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MTG RED CONTROL DECK – INFERNAL HEDONISTS – Artist: Boris Vallejo !!!

Říjen 6, 2013

Artist: Boris Vallejo !!!

Beseech the Incubi Blazing Orgies Crossbreed Temptress Devoted Hedonist Hedonistic Ritual Hellborn Nymphs Infernal Tutor Mada the Archpriest Mountain Newborn Incubus Pleasure Cultist Temporary Perfection

 

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MTG RED CONTROL DECK – INFERNAL HEDONISTS

Říjen 5, 2013

Arcane Incubus Burning Harmony Devoted Hedonist Dragon Maiden Dreams about Incubi Furious Widow Giver of Pleasures Hedonist Avenger Hedonistic Cultist Chamber of Orgies Infernal Glamour Infernal Harp Infernal Orgy Infernal Seduction Infernal Siren Infernal Tutor Infernal Womb Interplanar Pilgrim Kiss for the Misguided Mada the Archpriest Master of Pleasures Mountain Passionate Justice Pilgrims Search Point at the Liar Protection from Pain Release the Urges Rest with Satyrs Singing Succubus Tyrants Punishment Utopic Inferno Venussa God of Love Whispering Incubi Wings of Passion Wrath of the Goddess

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Slaanesh, the Dark Father

Říjen 20, 2012
Slaanesh, the Dark Father of Undergods

Slaanesh, the Dark Father of Undergods

The druchii of Cynath Arhain see Slaanesh as the consort of Ereth Khial and father of all other cytharai. For them He is a god of pleasure and the most mighty of all elven gods including Asuryan himself. Andurial is seen as the avatar of Slaanesh and thus his position as the Witch Lord of the Viper Realm is unquestionable.

Caras believe that Four Gods of Chaos are simply the four strongest gods in existence and that Slaanesh is of elven origin, while the other three were born from primitive minds of lesser races. Born from seduction of Asuryan by Morai Heg, Slaanesh is also called the Dark Prince and is destined to overthrow His despotic bigoted father and thus set all Elves free from his prudish oppression, but He cannot do so until He first defeats the other three chaos gods.

No druchii of Cynath Arhain can worship any undergod without praising the Dark Father at the same time, for any specific excess dedicated to other cytharai feeds Slaanesh as well. Thus all caras are actually Slaaneshi worshippers, even as almost all of them give themselves primarily to one of lesser cytharai.

While relationships between the Dark Prince and His mother, wife and children are very complex and sometimes almost hostile, there is a strong bond among the cytharai born from their mutual hatred for cadai and three chaos gods. Off all His children the Dark Father favors most his daughter Atharti, the goddess of love, just as he openly despises his demented son Khaine, the god of murder.

Thus it is no surprise that the Temple of Atharti is the most powerful cult among the druchii of Cynath Arhain and that the worship of Khaine is one of the few offences punishable by death. It is also the main reason of eternal hatred between Andurial and Hag Queen Hellebron, who seeks to destroy the all caras for many centuries now.

These druchii also believe that all daemonettes were once elven mortals and that all forest spirits used to be slaaneshi daemons. While such ideas look absurd to many outsiders, caras seem to be sure in their beliefs. It is also noteworthy that most sorcerous aspects of this druchii society are seen as doings of other cytharai like the presence of daemons serving Atharti. In battle these druchii call upon various cytharai, but it is ultimately Slaanesh who is most praised on battlefield. This is because most caras warriors engage in battles willingly mainly in order to feel pleasures, which can only be experienced in war, outside of their wickedly peaceful realm.

It might seem that society composed of such extreme hedonists would dislike battle, yet opposite is the truth. Caras are among the most warlike Elves, cause despite their hatred for Khaine they too are cursed by the drawing of the Widowmaker and thus great bloodlust sings in their veins. Strange and peculiar Witch Lord Andurial strictly forbids any acts of violence among his people, and thus most of these druchii beg to join his armies in order to experience pleasure from causing pain.

To many outsiders Slaanesh thus might seem more like a god of pain and war, for His name is mainly restricted to battlefield just as we Asur also call upon Khaine only in times of war. To me He appears as a god of vengeance here in Cynath Arhain, for all his praising during battle is seen as avenging all hedonists from both past and future, whose desires were not fulfilled because of blind misguided enemies.

