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bloodandrunes · 2 years

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Worldbuilding

Hey everybody! A little over a week ago, I promised a worldbuilding post, and here it is. I'm probably going to seperate certain information under different headers. So. Here we go.

The Pantheon

The Pantheon consists of eight gods, the holy number of Reian. These gods are:

Azral, god of justice, death, and power. King of the gods.

Ulla, his wife. Goddess of life, forgiveness, and mercy. Queen of the gods.

Kove, their firstborn, god of warfare and ambition

Kotia, their secondborn, goddess of the harvest and luck

Hayla, their thirdborn goddess of travel and wealth

Isona their fourthborn, goddess of balance, harmony and the moon

Yel, their fifthborn, god of the sun, passion and bravery

Firrol, their sixthborn, god of magic and vengeance

The Champion

The gods, it is said, love all of their children, from the wealthiest king to the poorest beggar. But there is one they smiled upon most of all, a human so blessed, he won their hearts completely. The man's name was Ysrian Amars, a young warlord of Clan Amars. Ysrian was charming, clever, and comely. Kind but not weak, brave but not foolish, and confident but not arrogant. He gained the attention of the gods in his boyhood. Fascinated by him, they could not help but adore their most favored child.

Though they had never meddled in mortal affairs before, content with their seat in the heavens, they revealed themselves to Ysrian and each granted him a blessing. With these blessings, Ysrian carved a kingdom for himself which he would dub Reian. And, grateful for their gifts, he spread the word of the Pantheon across the continent.

Revered as both a political figure and religious leader, Ysrian remains a legend nearly five centuries later. He is so adored that many nobles -- and even a few daring commoners -- will give their children the suffix 'ys' in an attempt to curry favor with the gods.

Dates

Reian's dating system goes by BEP (Before the Establishment of the Pantheon) and AEP (After the Establishment of the Pantheon). As of the current timeline in Blood and Runes, the year is 473 AEP. Each year is tracked by the summer and winter solstice, which totals to a year in real life, but the calendar of Reian consists of only eight months total, as eight is the kingdom's holy number.

These are the birth dates of several important characters:

The MC -- 450 AEP

Aariz -- 452 AEP

Dalia -- 448 AEP

Adys -- 451 AEP

Ralys -- 453 AEP

Zara -- 452 AEP

Idar -- 442 AEP

Tamys -- 438 AEP

Blood Summer

One of the most notorius events in Reian's history occured one hundred and twenty-seven years ago, in 346 AEP. Reian has been suffering through a terrible famine. It was customary for the King's Order to merely snatch up children and take them to the Sanctuary, where they were to be raised as future mages. The success rate for the trials, especially for those with no heritage of mages before them, was (and remains)... low.

One night, after a particularly ruthless round-up of their youth, the people, starving and furious, took to the streets. They marched upon the Sanctuary like a mob, and the king at the time, Remys VI, was unable, and unwilling, to stop them. All across the region, peasants amassed to save their children. They climbed up the plateau of the Sanctuary, screaming bloody vengeance. Sure the gods were smiling upon them, they continue to advance, not heeding the Order's warnings.

And the mages slaughtered them.

They might have had the strength in numbers, but the King's Order had magic. It was a massacre of the likes of which Reian had never seen before and has never seen since. It is said that thousands upon thousands of corpses lined the plateau and the ground beneath, and that the air smelled of rotting flesh for days and even weeks after.

The entire encounter less than a week, but it became known Blood Summer for the sheer death toll, as well as the fallout. In a swift movement, the King's Order broke the backs of the peasantry and solidified their hatred. But no matter how much they are despised, no one has dared to raise a hand to them since.

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jordanianprincesses · 8 months

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Seems like Rajwa is reading your posts because she wore Zara today 🤭🫨

Hahah yeahhh indeeeed ! 😂 Hey Rajwa if you're reading this ; here is my wish for next time ! PLEASE: I want a pic of : "You + Salma and Iman" for their birthday wishes Not Hussein!! Just the three of you ! 🙏 So that I can use it as a header image. Thanks xD

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zarastuff · 1 year

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rinadragomir · 1 year

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rina HI what does the writing on your header mean ;-;

Hi Zara! Sth like: "There's nothing to hold on to, but pls hold on"

#asks✨

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stellatekintsugi · 1 year

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Zara Larsson

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breath-of-eternity · 1 year

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LAST: Chapter 25

The land had been getting steadily greener, but outside of the occasional puddle that hadn’t evaporated, water only appeared during the morning rains. Amaia held up her water skins to catch as much as she could, but they were always empty by midday and she found herself chewing on grass to draw whatever moisture she could.

