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OKAY SO!
Diares Rewrite - Divine Relics And Their Warriors
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I (added one) AND REDESIGNED THE DIVINE RELICS!!!
This was mainly done for one because I don’t really like the many of the original designs tbh- AND TWO! I wanted to put effort into the symbolism behind the shapes and gems, because symbolism makes me happy, and I like over analyzing things 😌
This one is going to be a long one, so I’m gonna go ahead and put a cut here, lol
FIRST OFF!
Irene (Aphmau)- Purple Diamond
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Irene’s relic is based off of the purple diamond! One of the most rare gemstones and a sign for nobility. Irene, being the head of the warriors, slides into this role, as well as the theming of pride and spirituality, for, obvious reasons.
This one didn’t really get a redesign since it’s so iconic
Enki (Travis) - Lapis
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Besides wisdom being a key tenant of Enki’s divinity, I thought this worked a lot with Travis and the storyline I’m planning to put him through.
From someone who flirts to hide their their own feelings and thoughts, to someone who is more open and an advisor of sorts. I view Travis as someone who is genuinely very smart and always listening and adapting his actions and words to what people want. The conclusion to his story would be to put a focus on him learning to do what he wants, and to being more genuine and open. To learn that his not just what he can do for others, he’s not just his fathers jailer. That these things are great and all, but that him just being himself is all that really matters
I kept this pretty much the same as the old design again since it looks cool and also I think having the two little gems bracketed leans into the “keeper” title. Especially with the people of their line being all about keeping the demon warlock/evil forces sealed away.
Shad (Aaron) - Ruby
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Lets be soooo for real, the story tells itself. From the past hurts, to martyrdom, all the way to being protective of family and having a distorted veiw of one’s self. Shad and Aaron both fit all of these to a T
Annnndddd for the shape I took inspiration from this Slavic symbol!
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Like…. Fire…… war……… going through shit….….. also the whole “child” thing!? What started his whole downfall was his daughter being turned into a relic. This relic. To be exact.
I get to be a little devious. As a treat >:3c
Esmund (Garroth) - Pink Garnet
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Ok so, the name obviously matches but omg I swear I didn’t realize until much later XDDD
Funny coincidences aside, I thought the themes of loyalty, devotion, consistency, etc. really match him and the stability that he brings to those around him. Not to mention the whole “used to ward off evil“ blah blah blah. AS WELL AS the part where it says that it’s believed through being cut and polished (put through hard times) are when a garnets ability truly shines through. Showing how before he was nothing but a cog in his father’s wheel until he went through adversity and re made himself!
I wanted this to have the general shape shield as well as include the reoccurring shape I put in Garroth’s redesign!
AND I CANT PUT MORE THEN 10 PICTURES PER POST SO ILL REBLOG WITH THE REST RIGHT HERE
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linterteatime · 1 year
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I'm so sorry
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arealtrashact · 1 year
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What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas...
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pocochiiiiii · 1 year
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Lots of colored bugs part 5
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nottoofondofgaypeople · 3 months
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The urge to make an entire post about relics and how I want to handle them... the knowledge that I will never be able to organize such a post...
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tumbylyr · 2 years
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Why does mcd have divine gods where we know almost nothing about
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mcd-brainrot-hours · 2 years
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*slowly opens up jacket* hey kid, you interested in some relic holder headcannons?
irene = aphmau
esmund = garroth
enki = travis
menphia = katelyn (she deserves it)
kul’zak = vylad (or laurence)
for funsies: shad = laurence
i might make an in depth post on what each relic is capable of and how they all became the holders of those relics but for now, take this
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nickysfacts · 9 months
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Many songs and art are only as good because of the relics that had inspired it!🎵
🎶🩰🎨
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balshumetsbaragouin · 4 months
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Lore Post: God of Knowledge and Wisdom
I did promise we'd get more information about him soon, and here it is. I figured since we're talking about curses, and just read the notes of one of his servants, he should get a bit of a spotlight. So, here comes the overview for the God of Wisdom!
