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The Kingsglaive exists primarily to deal with the Empire once Ardyn can no longer hold the Storm around Galahd. At least that’s what they’re first formed for. It’s like an upgrade to their usual military, only with infinitely better survival chances.
Then they start focusing on the daemons and the monsters, when the Empire stops being a priority. Which. Awkward thing we’re collectively not going to acknowledge, said Galahd, MY, I WONDER WHERE ALL THE SUDDEN INCREASE OF DAEMON ACTIVITY CAME FROM, WHEREVER MIGHT THEY HAVE COME? I bet it was the Empire. Fuck the Empire.
(Ardyn keeps expecting someone to bring it up and the entire freaking country has decided not to. You know it’s A Big Deal when not even Nyx will make pithy comments about it.)
Ardyn is a bottomless pit of knowledge. It’s not so much a cultural renaissance so much as a bloodless cultural cannibalization. Because Ardyn is Galahdian - they could take him out of Galahd but they could never take Galahd out of him, despite it all - but he hasn’t been in Galahd, as in living and being part of the culture, for about two thousand years. He’s picked up bits and pieces and the joke is that he can’t quite remember where all of them come from. His main thing, about true Galahdian culture are the libations and the arguing with the Old Man, because those are related to their right to be in Galahd in the first place. But Galahd hasn’t BEEN Galahd for long enough, by the time Ardyn gets the boot, for it to have a culture proper. Not the kind you can have a proper renaissance for. Everything else is just a mishmash of random information and knowledge and history and they just. They like to poke at him and ask him questions and there’s a bit of a novelty to having people who care about his stories - he has so many stories, most of them irreverent, and they all eat them up in delight - that he can’t help but share a little. Never about himself, but. Always about the world.
And the thing is, they don’t take things from him wholesale - except libations and the screaming at the Old Man about things, sort of, be’s very stubborn about those - they just. They start off that and make it their own. Put their own spin on things. It tends to go either super fun or end in disaster. (It’s usually a fun disaster, to be honest.)
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The Kingsglaive exists primarily to deal with the Empire once Ardyn can no longer hold the Storm around Galahd. At least that’s what they’re first formed for. It’s like an upgrade to their usual military, only with infinitely better survival chances.
Then they start focusing on the daemons and the monsters, when the Empire stops being a priority. Which. Awkward thing we’re collectively not going to acknowledge, said Galahd, MY, I WONDER WHERE ALL THE SUDDEN INCREASE OF DAEMON ACTIVITY CAME FROM, WHEREVER MIGHT THEY HAVE COME? I bet it was the Empire. Fuck the Empire.
(Ardyn keeps expecting someone to bring it up and the entire freaking country has decided not to. You know it’s A Big Deal when not even Nyx will make pithy comments about it.)
Ardyn is a bottomless pit of knowledge. It’s not so much a cultural renaissance so much as a bloodless cultural cannibalization. Because Ardyn is Galahdian - they could take him out of Galahd but they could never take Galahd out of him, despite it all - but he hasn’t been in Galahd, as in living and being part of the culture, for about two thousand years. He’s picked up bits and pieces and the joke is that he can’t quite remember where all of them come from. His main thing, about true Galahdian culture are the libations and the arguing with the Old Man, because those are related to their right to be in Galahd in the first place. But Galahd hasn’t BEEN Galahd for long enough, by the time Ardyn gets the boot, for it to have a culture proper. Not the kind you can have a proper renaissance for. Everything else is just a mishmash of random information and knowledge and history and they just. They like to poke at him and ask him questions and there’s a bit of a novelty to having people who care about his stories - he has so many stories, most of them irreverent, and they all eat them up in delight - that he can’t help but share a little. Never about himself, but. Always about the world.
And the thing is, they don’t take things from him wholesale - except libations and the screaming at the Old Man about things, sort of, be’s very stubborn about those - they just. They start off that and make it their own. Put their own spin on things. It tends to go either super fun or end in disaster. (It’s usually a fun disaster, to be honest.)
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