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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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the Symphony of Flame and Shadow ( yaoi , Slash : Kael / Illidan )

Srpen 21, 2008
young Illidan, the Sorceror, the Betrayer, the Demon Hunter

young Illidan, the Sorceror, the Betrayer, the Demon Hunter

Illidan was screaming in desperation and fear. He had faced the worst demons and dragons in the last few months, but the idea of being kept underground for eternity was unbearable. Ages without moon-light, stars and Tyrande…oh Tyrande…even now she was silent, her cold silver eyes mercilessly watching his cage as she held the hand of this treacherous twin-brother. Illidan roared in fury as Maiev, Califax and all other Wardens transported him to the very entrance of the underworld…

Young Kale, the Sun Prince, the Wizard Adept, an Archmage of Dalaran

Young Kale, the Sun Prince, the Wizard Adept, an Archmage of Dalaran

Kael was trying to stop himself from crying as he stood beside tall window in the Violet Spire. Down below were dozens and dozens of his people ready to leave Eastern Kingdoms aboard human ships with Jaina Proudmoore…Jaina…not long ago even mere mention of her name would cause his heart to fall to pieces…Elves were extremely sensual and emotional beings, falling in love passionately and often…but all he could think about now were the few possible survivors in his kingdom…recently half-dead elven messenger arrived with apocalyptic news. The Quel´Thalas has fallen. The Sunwell was destroyed, his royal father killed, his people butchered as cattle…by the very man who stole Jaina from him…

Even after ten thousand years his brother treated his as a satyr…this time he had made even greater sacrifice…he consumed the Skull of Guldan…Illidan chose to bear a burden no one else would…and yet instead of martyr he was considered as a betrayer again…even eredar demon-lords admitted he saved Azeroth from them…and instead of gratitude he received hatred…Tyrande looked at him as if he was some kind of rotting worm…the disgust and hatred deformed her perfect features the moment she saw his new form…he was cursed, malformed, mutilated and crippled only to be wronged once more…but they will all pay for their hypocrisy and cruelty soon enough…

Illidan and Kael´thas

Illidan and Kael´thas

Submissive uke Kael

imprisoned Kael

Kael was waiting with his loyal brethren for certain death within the magical cells of Dalaran. They all betrayed him. Neither Modera nor Jaina tried save him or his people…Without shame they watched as that racist Garithos gathered his Highborn comrades as dogs and sentenced to death…they even posted Kassan and his enforcers to help with executions…Kael was really desperate when suddenly his ally of old emerged…Vashj told him of the demon he once encountered…Illidan…she told him about his arcane knowledge, vast power and Highborne origin…could he be their messiah?…maybe…he has already called upon the darkest sorceries of Burning Legion in order to save his people, he would call upon this kaldorei demon just the same…

Forbidden Lovers in Outland

Forbidden Lovers in Outland

His escape for Outland was in vain…he was finally captured by his eternal nemesis: the Warden Maiev. He was held in the very cage he knew from his first prison…Suddenly a number of fair crimson-dressed elves ambushed his captors with the assistance of naga…Lady Vashj shattered his cage and as he stood up to greet her, he noticed a very young male elf beside her…It was the very same golden-haired prince who helped his brother to catch him in Dalaran…He looked strong and vulnerable at the same time as his arcane heritage, youth and title marked him both as aprince as well as a slave. The prince tried to look stoic and confident, yet Illidan clearly saw in his eyes the loneliness and need which he first witnessed in his brothers eyes so long ago as they first approached their mentor, demigod Cenarius. This youth, prince Kael, tried to look as a leader to his desperate people, yet he was nothing but a child by elven standards, fragile boy seeking guidance from an experienced man…

Kael leaves his master Illidan

Kael leaves his master Illidan

Even after years in Outland Kael still had nightmares about Scourge and slaughtering of Sun-blessed as did most of his brethren. It was during these nightmares when his master would hold him in his huge arms, wrap him in his leathery wings and sate his hunger for magic by the most lascivious means. For the first time in their long lives would they forget about the kaldorei priestess and the human sorceress who broke their hearts so many times. In Outland they became gods and even greatest demons saw them as a threat. But their happiness would not last forever. Dark cold wraiths of Azeroth as well as burning eredars of Argus would destroy the harmony and bond between these outcasts and soon will they find their doom…yet it was Voren´thal the Seer as well as Prophet Velen who foretold, that the Son of Flames and Father of Shadows would meet again in the Twisting Nether and share both pain and pleasure for eons to come…