Generally considered the God of Wisdom and Knowledge, Eulas is also known as Kunnzkapp among the Yetis of the Malproksime Frostiĝinta where he rules Magic and mageworkers in addition to his typical domain. Consequently, a common epithet of his is The Archmagis in areas that deal diplomatically or are under the rule of Malproksime Frostiĝinta.
The most commonly worshiped deity of scientists and historians alike, his specific purview creates a unique situation in the Zone. Although few dedicate themselves exclusively to the collection of and maintenance of knowledge, because the act of knowing and learning itself are under his command, he’s one of the more powerful deities in the dimension. Additionally, all professions that require specific knowledge or long years of study see many individuals that venerate or pray to this Divine daily. This means doctors and lawyers, but also many tradespeople and craftspeople in specialized arts like metalworking, glassblowing, and engineering.
His Temples see more curtailed worship than would be expected for so powerful a deity, however, scholars and his servants are fervent in their worship, and even regular simple prayers to remember where you’ve misplaced an object grow his influence. As a result, his Relics and Divine Works are abundant throughout the Local Zone, and take the form of everything from books of rare knowledge to instruments and implements that aid in completing tasks.
Among the most important of his Servants duties is the collection and sequestering of dangerous knowledge. This often, though not exclusively, takes the form of collecting Relics that can manipulate aspects of reality. His most powerful Incarnations have the ability to erase the knowledge of something from existence. This form of sequestration is only done in the most extreme circumstances, as the God loves the proliferation of knowledge as much as the collecting of it, and most of his Incarnations are obsessed with teaching as much as learning. Prominent Servants and Incarnations are themselves Aspects of human concepts as well as pieces of the Divine, so his influence is wide-spread and numerous.
Outside of the various monk/priest castes in every major area of the Local Zone, the greatest collection of his worshipers is at the Universitato de Sorĉado found in Malproksime Frostiĝinta. Indeed, the highest proportion of worshipers is found in that territory in general, as the Yetis dedicate themselves to the pursuit of knowledge and scientific advancement.
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mr-faxmachine · 1 year
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FANFIC CONTAINS RELICS OF THE OLD FAITH SPOILERS DOWN BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ...Spoilers also in tags, be careful.
This also sets place in the Divine Hubris AU, way after the main game story is finished. so things may differ from canon.
A mother's tears: Page 1/4
Fanfic suggestion by @skeletondanc3r
Ever since his declaration as the new god of death, the lamb has endlessly bartered with the ancient entity. It has been many a year since the days he would crusade against the bishops; Fighting them to no end, he grew tiresome. He felt as if this was going nowhere, nothing new has happened since he rescued the four bishops. Heket walked up to the Lamb with a curious gaze, sitting down with him as he stared out into the distance.
"………You… look tired…" She tried her best to speak, but with a missing throat, it is rather complex. She put her hand up to her own throat, feeling a bit of pain every time she spoke. "Oh, it's nothing… nothing, really…" He was rather quiet, somber in his moment of silence. "Just that, it's-" Heket would put her finger on the Lamb's mouth, trying to shush him.
"….Shamura…….. ….. felt….. worse….." Heket would cough up some blood, refusing to speak any longer as she went back to the cult; leaving through a portal as The Lamb gathered his thoughts. "They felt worse…? What did she… nevermind, I'll just head back." He went to go through the portal, but…
"…I sense god tears, young god." The mysterious entity spoke. Curiously, the lamb went to their doorstep. "Oh, right… What will I get this time, I wonder? Another missionary necklace? An immortality necklace?" The small Lamb would give a god tear to the entity, as he closed his eyes. "…This will do, young god. Use it well." When the Lamb opened his eyes, he saw something unusual; A moon necklace?
"But… I can get this from any crusade, what does this-" He was interrupted by the entity, who spoke out unto him. "We sense you are growing dull, so we give you this charm. It is not the same as the night necklace." Perplexed, he would walk back to the portal with a bit of hesitation. Where he was greeted by a worried Kallamar. "O-oh thank the gods! You're back safe! How was the crusade, are you hurt?! Do you-"
"Save your breath for a moment, I need time to think!" The Lamb would rush inside the private quarters of his Temple, studying the peculiar charm closely. "What… is this? I've never seen a charm like this before!" Unlike the gold necklace that gives immortality, this necklace is unusual. It bares the moon, yet it seems to not have an insomnia spell attached to it… It looks too different.