As it was foretold by the Queen Mother Morathi, the whole Viper Realm now exists only because of favor of Slaanesh. It is only through His blessing that the Witch Lord and Princess Adigha reign supreme in their realm, should He release the caras from the Velvet Pact, they shall be united no more, the authority of their rulers would no longer be unquestioned and the rebellions will be sure to come. Worse yet, all Viper Coasts and the whole Viper Underworld are infested with hordes of His Daemons just as Viper Woods are filled with herds of Slaangors. Without the Velvet Pact these masses shall fall upon their former elven masters in a heartbeat.

When I first saw how openly Slaanesh is praised in Cynath Arhain, I instantly wondered how these druchii…these caras… can be so blind to their inevitable doom from the hands of their unholy deity. Not only do they consort with daemons and slaangors in insane manner, wear pink and blue velvet dedicated to him all the time and make themselves more and more dependent on His will with every passing century, they also refuse to see their God as anything else than utterly loving and benevolent deity.

When I mentioned my shock to Adigha, she simply laughed and reminded me that caras have lived without experiencing His punishment or betrayal for so long, that such worries would be unfounded. Obviously Adigha and Andurial think…or at least hope…that blind faith of caras shall be enough to reshape nature of this otherwise selfish uncaring god. Yet I suspect she and her father have doubts about favor of their patron. I am also certain that there is one great secret that Adigha is keeping both from me and her people, yet what could that be even I don’t dare to guess…

Teclis, the First Loremaster of Hoeth   ,

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Viviana, the Moon Queen of the Elvhenan, the Hero of Ferelden, the Warden Commander

Červen 28, 2012

In the Age of the Dragons there was a Grey Warden called Fiona. This beautiful elven maiden together with warden Duncan and King Maric faced the infamous Architect, whom she recognized as one of the ancient tevinter magisters of old. The raven haired girl in her desperation secretly became a blood mage, a maleficar. After giving away her son Alistair to his father Maric, she realized that by using blood magic she helped the Forgotten Gods of the Void to influence Thedas once more.

But in her dreams she saw all the Creators including the Maker and they told her not to despair, for even blood magic could serve the Good in the end. Thus she contacted her admired friend, First Enchanter Orsino, and lied with him under the gaze of stars in ancient temple filled with lyrium. A baby girl was born as it was foretold by the Creators and Fiona named her child Viviana.

Though little Viviana resembled her parents, she was the most beautiful Elf in Thedas. Not only were her features a work of art, her eyes were blue like sea and her hair as white as snow. Blue tattoos marked her face even before she was born just as her lips, cheeks and eyelids were naturally teal. She was a somniari, a Dreamer, a seer and and wise she was as well.

Human templars took the girl away, though she lived for few years with her mother both in Lothering and later in Denerim Alianege. Fiona was not warned that she would lose her second child as well and in anger she turned to blood magic again and as the Grand Enchanter who much later led the mages into rebellion.

Viviana thanks to her scrying powers predicted her coming to the Circle Tower of Mages in Calenhad. Soon she became the most talented student in the history of the Circle, and Senior Enchanters Wynne and Uldred soon noticed the child progeny. She became a favorite pupil of the First Enchanter Irwing himself and secret love of templar Cullen.

Just after she broke the record of quickest Harrowing in history, she and her maleficar friend Jowan got in trouble with the templars, which she predicted as well. Through foreseen path she escaped the Tower with the Grey Warden Duncan, who made her one of them. Little did he know that just like her mother she would never be corrupted by the Blight and that it would only enhance her powers and immortality.

In Ostagard she met her secret half-brother Alistair, who immediately fell in love with her. They two alone survived the following battle thanks to Flemeth, the Shapeshifter, the Witch of the Wilds. Flemeth thought she was the puppeteer, but Viviana was even greater seer than her and so she predicted every step of both the Archdemon and the Flemeth.

Viviana was the most powerful somniari since Andraste herself. The Creators themselves guided her and this time she already was an awesome spirit healer and commanded powers of ice, earth and thunder. From the witch Morrigan she learned the art of Shapeshifting, one of the many ways lost to the Elvhen. Though Viviana became the only friend of Morrigan, the witch still found herself scared when she watched how powerful Viviana was.

