#mythill

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Detlef was a red fox raised by a Dwarf Settlement. A mining group that took their time gathering ore for their small dwellings blacksmith forge. It was a place of hard work and peace but one of their folks took Detlef as a cub into their fold. Detlef couldn't tell you what happened to his mother and siblings but he knew that he was never without something with his family now. He worked hard to growing up nice and strong, he carried his share of a rocks and pebbles even from a young age. He warmed his Uncles necks with his fur in the harsh winters, he hunted food when they were running low on meats, he did everything he could to be useful.

It was upon his fifth year of being with these people that he was introduced to their most guarded secret. A fearsome dragon, though small to the trees he runs between everyday to seek out rabbit huts, he was in awe of the scaled lizard that spoke with such a sleepy and lazy tone that it was hard to keep track of what they were saying. It was after this encounter that Detlef was given his name, his magic boosted and his usefulness grown in the eyes of his family.

He'd later find out that this Dragon was named, Fafnir.

As he grow now on two legs, he carried baskets of rocks away from the mining sights, he aided his uncles and aunties in the forge, swinging hammer and melting ore. He cleaned the kitchens and ate with his fellow blacksmiths as he earned his part amongst them all… As happiness seemed to be at its peak, did it happen. Horseback and shining armour, greed of humanity on the verge of war with their neighbours and they took to the mountains to take what they think they deserved.

The slaughtering of Dwarf and Man was a sight Detlef would never forget, as he was tossed from his place by an Uncle and thrown down the side of a cliff edge, he could never forget the sight of his Father, Dhosdrerlun be pierced through the chest as his sword was torn from his hands. Blacking out when the collision with the Earth - it was only due to his magic that he survived the pain and shock of his fall. Though he woke late, very late - covered in debris, a couple of his families bodies, bled out and colder than the rocks under him.

Broken arm, sprained ankle, internal bleeding - it mattered not his own condition but he witnessed the world for what it really was. Humans especially. Rage was quick to take over his grief, clinging to rock with a hiss on his tongue, pushing his body thorugh the agony to climb the rockface once more to his home from home. To kneel at his Father's side and touch his icy face and weep into the silent winds. He didn't know what to do when he witnessed it now, how his home no longer burnt of fire and forge but smoke and death. The coldness of the mines opening was dread and no longer inviting to his hearts curiosity…

He was just about to let him succumb to the darkness of his heart but he remembered. This was not just a settlement for work, but a city in the making, as he pushed himself over the corpses of his people, Detlef dwelved deep. The tunnels once covered in moonstones, all of them taken, carved from their fixed wooden beams, the floor once smooth with care and wooden plates, covered in mud - many scents, too many that didn't stink of ironshavings or soot, but blood, gold, oils that made his nose wring from its oddness.

In the depths of the mountain, he fell to his knees before the corpse of Fafnir… The greedy dwarf dragon, that once looks majestic on its bed of swords, hammers, maces - weapons of a beloved beast, but now - all of them, gone. His scales too removed, his wings, claws, even his tail - butchered… but his mouth, his mouth was tightly, so tightly shut. Detlef knew that a dragon's fang was a deadly item, a powerful thing that could be the beat the infamous mythil weaponry in the world head to head in a clash. Yet, Detlef could see it, Fafnir didn't let his fangs be taken. Every other part of him, taken with brutality, this red fox could only weep at his head at the agony they must of held in to never let them go.

Detlef didn't know when he fell asleep here, but he was leaning on the muzzle of the dragon in this moment, only to be greeted with the rasped breath of the drake turned pillow. "Youngest red." Ah, how his lashes filled, hands numb and frostbitten touched over icy deskinned features, weeping into their bloody flesh. "Dragon, O'Dragon, forgive me for being weak." A guilt that he didn't know how to deal with, how his wept for his family, for this home, for that dragon. "Do not weep for them, they fought until their last. Instead, child of Dhosdrerlun Flatforged, burn. Burn with the forge and take my dying wish with you."

