#orc commander

[heymurada]

A commission from @vaichiicorner of my OCs Brightholt and Dunaak. They did such an incredible job on this!

(Go get some sweet art from them!)

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[mtg-cards-hourly]

Wild-Magic Sorcerer

Artist: Aaron J. Riley TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[aran-morinorea]

Yay a wip Wednesday for the start of spring break. Could I get some Non-Euclidean Nan Elmoth?

Ok so this did take all week so it's not the start of spring break anymore. However, once I managed to start it the whole sequence came out at once, so you can have it

Then he draws his sword, throwing its light as hard as he can, following the motion sideways and down off of Linquë’s back. She bolts immediately; she’ll stay nearby, but she knows to get out of the way. Her shadow is long and strange, dancing in the sword-glare. The Orc-arrow whizzes through the space he’d just been occupying, and before its arc is complete the archer is dead.

Six left.

Maeglin did look, he thinks, but he’s recovered faster than the Orcs did. His eyes are back on the commander, and he’s muttering to himself.

Laurefindelë will take the ones Maeglin isn’t looking at next, then. They were relying on their stealth; he has advantage of reach, speed, and strength on them. It takes another few moments to behead one and gut the other.

Four left.

Two move, one to swing its axe at the elk’s legs and the other breaking to run. Laurefindelë takes one, two, four strides and catches the attacker by the wrist, twisting until something rips.

Three left.

The commander tears its eyes off of Maeglin and charges at Laurefindelë, which is convenient. It puts the remaining Orcs in a straight line. Laurefindelë’s sword follows that line without slowing down; their armor was decent, not seamless.

Laurefindelë waits one, two, four more seconds for any more unpleasant surprises, but nothing comes. He lets the sword dim and calls Linquë back.

Maeglin is staring at him.

[themalhambird]

So sorry to bother you but I would loveee to know about your Adar chooses to surrender au because the idea of Sauron's whole 'the valar can't forgive you/the elves can't accept you' thing actually spurring Adar in the opposite direction is fascinating to me i'm very here for it

No bother at all, I'm delighted by the interest!

So the crucial difference in this timeline is that the elves have regrouped from defeating Morgoth and are much closer on Sauron's heels. There's much less chance of simply managing to slip away into the caves and the tunnels and retreating until the Uruk-hai can recover and reorganise. Attempting to negotiate is maybe...15% actually thinking that there's a chance of reaching a genuine truce, 85% a stalling tactic to give the injured and the young and the non-combatants time to get further away, and potentially divide the elves by kicking off a bunch of inter-army squabbling.

Have a snippet!

"A fake," the elf-lordling to the High King's right declares, folding his arms. "A trick of the enemy's, to decieve. Any orc might bash a lump of metal-"

"No." The soft contradiction comes from the ranks of lesser onlookers. The speaker, who has eased himself through the line of guards, fixes his gaze firmly on Morgoth's crown. He does not look to be anyone important- merely someone very, very tired. Clad in neutral browns and dull greens, the elf might easily fade into the background; his hair, though long as most elves' keep it, has none of the typical elaborate braids. It's merely tied back with a thin leather cord-as though he'd grabbed the first thing he'd laid hands on with the sole intention of keeping an annoying distraction out of his face and eyes. And yet, Adar thinks, there's a hint of quiet authority as he tilts his head, examines the crown with considered scrutiny, and speaks, yet again, to bluntly contradict his evident superior. "No- this is no fraud. First, because nothing is as simple as bashing any old lump of metal-"

"I don't recall," the lordling interjects loudly, clenching his fists, "anybody asking you, Curufinion."

Curufinion? Yes- Fëonor's line, suddenly, in irritated clenching of the jaw, the set of his mouth presses in anger. Adar keeps his face impassive, and his mouth shut and mentally calculates how many additional miles an outbreak of Fëonor's legendary temper might buy Adar's fleeing children.

"I apologise, King Orophor, for not holding my tongue while talks of peace hinge on your assessment of metal work. How was your forge, when you were in it last?"

"You treacherous, kinslaying-"

"Enough!" The High King interjects, raising his hand as King Oropher's hand flies to his sword. "Peace, Celebrimbor. King Orophor, Lord Celebrimbor is here at my invitation and at this juncture, I am asking him to speak."

Orophor stays his hand. A pity, Adar muses, as Curufinion, or Celebrimbor, bows slightly in the High King's direction. He then takes another step toward Adar. "May I?" He asks, extending a hand for the crown with a politely friendly smile. "I promise to give it back."