At the next rise, water glinted through the brush and she rubbed her eyes to make sure it was real, and when she looked again, she thought she’d lost it. Then the white sparks blinded her and she couldn’t help it, she broke out into a run. Fresh water, fish, lots of reeds and tubers she’d be able to roast over a fire. The bushes parted, and she dropped her bag, preparing to jump in. Maybe she should check to see how rocky the ground was, but to be able to wash off the cloud of stink sticking to her…

As the water sparkled tantalizingly close, her foot came down on something slimy that splattered under her weight. She skidded and flailed her arms to keep from taking a header on the rocky shore.

The hell…

She lifted her foot and found it covered in gray flesh and scales and… was that an eye? The back half of a fish lay on the dirt, gross enough on its own, but beyond it, drying on a flat stone, was another fish.

Amaia shaded her eyes and scanned the lake. Calm, a muddy green. No sign of people anywhere who would catch fish and for some reason leave them on the shore to be stolen by animals. She examined the intact fish and found no sign of a hook, but maybe it fell out of a net. Then another flash of white drew her attention, bobbing in the lake. Another fish floating belly up. It caught in some of the reeds and remained there, unmoving.

Inhaling brought a metallic odor, strong and biting. She scooped up a handful of water and sipped it, immediately gagging and wiping her hand on the leaves of a bush. The taste lingered on her tongue and made her stomach threaten to heave up its meager contents.

“This has to be poison,” she said, and then she spat. She fetched her bag and took out her water skin to coax the last drops out, but the taste of the lake still assaulted her mouth.

The first lake she came to in weeks, and drinking from it would kill her. There were stories about such things happening in the past, but Amaia assumed if it really had happened, it was so long ago that it didn’t matter.

“Even touching the rivers would make you sick,” Retta said, and Amaia frowned over the words while she walked along the shore, a safe distance from the foul water.

“Is it like the time we found that dead badger rotting in the stream?” someone asked, their identity lost in the mists of memory.

“A bit like that,” Retta said. “But on a much bigger scale. Places were poisoned for many generations, according to my grandmother’s grandmother. Supposedly there’s a land far across the ocean so poisoned the people who lived there had to flee, never to return.”

“It was from the war, wasn’t it?” Amaia had said, long used to how these stories went.

“Some of the stories say so,” Retta said. “I did hear a story when I was your age where the poison waters came first, and the people who left them were fighting with those of the lands they went to. As to what caused the poison waters, what I heard was that it had to do with the flyers the Absconders fled in.”

“It was after they left?” Zara exclaimed.

“Maybe, maybe not. If it was their flyers, something about the technology used to make them poisoned the water, and it left the people here in much worse shape when the war started. Just another reason the Ancestors lost.”

“There have been a lot of flyers lately,” Amaia murmured now, kneeling in front of a patch of reeds with thick brown heads. She pinched it, then sniffed her fingers and grimaced. If it smelled that bad, she didn’t want to try eating one.

The Absconders couldn’t be coming back to build more flyers, so that part of the story was wrong at least. She picked up a handful of grass and sniffed, no nose-piercing odors, so it hadn’t reached this far.

She squeezed between a crowd of boulders and stepped in mud, the smell slapping her in the face. Water rushed nearby, and she tiptoed through the mud as though it would keep it from sticking to her. More rocks, and she climbed up on the biggest and in between the trees was a river—water flow from the lake, and just as contaminated.

She turned back the way she came, curving around the lake until she found the river that brought water into it. She sucked in a breath when she saw it, almost half as wide as the lake, sleepy on the surface but with ripples to indicate turmoil underneath. Though as foul as it smelled, she wouldn’t want to try crossing it even if it was shallow enough to see the bottom.

For the rest of the day, she followed the river upstream, heading east until the sky was a dusky purple. She laid down a ways from the river, not so far she couldn’t hear its hiss, but enough that the smell wasn’t overpowering. Things for fine for a while, but every now and then the odor seemed to drift over her in a cloud. She woke up the next day with a headache ringing her skull, not helped by the early morning downpour.

