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#A Mighty Hunter Before the Lord
mapsontheweb · 8 months
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Genesis chapter 10 "The Table of Nations": mapped to probable locations.
From the New Oxford Annotated Bible 5th edition.
Genesis 10 (NRSVue translation):
These are the descendants of Noah’s sons, Shem, Ham, and Japheth; children were born to them after the flood.
2 The descendants of Japheth: Gomer, Magog, Madai, Javan, Tubal, Meshech, and Tiras. 3 The descendants of Gomer: Ashkenaz, Riphath, and Togarmah. 4 The descendants of Javan: Elishah, Tarshish, Kittim, and Rodanim.[a] 5 From these the coastland peoples spread. These are the descendants of Japheth[b] in their lands, with their own language, by their families, in their nations.
6 The descendants of Ham: Cush, Egypt, Put, and Canaan. 7 The descendants of Cush: Seba, Havilah, Sabtah, Raamah, and Sabteca. The descendants of Raamah: Sheba and Dedan. 8 Cush became the father of Nimrod; he was the first on earth to become a mighty warrior. 9 He was a mighty hunter before the Lord; therefore it is said, “Like Nimrod a mighty hunter before the Lord.” 10 The beginning of his kingdom was Babel, Erech, Akkad, and Calneh in the land of Shinar. 11 From that land he went into Assyria and built Nineveh, Rehoboth-ir, Calah, and 12 Resen between Nineveh and Calah; that is the great city. 13 Egypt became the father of Ludim, Anamim, Lehabim, Naphtuhim, 14 Pathrusim, Casluhim, from whom the Philistines come, and Caphtorim.
15 Canaan became the father of Sidon, his firstborn, and Heth 16 and the Jebusites, the Amorites, the Girgashites, 17 the Hivites, the Arkites, the Sinites, 18 the Arvadites, the Zemarites, and the Hamathites. Afterward the families of the Canaanites spread abroad. 19 And the territory of the Canaanites extended from Sidon in the direction of Gerar as far as Gaza and in the direction of Sodom, Gomorrah, Admah, and Zeboiim as far as Lasha. 20 These are the descendants of Ham, by their families, their languages, their lands, and their nations.
21 To Shem also, the father of all the children of Eber, the elder brother of Japheth, children were born. 22 The descendants of Shem: Elam, Asshur, Arpachshad, Lud, and Aram. 23 The descendants of Aram: Uz, Hul, Gether, and Mash. 24 Arpachshad became the father of Shelah, and Shelah became the father of Eber. 25 To Eber were born two sons: the name of the one was Peleg,[c] for in his days the earth was divided, and his brother’s name was Joktan. 26 Joktan became the father of Almodad, Sheleph, Hazarmaveth, Jerah, 27 Hadoram, Uzal, Diklah, 28 Obal, Abimael, Sheba, 29 Ophir, Havilah, and Jobab; all these were the descendants of Joktan. 30 The territory in which they lived extended from Mesha in the direction of Sephar, the hill country of the east. 31 These are the descendants of Shem, by their families, their languages, their lands, and their nations.
32 These are the families of Noah’s sons, according to their genealogies, in their nations, and from these the nations spread abroad on the earth after the flood.
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hanasnx · 5 months
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"hosanna."
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darth vader x f!reader
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SUMMARY: you live to serve your sith lord. WORD COUNT: 1.3k | CHARACTERS: darth vader NOTES: as a former christian child, this song speaks to me on a level i cant explain. it is not a testament to my current religious standpoint, this is not pro or anti anything. merely a song analysis format in the perspective of a darth vader smut writer. "hosanna" by hillsong united. @xstarkillerx heavily influenced this fic WARNINGS: heavy religious themes | sexual content | coitus | unprotected sex | virginity loss | objectification | worship | size difference | mentioned: blood, suicide | no y/n
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Heal my heart and make it clean.
“Please, my lord.” your desperate croak echoes against the floor as you press your forehead to the stone in your kneel. You beg not for traditional mercy, but rightful extinction. To bask in the company of the Sith Lord can only mean one thing. Finally, your mistake will be remedied. You’ll be scorched from the face of this planet by his righteous fire, fit to continue your spiritual journey with the help of his guided and generous hand. When it raises to clench around your neck, to squeeze the life from you, your soul will escape your wretched and human body.
Open up my eyes to the things unseen.
Sights you cannot fathom, planes you cannot reach, heavens you are unallowed to cross all become possible in the benevolence of his presence. A great exhilaration, the cathartic rush you’ve been bound to chasing your entire lifespan is at your fingertips. They prickle in anticipation, driving you to near tears over the discovery of divinity. To be at his feet overwhelms you, and you’re wracked with sobs. The pilgrimage you’ve been tasked with is at its end. Darth Vader stands before you, and you cannot bring yourself to utter another word in fear.
Show me how to love like You have loved me.
You’re brought to stand. His hand cups your chin, and you burn from his touch. By his grip, he raises your gaze, and you scan the ample length of his imposing form. Cloaked in black, shrouded in terrifying mystery, your weeping is quieted in the presence of his glory. The image of his expressionless mask in front of you runs your blood cold. You’ve seen his likeness etched into your planet’s culture, yet that awe is incomparable to the one that roars through your veins now. Legends depict his dark figure as a hunter. An insatiable pursuant that stops at nothing until the galaxy is cleansed. His abysmal love for all things is shown through his relentless protection of it. With a step, he shakes the very crust of the terrain he walks upon; with a wave of his mighty hand, corrupt civilizations fall and armies stab themselves so as not to face him; under his leadership, his empire thrives and spreads to the untouched and the perverted in his name. Dry mouth struggles to swallow as he remains silent, doubtlessly counting your sins as he scrutinizes you. You always knew you were to be judged, and here it is. Yet, you’re stupefied. His thumb against you does not feel like you thought it would, pinching your skin coldly.
Break my heart for what breaks Yours.
“Do I displease you?” you whisper. A single tear breaks from your eye in your tremble, grazing your cheek as it falls. A knuckle comes to dab at the moisture, and you flinch. His encasing is to hide his unseeable majesty from the galaxy. It is said a single look upon his true self will devour you whole, tearing you to shreds where you stand, and blaze your eyes from their sockets. If you survive the encounter, you’ll live out the rest of your blackened life consumed by his image as the last thing you saw, in blind search of it through endless deserts. Already you condemn yourself, cursing your own household for its transgressions against him and his vision, your appearance is unsatisfactory, your soul has been dipped in gold to weigh down the scales. You’ve been too prideful, vain, greedy. How could you have ever hoped to be here with him when you’re a demon in skin? He senses it, he must. You will atone.
Everything I am for Your kingdom's cause.
There is nothing you won’t do in his name. There is nothing that will keep you from him. Your boundless devotion towards the Sith Lord cannot be bought, cannot be measured. You are his vessel, a path to reach others, your eyes are his eyes. Can he see himself through you? If he, a being of endless power, were to attempt to inhabit your body, would you combust into ashes under his boot? Still, you try. Storms bend to his will, mountains bow by his word. What could you offer to him that is not within his scope? “Anything.” you plea through a broken voice, your hands hooking into your outerwear to pull it off your shoulders. His hand releases your jaw, and you step back for any offense you may have caused. Since his command suspends, you continue. Your straps are tugged down, and your knees buckle, dropping to the ground. Desperately, lovingly, you bare yourself to him, you crawl to his feet in worship.
As I walk from earth into eternity.
There’s nothing you don’t give him throughout the night. Anything you can comprehend is surrendered to him. You’re afraid. While he’s inside you, you’re afraid. Rooted deep, sheathed inside your purity, touching sacred parts of you that has never been offered to anyone else. You’re afraid of him. He’s said nothing, exhalting himself using you as you’ve invited him to, but in your eyes he’d need not ask. You are his. Large hands grasp your torso, bunching up the fabrics of your clothes, ripping seams more and more with each thrust. The pain of consummation is one you thank him for with lachrymal essence dripping down the corners of your eyes, wetting your hairline. The sins of the flesh are a stranger to you, until he breaks your virginity, fucking you through the blood. So as not to surprise him, you swallow your cry with a palm over your lips. Disillusioned with your surroundings, focused on the heat where your bodies meet, you notice how he’s changed his pace. A gentler angle to his hips as he caresses your insides with his member. Regardless of its stiffness, the velvety outer layer is sweet against your walls. True rapture introduces itself to you, growing in pleasure with each stroke. His cape veils your nakedness to the outside world, shielding you as he presses you to him in a surprising demonstration of humanity. Symbolically, your forehead kisses the crest of his headpiece, a stark contrast from the stone you’d bowed on, he is showing you forgiveness. Humility. He is grateful. The sensation of being filled by him becomes not only bearable, but welcome. Your wails are no longer wracked with the despair of ache, but of staggering passion. Newfound life flows through you, rejuvenating you, manifesting in the beads of sweat on your brow, and the tears of thankfulness as they stream from your blurring gaze. On the edge of your peak, you take pride. He wants you. He wants you. He wants you.
Hosanna, Hosanna.
You can’t see yourself, but you’re outside your body. The warmth of existence embraces you, curling around you like smoke. There’s nothing but comfort here. Nothing but a stretch of unconditional love and acceptance. Finally, finally you’re here. You’ve reached your heavens. You can feel it all around you. It is the light. It is eternity. It is. It is. It is.
You are. You are. You are.
As you open your eyes, the fleeting feeling dissipates. The prickle softens, your breathing evens out, the white hot sensation of your orgasm passes over you. No. No. No. It was right there, it was in your hands. You’re alerted as he pulls from you, the wet sounds of your joint pleasures spill from your spasming entrance, pouring down your body that still remains. Your body that drew your soul back in from salvation. Darth Vader does not realize he’d given you a taste of the Force in his ecstasy, entwining your souls to see through each other’s eyes for one honored moment. Nor does he foresee the future of you begging for him over and over again, just for a mere taste of it at your climax.
