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#dragalia lost#ehhhhhh these are just my hcs LOL#looked at the dunmeshi race swap shit and the way senshi's magnificent 'stache got nerfed#and realized oh huh theres no non-geezer male sylvan in the game with facial hair larger than a goatee#tbf i dont rlly think of it as Canon#and like theres not a lot of young/middle aged human adults with beards either tbf except for like naveed...?#but it's fun to think about ig#esp since they did mention sylvans are supposed to be 'lighter' or 'more agile' compared to others (or at least relative to rokkans)#(who have Huge Beards)
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On the Head Accessories of the Royal Family
There's no grand agenda to this post, more just a few observations I found a bit amusing in the course of research and wanted to share.
So, of the family that does wear head accessories, a pattern seems to emerge: they're mostly metal instead of the incredibly ornate gem-studded crowns IRL royalty liked to flaunt about, kings and princesses alike.
But taking a look at the fam, only Leonidas and Chelle (well, and Zethia, but I dunno how much of that is royal fashion vs Auspex religious-based choices) have any gemstone piece to their circlet/tiara/crown, and Leonidas' isn't even attached to the actual circlet itself. Chelle's also has one, which, for a women who loves to play up being a ditzy party princess to manipulate people into underestimating her, is a bit of a surprise she didn't go full display of riches to me.
Even King Aurelius' lacks ornamentation:
Here's where things get a bit more conjecture-y: given Aurelius seems to loathe vanity, seeing as how he hides away his coronation portrait for this reason, and whether he's following or starting a trend, I think he's tried to raise the kids to be 'modest' in presentation. Of course, this still involves looking proper, but I think he might not have taken well to ostentatious shows of wealth or encouraged beliefs that they were inherently superior than lowly peasants.
Regardless if this is part of the reason or not why everyone isn't porting gemstone-packed crowns, it's still funny that even my best friend WillofWinnie picked up on this enough in her incredible gift in the form of sticky-note fic art when designing a new little circlet for Zethia in its ending scene that I am shamelessly showing off again because it made me so happy to receive fic art!
(it also leads to my next point, being that she also picked up the tendency for the fam to be very attuned to pointy metal accessories!)
Now, I don't have any guess as to why they love plain pointy metal circlets, besides that maybe it's a demonstration of Alberia's militaristic pragmatic might. But it's not the only pointy plain metal head accessory someone in the family wears!
Yep, there's someone in the royal family that wears earrings. Who, Chelle, Zethia, you might wonder? Nope, that goes to Leonidas, who wears plain gold, if pointy metal earrings that disguise with his hair pretty well.
He has them it in all of his versions including his base one, but I felt this was one of the best ones to highlight the contrast that it's not just a weird parting of hair. You go, Leo!
I dunno what fashion expectations are for the royal court in Dragalia, ie, maybe it's considered a masculine (ex: Look at My Manliness for Having HOLES Gauged in my Ears!) or neutral accessory, but hey, it's not too often you see pierced ears in my experience on boys in video games in a more meta sense. Really, the only things that are suggested about court fashion is that Cassandra's clothes are considered inappropriate and Leif believes Gala Chelle's are, too.
But wait, there's more! In somebody else's Gala form, they too gain this. It's also pretty hidden in art, but as you can clearly see on the model...
Gala Emile has gained a singular earring on his right ear that's suspiciously similar to Leo's.
I wonder if he wanted to try and emulate Leonidas but chickened out immediately after his first ear was pierced and then pretended it was a deliberate fashion decision instead of him not wanting to be poked again.
So yeah, two of the royal family wears earrings, and it's Leonidas and Emile, of all people.
#dragalia lost#dragalia#granted the crown of light wyrmprint says that Alberia has no hereditary crown#so it may be a way to cut down costs/displays of vanity to discourage everyone from needing umpteen gem-studded crowns#also I know there's a few more earrings on dudes in dragalia like Ramiel and Vixel too! And the sylvans which have more of developed cultur#regarding that but like the crown observation it's still interesting to note I think.#Maybe I'm just biased though especially since I'm often looking up royal fam things for Scaling the Walls of Mystery anyways haha
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"The idea of levels of Christianity may never again be known in the West. There is an intermediate level of Christianity which teaches the way that the higher level becomes distorted. We need the intermediate level. We need to observe how we lose Christianity, lose mysticism, lose the energy of God. Here lies the origin of sin and repentance, on the border between heaven and hell.