So infamous was she that the whole Ferelden already called her THE WARDEN. Even the quinari Sten bowed before her might and wisdom just as did the famous Leliana of Orlais. Both Leliana and Alistair desperately fell in love with her. It was not only her beauty, which invoked such a desire among most mortals. Viviana had the most beautiful voice in the world and with she could persuade even dragon into calming down. Her enchanted voice could only be outmatched by blood magic, which had negative side effects of its own.

Alistair and Viviana lost their virginity together, although Viviana already knew about their bond of blood. Even later when she told the truth to Alistair in false tears, he would not stop loving her. He was her slave for eternity, whether he realized it not.

She led her companions to her former home and prison, the Tower of Mages, where she recruited her mentor Wynne and slaughtered the blood mages, demons and abominations including Uldred. Even Irwing himself was saved by her. From now on she would be worshipped as goddess by these mages for the following decades.

Wynne became her another unknowing pawn just as the golem Shale and the dwarf Oghren. Eventually she was ambushed by her foreseen mate, Zevran. The assassin just like all Elvhen had a certain magical talent, so she taught him lost nature summonings of long forgotten elven rangers of old. He could melt into shadows and dance in battle like a god thanks to her training. She showed him how to use elvhen voice and thus he bested all known assassins, rangers and bards in history.

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The fate of Tribune Almalexia

Duben 1, 2012

So you wish to know my name, mortal? My name is very precious to me for it is the only thing permanent about me. I posed as many things and appeared in many roles during my centuries of life, yet I never allowed myself to forget my own name. Almalexia.

Ancient Chimer witch-queen

Almalexia, elven goddess of love, fertility and passion

I can still recall my father calling me by name for feast every morn. Not that I can remember his name or his face. All my memories about Aldmeri Cradle are suspiciously chaotic and scarce. Often I wondered if someone played with my memory. Sometimes I suspect I myself cursed my mind to forget. I know Aldmeri was wonderful and beautiful. I know there was both pleasure and pain to be found. I think there were some enemies of mine, but all is clouded in doubt and dust.

Elven Aldmeri Continent

Elven Aldmeri Continent

What I remember clearly is how my people escaped from the Cradle of Mer and how we arrived on Summerset Isles. We were both devastated and excited, for the new worlds ahead of us were both dangerous and promising. Me and my sisters wanted to celebrate Sanguine through sensual pleasures and Azura through our love. But others abhorred our Daedra Gods. They called us heretics and abominations. So we escaped again.

Morrowind, the Home of the Dark Elves

Morrowind, the Home of the Dark Elves

We fled to Morrowind with our wise prophet Veloth and settled in that dangerous land. We called ourselves Chimer and laughed at the foolishness of our Altmer oppressors, for we have found beautiful keeps, palaces and ports. How we loved the sinister landscape of Morrowind with its Ashlands, bleak forests of mushrooms and mysterious swamps. Yet we overlooked the most precious treasure to be found in our new home. The Heart of Lorkhan.

The Heart was hidden beneath Red Mountain in the grasp of our fair-weather friends- the Dwemer. With it they abandoned the worship of Daedra Gods and created wonders beyond imagination of your primitive people, mortal. But we were blind to their heresy, power and plans. In happiness we forged our new realm of Morrowind. I fell in love with a male Chimer for the first time then. His name was Nerevar and he was great in all ways I could think of. Though I kept many girls as my lovers, I married him and allowed him to keep both his male and female pets, for his heart was utterly mine and our people have never felt threatened by our natural desires.

For the first time since leaving the Aldmeri Cradle of Mer was I worshipped for my beauty as I deserved. People praised me as their Queen and all Chimer adored me just as they feared my husband. But the age of prosperity was about to end when we learned about plans of our false allies. The Dwemer intended to use the Heart of Lorkhan for conquering Morrowind. Quickly we went to stop them and stop them we did.