Detlef never needed to remember those words anymore, as he felt the last of this dragon's magic be injected in his veins from their connection of limbs. How he felt the dragon's skin, muscle and bone shatter into ash under his very touch… but in that pile was nothing more than the piercing fangs of Fafnir's jaws. Detlef held no more wounds, nor more ache or pain, nor more near death's touch but, he felt the dragon's wrath in his bones.

His pelt once dulled, vibrant and filled with the flame of the dwarf drake, changing his body from fox to fae, consuming his earthly bounded limitations and devouring them in the greed of a beast for more. Detlef would say in this moment he was reborn, Fafnir's name on his mind, curling deep into his very being and taking nothing else from him but the gaps of his knowledge. Thousands and hundreds of weapons that were once used for Fafnir's bedding. Their look, their taste, their touch, their smell - everything and most of all, the faces of those Dwarves that made them with pride to give Fafnir the most comfortable of rests.

He felt the honour, the pride, the happiness of each beloved weapon being pressed into the mound under Fafnir's delight from hatchling to the fully grown dragon he was now. With the understanding of it all, tears fell as he burned the forge for the last time… Using the corpses of his family to fan the flames, to rid of their presence so they would never be feasted upon by strays, to removing their sigil, ingots and prized possessions. To bury them in his flames, Detlef did what any forge master would.

Tossing into the dragon's fangs - the flames igniting into vermillion, then pink, blues, yellows and greens… The flame did nothing more but blend, twist and dance - releasing the agonies of the dwarves and mixed with the dragon bone. Ore twisted from rock tossed in to feed and feed the greed of Fafnir's last breath. His ashes scooped and poured into the mixture, the clothing off his own back placed into the mould, everything that they were, could of been, hoped to be… where poured into these weapons and upon its completion, did the hammer strikes sound with war drums.

It wouldn't be until a week later, after hammering his knew weapons did Detlef succumb to his exhaustion. Sleeping in the lingering warmth of his forge and his weapons close to his chest. Nude, cold and hungry - he took off from his homelands. Twisting through roots and branches, his weapons tight in his arms and stumbling upon a camp. Humans but not evil ones, he could tell by his nose alone. Children and elderly alarmed at his state, and instant to invite him for aid.

Detlef did surprise himself really, in allowing them to tend to his wounds, to clean him and wash him, to dress him and feed him. He thought of his rage to be violent, to take out whatever human he came across but then he felt it in his mind. Fafnir's sound of mind, the calmness of greed not triggered by these faultless beings. So, he let himself be taken in, returned their aid with hunting rabbits and deer, learning their languages and their systems the best he could from the nomadics.

It was here they he learned, that it wasn't just a week of hammering his weaponry into their perfect state but ten years. Ten years since the fall of his home and ten years since the war was long lost by those that raided them. In that time, he stood amongst the innocent family members of those that refused to fight. Exiled and shamed for generations to come. The kingdom was easy to find, after all it was a shambles of what it once was. With his new founds self, Detlef had an itch, he could sense one of his many targets here. When founded in a weaponsmiths barrel of rejected goods, did he understand it now. This kingdom, raided and pillaged like his own would no longer hold everything his people created and thus he had a goal.

The hunger that spawned within the daggers upon his person at the sight of these weapons, they were to devour everything they were. Memories, faith, love, adoration, honour - everything that was poured into the steel, was to be taken away. Detlef didn't hesitate upon bargaining for the rusted mace, and when he took it to his inn for the night, he bore witness to the true nature of the daggers with these weapons. The metal morphed, it drooled liquid flame, it ghostly screeched with Fafnir's voice and the blade consumed the mace as if it was an apple in the jaws of a horse.

Gone.

Everything about it, returned to Fafnir's core.

It was from that night on, that Detlef began his self training, asking for tutors of the information guide to train him. He had to earn his place of course, but the best part of that was that he outlived all the humans of the order. He worked hard, he bled, cried and sweated himself into near death everytime but he learned, he saw, he became the best he could ever be. In the end, his life took him into the path of a woman with nothing less upon her being but a book handwritten; Tia Lugrasse was a woman that needed no other introduction but her eyes were motherly, were tender and they knew the moment they met.