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encyclopediacr · 1 year
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Welcome (back) to Wildemount!
Today is the first of the two-part The Mighty Nein Reunited! In celebration, here's a series of articles at the wiki that we're guessing might be relevant. (But, who knows! It's all very exciting. 👀)
Kingsley Tealeaf, the latest lavender tiefling. Taliesin will be playing Kingsley in this two-shot. Kingsley joined Fjord's crew aboard the Nein Heroez, and he will in some years' time (but not yet) abscond to Darktow.
Uk'otoa (Uk'otoa), the Leviathan Lord, the sea snake himself. Still, as of the end of the campaign, imprisoned beneath the seafloor of the Lucidian Ocean.
Cloven Crystal, the orb, the last key to the final seal keeping Uk'otoa imprisoned. It's currently in Fjord's possession, and last we heard, Travis had some ideas about what to do with it but was uncertain about his final decision.
Cyrios End Forest, described as the location of the third Uk'otoa temple, north of Nicodranas and southwest of the Wuyun Gates.
Nein Heroez, Fjord's ship, formerly the Eden's Horizon. Fjord did not get much time with it during the campaign, having first sailed it to find Vandran at Bisaft, so this two-shot will be the first opportunity to spend significant time aboard.
Vandran, Fjord's former captain and former warlock. He introduced Avantika to Uk'otoa, and he is the first (that we know) of this ring of warlocks that served the Leviathan Lord. Last we saw him, he agreed to sail with the Nein Heroez for a little while.
Sabian, saboteur of the Tide's Breath, Vandran's ship on which Fjord sailed before the campaign. Fjord was still looking for him at the end of the campaign and hired a bounty hunter to find him.
You can also check out our article for Welcome to Wildemount, released earlier this week.
Also, in a bit of housekeeping, a cloud server that hosts one of Miraheze's databases is having disk issues. This is apparently causing sluggishness and downtime at our wiki. We hope that it is resolved soon, but there is currently no ETA on that. You can check out @MirahezeStatus on Twitter for updates.
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merymoonbeam · 1 year
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The Wild Hunt-Fionn-First Gods
Disclaimer: I'm not saying I'm right about all of this. Just theorizing here.
This is gonna be long post so buckle up...
Because this is a long post I’m gonna write what I’m gonna talk about in this post. Also not every myth points to one thing and not every thing we have in the books are inspired just one thing. To me it looks like sarah used different myths from different countries and connected them all together.
The Wild Hunt myths and how sarah might use them for plot for the next books and crossover
First gods are still running free in the world
Narben is actually a spear not a sword? Or fourth dread trove is a spear?
Fionn is not dead but sleeping?
Fionn is(was) the leader of wild hunt and betrayed the Daglan.
Let’s start....
The Wild Hunt
It is described like this in mythology
The Wild Hunt is a folklore motif that occurs in the folklore of various northern European cultures. Wild Hunts typically involve a chase led by a mythological figure escorted by a ghostly or supernatural group of hunters engaged in pursuit. The leader of the hunt is often a named figure associated with Odin in Germanic legends, but may variously be a historical or legendary figure like Theodoric the Great, the Danish king Valdemar Atterdag, the Welsh psychopomp Gwyn ap Nudd, biblical figures such as Herod, Cain, Gabriel, or the Devil, or an unidentified lost soul or spirit either male or female. The hunters are generally the souls of the dead or ghostly dogs, sometimes fairies, valkyries, or elves.
and this is from Acosf
“The Daglan delighted in terrorizing the Fae and humans under their control. The Wild Hunt was a way to keep all of us in line. They’d gather a host of their fiercest, most merciless warriors and grant them free rein to kill as they pleased. The Daglan possessed mighty, monstrous beasts—hounds, they called them, though they didn’t look like the hounds we know—that they used to run prey to ground before they tortured and killed them. It’s a terrible history, and much of it might be elaborated myths.” (Acosf)
I think the reason we got Valkyries plot in Acosf sarah is going to connect to wild hunt. But the whole Wild Hunt plot is not only about that.
In Acosf we met Lanthys. He is one of the First gods. (thank to @lesolehabitantdelalune for showing me this quote because without her I wouldn't catch this.)
Cassian took a bite of food. A good sign that this, at least, was acceptable territory. “When you lived in the human world, you had legends of the dread beasts and faeries who would slaughter you if they ever breached the wall, didn’t you? Things that slithered through open windows to drink the blood of children? Things that were so wicked, so cruel there was no hope against their evil?” The hair on her neck rose. “Yes.” Those stories had always unnerved and petrified her. “They were based on truth. Based on ancient, near-primordial beings who existed here before the High Fae split into courts, before the High Lords. Some call them the First Gods. They were beings with almost no physical form, but a keen, vicious intelligence. Humans and Fae alike were their prey. Most were hunted and driven into hiding or imprisonment ages ago. But some remained, lurking in forgotten corners of the land.” He swallowed another mouthful. “When I was nearing three hundred years old, one of them appeared again, crawling out of the roots of a mountain. Before he went into the Prison and confinement weakened him, Lanthys could turn into wind and rip the air from your lungs, or turn into rain and drown you on dry land; he could peel your skin from your body with a few movements. He never revealed his true form, but when I faced him, he chose to appear as swirling mist. He fathered a race of faeries that still plague us, who thrived under Amarantha’s reign—the Bogge. But the Bogge are lesser, mere shadows compared to Lanthys. If there is such a thing as evil incarnate, it is him. He has no mercy, no sense of right or wrong. There is him, and there is everyone else, and we are all his prey. His methods of killing are creative and slow. He feasts on fear and pain as much as the flesh itself.”(acosf)
So we learn quiet a few things from this quote.
Lantys is a first god.
First gods were near-primordial beings who existed before the High Fae split into courts, before the high lords.
They were beings with almost no physical form, but a keen, vicious intelligence.
But some First gods remained, lurking in forgotten corners of the land.”
These are all important.
Later we find that Lanthys was a part of the Wild Hunt.
“Oh, I do not think so,” Lanthys seethed. “I rode in the Wild Hunt before you were even a scrap of existence, witch from Oorid. I summoned the hounds and the world cowered at their baying. I galloped at the head of the Hunt, and Fae and beast bowed before us.”(acosf)
Before we dive more into to the Wild Hunt I wanna show this.
The description of the First Gods (with almost no physical form, lurking in forgotten corners of the land.”)reminded me of something. I think this is a scene as a fandom we find not important but I think it might be one of the biggest hints?
that scene happens in Acofas. In Mor's chapter.
But Mor scented nothing, saw nothing. The tendril of power she speared toward the woods revealed only the usual birds and small beasts. A hart drinking from a hole in an iced-over stream. Nothing, except—.There, between a snarl of thorns. A patch of darkness. It did not move, did not seem to do anything but linger. And watch. Familiar and yet foreign. Something in her power whispered not to touch it, not to go near it. Even from this distance. Mor obeyed. But she still watched that darkness in the thorns, as if a shadow had fallen asleep amongst them. Not like Azriel’s shadows, twining and whispering. Something different. Something that stared back, watching her in turn. Best left undisturbed. Especially with the promise of a crackling fire and glass of wine at home. “Let’s take the short route back,” she murmured to Ellia, patting her neck. The horse needed no further encouragement before launching into a gallop, turning them from the woods and its shadowy watcher. Over and between the hills they rode, until the woods were hidden in the mists behind them. What else might she see, witness, in lands where none in the Night Court had ventured for millennia?(acosf)
She sees a shadows... and what we know about the first gods? with almost no physical form.
She was in the lands where none in the Night Courth had ventured for Millennia... what we know about the first gods? lurking in forgotten corners of the land.
Did she saw a First God? Are there more like it? Why mor was the one to see it? I will talk about mor more later in the post but a little hint... it is interesting that The Morrigan is called ""great queen" or "phantom queen" in myths.
Okay back to Wild Hunt.
In Wikipedia it shows that in different countries the leader of the wild hunt is different.
I'm gonna talk about two of them in this post.
Brittany: Arthur
Ireland: Fionn mac Cumhaill and the Fianna; Manannán—also known as The Fairy Cavalcade.
Brittany:Arthur
We are starting with Brittany:Arthur. (I added the wiki page if you want to read about more because I can't talk about everything.
I think Sarah used this legend as a part of Gwydion-TT-Narben.
Arthur was the King. I think the most popular myth about this is Excalibur and Sword in the stone(some stories say they were one and the same)
Excalibur is the legendary sword of King Arthur, sometimes also attributed with magical powers or associated with the rightful sovereignty of Britain. It was associated with the Arthurian legend very early on. Excalibur and the Sword in the Stone are not the same weapon, though in some modern incarnations they are either the same or at least share their name.
Now let's look at Gwydion.
“Some strains of the mythology claim that one of the Fae heroes who rose up to overthrow them was Fionn, who was given the great sword Gwydion by the High Priestess Oleanna, who had dipped it into the Cauldron itself. Fionn and Gwydion overthrew the Daglan. A millennium of peace followed, and the lands were divided into rough territories that were the precursors to the courts—but at the end of those thousand years, they were at each other’s throats, on the brink of war.” His face tightened. “Fionn unified them and set himself above them as High King. The first and only High King this land has ever had.”(acosf)
From Hosab we know that Gwydion is actually Starsword.