[fort-new-dawn]

Introducing the first villain of Fort New Dawn: Commander Thunder Cicada.

An Orc boar who believe that he's doing his god's work by removing the "weeds" (aka, the Alo that was there before him or any other new arrivals) that exist on New Dawn, and a master of insects and arachnids. Which is a little more terrifying knowing that Equinus's invertebrates are quite massive.

I'm not happy with his design or colors quite yet (I fell the same about most the characters in this story), but I think I know how to fix that somewhat. For now, enjoy the first look and Tales of Equinus's first villain

[mediocrehomebrewmtg]

[teaganthemorningstar]

Are you into Tragic Sapphic Love Stories?

How about a distant future where space pirates roam the galaxy?

Well if either of these apply to you then I have GREAT NEWS!!

The very first episode of Ignore All Previous Commands airs this Friday, February 14, 2025!! This is a sapphic sci-fi audio drama written and produced by @marsmairin and an amazing team of artists of all kinds. It can be found on YouTube and TikTok under the same username! Below the cut you can find a sneak peak of the backdrop for this episode (forgive the quality level, cropping an image formatted for YouTube is obviously the enemy today).

You can look forward to more posts about Ignore All Previous Commands airs over the following months with more sneak peeks, final pieces, and time lapses so, Stay Tuned!

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[marsmairin]

Episode One is finally here! Join sapphic space pirates Valor & Avyn in their journey to evade capture by the navy.

[heymurada]

Working on the Commander and Chief story and having to jot down notes for future AUs so I don't get distracted from the main story. Currently in Act 2 and feeling good about finally connecting the disjointed scenes I wrote a few years ago.

(I've been sketching in between writing sessions to keep myself engaged - I just like drawing Brightholt and Dunaak in modern clothes)

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Captain Vargus Wrath

"To be a successful cutthroat, you have to truly enjoy the work."

Artist: Randy Vargas TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Feywild Cartaker by Borja Pindado

[retrocgads]

USA 1997

[englishlotusflower]

I don't know if anyone reads my fic 'Look To Your Kingdoms (I Am Coming For Them All)', but honestly I don't care.

I just need everyone to know that Celegorm and my OC Isiloth (who for the record is not the main character, was not in the first four drafts of the fic, and was meant to have only one line in her original form in draft no. 5 or 6) are basically married. On the 'wear co-ordinated outfits to a feast (with extra Symbolism because Celegorm is a Noldo and therefore Isiloth wearing his colours is a Thing)'; 'adopt a half-feral child together'; 'go on family trips of them and their adopted child'; 'Isiloth gets ready for feasts with Curufin's wife who is wearing Curufin's colours while Isiloth wears Celegorm's'; 'Celegorm giving Isiloth a full set of jewellry without even asking what her dress will be because he knows her so well'; 'working together to rule Himlad the same way Curufin and his wife do' level.

Oh and neither of them know. They're both idiots who haven't realised they've been married since the Sun rose.

No one needed to know this but no one has picked up on it in 46,000 words of fic so I needed to rant.

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

I just dipped into Appendix F for an unrelated reason, and I think it’s funny that out of everything Sauron ever did — a master craftsman and teacher, a commander and conqueror, a deceiver and seducer, who achieved so much and, even in defeat, usually came verrrry close and tended just to reappear later all the stronger — one thing he utterly failed at was making Black Speech the common language of all his servants. He made grammar and vocab and syntax, and then the orcs could never figure out how to use his system. They ended up with such a hodge podge of fragmented, bastardized versions of the language that they were often incomprehensible to each other and had to fall back on Westron, the language of their enemies, to be understood even within Mordor.

It feels extremely JRR to me that he would let his Big Bad Villain kill and maim and enslave and despoil the environment, but he simply couldn’t allow Sauron to succeed at…linguistics.

[youhavethewrong]

Advantages of being an elf:

- you get the pointy ears

- youre never in a hurry again, ever

Disadvantages of being an elf:

- every other race assumes youre racist

- every other race makes fun of your bland cooking, with good reason

- you gotta walk up a thousand stairs to make it to the 2nd room of any building bc the architect thought making it tall and ornate af was a good idea for some reason

- no other race laughs at your jokes, with good reason

- theres always some fucker high up the chain of command whos like "elven kind never interacts with the brutish orcs...." and youre like "who voted for this guy anyway" and then you find out he was chosen royal advisor 10,000 years before you were born

- every other race makes fun of your garbs. With good reason.