Modern people do not understand that the Christian ideals to which half the world attempts to conform comprise a description of the results of a specific inner act and inner inquiry. Mysticism is a result, a great result perhaps, of the inner inquiry; but everything is corrupted when I confuse inner work with the results of inner work.
To experience love for God or my neighbor, even for an instant, is no less a result than mystical experience. To be virtuous is a result. To have faith is a result. Similarly, wisdom and compassion are results.
All corruption of tradition begins with the confusion and mixing of inner work with the results of inner work. Jesus saw that the Judaism of his time had fallen into this confusion and that no one was practicing the inner discipline free from the expectation or assumption of results."
~ Father Sylvan, quoted in Jacob Needleman's 'Lost Christianity'
[via Ian Sanders]
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My Tav is a tiefling, but I rarely see any tiefling!Tav headcanons or fics 😔 would you have any thoughts about what Astarion would think about the whole tail & horns sitch? 🤭 Also, do you think tieflings wag their tails like some animals do when they're excited??
Hi! Sorry for not responding to your last request; I just had no idea what to do with that prompt. I hope this one will compensate!
Thanks, @astariongf, for your insights on Tieflings!
Astarion x Tiefling!Tav Headcanons
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Headcanons
You and Astarion have a lot in common – people perceive both of you as fiends, making them cautious around you.
Your fangs are even sharper than Astarion's, leading to playful biting sessions where he affectionately calls you his "little devil."
Astarion admits that your spicy blood, though burning his throat, is something he rather enjoys.
He can't taste things; even the finest wine tastes like vinegar, and food resembles paper.
But your spicy blood is an exception, offering him a taste that makes him feel alive.
To attract Astarion's attention, you often wrap your tail around his leg like a rope.
You do the same when you are afraid.
Astarion can easily decipher your emotions by simply sensing your grip.
When danger looms, or Astarion is about to do something reckless, your tail catches his ankle, compelling him to stop.
When happy or aroused, you wag your tail like a dog.
It betrays your true feelings; even if you're angry or giving Astarion the silent treatment, it moves uncontrollably when he smiles or speaks sweetly.
Horns are equally fascinating.
Astarion pays special attention to the sensitive skin where bone meets flesh when massaging your horns, another unique feature.
He jokingly crafts "horn-socks" for you.
"Are you aware that horns don't get cold?"
He isn't,
But you find the "horn socks" cute and cozy, leading you to wear them throughout the winter.
The following winter, he crochets an extra-long sleeve for your tail, which you absolutely love wearing. Along with useless "horn-socks".
Despite initial hesitations due to the language's association with pain, you teach Astarion Infernal language.
It's your mother tongue, after all.
And he feels it's ok to torture you with Sylvan Elven. You have a right to make him speak Infernal.
When seeking attention, you softly bump him with your horns.
Your almost claw-like, sharp, and deadly nails are adored by Astarion.
Tieflings, especially those born into human families, face hate and fear, often hearing curses and insults.
Astarion takes a stand against offenders, pulling out his dagger, forcing apologies, and making them kneel before you.
You were embarrassed by a scared man kneeling before you the first time it happened.
However, you can't deny that you like seeing people who hate Tieflings forced to apologize and beg for mercy.
Damn I rather like writing Astarion with custom race \ class Tav. I will be happy to write headcanons with other character options.
My inbox is open for requests so you can ask for specific headcanons, especially, if you feel like your Tav is ignored by the fandom.
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It's been exactly four years since the Tree of Life synagogue massacre in Pittsburgh.
Four years since a historic Jewish community was rocked to it's core with terror and grief.
Four years since Jews across the country and the world mourned.