It was its twin. The Starsword began to hum within its sheath, glittering white light leaking from where leather met the dark hilt. The dagger—.The male dropped the dagger to the plush carpet. All of them retreated as it flared with dark light, as if in answer. Alpha and Omega. “Gwydion,” the dark-haired female whispered, indicating the Starsword.(hosab)
Other things we know about Gwydion(Starsword)
That your son, not you, retrieved the Starsword from the Cave of Princes in Avallen’s dark heart. That your son, not you, stood among the long-dead Starborn Princes asleep in their sarcophagi and was deemed worthy to pull the sword from its sheath. How many times did you try to draw the sword when you were young? How much research did you do in this very study to find ways to wield it without being chosen? (Hoeab)
like Arthur, Ruhn was the one to pull it out.
But we know that the sword actualy belongs to female heir of Theia.
“Theia was dead by that point,” Aidas said flatly. “Pelias slew her.” He nodded to the Starsword in Ruhn’s hand. “And stole her blade when he’d finished.” He snarled. “That sword belongs to Theia’s female heir. Not the male offspring who corrupted her line.”
@offtorivendell talks about this in this post if you wanna read it. Theia's secret legacy
so how this connects to Truth-Teller and Narben?
Arthur had two other weapons.
A dagger and a spear.
Other weapons have been associated with Arthur. Welsh tradition also knew of a dagger named Carnwennan and a spear named Rhongomyniad that belonged to him. Carnwennan ("little white-hilt") first appears in Culhwch and Olwen, where Arthur uses it to slice the witch Orddu in half. Rhongomyniad ("spear" + "striker, slayer") is also mentioned in Culhwch, although only in passing; it appears as simply Ron ("spear") in Geoffrey's Historia. Geoffrey also names Arthur's shield as Pridwen; in Culhwch, however, Prydwen ("fair face") is the name of Arthur's ship while his shield is named Wynebgwrthucher ("face of evening").
We know that Truth-teller and Gwydion(Starsword) are twins. Alpha and Omega. (I made a post about this. You can find it here Alphan&Omega)
Now... Narben. We know little about Narben.
“Amarantha destroyed one,” Amren said. Cassian started. “I never heard that.” Amren amended, “Rumor claimed she dumped one into the sea. It would not come to Amarantha’s hand, nor the hands of any of her commanders, and rather than let the King of Hybern attain it, she disposed of it.” Azriel asked, “Which sword?” “Narben.” (Acosf)
"Narben was even older than Gwydion,” Rhys said. “Where the hell was it?” (Acosf)
Narben’s powers had not been the holy, savior’s light of Gwydion, but ones far darker. (Acosf)
Rhys studied her blade. “Narben is a death-sword. It’s lost, possibly destroyed, but stories say it can slay even monsters like Lanthys.” (Acosf)
These are all the things we know. It is a little bit sketchy that Sarah had given us so little information about it.
Also it looks like she is using Arthur's weapons as an inspo for Gwydion and Truth-teller...which one is missing? A spear. So that makes me question if Narben is not a sword but a spear? Or the Fourth dread trove is a spear? 👀
now...we are done with Brittany:arthur as the leader of the wild hunt. this other part is more in depth with the where I think the story is going.
second leader of the wild hunt we are going to talk about :
Ireland: Fionn mac Cumhaill and the Fianna
Ireland: Fionn mac Cumhaill and the Fianna; Manannán—also known as The Fairy Cavalcade.
Fionn mac Cumhaill , often anglicized Finn McCool or MacCool, is a hero in Irish mythology, as well as in later Scottish and Manx folklore. He is leader of the Fianna bands of young roving hunter-warriors, as well as being a seer and poet.
He was a seer...So is Elain. 👀👀
He is often depicted hunting with his hounds Bran and Sceólang("raven" and "survivor”), and fighting with his spear and sword. 
in this it is mentioned that he hunts with his hounds. and has a spear? another spear mentioning. Narben is a spear? Or the Fourth dread trove we haven’t found yet is a spear?
From what lanthys said there were hounds in Wild Hunt in Acotar.
“Oh, I do not think so,” Lanthys seethed. “I rode in the Wild Hunt before you were even a scrap of existence, witch from Oorid. I summoned the hounds and the world cowered at their baying. I galloped at the head of the Hunt, and Fae and beast bowed before us.”(acosf)
and nesta says that the hounds Lanthys showed her in the vision looked like the beasts from Court Of Nightmares.
Nesta could see the portrait Lanthys wove into the air around them. She saw herself on a black throne, a matching crown in her unbound hair. Enormous onyx beasts—scaled, like those she’d seen on the Hewn City’s pillars—lay at the foot of the dais. (Acosf)
and these are a few description of the hounds on the Hewn City's pillars.
Great, scaled black beasts were carved into those gates, all coiled together in a nest of claws and fangs, sleeping and fighting, some locked in an endless cycle of devouring each other. Between them flowed vines of jasmine and moonflowers. I could have sworn the beasts seemed to writhe in the silvery glow of the bobbing faelights throughout the mountain-city. The Gates of Eternity—that’s what I’d call the painting that flickered in my mind. (Acomaf)
We at last came to a throne room of polished ebony. More of the serpents from the front gates were carved here—this time, wrapped around the countless columns supporting the onyx ceiling. It was so high up that gloom hid its finer details, but I knew more had been carved there, too. Great beasts to monitor the manipulations and scheming within this room. The throne itself had been fashioned out of a few of them, a head snaking around either side of the back—as if they watched over the High Lord’s shoulder. (Acomaf)
and we have the prophecy from acomaf
Life and death and rebirth Sun and moon and dark Rot and bloom and bones Hello, sweet thing. Hello, lady of night, princess of decay. Hello, fanged beast and trembling fawn. Love me, touch me, sing me. (Acomaf)
continuing with Fionn...
Fionn in the myth literally has the same name as the high king we learned about in acosf.
Rhys’s eyes flicked to Ataraxia, then to Cassian. “Some strains of the mythology claim that one of the Fae heroes who rose up to overthrow them was Fionn, who was given the great sword Gwydion by the High Priestess Oleanna, who had dipped it into the Cauldron itself. Fionn and Gwydion overthrew the Daglan. A millennium of peace followed, and the lands were divided into rough territories that were the precursors to the courts—but at the end of those thousand years, they were at each other’s throats, on the brink of war.” His face tightened. “Fionn unified them and set himself above them as High King. The first and only High King this land has ever had.” (Acosf)
Is it a coincidence that Fionn is the leader of Wild Hunt in myths and we have Fionn in Acosf who rose up to Overthrow the Daglan?
Was the Fionn, from acotar, the leader of the Wild Hunt in acotar?
Rigelus mentions that the fearsome warriors they built were traitors. They joined the Fae and overthrow his siblings.
“Can’t you?” The cold voice slithered through the intercom. “You are Starborn, and have the Horn bound to your body and power. Your ancestors wielded the Horn and another Fae object that allowed them to enter this world. Stolen, of course, from their original masters—our people. Our people, who built fearsome warriors in that world to be their army. All of them prototypes for the angels in this one. And all of them traitors to their creators, joining the Fae to overthrow my brothers and sisters a thousand years before we arrived on Midgard. They slew my siblings.” (Hosab)
“The Daglan delighted in terrorizing the Fae and humans under their control. The Wild Hunt was a way to keep all of us in line. They’d gather a host of their fiercest, most merciless warriors and grant them free rein to kill as they pleased. The Daglan possessed mighty, monstrous beasts—hounds, they called them, though they didn’t look like the hounds we know—that they used to run prey to ground before they tortured and killed them. It’s a terrible history, and much of it might be elaborated myths.”(acosf)
Rhys’s eyes flicked to Ataraxia, then to Cassian. “Some strains of the mythology claim that one of the Fae heroes who rose up to overthrow them was Fionn, who was given the great sword Gwydion by the High Priestess Oleanna, who had dipped it into the Cauldron itself. Fionn and Gwydion overthrew the Daglan. (Acosf)
moving onto myth again. I will be doing a little bit paraphrasing.
In the myth Fionn is the son of Cumhall mac Trénmhoir. Cumhall was the leader of Fianna. The Fianna were a band of warriors also known as a military order composed mainly of the members of two rival clans, "Clan Bascna" (to which Finn and Cumall belonged) and "Clan Morna" (where Goll mac Morna belonged), the Fenians were supposed to be devoted to the service of the High King and to the repelling of foreign invaders. After the fall of Cumall, Goll mac Morna replaced him as the leader of the Fianna, holding the position for 10 years.One feat of Fionn performed at 10 years of age according to the Acallam na Senórach was to slay Áillen, the fire-breathing man of the Tuatha Dé Danann, who had come to wreak destruction on the Irish capital of Tara every year on the festival of Samhain for the past 23 years, lulling the city's men to sleep with his music then burning down the city and its treasures. When the King of Ireland asked what men would guard Tara against Áillen's invasion, Fionn volunteered. Fionn obtained a special spear (the "Birga") from Fiacha mac Congha ("son of Conga"), which warded against the sleep-inducing music of Áillen's "dulcimer" when it was unsheathed and the bare steel blade was touched against the forehead or some other part of the body. This Fiacha used to be one of Cumall's men, but was now serving the high-king.After Fionn defeated Áillen and saved Tara, his heritage was recognised and he was given command of the Fianna: Goll stepped aside, and became a loyal follower of Fionn, although a dispute later broke out between the clans over the pig of Slanga.
Keep Tuatha Dé Danann in mind because I'm gonna use later on--soon.
There is a mention of High King. We know that Fionn was the first and the last high king acotar world saw.
Moving onto Fionn’s death from the myth.
According to the most popular account of Fionn's death, he is not dead at all, rather, he sleeps in a cave, surrounded by the Fianna. One day he will awake and defend Ireland in the hour of her greatest need. In one account, it is said that he will arise when the Dord Fiann, the hunting horn of the Fianna, is sounded three times, and he will be as strong and as well as he ever was.