"Fafnir rests within you… How loved you are."

And that rest of his lonesome hunt was left behind, after all, Fafnir was naught by a hatchling compared to the shadow that hung over Tia Lugrasse on that battlefield. Plus, her touch under his chin was the first warmth he's felt in a long, long time.

"Let me tell you a tale, little red."

[olcoron]

How would your OC react to the villain's death?

Finding Home: PR

Only Zack and Zevryyn’s heavy breathing filled the space. He finally ripped the sword from her chest and held onto it. He turned back and looked at Micha. Tears rolled down her face as her hand lay on the red mare’s flank. She finally was able to move and rushed to him, bursting into tears as she flung her arms around him. But she wasn’t sad. Micha was beaming as she looked at her warrior. He fell to one knee and kneeled before her. “Never break promise.” Zack said slowly as she let him go long enough to look at his face. His bloody, scar riddled face and the deep scar that pulled his already deformed lip into a crooked sneer, or smile.

Micha gave a giddy little laugh before flinging her arms around his neck. Zack closed his eyes and breathed the fire from his lungs. Gently, ever so softly… The warrior leaned his head against the little girl. His right hand still held his sword, his left dropped Nymoria’s mythil sword. Then his blood soaked hand touched her back. Light at first but then his fingers gripped her cloak. Immense pride and redemption on his face as she buried hers in the blood soaked wolf pelt around his neck.

((The first book ends before Micha can process her feelings but this is explored in the second book. She mourns the loss of Nymoria because in the end, a life was lost. One that didn’t need to, despite how evil she was.))

The death of the necromancer comes a few books later and Micha will hold his hand as he dies. Without giving anything away, she is confused and deeply saddened because despite how awful the necromancer, Nathul, went about his plans… She realized that his heart was in the right place. He went about it completely wrong but he wanted a better world for future child mages. She cries over his death and it will deeply  affect her in the future.

[profnarayanaraju]

Mythil Kokil Vidyapati : An Introduction || UGC NET HINDI | मैथिल कोकिल ...

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Mythil Kokil Vidyapati : An Introduction || UGC NET HINDI | मैथिल कोकिल विद्यापति : एक परिचय.

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[spell-struck]

These are all the dnd characters I've played in the last few years! In order, it's Mythil Dwin'arnith, Trickery Domain Cleric🎭; Vanessa Lovely, Grave Domain Cleric🪦; Adelaide Briarheart, Light Domain Cleric☀️; and Fiala Gwyar, who is currently an Oath of Vengeance Paladin🗡️ but I'm thinking of playing her as a Berserker Barbarian‼️ next time! :3

[yong-casper]

Under construction 🚧🚧🚧 #mythill grim #seekrefugeinthehills

[wezlo]

The Shattering

The Shattering. Game Lore for an upcoming campaign. #ttrpg

This is the base lore I wrote for a monthly in-person campaign I’m hoping to start in August. Enjoy. Long ago, there were four continents which made up the Quadrangle of Mythil. The four continents each developed their own cultures, but enjoyed the benefits of trade afforded them by the warm sea which divided them. Wars were unheard of, and knowledge passed across the sea as a beloved commodity.…

[blackjacketmuses]

@multiimuse

Despite getting to Caem a day or three later -- there had been a brief detour into the Malmalam thicket to grab a Royal Arm -- the boys couldn’t stay long enough to sit and talk. Cid and Cindy had arrived, as the royal yacht was in disrepair, and they needed mythril ore to fix it. So off again they were, heading to the Vesperpool: Ardyn remembered mythil being in rich supply in that area.

At least, Noctis thought, Ravus seemed to be recovering. Luna was taking care of him, as were the Crownguard guys, and Cindy had promised a decent arm for him, one that wouldn’t hurt him. The man himself was sleeping when they’d gotten there and sleeping when they left, and honestly, Noctis could relate. But if it helped, it helped. And it was amazing to see how Luna was flourishing without the influence of Shiva, hanging out with Iris and Talcott and all the others. 