In those four years, antisemitism only increased in this country and around the world. More Jews lost their lives, more Jews felt alienated and unsafe.
In those four years, the rest of the world forgot about Pittsburgh. Like they forget every other antisemitic attack, and probably will forget what's happening now.
But we remember.
We remember:
Joyce Fienberg
Richard Gottfried
Rose Mallinger
Jerry Rabinowitz
Cecil Rosenthal
David Rosenthal
Bernice Simon
Sylvan Simon
Daniel Stein
Melvin Wax
Irving Younger
May their memories be a blessing and a reminder.
We will never forget. Am Yisrael Chai, We Will Outlive Them.
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"If your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours!" (Carmilla – Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, 1872)
there are two things we see in this decade, that kind of have similar popularity at similar times – the large bustle extending outwards from the ass, and the "princess" style dress, where volume came from the hips. the princess style dress was kept closer to the body, and was almost – gasp – form fitting! how scandalous! necklines largely stayed high, at or above the collar, but when they dipped you would see them paired with velvet chokers or necklaces with a single gem pendant. both hats and bonnets were worn during this era, and the hairstyles moved from the gentle low updos of the 60s to more styled updos associated with the late victorian era.
1800-1809 / 1810-1819 / 1820-1829 / 1830-1839 / 1840-1849 / 1850-1859 / 1860-1869
cc links and creator tags under the cut
see my resources page for genetics
hadassah : birksche's trixi hair / javitrulovesims' midnight gown + gloves
hedwig : teanmoon's cameo choker / acanthus-sims' bow / dzifasims' karenina dress
hildegard : buzzardly28's 1870s hair #2 / acanthus-sims' fichu wrap / dzifasims' christine dress / peebsplays' lace gloves
hjama : linzlu's sallie hair (updated) / linzlu's fancy bonnet / lillysplacce's rose cameo choker / trillyke's silk accessory shirt / sandrinifeierabrand's neo victorian bow dress (tsr download) (i just photoshopped it longer lol)
hlíf : linzlu's rose hair + hat + outerwear (download here)
hnoss : linzlu's rose hair (download here) / acanthus-sims' ribbon choker / acanthus-sims' lace fichu / cringeborg's florence gown / javitrulovesims' midnight gloves
hope : linzlu's rose hair (download here) / simverses' aas victorican jacket conversion / simverses' aas bustle skirt conversion
hrafndís : buzzardly28's 1870s hair #2 / historicalsimslife's victorian women's hat / sylvanes' lost souls bustle gown (tsr download)
hunter : buzzardly28's 1870s hair #1 / chere-indolente's dans la serre plain bonnet / simverses' daphne bustle dress
hyacinthe : buzzardly28's 1870s hair #1 / chere-indolente's dans la serre flowered bonnet + bustle dress + bow
thank you to @birksche @javitrulovesims @teanmoon @acanthus-sims @dzifasims @buzzardly28 @peebsplays @linzlu @lilysplacce @trillyke @sandrinifeierabend @cringeborg @simverses @historicalfictionsims and @chere-indolante
#my sims#sims 4 lookbook#ts4 lookbook#ts4lookbook#ts4 victorian#ts4 victorian lookbook#223 years#historical#victorian#1870s
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I haven't seen anyone talk about it on here (if they have I must have missed it), but I think the idea that tieflings wear matching horn jewelry with their partners instead of rings is Cute I think I've still got brainworms from the sylvans in dragalia lost
#'this is just an excuse to draw your oc with rolan' yes. anyway#baldur's gate 3#bg3 rolan#tav x rolan#I use that tag but ekaira is really not a tav he cannot fill that role he's like an additional annoying companion not a leader#he's at camp eating the snacks out of your napsack not saving the world#he's just some sheep that won't go away even if you really want him to
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The Legend Lore Database
This is another use of the Legend Lore spell. All information herein is only that of legendary importance.