He is not dead but sleeping. He will wake up when the horn is sounded three times. And you know who just arrived at Acotar with the horn tattooed to her back? BRYCE. Is this all crossover is about. To wake up Fionn from his sleep? This is how the crossover is going to affect the Acotar world? Is Fionn good or bad?
“Can’t you?” The cold voice slithered through the intercom. “You are Starborn, and have the Horn bound to your body and power. Your ancestors wielded the Horn and another Fae object that allowed them to enter this world. Stolen, of course, from their original masters—our people.
Rigelus says that the horn was stolen from his people. The Daglan. And the wild hunt was their way to terrorize the fae. And if fionn betrayed them and rose againts them...he might have stolen the horn from them?
In the myth Fionn was the leader of Fianna.
Fianna were small warrior-hunter bands in Gaelic Ireland during the Iron Age and early Middle Ages. A fian was made up of freeborn young males, often aristocrats, "who had left fosterage but had not yet inherited the property needed to settle down as full landowning members of the túath". For most of the year they lived in the wild, hunting, raiding other communities and lands, training, and fighting as mercenaries. Scholars believe the fian was a rite of passage into manhood, and have linked fianna with similar young warrior bands in other early European cultures
Fian was a Rite of passage into manhood? does that sound familiar? hello...Blood rite.
“What’s the Blood Rite?” “What it sounds like.” He rubbed his neck. “When an Illyrian warrior comes into his full power, usually in his twenties, he has to go through the Blood Rite before he can qualify as a full warrior and adult.
It seems like sarah took inspo from here.
And you know which mountain is sacred for Illyrians...RAMIEL.
and you know how ramiel was described.
Ramiel. The sacred mountain. The heart of not only Illyria, but the entirety of the Night Court.
Cassian soared toward it, unable to resist Ramiel’s ancient summons. Different—the mountain was so different from the barren, terrible presence of the lone peak in the center of Prythian. Ramiel had always felt alive, somehow. Awake and watchful.
Felt alive somehow? Is it because Fionn is sleeping in there? With Fianna?
Ramiel rose higher still, a shard of stone piercing the gray sky. Beautiful and lonely. Eternal and ageless. No wonder that first ruler of the Night Court had made this his insignia. Along with the three stars that only appeared for a brief window each year, framing the uppermost peak of Ramiel like a crown. It was during that window when the Rite occurred. Which had come first: the insignia or the Rite, Cassian didn’t know. Had never really cared to find out. (Acofas)
The thing Cassian says about the insignia is really interesting. Which one came first? The rite? or the insignia?
We know that the courts took place after the fall of Fionn in Acotar.
Rhys’s eyes flicked to Ataraxia, then to Cassian. “Some strains of the mythology claim that one of the Fae heroes who rose up to overthrow them was Fionn, who was given the great sword Gwydion by the High Priestess Oleanna, who had dipped it into the Cauldron itself. Fionn and Gwydion overthrew the Daglan. A millennium of peace followed, and the lands were divided into rough territories that were the precursors to the courts—but at the end of those thousand years, they were at each other’s throats, on the brink of war.” His face tightened. “Fionn unified them and set himself above them as High King. The first and only High King this land has ever had.” Nesta could have sworn the last words were spoken with a sharp look toward Cassian. But Cassian only winked at Rhys. “What happened to the High King?” Feyre asked. Rhys ran a hand over a page of the book. “Fionn was betrayed by his queen, who had been leader of her own territory, and by his dearest friend, who was his general. They killed him, taking some of his bloodline’s most powerful and precious weapons, and then out of the chaos that followed, the seven High Lords rose, and the courts have been in place ever since.”
My theory is that...THE SECOND DAUGHTER was the first ruler of night court.
Did she come back to Acotar and was the first ruler of the Night court? @silverlinedeyes talks about in "The Illyrians—A (Crack) Theory" how illyrians might be demons from hel and the second daughter came back to the acotar with them.
in Hosab we learn that Theia was the queen who betrayed Fionn and she crossed to Crescent city. She had two daughters as far as we know. Helena and the second daughter. What we know about the second daughter is that...she vanished into the night. With Hosab we know that Ruhn and Rhys looks similar...maybe because they came from the same lineage? Ruhn is descendant of Pelias and Helena. So if the second daughter came back to acotar and was the first ruler...that makes ruhn and rhys a distant relative? so that explains why they look the same.
Aidas laughed coldly. “Your celebrated Prince Pelias, the so-called first Starborn Prince, was an impostor. Theia’s other daughter got away—vanished into the night. I never learned of her fate. (Hosab)
The winged, dark-haired male who stepped in behind her … Bryce gasped. “Ruhn?” The male blinked. His eyes were the same shade of violet blue as Ruhn’s. His short hair the same gleaming black. This male’s skin was browner, but the face, the posture … It was her brother’s. His ears were pointed, too, though he also possessed those leathery wings like the two other males.(Hosab)
so there is that.
Which had come first: the insignia or the Rite, Cassian didn’t know. Had never really cared to find out.
Back to Ramiel. Ramiel has a stone on top of it. A sacred stone.
Cassian snorted, but his words were serious. “There’s a sacred stone atop it. Touch the stone first, and you win. It will transport you out immediately.
Before we dive into the stone. We have to talk about Tuatha Dé Danann. I mentioned when I was talking about Fionn.(Also danann...Ruhn Danaan. Hello.) (@offtorivendell talked about Tuatha Dé Danann in her dusk court post so if you wanna read it I will add here.)
The Tuath(a) Dé Danann , meaning "the folk of the goddess Danu"), also known by the earlier name Tuath Dé ("tribe of the gods"),are a supernatural race in Irish mythology. Many of them are thought to represent deities of pre-Christian Gaelic Ireland.
In Irish mythology, *Danu is the reconstructed mother goddess of the Tuatha dé Danann (Old Irish: "The peoples of the goddess Danu"). Though primarily seen as an ancestral figure, some Victorian sources also associate her with the land.
so they are a folk of the goddess Danu. and she is a mother goddess...interesting. We have the Mother in acotar 👀🤭
the members of Tuath(a) Dé Danann.
Prominent members of the Tuath Dé include The Dagda ("the great god"); The Morrígan ("the great queen" or "phantom queen");  Lugh;  Nuada;  Aengus;  Brigid; Manannán; Dian Cecht the healer; and Goibniu the smith, one of the Trí Dé Dána ("three gods of craft").[5] Several of the Tuath Dé are cognate with ancient Celtic deities: Lugh with Lugus, Brigit with Brigantia, Nuada with Nodons, and Ogma with Ogmios.
The Dagda...sounds familiar—The Daglan.
“The Fae were not the first masters of this world. According to our oldest legends, most now forgotten, we were created by beings who were near-gods—and monsters. The Daglan. They ruled for millennia, and enslaved us and the humans. They were petty and cruel and drank the magic of the land like wine.”
and mor. I talked above how Mor was the one seeing one of the "first gods" so it is connected to that.
Other things I think are important about Tuatha Dé Danann.
The Tuatha Dé Danann are described as a supernatural race, much like idealized humans, who are immune from aging and sickness, and who have powers of magic. The powers most often attributed to the Tuath Dé are control over the weather and the elements, and the ability to shapeshift themselves and other things. They are also said to control the fertility of the land; the tale De Gabáil in t-Sída says the first Gaels had to establish friendship with the Tuath Dé before they could raise crops and herds.
Weather and Elemental magic? Sounds familiar. Rhys talks about how the high fae once more elemental.
“Once, the High Fae were more elemental, more given to reading the stars and crafting masterpieces of art and jewelry and weaponry. Their gifts were rawer, more connected to nature, and they could imbue objects with that power.” (Acosf)
and shapeshifting. Rigelus talks about how the Fae from bryce's world could shapeshift.
“Not your kind of Fae, of course—your breed dwelled in a lovely, verdant land, rich with magic. If it’s of any interest to you, your Starborn bloodline specifically hailed from a small isle a few miles from the mainland. And while the mainland had all manner of climes, the isle existed in beautiful, near-permanent twilight. But only a select few in the entirety of your world could shift from their humanoid forms to animal ones."
They are also connected with fertility of the land.
Prison island.HELLO
According to legend, the pegasuses had come from the island the Prison sat upon—had once fed in fair meadows that had long given way to moss and mist. Perhaps that was part of the decline: their homeland had vanished, and whatever had sustained them there was no longer.
So Pegasus were originally from Prison island but whatever had sustained them there was no longer? So... Prison island is dusk court and they were the ones sustaining the fertility of the land but when they vanished they took the magic with them because there was no more Fae to sustain it?
and this is about where Tuath(a) Dé Danann lives.
They live in the Otherworld, which is described as either a parallel world or a heavenly land beyond the sea or under the earth's surface. Many of them are associated with specific places in the landscape, especially the sídh mounds; the ancient burial mounds and passage tombs which are entrances to Otherworld realms.The Tuath Dé can hide themselves with a féth fíada ('magic mist') and appear to humans only when they wish to.
and these are a few description of Prison island.
I stared up at the sharp grassy slope of the small mountain, shivering at the veils of mist that wafted past. Behind us, the land swept away to brutal cliffs and a violent pewter sea. Ahead, nothing but a wide, flat-topped mountain of gray stone and moss. (Acomaf)
Velaris had been brisk, sunny. This place, wherever it was, was freezing, deserted, barren. Only rock and grass and mist and sea. (Acomaf)
also it is interesting that Avallen in CC is also an island and they have the power to use shadows and mist...