As usual, her water skins went dry quickly. She hoped to run into a stream or a creek that fed the river but remained free of the toxin, but the ground remained as dry as her tongue. Luck showed its face, if only for a moment, when she ran into a tree full of small, hard fruits, most brown and nibbled. She choked down whatever she could.

Late in the afternoon, she ventured around a run of pricker bushes along the river and an animal darted in front of her, a flash of black and white, a wild dog of some sort. It soon became apparent what it had been doing when the river scent was overpowered by the smell of fresh shit, somehow refreshing after days beside the rancid toxin.

The animal favored speed over stealth and left pawprints and broken branches in its wake. She followed it over yellowed grass and flat layers of rocks pressed together, and soon reached a creek of brownish water that, at least, tasted of dirt instead of something that was going to kill her. She spent the night beside it, and the next day followed it until it petered into clay.

Amaia sniffed the air. The river wasn’t far, probably on the other side of the hills in front of her, dusty things that covered her in a layer of soil. At the top, she could see past the river and to the thick bushes on the other side. Farther beyond were trees and hills of a greener nature, which would probably have much better pickings than the withered bushes around her. The only problem was getting over the river.

Just the thought of swimming across made her stomach do flipflops. It would get all over her skin, and as much as she’d try to avoid it, it would get in her mouth too, and linger on her forever. It would seep in, infect her, stick to her tongue so everything she ate was that foul poison, until she stopped eating all together.

She skidded down the hill and continued alongside the river, checking it when the bushes cleared enough to make sure the water still wasn’t drinkable even if the scent lingered. But no, she bent down close to it and gagged.

What happened here?

She wasn’t sure why she bothered to ask the question. There would never be an answer. Maybe it was only something to pass the time, to chew on, like when she picked up a piece of tawny grass and chewed on the end. No sustenance, just something to keep her occupied.

More fish washed up on the rocks, so much food she couldn’t eat. The river itself seemed to be darker than it had been, frothy in places like rapids, except sticking to the surface instead of disappearing with the waves. Amaia frowned and found a stick, thin with a crinkle of leaves at the end, and dipped it in the water until it reached some of the white foam. It came off in a skin, and when she pulled it closer to examine, her body jolted and she threw the stick into the water and backed away from the river’s edge. The pale, white skin… the smell…

The ground grew steep, and Amaia was back to climbing. The rocks were the same rusty color of the hills, tufts of grass winding out of the cracks. The smell was making her eyes water and she breathed through her mouth, only for the air to assault her tongue. When she looked up, the sky was covered in clouds like bruises.

“A fire,” came a husky whisper she almost didn’t recognize as her own. “No wonder it’s getting worse. I shouldn’t be going near that.”

“Then turn around,” Father said. “You might find a place to cross.”

Amaia swallowed, tasting blood. “Or the river will force me to go back north when the nights are already cold. This way is at least trending south.”

“Be careful,” Father said.

“Always.” Then she laughed. Okay, maybe that was a lie, but at least she was staying true to herself.

She reached a downward slope and picked up some grass for a meal, thankfully free of the river’s contamination. Her only water was what came down from the sky, this morning’s a furious shower that left her drenched and shivering. Even so, she tilted her head up and let it fill her mouth.

The shower passed, and the rest of the day was full of black clouds like the sky had been injured. She filled her water skins from the rain pools left behind and continued climbing up. One of the humps in the distance was covered with scorch marks and she sniffed for signs of fire. No ash, just the sick smell of the river.

It was… odd. The scorch marks were nearly perfect circles, ranging from the size of her fist to as big as her head. Her hand went out, hesitated, then patted the blackened grass, and it had been long cooled and faintly damp from the last shower.

She circled the hill in search of anything that might make a meal, from grass to grubs, but the farther she went, the more soil was replaced with stone. Then as she passed around the front, she spotted a cleft in the rocks, big enough for her to walk in upright. If it didn’t mean dehydrating herself, she would have wept.

It was a good place to hide for the night—perhaps even more than one, so she could poke around the bushes looking for food and fresh water. She put a hand on the wall as she walked into the darkness, and the rock was jagged and uneven, worn a bit but still rougher than she’d expect. Her fingers walked across the surface and tapped a deep gouge.

Empty space loomed before her. She reached out with her other hand and the other side of the depression was right there. Where was the hollow rasp of air coming from?