[a more complete database. i took some artistic liberties. see here for the updating document]
Legendary Individuals
Deities / Deific Entities
Ankarna
Infernal Deity of Fire, Rage and Conquest
Formerly the Giant Deity of Summer, Justice and the Harvest, Patron of the Giantkin of the Mountains of Chaos
Sister to Ruvina, Giant Deity of Winter and Sorrow
Spouse of Cassandra, Sylvan Deity of Mystery, Magic, and the Night
Cassandra / Nightmare King
Sylvan Deity of Mystery, Magic, and the Night, Patron of the Tribes of Sylvaire
Formerly the Nightmare King, the King of the Dark Dreaming, Rí Aisling Olc
Raised from their Undead form by the Blessed Saint Kristen Applebees
Sibling of Galicaea, Elven Goddess of the Moon, and Sol, Human God of the Sun
Spouse of Ankarna, Infernal Deity of Fire, Rage and Conquest
Stark Father of Baron from the Baronies
Eidolons
Seven Sisters, Elemental Spirits of the Universe and Hands of the Gods
From Eldest to Youngest
Chronoa, Eidolon of Time, of the Astral and Ethereal Planes
Terra, Eidolon of Earth, of the Elemental Plane of Earth
Pyrria, Eidolon of Fire, of the Elemental Plane of Fire
Nera, Eidolon of Water, of the Elemental Plane of Water
Zefira, Eidolon of Air, of the Elemental Plane of Air
Anima, Eidolon of Life, the Beginning of All Things
Talura, Eidolon of Death, the Ending of All Things
Trapped in Enchanted Mirrors created by Logran Soulforger, of which the only way out was Infinity
Galicaea / Lida
Elven Deity of the Moon, Patron of the Elves of Fallinel
Patron of Lycanthropes in her aspect as Lida
Sister of Sol, Human God of the Sun, and Cassandra, Sylvan Deity of Mystery, Magic, and the Night
Struck her Sister from memory by way of the Sylvarian Heresy
Helio
Human God of Corn
Son of Sol, Human God of the Sun, and a mortal woman
Followed by the Cult of the Harvestmen, who sought the Apocalypse through perditional contradoxy
Jane Wren
Pirate Goddess of New Horizons, Freedom, and Adventure
She who stands atop the Ramble, overlooking the City of Leviathan
Kahaerin
The Storm King, the Wrathful Primordial of Storms
Perpetually in search of his lost Daughter
Logran Soulforger
Dwarven God of the Forge, He who Makes the World
Created the Enchanted Mirrors to capture the Eidolons in Finite Form, While Leaving Escape in Infinity
Did not Commune with his Followers after the Capture of the Eidolons, until Ostentatia Wallace, Prophet of the Forge, Joined him in his Workshop
Night Yorb
Speak Not of the Night Yorb
The Manta Ray of Darkness, they who would herald an age of darkness through a slow apocalypse
Currently Sealed by the Solar Lasso in the Hangvan
Ollie
Rad Dwarven God of Shredding, Patron of Skateboarders
Ruvina
Giant Deity of Winter and Sorrow, Patron of the Giantkin of the Mountains of Chaos
Sister of Ankarna, Infernal Deity of Fire, Rage, and Conquest
Sol
Human God of the Sun, Patron of the Humans of Highcourt and Solace
Father of Helio, Human God of Corn
Once ousted from his position by Arthur Aguefort, who proceeded to never leave his office and shit in a corner
Umberlee
Goddess of the Deep Sea, Patron of that which lies in the briny depths
Punisher of Sinners who Enter Her Waters
Prohibits artifacts which control the weather
NPCs
Aelwyn Abernant
She who assassinated the first Elven Oracle, Eleminthindriel