But rumor claimed Ruhn’s magic was more like those of his kin who ruled the sacred Fae isle of Avallen across the sea: power to summon shadows or mist that could not only veil the physical world, but the mind as well. Perhaps even telepathy. (Hoeab)
Another reason his father resented him: beyond his Starborn gifts, the bulk of his magic skewed toward his mother’s kin—the Fae who ruled Avallen, the mist-shrouded isle in the north. The sacred heart of Faedom. (Hoeab)
And bryce notes when she comes to Velaris that they wear clothes like they do in Avallen.
The petite, dark-haired female with angular eyes like Fury’s drew up short. Her red-painted mouth dropped open, no doubt at the blood all over Bryce’s face and body. This female was … Fae. Clad in beautiful, yet thoroughly old-fashioned clothes. Like the stuff they wore on Avallen.
so sarah seem to take one thing from the myths and use it in several parts and try to connect them in some way—we will see how they all connect together in the books 👀.
and we lastly have the part I will connect to Ramiel... the four treasures of the Tuath(a) Dé Danann. (Also four threasures... four dread trove. It is not connected to them but it is funny lmao)
Dagda's Cauldron
The Spear of Lugh
Claíomh Solais (The Sword of Light)
Lia Fáil (The Stone of Fal)
Side note: @offtorivendell is going to make a full post about all of these four treasures and she is going to dive more into lugh’s spear being narben and gwydion being the sword of light. So keep your eyes on that 👀🤭 I will tag it when she posts it. Here is the post
Cauldron..I MEAN. It literally explains itself.
The spear of Lugh:
No battle was ever sustained against it, or against the man who held it.
This is one of the other reasons why I think Narben or fourth dread trove might be a spear not a sword.
Remember what Amren said about narben:
“I don’t know, but she found it, and when it would not bend to her, she destroyed it. As she did all good things.” It was as much as Amren would say about that terrible time. “It was perhaps in our favor. Had the King of Hybern possessed Narben, I fear we would have lost the war.”
Claíomh Solais (The Sword of Light):
The Sword of Light or Claidheamh Soluisis a trope object that appears in a number of Irish and Scottish Gaelic folktales. The "Quest for sword of light" formula is catalogued as motif H1337.
The sword may be rendered in English as the "Sword of Light", or "Shining Sword".
HELLO GWYDION/STARSWORD.
Narben’s powers had not been the holy, savior’s light of Gwydion, but ones far darker.(acosf)
The Starsword sang with light, her power flowing into it. Activating it. And nothing had ever felt so right, so easy, as plunging the blade into the bony chest of the wounded Reaper. It arced, bellowing, black blood spurting from its withered lips. (Hosab)
Also Sword of light is described as this.
No one ever escaped from it once it was drawn from its sheath, and no one could resist it. The sword is also described in the Tain legend as "Nuadu's Cainnel"—a glowing bright torch.
You know what that reminds me of.
With shaking fingers, she put it back into its sheath. Dimmed its light. But the Starsword still sang, and Bryce had no idea what to make of it. Of the blade that had slain that which was unkillable. (Hosab)
Lia Fáil (The Stone of Fal):
This is where it gets interesting for Ramiel.
The Lia Fáil; meaning "Stone of Destiny" or "Speaking Stone" to account for its oracular legend) is a stone at the Inauguration Mound (Irish: an Forrad) on the Hill of Tara in County Meath, Ireland, which served as the coronation stone for the High Kings of Ireland.
Coronation stone for the High Kings. Fionn was a high king. 👀
Ramiel has a stone on top of it.
Cassian snorted, but his words were serious. “There’s a sacred stone atop it. Touch the stone first, and you win. It will transport you out immediately. (Acosf)
and it is a living stone. that sang to him.
But when he’d touched the onyx monolith, when he’d felt that ancient force sing into his blood in the heartbeat before it had whisked him back to the safety of Devlon’s camp … It had been worth it. To feel that. With a solemn bow of his head toward Ramiel and the living stone atop it, Cassian caught another swift wind and soared southward.(acofas)
so Lia fail is speaking stone and Cassian felt the sacred stone on top of ramiel sing into his blood and describes it as the living stone.
In myths it is said that the Lia Fail has powers.
The Lia Fáil was thought to be magical: when the rightful High King of Ireland put his feet on it, the stone was said to roar in joy. The stone is also credited with the power to rejuvenate the king and also to endow him with a long reign.
Does this sound familiar? It is like the gates in Crescent City. They took power when people made a wish and this way Bryce was like a gate because her powers comes from the gate.
“Your power came from the Gate—with a shit-ton of firstlight mixed in. So your magic—beyond the light, I mean— needs to be powered up. It relies on firstlight, or any other form of energy it can get. You’re literally a Gate: you can take in power and offer it. But it seems the similarity ends there. The Gates can store power indefinitely, while yours clearly peters out after a while.”(Hosab)
So what if the stone is keeping Fionn alive in Ramiel? what if it's feeding him? Or is the stone on top of ramiel is a daglan creation and under ramiel they have their feeding point like in hosab?
Also Lia fail is connected with Fianna. As I mentioned they were the warriors that served Fionn.
It is from this stone the Tuatha Dé Danann metonymically named Ireland Inis Fáil (inis meaning island), and from this Fál became an ancient name for Ireland. Fál in Old Irish means several things like hedge, enclosure or king, ruler. In this respect, therefore, Lia Fáil came to mean 'Stone of Ireland'. Inisfail appears as a synonym for Erin in some Irish romantic and nationalist poetry in English in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries; Aubrey Thomas de Vere's 1863 poem Inisfail is an example. The term Fianna Fáil ("the Fianna, warriors, or army of Ireland"; sometimes rendered "the soldiers of destiny") has been used as a sobriquet for the Irish Volunteers; on the cap badge of the Irish Army; in the opening line of the Irish-language version of Amhrán na bhFiann, the Irish national anthem; and as the name of the Fianna Fáil political party, one of the main parties in Ireland.
this is from what I added to fianna. > Scholars believe the fian was a rite of passage into manhood, and have linked fianna with similar young warrior bands in other early European cultures
In blood rite they try to touch the stone on top of Ramiel. In Fianna they have fian which is a rite to passage into manhood. Fianna is connected with Lia Fais(speaking stone) and Ramiel has a stone on top of it that sings.
So I think that's all. Thanks for reading.
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Can I please ask for the Ainur' reaction following their S/O to sleep? I just read the one about the House of Fingolfin and SQUEALS THATS SO CUTE *heart eyes*
a/n: I'm glad you enjoyed that one. Hope you like this one as well 😁
The Ainur ━ Finding their s/o sleeping in their bed
Manwë
Being the Elder King of all Arda meant spending hours even days away from you, so it wasn't a surprise when he enters his chambers to find you curled up against his pillow. His face would soften immediately and all the stress would drift away. Manwe would be quick to find himself pressed against your side and curling his arms around you.
Eönwë
When he returns from the War of Wrath and sees you clutching his feather tightly with a crunched face, he would feel saddened by the separation and guilty. Flying himself to your side, his wings immediately stretches you to cover you both before he pulled you in and kisses your head.
Tilion
Returning from his nightly shift of guiding moon across the night's sky, he stumbles into his cabin to witness you sprawled eagle style across his bed. The brilliant smile that spreads across his face as he crosses the room and sits at the edge increases his glow when you roll after sensing his presence.
Irmo
He knew you were an early riser, but was surprised when he found you still curled up in his bed, swaddled by all his feathery blankets. Light snores escaped your lips while your hands were silently roaming his side for his warmth. Irmo couldn't help but return to his side before you rolled off the bed in search of him.
Námo
After months of dealing with a fresh bath of fëar arriving at Mandos, he finally had time to take a short break and catch some rest. What he didn't expect was to fall asleep and meet you curled into his side with your arm and leg across him. Despite needing to return to his duties, Namo decided to spend a few extra hours cuddling with you.
Mairon
The last thing he expected to see in his bed, let alone napping, were you sprawled across his red velvet and gold beddings. Shaking his head at the sight of you, he found it unfair that you had taken up all the space and left no room for him which meant dealing with a grumpy you if he shifted you around. But, it didn't prevent him from rolling into bed while lifting your body to rest halfway atop him.
Melkor
While the Dark Lord rested, he never expected to feel a small slap across his face followed by incoherent mumblings. Flying up and turning to his side, there he observed you wiggling about in his bed, sleep fighting. Sighing with a shake of his head, he knew better than to nap close to you as he was a victim of your unorthodox bodily movements.
Tulkas
After wrestling, sparring and competing in numerous sporting events alongside the mighty Vala, he expected you to feel weary, but not sleeping in his bed. Sympathising with your tired state and chuckling at how you were lying due to the aches in your bones, he found himself sitting beside you while stroking your head with a smile on his face.
Oromë
The hunter knew that due to your mortal status, staying up for lengthy periods was not compatible with your anatomy, so it was no surprise when you called it a night during the hunt. When he returned weeks later, he was greeted by you nestled under his quilts directly in the moonlight. Oromë couldn't help but stand in the doorway and stare at how majestic you appeared.
Ulmo
You knew how busy your Lord was since he was tasked with assisting the Edain and Eldar in Middle Earth. When you saw him flop on his bed and drown in sleep, you decided that it would be sweet to cuddle him and provide that extra comfort. You can imagine Ulmo's surprise when he turns in his slumber and felt your arms encircling his body.
Ossë
Making his usual trip to your beach house every week, he waded through your house silently while carrying some of your favourite seashells to surprise you. But to his surprise, he stumbled upon you clutching your pillow and mumbling his name in a saddened voice. Ossë couldn't help but flop to your side and cradle your smaller frame, basking you in affection.
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My brainrot over it is driving me crazy, so I will now be rambling about my Honkai Star Rail x Hualian AU. I haven’t been able to discuss it with anyone because I’ve got no friends who are TGCF mains, who also enjoy HSR & know a decent amount of lore…
(If you are that person and are 18+, then please please please please let me spill the contents of my overfilled brain in your presence, thank you. I need more friends… especially ones who like TGCF.)