After a few hours, The Lamb would come back out still puzzled. Scratching his head as he went on to do his daily duties, meeting up with Shamura who wanted to speak with him. "…What do you think this is, Shamura?" He would put it in Shamura's clutches, they look carefully at it… as if they're remembering something.
"…Well well now… this is rather unusual, I feel… familiarity… " Shamura was confused, taking a closer look at the necklace… then it hit them. "Necklaces made from sun and moon's tears, trapped souls in the depths of limbo, shed their turmoil and let them free… Sacrifice is key." Shamura suggested, which made The Lamb shiver.
"Sacrifice? Haven't I done enough of that…?" He got on his knees, about to weep from the words Shamura said. "You know what happened to Prince Cuddles, you know what happened to Allocer, AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO- To…" The lamb nearly broke down, shaking from anger and sadness at the same time, he put his hands on his eyes, Shamura started to feel the pain…
"Now now… it is not the time to mourn, my grace… Let us converse at a later date…" Shamura wiped the tears from their eyes, sniffling a bit. "You do not want to give me a migraine." Shamura then left to the temple, leaving The Lamb to his duties. He went back out to see the spider merchant Helob.
"Aaah, my number one customer! How can I help you today, yes?" He licked his lips, patting the webbed up follower. "This one doesn't look that tasty… how about I give it to you for free?" The lamb nodded, taking the follower with him. "Listen, I do not want to get attached. Here's a necklace and get in the temple." The follower shivered, walking to the center as most of the lamb's followers looked away, shivering.
Then, a giant tendril shot from the ground, grabbing the needless follower as they screamed, the lamb looking down at themselves as his fist clenched, bringing down the follower into the other dimension. All grew silent as the portal stayed open, unable to close. "W-what? What's going on? Why won't it close?" The lamb tried his best to close it, but it won't budge. He went down to check it out as the followers felt curious as well.
"…YOU WILL CONTAIN ME NO LONGER, BEAST!" A warcry yelled out, a black and white tendril erupted from the portal, with a hooded being stabbing at it with a familiar moon scepter; Slicing it in two, the mysterious figure then landed upon the floor, all of the followers shocked as the figure unhooded itself… "Back! Stay back! I will slice your belly open! I will cut that crown from your HEAD!"
"Hold on… You!?" The Lamb was shocked as he saw the little cat, Aym… his expression went from anger to tiresome after seeing Narinder. "What foul place is this? Moments ago I was… I was…" Aym then fell on his knees, his weapon falling to the ground with a few clangs… Proceeding to fall face first onto the floor as the portal closes, becoming unconscious.
A few hours later, Aym groaned as he woke up in a bed with a bandage covering his upper head. "Where… where am I…? Who… how…?" He then looked to his side, seeing some food left out as he's nestled in blankets. Narinder was standing by the door, crossing his arms with an agitated expression. "Oh, good… you're awake." He frowned, looking in the other direction. "M-master…? Did… did we fail you…?"
Aym looked sad, trying to reach for the tray. He proceeded to cough a little while he began to look at the note left for him. "I remember you. A small, adorable kit… Eat well, you need this. -S" The note read, as Narinder began to comment on the cat's constant coughing. "So I see the blasted lamb couldn't heal your breathing problem." He then walked toward Aym in his bed, sitting down in the chair.
"…Yes, Ahem… He called it "Asthma". Both me and my brother-… Where's Baal?" Aym asked, looking at Narinder's staring eyes. "And uh… your tail is showing." With this remark, Narinder was startled and blushed in embarrassment. "SHUT UP, AYM." Narinder growled as he grabbed his own tail, with a little meep coming from Aym. "O-of course, Master!" Then the lamb came in with a white-robed individual… looking familiar, Aym stared at him.