She who sank the Harpy, Flagship of the Fleet of Kalvaxus
She who determined the second Elven Oracle, Adaine Abernant
Caused the initiation of war between the nations of Solace and Fallinel
She who dispelled the Nightmare King’s Plague of the Shadow Cat
Acting Mistress of the Compass Points Library, in lieu of Ayda Aguefort
Arthur Aguefort
Founder and Principal of the Aguefort Adventuring Academy
He who caused the Sun to Fall
Paramour of the Last Phoenix
Former Paramour of the previous Elven Oracle, Eleminthindriel
Founder of the School of Chronomancy
Father of Ayda Aguefort
Asha Hammerheart
Saint and Cleric of Logran Soulforger
One of the Three Pilgrims to the Temple to the Earth Defiant
Ayda Aguefort
The Mistress of the Compass Points LIbrary, Quartermaster of the Knowledge of Leviathan
Paramour of Figueroth the Infaethable, the Archdevil of Rebellion, the Dark Mistress of the Bottomless Pit
Creator of Adaine’s Furious Fist
Bakur / Athenriel
Infernal Servant of Ankarna, the Deity of Fire, Rage, and Conquest
Formerly Athenriel of the Faeth Lineage
Former Owner of the Armor of Pride
Cathilda “The Black” Ceili
Legendary Pirate, the Widow in Black, whose daggers flash with death and destruction
Crewmember aboard the Hangman
Elder of the Ramble, who defended Leviathan amidst the wrath of the Storm King
Chungledown Bim
Legendary Mouth-Shitter
Archnemesis of Fabian Aramais Seacaster
Survivor of Captain James Whitclaw's attack on the Cult of Bill Seacaster
Braved the Forest of the Nightmare King alone and escaped unscathed
Highest-level Warlock of the Cult of Bill Seacaster
Court of Elders
Leaders of the Tribes of Sylvaire and the Great Unicorn
Destroyed the Name of the Goddess of Mystery in the Sylvarian Heresy, in league with clerics of Galicaea
Eleminthindriel
The First Elven Oracle, succeeded by Adaine Abernant
Member of the First Council of Chosen
She who prophesied the second rise and fall of Kalvaxus
Garthy O’Brien
Prodigious Descendant of Zajiri Celestials
Impresario of the Gold Gardens, Leviathan’s hub for pleasure and sanctuary
The Curse Breaker who fought the effects of the King of the Dark Dreaming
Child of Ayda Aguefort
Guardian of Ayda Aguefort
Name contains an anagram for the Night Yorb
Gilear Faeth
The Chosen One
Current eldest male descendant of the lineage of Athenriel
Penultimate Inheritor of the Curse of the Armor of Pride
He who stopped three Apocalypses with wishes from a Puppy
Gorthalax the Insatiable
Prince of the Nine Hells and former ruler of the Bottomless Pit
Formerly Gorthiel, the Seraph of Eating the Right Amount of Food / Temperance
Father of Figueroth the Infaethable, Archdevil of Rebellion and Dark Mistress of the Bottomless Pit
Grafmy Rootdrinker
The Druidic Leader who pushed back the Curse of the Nightmare King on the Forest of Sylvaire
Hallariel Seacaster née Lomenelda
The Greatest Fencer to Ever Live
Daughter of Telemaine Lomenelda, Heir to Kei Lumennura
Widow of William “Old Bill” Seacaster, the Scourge of the Nine Hells
Jamina Joy
The Bosun of Leviathan
She who keeps the City afloat
She who contains a Wish for the Welfare of Leviathan
Kalina
The Shadow Cat
Right Hand of the Nightmare King
Familiar of Cassandra
The Cursed Plague of the King of the Dark Dreaming
Kalvaxus
Former Emperor of the Red Waste
Allied with the Nightmare King and the Undead of the Necronomikron