Anyways, time to let my rambling begin. For now I’ll talk about Hualian and relevant info about them, the plot I have in mind is still being sorted out.
Their lives take place on the Xianzhou Luofu, and the plot starts when they’re young childhood friends, around 100 years or so before the present (in game.)
Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are both from the Vidyadhara race, though they’re drastically different. Hua Cheng isn’t as pure in blood, thus he resembles the various npcs with pointed ears you see walking around the Luofu. No horns, no tail, and no important social status. Xie Lian on the other hand, is more pure in blood. (this may be going slightly against canon hsr lore, since I’m pretty sure only those chosen as successors for the High Elder position can have a tail and horns. I think that’s silly though, so in this AU horns and tail can exist on Vidyadhara who aren’t the High Elder, it’s just rare to find one. They merely lack the power which is strictly for the High Elder position.) Xie Lian is a rarity among Vidyadhara as he has horns and a tail, thus he was held in high regard even in his past reincarnation. He has no interest in learning about his past self though, and was adamant about it ever since he could express it after hatching from his shell.
I am still debating where to place the “present day” plot. I’m not sure if I’d like to have everything occur before the Stellaron burst, or have it occur during and after. Most of my plot takes place in the present, as the past is for showing the childhood friendship between Hualian prior to Hua Cheng’s mysterious disappearance.
Now, for their paths, elements, and affiliations.
Hua Cheng:
• Path of The Destruction / Quantum / Stellaron Hunter
Xie Lian:
• Path of The Erudition / Imaginary / Judge in the Ten-Lords Commission
As for their weapons, Xie Lian will normally wield a sword which I will design based off Fang Xin’s manhua look. Ruoye will exist, I am just trying to figure out how to make Ruoye fit in.
E-Ming exists as well, and I DO have lore for it, thanks to the latest patch in hsr. E-Ming is a Heliobus that Hua Cheng encountered outside the Luofu, it took the form of a Scimitar. It approached Hua Cheng with a singular wish, to be wielded and used as a mighty weapon by a capable swordsman. Hua Cheng is not a fool, however, and knows that the Heliobi are parasitic in nature… at least, the ones he heard about on the Luofu were. In exchange for wielding E-Ming as his weapon, the Heliobus must agree to be bound to him permanently, and sealed in a way where it was under his control, not vice versa. Thus it explains how Hua Cheng lost the red eye he loathed so much. E-Ming was sealed within the eye Hua Cheng tore from himself, and with the blood he had spilled, E-Ming was then bound to him. E-Ming had no issue with this though, as it had not been exposed to human emotions and remained an innocent being. (This is me just taking the fact that a Heliobus can be sealed inside someone (HuoHuo) and running with the idea to make it fit Hua Cheng.)
That is all I shall share for now, forgive the fact that this is all kinda unorganized…
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cilil · 11 months
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Hi again! I did not see bath/shower sex marked off of the Spicy Bingo
May I request that with Mairon and Fem reader???
OR OR OR hear me out Orome and fem reader
🫣😁😁😁
Please and thank you!
Author's Note: Thanks so much for your request! I decided to go for Oromë because I really felt like writing for him and noticed I haven't really done so (at least not in terms of smut).
Also sorry it took a while, I was sick for a few weeks. Hope it's worth the wait!
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ೃ♡⁀➷ Spicy Bingo: Bath/shower sex + Oromë x reader ৎ୭
"There you are, my little deer," Oromë says softly and reaches for your chin to gently tilt your head and guide you into a kiss. "Do you miss the company of a fellow hunter?"
ৎ୭ Synopsis: After another successful hunting trip, Oromë joins his favourite Maia in the shower.
ৎ୭ Featuring: Fem!reader, Maia!reader, 2nd person POV, smut
ৎ୭ Oneshot (~950 words)
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The hunt was successful. 
You smile to yourself as warm water flows down your fána, easing the tension of your muscles. Nothing makes you feel more alive than joining your lord on his hunting trips, running through forests of Valinor and chasing prey to your heart's content; and nothing makes you happier than Oromë's warm, proud smile when you and the other hunters show him what you caught and the way he praises you. 
"Good girl."
A pleasant shiver goes down your spine upon recalling his words and the way he said them to you with his deep, mighty voice while his large hand playfully ruffled your hair. Oromë doesn't shy away from showing you affection, and you appreciate it, even find yourself craving it. 
As if your lord sensed your desire, you suddenly feel his presence when you reach for the soap and strong arms wrap around you from behind soon after, pulling you flush against his taller, stronger fána. Your breath hitches as you notice that he, too, is naked. 
"There you are, my little deer," Oromë says softly and reaches for your chin to gently tilt your head and guide you into a kiss. "Do you miss the company of a fellow hunter?" 
His free hand slowly trails down your side and you lean into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his calloused palm exploring you. Yet before you can close your eyes and lose yourself in the pleasant sensation of being so close to your beloved Vala, you suddenly find yourself pushed up against the shower wall. 
It's in situations like these that you truly realise how much taller and stronger Oromë is, his muscular form nearly hiding your fána from view as he leans in for another kiss, and you look up at him in awe. Your hands reach for his broad shoulders to hold on to, and you feel a rush of wetness between your legs when he continues to toy with you. Lips claim yours, hands caress your skin and cup your breasts before one makes its way further and further down until a finger dips between your dripping folds. 
"My little deer is excited," Oromë says, a low purr rumbling in his chest, and pushes inside. 
You arch your back and rock your hips against his hand. "Yes, my lord... please-!" 
"Please what?"
His green eyes twinkle with amusement, and you know what he wants to hear. 
"Please fuck me. I need–" 
A soft moan falls from your lips when his thumb teasingly brushes against your clit. 
Oromë chuckles. "How could I say no to such a request after you did so well for me today? And especially when my darling fawn is asking so nicely?" 
He withdraws his hand and lifts you up with ease. Your legs wrap around his hips reflexively, and you let out a low whine when you feel his cock slowly entering you, your walls parting to welcome him inside. The Vala of the Hunt isn't known for his gentleness, yet he's always careful not to hurt you and patiently waits for your fána to get used to his size before he starts moving. 
You feel him seizing a fistful of your hair, carefully pulling on it to expose your neck, and peppering it with small kisses and bites. Oromë's thrusts are slow and deep as he focuses on his task, and you feel another rush of excitement when you think about your lord marking you in more ways than one, for everyone to see to whom you belong. Moans and whines keep spilling from your lips, despite your best efforts to keep your noises down, reminding yourself that the rest of hunters are close by as well. 
"Oh no, little one. Do not deprive me of your beautiful noises," Oromë whispers in your ear and gently bites your auricle. 
You nod, and your lips part to accommodate his request–yet before you can so much as gasp in surprise, he lets go of your hair and starts fucking you hard and fast, his patience wearing thin. Reflexively, your hands wrap around his neck for support. Even if Oromë hadn't told you to let him hear your voice, you wouldn't have been able to remain quiet. It simply feels too good to be claimed and taken with the fierce passion of a hunter, to be supported and held in place by his larger, stronger fána, to rest your face on his shoulder and inhaling his wild scent. 
Eyes half-lidded, you watch droplets of water running down his muscular chest, but your reverie is interrupted when you feel Oromë's hand between your legs once more, now more determined than ever to coax a sweet climax out of your trembling body. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, eyes closing as you helplessly rut against him until you finally find your release and clench around him hard, as if to draw him into an embrace of bliss. 
It doesn't take long for Oromë to follow suit, and he lets out a low growl when he thrusts inside you one last time and fills you with his essence. The thought of being marked by him so thoroughly, of carrying his scent for days, if not weeks, to come makes you feel dizzy with pride and contentment. 
"It seems you will have to wash yourself again, little deer," he says, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "But worry not. I will take care of you." 
You nod, relieved to still have his arms around you; whether your legs could carry you after this, you aren't sure. Yet only one thought remains on your mind as you bathe in the heady afterglow of your climax–your beloved Vala is pleased with you.
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What Monster Hunter weapons do you think the NDA people would use?
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT (All my life, oh lord~!). I wrote up a whole list of what weapons the NDA detectives and the train group would use along with bits on their background as hunters before Rain Code released! It's pretty outdated and I've yet to update it since finishing the game, but I've definitely got ideas cycling in my head for a sort of crossover AU for Rain Code n Monster Hunter Rise Sunbreak. I'll save that for a rainy day, onto the weapons for the NDA detectives!
Yuma - Of course I'm gonna give the lil lad the typical beginner weapon of sword and shield! Offensive and defensive, small but mighty, it suits him well. It's cute to imagine he started out with sword and shield before going on to using and mastering all the other weapons as Number One, but he ends up preferring to wield the weapon he started out with.
Halara - The most accurate long sword user to ever exist. While highly skilled, they hunt on their own terms, even if it's at the expense of their teammates. Prepare to get stunned out of a majority of your attacks when going on a hunt with Halara.
Desuhiko - Let's be real, the hunting horn was made for him. He's memorized all the combos by heart and he's damn proud of it and loves to show it off every chance he gets. He showers his teammates in buffs while also adoring being showered with praise.
Fubuki - She'd be surprisingly handy with a light bowgun methinks. She keeps her distance, which allows her to be a great support for the ones in the frontlines of the hunt. If only she could remember to reload more often.
Vivia - He'd make for a very tactical bow wielder. Agile and elegant, while also keeping at a safer range as to not tire himself out as quickly as other weapons would. His favorite coating to apply to his arrows is the sleep coating. When working with other hunters, it proves difficult to use these special arrows successfully, as his eager teammates always prematurely wake up the monster.