Her foot came down on nothing and Amaia wobbled. She sucked in a scream and threw herself back, but her other leg buckled and she landed on her side, a sharp stone edge jabbing into her waist, scraping her hip as she slid down. She scrambled for something to hold onto, fingernails bending back. She lost her grip. She was falling.

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thisloev · 1 year

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love the header btw 😏

zara link toh click karke dekho 😏

#anya 🍒#mes

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handgf · 2 years

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Tag this as spoilers if u want?

The last ask was about Sita ramam (i found Hindi mai on a pirated site sjdhdjdj) if not clear why i specifically am losing shit in ur asks cos YOU made me watch it (i hate and love u for that) and only YOU will understand my condition..... My keyboard was literally blur cos of all the tears but i had to scream somewhere rn so idk what the hell i was typing

Just took a breathing break and came back here to say WHAT THE HELLLLLL WAS THATTTTTTTT I'm lacking coherent thoughts and also am sleepy so idk what I'm saying but really that was the most painfully beautiful thing I've seen in a while istg ive not actually watched a Indian film in a while that has shook me to core i think? So yeah glad this movie brought back to what was missing like the era, the music, their chemistry, the subtle intimacy, THE LETTERS⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ and most importantly the symbolism especially in this scene WITH HANDS SKDHDKSHDKFKDK

Strangers...of diff castes....holding hands....fire around.....like ram is saving seeta in burning ravans lanka??????? (Atleast that came to my mind)

But really how selfless Ram's shown has no limits in terms of his love for Sita,his country,people of rival country SO LIKE HE DESERVED SITAS LOVE IN HIS LIFE WHY HE HAD TO EXPERIENCE IT FOR A SHORT WHILE :((((((( I get it now why you are this obsessed I'd have never watched it if it wasn't for u cos i hardly watch any Bollywood films these days so THANKYOU ILY also this movie kind of reminds me of Ghajini and Veer Zara both and those are one of my top fav of all time and this is definitely going in that list so!!!!!! this got long i might sound insane I'm sorry i gtg sleep we'll talk tomorrow byeeeee

SHREYAAAAAA IM SCREAMING LITERALLY IN TEARS 😭😭😭😭 i love u sooo much the way u watched the movie bc of me.. i sob <3 but also I TOTALLY AGREE WITH EVERYTHING YOU SAID!!!!like lately most of the movies i watched lacked that it factor that leaves u miserable for days once u exit the theaters and like dude i watched this movie before rakhi so like its been a while since ive seen this and like with every rewatch i get more more attached with this movie, the storyline, the characters and the oh so beautiful and heavenly soundtrack like god there hasn't been a single day where i haven't had thoughts abt this movie sfhdjd its literally been more than a month I NEED HELP 😭😭 but gosh the letters. the hands EVERYTHING UGH BRO THE HANDS THE HANDS literally this scene ..... they literally did this for us <3 so that we can forever cry about this sbfjdbd n the one that i have as my header makes me feel so many emotions like i can't even weave them into proper sentences but gosh this movie wasn't just a regular movie it was an EXPERIENCE an emotion if u will and like im so glad we got to experience it !!!!! ALSO YES RAM MY MAN DESERVED BETTER I WILL RIOT FOR REAL‼️‼️ this man ...... i swear i haven't seen a more selfless and dedicated human than him like even during his last moments he didnt once look back and regret not giving in to the offer to betray his country just so he could go back to her but they literally deserved more time together they deserved a happy ending WE DESERVED ONE im so mad about it like why FUCJING why did u have to hang him they couldve literally just let him rot inside the jail and like released him at the end or something like i know i know how the ending makes their story significant and all but I DONT CARE!!!!!! no happy ending??? in this economy??? you've got be kidding me . also i know i said that i rewatched it multiple times but i have only seen the ending twice bc i physically can't handle watching the fate tore them apart with absolutely no mercy like sita is so strong man like i couldn't have just lived my life like that knowing my other half is probably dead or even worst rotting away in a jail ............ gosh . ANYWAYS ANYWAYS im so happy that i can finally talk to u about this like im on cloud 9 heheheh ily ily and no no u don't sound insane to me at least lmao 😭😭

#asks #u have no clue how much joy ur reaction brought me im literally in tears #ALSO DID U LISTEN TO THE SONGS!!!!!!!#idk how they sound in hindi but the telugu one's are absolutely alluring and just oof.#i can talk about this movie forever and forever i love it so much #i actually watched twice today sbfjdbfjdjd #sita ramam spoilers #just in case lol

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