Rolan Quarn Is The Greatest Turian Ever

Demons aren't just misguided, they're deeply corrupted, their very values made into malicious and aggressive aspects. In their state, the demons don't want to spend all the energy to cross the veil simply to occupy a weak, rotting corpse. They want to have considerable influence and ability, very difficult when you're trapped in a bag of bones. A living mage host provides extraordinary power, a much easier method to cross the veil around the already thinned aura of the mage, and a form that can not only endure physical trauma but grow in power. A living host could become stronger, a dead one cannot.

CONFESSION:

If a spirit can possess a tranquil or a dead body and restore even partially their connection to the fade (Doing this by force in the lore is called Necromancy). Why do demons take such disinterest? In that, spirits and demons are the same. Demons are the description of spirits who were once innocent and have been misguided by their own or others intentions (Such as the Fear Demon in the fade DA:I)            

Caesar

Light and wonder, knowledge sought. To glory and adventure drawn. What's earned is better than what's bought. Say the children of the Dawn. Righteous passion, warriors heart. Mind and form as molded clay. Greatest master, boldest art. Say the children of the Day. Calm and quiet, gentle mind. Wisdom, far from thoughtless husk. Every word, with knowledge signed. Say the children of the Dusk. Silent cunning, rarely seen. Darkened frown, mind of light. Actions, thoughts, precise and clean. Say the children of the Night

Frasier and Niles Become Demon Lords

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Imagine with me...

Orcs discovering makeup.

Orcs finding the boldest red to coat on their lips because, "It's supposed to make it look like they're flush with blood."

Orcs circling their eyes furiously with eyeliner to bring out the PURE FIREY FURY within and terrify their opponents.

Orcs of all sexes and ages doing their daily things, talking, fighting, all with their faces done up and not one of them finding it unusual.

Orcs being touchy on the subject with outsiders because, "How did the humans find this before us? This is so much better than warpaint."

Orcs swarming high society shops whenever they raid or trade with a city and terrifying the noble customers as they march out with arms full of the highest fashions.

Orcs complimenting each other on a particular style or color as screaming people run by and surroundings burn.

Orcs pitching a fit when they can't find their favorite brands.

ORCS

If you notice, it's similar to what a sustained arc of electricity looks like. Both change in similar fashions as they seek the path of least resistance.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SENSEI

Ballad of the Fall

Long ago, in the times of old. Before the blight and the age of gold. A bright silver star did fall from on high. And brought warmth and light to the dark and the cold. This star was mighty, its power so grand. It taught mankind to leave their cold land. And visit the nine old gods in the sky. And so the nine gods became marked by man’s brand. Men became proud in their golden age. For they could not see that their star was a sage. Foretelling their fall, though not by its hand. Mankind would find itself in a cage. And so came the blight, which began the great battle. Where so much of man would be slaughtered like cattle. The achievements of man became naught but dull sand. And mankind did sound what would seem its death rattle. Mankind was dying but still would not yield. And so our grand star became our brave shield. Our first brave Guardian paid with its life. And gave us a power only we could wield. With our new powers humanity grew. With weapons of old, and kinsmen true. We will bring about the end of this strife. And revive the destiny of mankind anew.

Wild and Winter King

Out the north comes flying fast Master, guide and mentor None need bow or cry aloud In service, King of Winter. Voices pure, without waver Tales and ballads sing Loudest voices wail against Wild and Winter King. Stalwart stand the men of kings Faces stony, mild Eyes toward not foes nor flight But King of Winters Wild Ever shall naysayer's cry "Kings are cowards" ring Insults fall upon wise ears "Not I" speaks Winter King