Dwemer couple, the Dwarves of Skyrim, Hammerfall and Morrowind

Dwemer couple, the Dwarves of Skyrim, Hammerfall and Morrowind

Even I do not know what happened to the Dwemer. I was there and thus I can confirm that all of them disappeared as ghosts in a blink of an eye. Many thought them destroyed, but I suspected treachery. I told Nerevar to preserve their weapons and tools. Do not listen to the stories about poison candles, mortal. Nobody regretted death of Nerevar more than me. Ashlanders are right however when it comes to my treachery regarding the promise I made to Nerevar. It was I who seduced both Sotha Sil and Vivec and convince them to use the power of the Heart for the purpose of ascendency.

We became the Gods. We spat into the face of Azura herself as she tried to deny us our rightful place. We laughed even as she transformed our people into Dunmer, for we retained our golden skin through our godhood. As the Tribunal we ruled over Morrowind even as the foolish Dagoth Ur tried to oppose us. I have personally faced Mehrunes Dagon, the Lord of Destruction ,and defeated him. I was a goddess just as I deserved!

People praised me as their merciful matron. My House Indoril spread my kind words among Dunmer and my wrath among their enemies. I was divine!!! It is the fate of the great to be victim of lesser conspirators. Vivec was jealous of me and allied himself with Dagoth Ur, Sotha Sil, Azura and Nerevarine. Not even I could stand a chance against their combined strikes.

They destroyed the Heart of Lorkhan. My godhood was in peril. I knew I was losing ground. I was losing sanity. It is hard for a Goddess to lose her sight, youth and power. I had a plan, but it was risky and it failed. In the arms of my beloved treacherous Nerevarine I died right after I killed Sotha Sil in revenge.

Sotha Sil, the Dark Elven God of Sorcery

Sotha Sil, the Dark Elven God of Sorcery

But as you see, my dear mortal, I did not bet on a single card, oh no! For some time my bloodline prospered outside of Morrowind. Among the Altmer, Dunmer and Bosmer in Cyrodiil my blood flew and so I could be reborn one day just as Nerevar was reborn in the form of Nerevarine. Yet all my distant offspring seemed too fragile and common to make a right vessel for me. There was only one exception.

Long ago I accepted a visitor. He called himself the Snow Prince and claimed to be the last son of the father with the same title. He even claimed to be the last of his race, the legendary Snow Elves of Skyrim. In silence I listened to his stories about war between his lost people and the Nords, about their later enslavement in the hands of Dwemer. He was a noble battlemage and reminded me of my long dead Nerevar. I mated with him and in secret I had born him a daughter. Since then her line prospered on Summerset Isles.

Snow Prince, the last of the Falmer Elves of Skyrim

Snow Prince, the last of the Falmer Elves of Skyrim

When I died my spirit was reborn in the babe of this bloodline. My own blood in its veins allowed me to possess it just as the blood of the Snow Elves allowed me later to recall the long lost knowledge of Snow Mer of Skyrim. I grew up, scarcely remembering who I was. When I finally remembered I forsake my new false name and named myself Almalexia again. They considered me an Altmer, but I was much more. I was a hybrid of Chimer and Falmer with memories of ancient queen and goddess.

I went here in Skyrim in search for the long lost power of the Snow Elves. The Eye of Magnus is it called and I shall not rest till you tell me, where it is, my dear little mortal. The Heart of Lorkhan is no more, but the Eye shall make me greater than ever. As I walk the frozen lands of dragons I remember more and more. Soon I shall regain my godhood and this time there will be no Tribunal, only me. My ancient rivals among Psijics and Aldmeri Dominion themselves shall unknowingly deliver the Eye into my hands. I shall slaughter the Nords and banish Imperials just as I should have done back then in Morrowind. I shall raise forgotten Snow Elves as my people and regain my rightful place in the order of things!!!

Almalexia, the Snow Queen of the Falmer of Skyrim

Almalexia, the Snow Queen of the Falmer of Skyrim

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Felicia Day, Královna wowkařů

Listopad 16, 2011
Felicia Day Actress Felicia Day arrives at the launch of Warner Bros. 'Mortal Kombat Legacy' at Saint Felix II on April 14, 2011 in Los Angeles, California.

