Thinking about the Matron and how she was finally accepted by the Prime Deities as their sibling towards the end of Downfall which is also basically the beginnings of the Divergence, its the start of the gods discussing separating themselves from the mortals and each other to an extent. And how the Matron in C1 is described as lonely and I wonder how it would feel if one felt only a blip in all eternity being accepted by the Divine while being Divine and then immediately having to recede. Of death and destruction being the genesis of one's acceptance into the eternal. How fitting for the Matron of Ravons.
Are you here to take me to Mama?
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Rewatching ep3 and every time I think about the Emissary I get choked up, so I painted them again! He’s going home, and there will be light 🍎
I would have been lost without you. Thank you for guiding me, and always protecting me.
I don’t think you ever needed me as a guardian, though it was my life’s honour to do so.
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Baby Emhira having a bright moment with her guardians Purvan and Galdric! I can’t stop thinking about Purvan helping to raise the Raven Queen as a baby. The mortal who became a goddess who became a mortal, and he’s there to watch her grow up. It makes me so emotional 🥲
I immediately had to drop everything to make this
okay now that I've slept and delt with my headache, for completely benign reasons I'm thinking about Emhira, and how she compares to the raven-haired mage Patia knew over two centuries before.
The Raven Queen that ascended was an arcane master and follower of her predecessor, implied to live in Avalir. We don't have a confirmed class for the Matron's og self, but given she taught Patia I'd bet Wizard... which is a very different way of accessing power than a Warlock. And if she was trusted to teach the Por'co grandchild, presumably this woman was highly regarded indeed.
As much as Emhira is coming to Downfall with a unique perspective among the gods (as touched on in Cooldown, being a mortal who usurped a god AND death / fate being her domains), her perspective as a mortal was an outlier among mortals even before she ascended. Not just that she was the only one to pull off this ritual successfully, but in being in the upper class of a mageocracy in one of the most powerful flying cities to exist.
And now she has been living on the ground, under the supervision of her Champion, for decades. Her Champion who stepped onto Avalir with muddy boots and ranger leathers.
Is Emhira a likeness to the Matron's first body? Was she born to be herself again, only to be molded by cataclysm and suffering into a far more ragged, worn woman than she was before? Hell; was that mage in Avalir all that familiar with death at all, with magic always so close at hand? How has it been to see death and death and death around her, out of her control?
How does it feel, to have a name again for the first time in two hundred years? To not be a porcelain mask but a person?
Given this war between gods is an extinction level event (the ash covering the sun reminds me of thd K-PG extinction event, and also how are y'all growing apples??), I wonder if Emhira is just as changed as Asha is. Life is choked and slaughtered and dying, they are both sides to that coin. How frayed are the strands of fate?
Is Emhira more like the Matron, or more like the woman who came before them both? Or is she a third, more mortal thing?
Take me instead you raven bitch!
all the living share one experience, death.
oh this shot fucks SO hard
I want to just...
Shake hands and give an award to whoever talked about Vax'ildan being the one to keep the team together with the strings of fate or what-not, my memory is bad but I still remember someone mentioning this and just--- holy shit. This hits so hard.
down on my hands and knees
The Matron of Ravens
i love that the raven queen basically went congrats you’re my new champion! :) *traumatizes the fuck out of you* *traumatizes the fuck out of you* *traumatizes the fu-*
Champion of The Matron of Ravens
It’s the Raven Queen herself… the hair just tumbles down past, and as she steps forward, no expression, no words…
A hand reaches out towards you, Vax. There’s a nod.