The only hiccup in the plan to go to the Vesperpool was Gladio. He’d begged off to go on a trip with Cor, despite Ardyn’s insistent scolding -- but he’d promised it was important, so Noctis let him. (It was; part of it was a test of his own strength, afraid now after losing to Ravus so easily and after losing Jared so suddenly, but part of it was connecting rumors to fact and being half sure he knew what was in the cave, now -- or who -- and he needed to be sure. Needed to do his bit in this story.)

All the same, the other four went. It was a bit of a long trip north, but Ardyn was at least excited -- the area was one of his favorite places, and it was beautiful. He couldn’t wait to see it again.

The second hiccup -- or at least, what Noctis and Ardyn shared a look about -- was as they were walking into the swampier area, when they saw a familiar cherry red car. “I am here,” Ardyn says cautiously. “We should...be careful what we say, now.” And be ready: they’d have to help him somehow, now that they knew. But he didn’t...he was sure they’d have to tread lightly. 

(Meanwhile, Ardyn -- the older one, the sick and suffering Accursed, had a plan. He’d taken the time to think, to stew, to grow angrier at the gods for their new choice of torment, to hate the very idea of seeing what he used to be and could never be again. And he had a plan. One he had considered before, now certain in its execution: the only other way out of this that he saw, and a way that would make sure he never suffered like this at all.)

[witteadraws]

Quick thank you doodle for the lovely @waiting-for-wings of their OC Mythil!

Thanks again for helping out <3

OC © @waiting-for-wings

Art © WitTea

[nevergonnagiveup-113-blog]

¡Buenas tardes gentuxi! Hoy vamos a comentar un vidéo que ronda por Youtube, concretamente este: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWaoAoJq6ac

Se puede encontrar en esta plataforma simplemente tecleando “mis tuentis viejos”. Sí señores. Mis tuentis, como si un tuenti fuera una cosa tangible que una persona puede tener en sus manos XD Y atención, viejos, osea, que tienen más de 80-90 años eh... He leído y pone que tuenti se creó en 2006, y este vidéo fue subido en 2014, osea que, contando que se registrase en 2006 (que no creo, a mi me dijo que empezó a usar redes sociales en 2009) sus tuentis tendrían 8 años como mucho. Ahora me entero de que con 8 años se es viejo XDDD

Atención a la descripción que puso al vidéo:  A lo largo de los años,en tuenti ,e tenido que hacer muchos tuentis y aquí os dejo algunos títulos ,y personajes que e echo^^, con música de una de las series, DIABOLIK LOVERS^^.

A ver... esa coma entre “en tuenti” no hace falta ponerlos. Y mira que eres perra. No pones que te has tenido que hacer todas esas cuentas para huir de la gente con la que te peleabas por las paranoias que te montabas so payasa de circo. Si leyeras esto, dirías que “te denunciaban por envidia a tus dibujos y ediciones” pero egocéntrica asquerosa no eres eh... Algunos títulos... Vale, que te has hecho tantos como para hacer un reportaje, porque yo ahí en el video veo por lo menos (he hecho la cuenta) ¡34 imágenes! Pero vamos a ver.. ¿Qué clase de ser ha tenido 34 tuentis en 8 años? haciendo la cuenta, eso hacen una media de 4-5 tuentis al año, y tuve yo uno solamente XDDD Y personajes que “e echo” y la mitad son fotos de anime del google a los que les ha puesto su nombre, eso ya es un trabajo muy grande. Con musica de una de las series Diabolik Lovers, pero vamos a ver ¿Es que hay más de una serie diabolik lovers? ¿Hay dos que se llaman igual? ¿Y cual es la verdadera? :O

Pasemos a comentar las fotos que puso el mutante en su video... Atención, el video empieza con lo siguiente escrito: “los tuentis que e tenido en el pasado” Para empezar, es he, no e. En el pasado, oh, como si hiciera 100 años de eso... está tía flipa en colorines... Vemos que la música intenta transmitir soledad, como si quisiera hacernos ver todo el dolor que ha tenido en su estancia en internet... 