Felicia Day, zrzavá císařovna wowkařů, nerdů a RP závisláků

Jeden z mých oblíbených filmů je Bring it on again a jedna z mých nejoblíbenějších postav je alternativně intelektuální baletka Penelope, kterou hraje má nová zrzavá bohyně, Felicia. Tato herečka vystudovala hudební konzervatoř excelováním v baletu, zpěvu a hře na violoncello. V Hollywoodu se ale neprosadila, byla příliš osobitá, svéhlavá, alternativní a lidská. Všichni ji odmítali jako divně vypadajícího podivína, právem si vysloužila titul královna nerdů. Dnes je známa hlavně jako nejkrásnější nerd na světě! Miluje počítačové hry jako Václav Klaus nácky. Je chytrá, charismatická, bojovná a tvrdohlavá. Nenechala se zničit šikanou povrchních mainstreamových mamlasů a obešla systém. Napsala si vlastní seriál a sama ho produkovala. Je o jejím vlastním životě a v hlavní roli hraje sama sebe, hezkou zrzavou wowkařku Codex. První episody trvají stěží tři minuty každá, ale zasvěcení nerdi se smějí každou vteřinu. Když jsem si myslel, že ji už více milovat nemohu…hle! Napsala, natočila a produkovala seriál Dragon Age Redemption, který je samozřejmě opět úžasný! Felicia Day je avatar vzpoury, mstivý anděl utlačovaných, který obchází systém přes internet a alternativní zdroje! Je inspirací pro všechny, kteří chtějí změnit svět!

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Hra o trůny, Game of Thrones – referát

Listopad 16, 2011

Hra o trůny a knihy na ní navazující patří mezi takzvanou high fantasy, protože se po vzoru Tolkiena vyhýbá snovému rámci děje (či alternativního světa ve skříni) a přebytku líbivých bojových scén. Na rozdíl od většiny high fantasy děj se nesnaží prezentovat pohádkový obraz boje mezi absolutním zlem a dobrem (opět typický pro katolíka Tolkiena), ale dává přednost rafinované zápletce plné zájmových střetů nejrůznějších morálně neutrálních frakcí a jedinců. Každá postava má své vlastní slabosti, sklony k altruismu i egoismu a vlastní morální kodex.

Sourozenecká láska v zájmu čisté krve

Sourozenecká láska v zájmu čisté krve

Ve hře o trůny se také nesetkáte s přehnaně vlivnými nadpřirozenými jevy, takže zápletka nenaráží na nelogické chování postav či přehršel deus ex machina. Nadpřirozené postavy jsou vzácné a nejsou omnipotentní, takže kouzla tvoří spíše estetické a romantické než epické prvky příběhů. Hrstku nadpřirozených dějů se snaží stejně jako vše ostatní zmanipulovat proradní jednotlivci, kteří však milují stejně jako čestnější hrdinové křivdí. Příběh je natolik komplexní, umírněný a realistický, že se čtenář okamžitě vžije do všech postav a propadne iluzi že se jedná o živé bytosti s bijícím srdcem a duší plápolající ve větru přicházející Zimy, děsivého jevu periodicky zachvacujícího země Westeros.

Zdaleka nejkvalitnějším aspektem děl George R.R. Martina je nepředvidatelnost děje. Ty nejoblíbenější a nejklíčovější postavy umírají v tu nejvíce nečekanou chvíli, jednoznačně nasměrované dějové linie se nečekaně protnou nebo přetnou jako v opravdovém životě. Když umře postava, máte pocit, že umřel váš bratranec či spolužačka. Když je zničeno město, litujete obyvatel i ztraceného umění a obchodu. Přesvědčivost autora dává prožitku čtenáře nový rozměr.

Teplí princové intrikují :-D

Teplí princové intrikují :-D

Autor se nebojí začlenit do díla i kontroverzní motivy charakteristické pro jakoukoli lidskou společnost včetně středověké. Konzervativně založení jedinci mají obvykle naivní představy o absenci sexuality v historických etapách, ke kterým vzhlíží jako ke zlatéme věku, nelze se proto divit, že naturalismus díla některé lidi pobuřuje. Od incestní lásky rodů Lannisterů a Targaryenů po homosexuální romance prince Renlyho a Červené Zmije (Oberyn Martell), od náboženské propagandy až po krkvavé činy ve jménu dobra, Píseň ledu a ohně ukazuje jako zrcadlo nelichotivý obraz příběhů v našem reálném světě.

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