Yakou - Finding someone who wields a gunlance is rare, but finding someone who's mastered the gunlance is even rarer. Yakou's skills with this weapon are a testament to his experience as a hunter, taking on the brunt of the monster's aggression. The last thing his teammates or the monster expects is to see Yakou rocketing through the air toward them with a hearty battle cry.
I have notes written up on the train group's weapons, and I'd also like to pick out weapons for the Amaterasu higher-ups, too! So maybe some other time I'll list them as well since I love this topic.
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Oh how I have been waiting for this entry (and several other ones, but those haven’t arrived yet). So. Quincey. The man hears about how vampires can become bats, and notices one chilling at the window. So he decides he’s going to end things then and there. And honestly, if that bat was Dracula then that makes the scene all the more awesome.
Just picture it. Here is this lord of the night using his supernatural powers to spy upon those that would challenge him. But then he hears the sound of the hammer of a gun clicking back. He spins around, and somehow, despite all his supernatural and current bat-level hearing, there’s this cowboy standing there barrel of his gun pointed right at him. And when you’re the size of a bat, that’s a mighty big barrel. And right before Quincey fires, he just quietly says “Yippee-ki-yay”. I like to think that Quincey at least managed to graze him with that shot, and after Dracula gets back to Carfax he’s clutching the wound and swearing up a storm.
But then this moment of awesomeness is followed by the immediate and immense comedy of the bullet ricocheting around the room and the mighty hunter having to awkwardly apologize and explain himself. Never change, Quincey.
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Prompt #7: Noisome
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The noisome odor hit his nose, and Mathye stopped in his tracks. His instincts--already on high alert because of the party--were now screaming. He knew that smell all too intimately, because he'd taken it upon himself to learn what it was ever since he'd first Primed.
Corrupted-crystals?!
"Hey!" Came a gruff voice. "Take it fuckin' easy with those things! They break, we ain't got nothing to hold that Dominant down!"
"Which fucking one? There's two of them in the room!"
"Three, you pissant! Apparently the Dominant of that bird that showed up in Limsa's with the Ishgardians. His Lord High and Mighty was gonna suss them out, and then get them alone to clap them in the irons, see?" Mathye exhaled lowly at those words, keeping himself pressed against the wall. He sent up a silent prayer of thanksgiving to the Twelve that he'd listened to his instincts and Riven's own. Teledji Adeledji's little gathering to introduce the Crystal Braves--so soon after the Waking Sands had been razed--just hadn't been sitting right with the medic. The Monetarist was too helpful. Too generous. Of the Crystal Braves' leader--the white-haired Sharlayan youth, Mathye was holding his tongue. Biting it to the point of blood, really. Ishgard was in a precarious enough position politically with the rest of Eorzea as it was, and telling a brat off would just make matters worse.
I should get out of here before they spot me. Surely they'd spent enough time at the party that he and Augustine could leave. With any luck Riven would have met up with Sebastian, who would have most certainly spirited her out of the city. Mathye pushed himself away from the alcove, being careful to keep his footsteps slow--and light as he possibly could. The latter was hard, considering his right leg from mid-thigh on down was a prosthetic.
"What's he want with a Dominant anyroad? Gonna truss her up and present her to the sultana?"
"I don't know, and I ain't asking. None of my business, and it shouldn't be any of yours! Do the job, get paid, get out!" Mathye in the meantime had made it to the end of the hallway, opening the door and slipping out. Making sure the heavy wood shut quietly behind him, he looked around to make sure he was alone. Then he put a hand to his right ear, activating his linkpearl.
"Augustine?" Several moments passed, (Augustine apparently had to excuse himself to a corner), and then Mathye spoke again.
"We need to leave. Now. This whole thing was a trap for Adeledji to get Riven! He has eikon-hunters here with anti-magic irons!"
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i-am-still-khel · 4 months
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Part 1 of ?
“Mom!” Kili bounced up and down on Fili’s bed. “Tell us a story!”
“Don’t jump on the bed, dear,” Dis corrected. “You jump if you’re on the floor, but if you’re going to be on the bed you need to keep your body quiet.”
Kili stopped bouncing, but he was still vibrating to a certain extent. “Story? Please?”
“Alright,” Dis said. She sat down on the edge of Fili’s bed and scooted back so that she could recline against the headboard. “Come here,” Dis held her arms out to her children. Kili promptly crawled into his mother’s lap and rested his head on her chest. Fili waited for Kili to settle before he crawled up to sit beside her and curled in against her side. He reached out and brushed Kili’s hair from his eyes. 
“Story!” Kili prompted while squirming excitedly.
“And what story do you want to hear, my little boy?” Dis tapped the tip of Kili’s nose. 
“An exciting one!”
“I know a lot of those,” Dis said thoughtfully.
“One with a dragon?” Fili offered. 
“Oh! Yes, please!” Kili agreed loudly. 
A King a long time ago was born with a gift that turned into a curse. Fire leapt from his fingertips and he could turn anything he touched into gold. He became very powerful and very wealthy. He kept turning things to gold and he took advantage of his allies. He was caught selling gold plated items. 
“Why not just make the whole thing gold?” Fili asked.
“It did take some effort to do these things especially on such a large scale like the king was doing it,” Dis answered. 
This caused tension with his allies. And then he reneged on a deal that he had made with the Elves of Mirkwood. The King had promised the elven lord some glorious jewels set in silver. And then the King decided to keep those jewels for himself because he was unable to manipulate silver in the way he could gold. The elven lord cursed the king saying that his gifts would be turned against him and that his family line would fall to ruin. 
And that was exactly what happened. 
The King was a mighty hunter. And one day many years later when he was out hunting he took down a stag. And instead of just keeping the antlers as they were, the King touched them and they began to turn to gold. The cold spread from the tines to the animal’s head. But as the gold spread the King began to change. By the time that the antlers were made entirely of gold the King was no longer recognizable. 
Kili’s eyes were wide and he pressed in closer to his mother. 
The King had become a flame red dragon with golden eyes. He tried to change himself back. He turned the canyon wall to gold, but the wall crumbled beneath his claws sending boulders crashing down upon his men. And the King was still unchanged. And he never did recover his human form. It was said that he travelled far into the mountains and that is where he still dwells surrounded by piles of gold. And you can find his mountain by looking for one that is not capped with snow because his breath is like a furnace and the very stone is warm to the touch and the snow melts the second it touches the black stone. 
His family never saw him again. But his curse was passed down to his children and his grandchildren.
“Wow…” Kili breathed, his eyes starting to drift.
“Did that really happen?” Fili asked.
“Well…” Dis struggled to stand up while holding Kili as he drifted the rest of the way into sleep. “That depends, Fili.” Dis laid Kili down in his bed and pulled his blankets up to his chin. She kissed his forehead and ran a finger down his soft nose. “Sleep tight,” she murmured before she turned her attention back to Fili who was now kneeling in the middle of his bed. 
“Some fairy tales start from a seed that was true, but the plant itself is not real.”
Fili frowned. “What would  be the true part of this story?”
“What do you think it would be?”
“I dunno,” Fili said slowly, thinking. “Maybe the king? He seemed pretty important.”
“The king was a real person,” Dis confirmed.
Fili’s eyes went wide then. He was a little old to believe in dragon stories as wholeheartedly as Kili, but the awe was still there. “Who was it?”
“You did not know them,” Dis replied. “And that king was very greedy. He hurt his friends and his family alike. And he did leave. No one knows what happened to him, but even his own children did not miss him very much.”
“That’s sad…” Fili’s nose wrinkled.
Dis nodded. “It is.” She sat down on the edge of Fili’s bed and pulled him into her lap; he went willingly and curled up in the same way that Kili had even though he was getting far too big for such things.
“I would miss you if you disappeared, Mama.”
“I would miss you, too, Fili.”
Fili burrowed his face into his mother’s chest and stayed there until he grew heavy with sleep and Dis transferred him to his bed and tucked him in with his blankets and pillows the same way that she had with Kili.
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365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…
October 25th - Blade the Vampire Hunter
Eric Brooks was born in London in the late 1920’s.  His father, Lucas Cross, was a member of a secret mystical society known as the Order of Tyrana.  Sought out by the Latvian authorities, Cross sent his pregnant wife Tara to England.  There she took the name ‘Vanessa Brooks’ and found shelter with another member of the Order of Tyrana. Tara experienced labor complications and sought out a doctor’s aide.  Unfortunately, this doctor was actually the vampire known as Deacon Frost.  Frost feed on Tara as she gave birth to her son.  The process caused the newborn to become a human/vampire hybrid, also known as a ‘Dhampir.’ Frost was driven away before he could slay the child, but Tara perished, leaving the orphaned Eric Brooks to be raised by members of the Order of Tyrana who kept him safe in a Soho brothel.    
In his youth, Eric encountered the American vampire hunter, Jamal Afari, who saved him from a vampire attack.  Atari would go on to become a mentor and father figure to Eric, training him in the ways of hunting vampires.  As a Dhampir, Eric possessed many of the strengths and abilities of a vampire without their weaknesses nor need to feed on human blood.  Along with a greatly elongated lifespan, Eric possesses enhanced physical attributes, speed, strength and durability, as well as any ability to heal rapidly from injury or sickness.  These powers made Eric a truly formidable vampire hunter.  He took on the name ‘Blade’ and quickly became a renowned and feared hunter of the undead.  
Blade fought alongside the Allied Forces covert team, The Secret Invaders, during the Second World War.   Thereafter he relocated to the United States and joined up with a team of fellow hunters tracking Count Dracula.  In the 1970’s, Blade traveled to New York and became a member of a team of heroes retroactively known as the Mighty Avengers.   The team disbanded after they succeeded in bringing down the evil cabal called The Deathwalkers.  