Prophesied to rise once more at the word of Elven Oracle Eleminthindriel
When Kalvaxus once again beholds his glittering treasure
And seven maidens once more are chained at the mouth of his lair
When war befalls the realm
And a king and queen are crowned anew in Solace
Then will the Emperor of the Red Waste be released from bondage
His destruction will know no bounds
The sun shall fall from the Heavens
And the world as we know it shall perish forever
Former Vice Principal of the Aguefort Adventuring Academy
Currently the Goldenrod, the Infernal Vessel of William “Old Bill” Seacaster
Karl Cleaver
Legendary Adventurer and Member of the Pact of Kyburus
Of the Cleaver lineage of Adventurers
Kora Ironbrow
Saint and Cleric of Logran Soulforger
One of the Three Pilgrims to the Temple to the Earth Defiant
Lydia Barkrock
She who sealed Bakur in her body with rage and rage alone
The Curse of the Armor of Pride was used to excise Bakur from her body
Nuathera
The Awakened Familiar of Grafmy Rootdrinker
Leader of the Town of Arborly and Protector of the Border of Sylvaire
Octavio Costello Gainglynn
He who sailed off the edge of the World and into the Heavens
Paramour of the Solar Zarael
Pok Gukgak
Premier Agent of the Lower Planar Reconnaissance Task Force of the Plane of Bytopia
He who brought the Plague of the Shadow Cat to the nation of Solace
The first Solesian to be slayed by Kalvaxus personally in centuries
Father of Riz Gukgak, Slayer of Kalvaxus
Telemaine Lomenelda
The Greatest Elven Swordsmith, who forged Fandrangor and the Sword of Sight
Lord of Kei Lumennura, the Guardian of Elven Teens
Tectonya Karkovnya
Superintendent of the Larger Solesian School District
Legendary Wizard and Scholar of the Eidolons
She who stole the Legendarium Extrordia
Tracker O’Shaughnessy
She who dispelled the Nightmare King’s Curse on Sylvaire, the Forest of the Nightmare King
She who dispelled the Nightmare King’s Tree
Reformer of the Faith of Galicaea, Leader of Wolfsong, the Lupine Cleric of Lida
The Vulture King
Father to all Vultures, King of the Vulture Dimension
He whose body became the Royal Artifacts of the Vulture Dimension
William “Old Bill” Seacaster
He who struck down the Pirate King and Hung his Head in Gibbety Square
Captain of the Hangman
Married to Hallariel Lomenelda, the Greatest Fencer to Ever Live
Current Captain of the Infernal Wastes, Scourge of the Nine Hells
Captain of the Goldenrod, the Infernal Vessel carved from the body of Kalvaxus, Emperor of the Red Waste
Yvonna of the Sundering Hills
Saint and Cleric of Logran Soulforger
One of the Three Pilgrims to the Temple to the Earth Defiant
Zaphriel
Spirit of Endless Sky Towards Late Afternoon on a Day at the Beach with Your Feet in the Warm Sand, Just Being Chill as Hell
The Possessing Spirit of the Hangvan
PCs
Adaine Abernant:
The Second Elven Oracle, preceded by Eleminthindriel
Established the right of the Elven Oracle to be paid, via dance battle
Patron of the Oracle of Dance Fabian Aramais Seacaster
Current wielder of the Sword of Sight, Sword of the Elven Oracle
She who invoked the name of Ankarna and broke Obliviati Mori
She who sealed Bakur with the power of the Curse of the Armor of Pride
Creator of Ayda’s Comprehend Subtext
Kristen Applebees:
The Chosen of Helio, God of Corn
The Creator of Yes!/Yes?