Mentirosa es un rato. Totalmente. Dice que estos son sus personajes y títulos de tuenti. Y una hece. Pone en una de las fotos “Neus” Que yo sepa, eso no es el nombre de un tuenti, porque falta apellido. Y un personaje no es, porque ese es su nombre real... ains... 

Neus Kuran. Oh, que original, como si yo me hago un tuenti llamado Fátima Uzumaki. Ok, no quedaría tan cutre, pero es que su nombre no pega nada con el apellido Kuran. Fátima Kuran, ¿a que cambia? :) Y atención, porque la tal Neus Kuran es de traca, unas veces tiene el pelo negro y otras blanco, no son ni fotos editadas, son fotos del google a voleo...

Ala, como se ha lucido. Comunidad Sailor Moon. Y una foto de una serie que no sé identificar, pero si es Sailor Moon que venga dios y lo vea... Pone Sacrifice en la foto, y salen dos tías que no son ni de la serie... A ver, si te haces un tuenti llamado Comunidad sailor moon, ¿para qué hece subes una foto con el título y se lo pones a una foto que no tiene nada que ver? Seguro que en esta comunidad tenía muchos acérrimos seguidores XDD

Luna eterna vampira. Esto es meante. Ediciones con Bunny de Sailor Moon como este personaje. Anda que Bunny es muy vampira eh, da un miedo que pa qué xD Y resulta que el nombre no tiene sentido. A ver, los vampiros son inmortales, se supone... entonces lo de eterna sobra, si ya sabemos que los vampiros son eternos, una vez que te conviertes no vuelves a humano, solamente a nivel E, como tú, engendro.

Neus eternal blaze. No sé como la lagarta planidera sabe poner en inglés, echará mano del traductor. Esta foto me hace llorar. Vemos una tía con el pelo rojo rosado, vestido rosa y ojos amarillos. Ya está, no me hace falta ver más, no tienes protección de ninguna estrella. Lo puedo saber con solo mirarte. Tú no eres humana. Este personaje es copiado. Eres un pedazo de agujero negro, al igual que tu estómago, porque no sé donde echas todo lo que te comes.... Dejemos en que este look es robado. Lo sé porque lo sé.

Soledad. Oh, que personaje tan bonito... apuesto los comics del señor fusión a que esta cuenta se la hizo tras haberse peleado con alguien xD

Silmeria no sé que es, pero me da que me suena al nombre de algún personaje de algún juego RPG... Ay, este golem producirá mythill en su mina XD Ella si que es una autentica Zeroboros

Neus anime y manga. Tipico nombre cutre que se pone una persona que no tiene ni idea de esto pero quiere hacer amigos para hacerse la otaku XD Pero no pasa nada monada

Comunidad anime y manga. ¿De donde saca todas estas chorradas? Comunidad, ni que fuera ella Voldemort y los demás sus mortífagos. Seguro que esta cuenta tubo un éxito que te cagas... 

Yuki Akashiya. Las dos son vampiras si, pero... ¿qué sentido tiene hacerse una cuenta con un personaje que se llama con el nombre de uno que ya existe y el apellido de otro que también existe? Eso si que es poca imaginación XDD Por no hablar de la tal Moka Akashiya, así como suena...Y hasta Miku, Luka Shimizu, será por plagios... 

Azmaria... que manía de crear personajes con nombres que existen, que se note lo cutre que es y las pocas ganas que tiene de calentarse la cabeza el miserable cromañón

Fuego eterno.. oh, eso es eternal blaze en inglés, por ser cutre que no quede, se le acaban las ideas, echa mano de antiguos nombres en inglés y los pone en español, ole su c*ño!

Princess Vampire... Ok, si cree que con ese nombre tan simple ha contribuido a algo no se lo vamos a discutir, la puesta de sol en Ganges y en Londres son igual de bonitas :)

PERO

VAMOS A VER

EL MEJOR NOMBRE

DE TODOS!!!

Tachín!!