Blade continued his pursuit of Dracula, spending the next few decades chasing the vampire lord whilst also taking down numerous vampire threats all over the world.  This included numerous battles with the proto-vampire, Morbius.  Blade later teamed up with Hannibal King, a vampire who refused to feed on humans.  Blade and King joined forces to hunt down Deacon Frost, the vampire who killed Blade’s mother.   After finally killing Frost, Blade and King sought out the Darkhold, a magical tome that contained an incantation that could destroy all vampires.  They succeeded in their mission and Dr. Strange cast a spell that seemingly killed Dracula and all over vampires on earth.   Blade would go on to act as a member of the Midnight Sons, seeking out new mystical menaces threatening mankind.  
The ‘Montesi Formula,’ the conjuration that had destroyed all vampires, weakened and ultimately dissipated completely, leading to the return of vampires and Count Dracula.   As such, Blade resumed his vampire hunting and ended up having to face his father, Lucas Cross, who had himself been transformed into a vampire.  
Blade would go on to serve in the British governmental superhero team, MI-13 and later aided the X-Men in their battle against the forces of Dracula.  Blade has additionally served as a member of both the newer iteration of The Mighty Avengers as well as the main Avengers squad.  
Actor Wesley Snipes portrayed Blade in three films from New Line Cinema and actor Sticky Fingaz portrayed the hero in the Blade television series; whereas actor Mahershala Ali is set to play the role of Blade in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.  The hero first appeared in the pages of Tomb of Dracula #10 (1973).
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Line Upon Line Lesson 010: Before the Lord?
Genesis 10:9 - He was a mighty hunter before the Lord; therefore it is said, “Like Nimrod the mighty hunter before the Lord.”
Nimrod is not a commonly seen name.  If you encounter the term “nimrod,” you would probably see it in the context of an “inept fool” or “idiot.”  This usage was popularized in Looney Tunes cartoons in the 1930s.  Bugs Bunny calls Elmer Fudd a “nimrod,” mocking him by comparing the hapless cartoon hunter to the mighty hunter of the Bible.
What does Genesis 10:9 mean?  
Let’s read together Genesis 10:8-12.
Nimrod is described by the Bible as a “mighty one” and a “mighty hunter.”  He also built several cities, including Babel and Nineveh.  Apparently, Nimrod was so famous in his time, his name became a proverb.
So, is it a good thing to be like Nimrod?
Let’s read together Genesis 4:16-17; Genesis 11:1-4; Daniel 1:1-2; and Micah 6:8.
The name Nimrod in Hebrew means “we will rebel.”  Note that Cain built the first city in the Bible.  Nimrod built at least four cities.  The Babylonians and the Assyrians, enemies of God’s people, descended from Nimrod’s kingdom.
The word “before” in Genesis 10:9 is translated from the Hebrew word “liph’ney,” which literally means “in the face of.”
I propose that being “before the Lord” does not mean being loyal to God in this verse.  Rather “before the Lord” means something like in opposition to God or even in place of God.
Nimrod may have used his great hunting skills to amass enough of a following to build cities and rule over them.  The Tower of Babel, whether started under the direction of Nimrod or by a generation following him, challenged the sovereignty of God.  Perhaps Nimrod was such a tyrant, his very name became associated with tyranny and defiance of God.
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Hircine's role as The Huntsman is well-established and famous, of course, but what is made little of is the most obvious part of Hircine's most common appearance: He wears the face of a stag. He wields a hunter's spear, directs a hunting pack, yes, but he wears the guise of prey.
I think there could be some more to be made of that, before we even get into the areas of His Aspects. Hircine, in his primary aspect as The Hunter, willingly feeding his children upon his own flesh, ever-renewing? Hircine, inverting the game of Hare and Hound at will, taking the role of the pursued to remind His children of the respect and wariness that are their prey's rightful dues, at the point of His mighty antlers? He takes the form of a white stag to lure the mortal hunter, yes, but there are so many more ways to explore this side of His nature. To say nothing of rutting Uricanbeg, thief of maidens and Lord of the Herds.
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defiante · 7 months
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[ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers (wild lilies!)
for Clive!
―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 : open.
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𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 as the sun hides behind mountains, ready to set to rest in the distance, leaving this shard to its darkness. they have traveled far, enough for clive to catch his own breath walking behind the unlikely companion — a warrior nonetheless, her armor scathed by time just like his very own. truthfully, the lands of valisthea have been kinder than expected, although the blight still plagues its sides, and clive had suggested to find respite away from the darkness encompassing the lands, there where they could still hide in for the night, at the corners where they might yet rest before the morrow without a dangerous sight interrupting. it's nothing noticeable, the campfire he starts to set up for the two figures, so unknown to one another yet so close in companionship now, sharing the travel with an uncommon comfort. the words they had shared along the way were scarce, yet clive seemed to enjoy the sound of the calming voice coming from her — eva, he recalls. he had not dared call her name yet, almost out of respect, as if a lord still resided in him now, even as years have gone by and his name a different variant than the high and mighty rosfield.
but no lord is found, rather a hunter and nothing else — he has been sent on the search of a mark, one that took little convincing and his traveling company seemed to be of the same interest and hunger. clive sets the few logs found as he scavenged around, back to their momentary post among the trees with torgal at his back, content to carry a stick in his mouth, mimicking his owner. clive turns and his body twists, neck craning to find a trace of the missing figure, eva nowhere in sight as it seems. he's attentive as he sets things down, her belongings left unguarded next to his few ones, thickening the cloud of doubt he has formed for himself.
the trees cackle at him, wind rising as the night sets, stars shining in mockery above. has he been left alone — ? a sigh is caught in his chest, it would not be the first time, but the thoughts of worry storm his echo chambers even as he sets the fire, igniting flames from his bare hands with ease. his defenses are high still, but as glacial gaze pierces through the findings of her belongings, a frightening thought sends shiver down his spine. would a warrior presenting the way she did to him be raptured, without a trace like so? it bests him, and he must surrender to the worry that straightens his back, once more searching with his eyes. ❝ — ..eva? ❞ it's a kind call, soft in its intent and tone, as to not let the echo call back to him from the trees he talks to. yet, the ghost of preoccupation sets once more, brows furrowing at the silence that whips back at him.
it's short lived, at the very least — he turns, black cape following the swiftness of his movement, only to find the tilting head of the dragoon aimed at his way, the straightness of lips' line making him rethink his entire train of thought. his mouth is agape with words intently trying to follow, but the sound is caught in his throat the moment he's offered what she holds in her arms. her words seem lost on him — not for lack of interest! but rather, surprise overflowing, something about having this finding nearby and wanting to offer it to him, as her body language suggests: wild lillies. lashes flutter as he blinks, his chest raising and falling like a chore for a moment, shoulders tense. his gaze is lost in hers for a long moment before realizing the meaning of her words and at once he studies the colors overflowing from the offering: never has he seen the purity of white in such a resplendent shade — yet alone, offered to him. ❝ i thought — oh. ❞ the bearer. the shield. flowers were reserved for joshua, for the delicacy of his being — he was a warrior and nothing else.
he swiftly grabs for the gloves that had gone away from his skin before, wearing them quickly almost out of instinct and reflex before allowing his touch to be wrapped around the stem of one of the two flowers, careful, attentive. eyes look for all of the flower's perfection, almost inquisitive of a thing that never before he has seen. there were flowers — back at home. they almost look like these. it's a swift decision that overrides his previous concern, words lost in the process, surprise lingering on his breath. the whitest of lilies in his worn glove creates a high contrast, one that seems to die easily as he looks back at her. she seems more fitting, does she not? of delicacy, of white. the line of his lip turns upward for a mere second, before his touch reaches forward, flower following his path — he catches the end of her long hair as it lays on her shoulder, pressing the end of the lily through the strands, now adorning the curled hair. ❝ thank you. ❞ friend or foe, kindness can be shared.
friend or foe, white suits her best.
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---"S U N S E T, P A R T 4, N A I V E"---
I, Thirteen, was going to face fear head on.
I am going to kill a god.
Self proclaimed 'Lord Helios' Ex-hero Sohn was trying to bring me to judgement. And he had no short of help doing so. Street thugs, bounty hunters, cops, and even soldiers where hunting me down trying to claim the prize.
Unfortunately for them, I am not some helpless castaway. I am a monster... unfortunately. The hunt is tempting me to use my powers. But I refuse to accept my power for it will rule me. It is a scary thing, that preys my mind at every turn. How long can I go before I give in? One thing to me was clear: someone was out for me, and it is making things worse.
I wondered at first where Sohn was located, but it didn't take long for me to learn. Apparently, Sohn had built an massive castle suspended in air by some mysterious power. Anyone could spot it from miles away because the area around it was always stuck in eternal, fiery light. I portaled up to the top of the castle where, I immediately bumped into the guards. They were all big N0-TRONS mechanisms, which obstructed my path with their wiry limbs. I ready myself for a fight, but was surprised when the N0-TRONS backed off. A young girl, inducted into the N0-TRON mind, wearing a fluttering white dress stepped in front of me a droned.
???:"Greetings inferior one. My name is Starh and you have come to right place."
Thirteen:"Oh I am at the right place, cause I am about to wrong you all."
Starh:"Naive. Your efforts are in vain, for there is no conflict in this sacred place. Any disputes you have brought must be resolved with his majesty, Helios."
Thirteen:"I ain't listening to no high and mighty..."
*CRAACK*
Thirteen:"AAAAUGGHH!!!"
Starh:"Fool are you to call the divine by such foolish words. Trons, take the inferior in for trial before Helios."
The N0-TRONS lifted me up and dragged me away into the gigantic doors of the castle. 'Now or never' I thought in my mind as I saw my fate could come closer with each aching step.
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