Yet they saw the light in him and would allow no harm to Blessed Elua, nor would they follow him, so he wandered singing, and people made the sign of peace and turned away.

Ch’in “I studied traditional medicine at the Academy in Marsilikos, but in the past year, we've been honored to have a great teacher from Ch'in at the Academy here, Master Lo Feng. It is a wondrous opportunity, for his folk almost never venture this far abroad, and they admit few foreigners to their country. Did you know that the Ch'in have a very different view of the healing arts?”

Drujan There was a pause. “Yes,” Ptolemy Dikaios said. “So I believe it to be. The Drujani rebelled against their Akkadian overlords a score and ten years ago, and were crushed mercilessly. Every surviving member of royal blood was put to the sword, the women raped and slain. And then ...” He spread his hands, a powerless gesture for all the rings that adorned his fingers. “Eight years ago, something changed. What it was, I do not know, for the Akkadians are loathe to speak of it. But that is when the bone-priests came, the Skotophagoti. Sometimes alone, and sometimes with comrades, merchants and mercenaries.”

Khebbel-im-Akkad They guard their women well in Khebbel-im-Akkad. So I had heard, and so I came to understand, from the despite and desire mingled in him. Lord Clavel had been denied access, and he raged at it. Once I discerned this, we got on well enough. If he had been denied the hareem, he had gold enough and had paid it for this afternoon’s pleasure. There was no question of exotic tastes learned abroad.

Persis He was captured in Persis, and shook his head smiling when the King put him in chains, and vines grew to wreath his cell. The tale of his wandering had come to reach the ear of Heaven, and when he was imprisoned, there were those among the angelic hierarchy who answered. Choosing to flout the will of the One God, they came to earth in ancient Persis.

Tatars The Tatar bristled with weapons, clad in furs and plated leather. In one hand he held a short spear, and the other a sword. Stamping his feet, he roared out a challenge in an unintelligible tongue. I never did learn to speak Tatar, or the myriad dialects of it. Joscelin merely bowed, crossed vambraces visible beneath the sleeves of his sheepskin coat. The hilt of his sword rode over his shoulder, untouched. He held his daggers instead.

Tsingani “Suriah, what’s a Tsingano?” “One of the travellers, the Tsingani.” Drawing a comb through my wet curls, she made a moue of distaste, the frown that leaves no unpleasant lines. “What have you to do with them?”

Yeshuites I knew of one noblewoman who professed to be a Yeshuite and required a particularly handsome and virile bodyguard to attend her for fear of persecution, and I knew what other duties he performed at length

#kushiel's legacy #bhodistan #ch'in #drujan #khebbel im akkad #persis #tatars #tsingani #yeshuites #books #kl graphics #nanshe's graphics #historical fantasy