Vemosunafotodeunatíaconorejasdeperroyelpelocortocomountiodecolroazulyorejasdeperroconunvestidotiporococorosa

anda que pega mucho ese aspecto con ese vestido tan fino XDD

Pero lo meante es el nombre de este personaje... ¡Medieval! Me imagino el panorama, nace la criatura y los padres dicen, le ponemos medieval porque ha nacido en esta era, es como si yo tengo una hija y le pongo contemporánea jaja esta loca no deja de sorprender...

Y esto es todo, espero que os haya sacado una sonrisa... 

Y para que veais lo loca que está con todas esas cuentas en tuenti, eso no es que la gente es mala, es que ella está loca XD

[flaffyg]

Wow! One time 50 mythil pull got the chain soul break shantotto weapon! 👏👏👏 #finalfantasyrecordkeeperrarerelicdraw #finalfantasyrecordkeepersoulbreak #finalfantasyrecordkeeper #finalfantasyrecordkeeperchainsoulbreak #game #onlinegame #mobilegames #squareenix

[profnarayanaraju]

Mythil Kokil Vidyapati : An Introduction || UGC NET HINDI | मैथिल कोकिल ...

[spell-struck]

A work drawing of my Trickery Domain cleric, Mythil Dwin'arnith 💗

[taveic]

The new sprites far mythill look soft and smooth, I like it. Very cuddle-able

Fsfsfs thank you ! every day my sprite style becomes softer ^-^

[doingbusiness-ca]

Midland Extends Its Mythil Chargeability Anomaly and Identifies New 1.3-Km-Long Induced Polarization Anomaly Northeast of Mythril Zone

New Post has been published on http://doingbusiness.ca/feed-items/midland-extends-its-mythil-chargeability-anomaly-and-identifies-new-1-3-km-long-induced-polarization-anomaly-northeast-of-mythril-zone/

Midland Extends Its Mythil Chargeability Anomaly and Identifies New 1.3-Km-Long Induced Polarization Anomaly Northeast of Mythril Zone

[yong-casper]

Next Month! Mythill Grim @ Button Factory in Dublin, Ireland - December 5th

[thelastmixedtape]

The Last Mixed Tape’s weekly Dublin gig guide, This Weekend features shows from Caz9 (photo above by Ruth Medjber), Riona Sally Hartman, Inni-K, Keaton Henson and more. 

Friday – Febrghaury 10th

Ban Bam – Whelan’s (Main Venue) Line-up: Riona Sally Hartman, Inni-K & Selk Tickets: €15 Doors: 8pm

The False and the Fair – Whelan’s (Upstairs) Support: Be Curious Kid Tickets: FREE before 10.30pm

Mistake #02 – The Hut Line-up: Strength NIA, Pillow Queens & Skinner Tickets: €6 Doors: 8pm

Rue, Landless & Jim Ghedi – Bello Bar Tickets: €8 Doors: 8pm

District Magazine presents: No Love Lost – The Sugar Club Line-up: NEOMADiC, Mythill Grim, Huva, Ganiyu TLG, Luthor, Lawrii Craic, Bobofunk, Soft Boy Records DJs, Word Up Collective DJs. Tickets: €10 Doors: 11pm

Saturday – Febraury 11th

Carriages. Photography by Ruth Medjber http://www.ruthlessimagery.com

One Last Thirty Four Saturday – Thirty Four Café Line-up: Carriages, Tomorrows & Mark Geary Tickets: FREE Doors: 12pm

Caz9 – Whelan’s (Main Venue) Support: Dashoda Tickets: €10 Doors: 8pm

David Keenan – Whelan’s (Upstairs) Support: Lemoncello & Stephen James Smith Tickets: €10 Doors: 8pm

Keaton Henson – Olympia Theatre Tickets: €34.50 Doors: 8pm

This Weekend | February 10th – 12th Gig Guide

The Last Mixed Tape’s weekly Dublin gig guide, This Weekend features shows from Caz9 (photo above by Ruth Medjber), Riona Sally Hartman, Inni-K, Keaton Henson and more. 

This Weekend | February 10th - 12th Gig Guide The Last Mixed Tape’s weekly Dublin gig guide, This Weekend features shows from Caz9 (photo above by Ruth Medjber), Riona Sally Hartman, Inni-K, Keaton Henson and more.