"….Hey." The Lamb smiled, relieved that Aym is doing okay. He sets Baal down on the bed, wringing some water on the cat's head. "…Brother…." Aym spoke, eating more soup as he felt more relief, seeing him next to him. "Is he… okay, Master?" Aym rubbed his head, still having a headache from the sudden drop. "….Narinder, we need to talk outside."
The two left as Aym continued to enjoy his soup, staring at his sleeping brother with a bit of worry; trying to pet him in his sleep as he considers his place in the world.
--TO BE CONTINUED--
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snarky-art · 2 years
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Golden Child
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Hmmmmmm I just spent wayyyy to longer rendering relicsssss
The moment I get back enough spoons to write about it, y’all are in for it. I have so much rewrite lore that I am about to drop.
Oh I’ve also made a lot of headway with Laurance! Honestly I think he’s my favorite design so far, but we’ll see 😏😏😏
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baeshijima · 5 months
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happy new year & welcome home beloved 🥹🫶
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crystal-verse · 1 month
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after several months i've finally gotten terpander lux. . . this was my first relic weapon and i am so very very happy to finally have it
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pocochiiiiii · 1 year
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Lots of bugs Part 5
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jadedbutler · 3 months
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historical fantasy au wip -
The Divine Heir leaps out of the chariot as it clambers along the paved mountain path, much to the chagrin of his attendants.
He lands barefooted on the stone, light as smoke, and then he leaps again, down the fragmented cliffside. His pale robes flutter behind him like wings as he falls through the air. The cloth draped over his white hair like a veil, shrouding his eyes, drifts up as well. For just a breath of a second, the veil lifts, revealing a flash of such vibrant, otherworldly azure that it would surely leave any caught in his gaze stricken and reverent. 
As if reality itself bends to his will, he somehow lands soundlessly on the very same path, only 100 meters below, closer to the base of the mountainside. The cloth drops over his eyes once more, hiding them from the unworthy.
He strikes a pose, raising one arm to the heavens and the other before him in a mock Western half-bow. The sleeves of his robes are long, and drape over his arms in layers of fine silk, so white it’s practically translucent. 
“Hear me, beautiful people,” he declares, one to talk. “Pure as snow, blessed by the gods themselves, the Gojo clan heir bestows you with his divine presence!” 
Having watched him fly through the air, Geto hardly bats an eye at the Divine Heir’s – that is, Gojo Satoru’s – sudden arrival. “Giving your procession the runaround again,” he remarks dryly and, as if by invocation, the beleaguered cries of “GOJO-SAMA!!!!!” echo in the distance above. Satoru flashes him a grin, cheeky. 
Next to Geto, perched atop a stray boulder that had tumbled near the path, Shoko is similarly unimpressed. She takes a long drag out of her kiseru and blows it in Satoru’s general direction by way of greeting. 
“Want some dango?” she asks in her sleepy sing-song voice. 
“You dragged snacks all the way up here?”
She holds out an empty palm. “No, just askin’. I don’t have any money.”
Satoru drops his arms. “Ehhhhh ? I don’t carry coins in ritual clothes, though?”
Without missing a beat, Shoko and Satoru turn expectant stares towards Geto (Satoru’s is apparent even with the cloth covering half his face). 
Geto flicks his eyes up in a half roll, but a grin still creeps onto his face. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go before his Divine Holiness’s core guard figure out how to scale a hundred meter drop.”
He and Shoko had been following the procession from a humble distance for a reason. Naturally, the likes of Gojo Satoru, first Divine Heir born in centuries, can easily defend himself. But it still eases the Elders’ worries to assign guards to someone so fate-shattering. 
Of course, their worries only grow since their precious Divine Heir has a tendency of playing renegade and heeding the call of his own whims.
Satoru hadn’t always been this reckless, Geto has been told. As a child, he had been more cold and withdrawn. It’s hard to imagine, watching him mess around, dirtying the pristine robes meant for a highly prestigious ritual he’s currently skipping out on. 
Geto is more than happy to take him away from this anyways. He calls upon his rainbow dragonslkfjd;lfkjljs;dfkggdrf,mg
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