She who Resurrected Herself
She who dispelled the Nightmare King’s Coin
She who destroyed the Crown of the Nightmare King
The Blessed Saint of Cassandra, Deity of Mystery, Night and Magic
Figueroth Faeth:
Mortal daughter of Gorthalax the Insatiable, Prince of the Nine Hells and former ruler of the Bottomless Pit
Current Archdevil of Rebellion, Figueroth the Infaethable, the Dark Mistress of the Bottomless Pit
Paramour of Ayda Aguefort, the Mistress of the Compass Points Library
Last of the Faeth Lineage to bear the Curse of the Armor of Pride
Currently holds dominion over the infernal domain of Ankarna, Goddess of Fire, Rage, and Conquest, due to the creation of Dawn of Justice, a song so metal it could claim an infernal domain
Riz Gukgak:
Fifth of the World of Spyre to summon the Night Yorb to the Material Plane
He who slayed the Dragon Kalvaxus, Emperor of the Red Waste
First living member of the Lower Planar Reconnaissance Task Force
The Investigator who Found the Prophesied Seven Maidens
Fabian Aramais Seacaster:
Mortal son of William "Old Bill" Seacaster, Legendary Pirate and the Current Captain of the Infernal Wastes, Scourge of the Nine Hells and Hallariel Lomenelda, the Greatest Fencer to Ever Live
Grandson of Telemaine Lomenelda, Swordsmith of the Elven Kings
He who killed William "Old Bill" Seacaster
Current wielder of Fandrangor, Sword of the North Star
Dance Champion of the Elven Oracle, the Oracle of Dance
Maximum Legend at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy
Gorgug Thistlespring:
He who discovered the Plague of the Shadow Cat
Creator of the Solar Lasso used to seal the Night Yorb into his personal vehicle, the Hangvan
Creator of the Barbificer Specialty, the first in the World of Spyre to combine barbarian rage and artificer spellcasting
The Greatest Wizard of Our Age, as titled by Ayda Aguefort, Mistress of the Compass Points Library
Danielle Barkstock:
Blessed of Anima, Eidolon of Life
She who assumed the form and gave voice to the Empress Anima, Eidolon of Life
One of Seven Maidens Chained at the Mouth of the Lair of Kalvaxus, the Emperor of the Red Waste
Katja Cleaver
Blessed of Terra, Eidolon of Earth
Daughter of Karl Cleaver, of the Cleaver lineage of adventurers
Friend to Horses, Rider of Cinnamon
Slayer of Jana Cleaver
One of Seven Maidens Chained at the Mouth of the Lair of Kalvaxus, the Emperor of the Red Waste
Zelda Donovan
Blessed of Zefira, Eidolon of Air
Battle Dancer of the Donovan Lineage, who was possessed by the god of wine and ecstasy in bacchanal
One of Seven Maidens Chained at the Mouth of the Lair of Kalvaxus, the Emperor of the Red Waste
Antiope Jones
Blessed of Chronoa, Eidolon of Time
She who killed Charity Blythe
Daughter of Athena and Hector Jones, of the Jones lineage of adventurers
Leader of the Reform of the Ministry of Adventure
One of Seven Maidens Chained at the Mouth of the Lair of Kalvaxus, the Emperor of the Red Waste
Penny Luckstone
Blessed of Nera, Eidolon of Water
She who revealed the Society of Shadows one of
Seven Maidens Chained at the Mouth of the Lair of Kalvaxus, the Emperor of the Red Waste
Sam Nightingale:
Blessed of Talura, Eidolon of Death, the Ending of All Things
She who released Talura upon Spyre for the first time in millennia
She who guided Talura to infinite form
One of Seven Maidens Chained at the Mouth of the Lair of Kalvaxus, the Emperor of the Red Waste
Ostentatia Wallace:
The first forge cleric to Commune with Logran Soulforger in millennia
Prophet of Logran Soulforger
Designer for the Gods
Blessed of Pyrria, Eidolon of Fire
One of Seven Maidens Chained at the Mouth of the Lair of Kalvaxus, the Emperor of the Red Waste
Barbarella Sasparilla Gainglynn
The Goddess of the Gold Gardens
Daughter of Octavio Costello Gainglynn and Zarael
She who struck down the Storm-Druid Alamaria
Myrtle (the Bitch)
The Priestess of Storms, Devout of Umberlee, the Sinker of Ships and Collector of the Treasures of the Deep
Jack Brakkow
Unlucky Jack, he who escaped the Bilge only to sink in the depths of betrayal
The Captain of the Late Bloomer, whose crew haunts the mast kept at his side always
Legendary Adventuring Parties
The Bad Kids (Adventuring Party):
Members: Adaine Abernant, Kristen Applebees, Figueroth Faeth, Riz Gukgak, Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Gorgug Thistlespring
Slayed Daybreak, leader of the Harvestmen, and averted the apocalypse of perditional contradoxy
Defeated Kalvaxus, Emperor of the Red Waste
Defeated Occularia, Queen of Sight
Defeated Captain James Whitclaw, the archnemesis of William “Old Bill” Seacaster and prevented the crowning of a new Pirate King
Demolished the Elven prison, Calethriel Tower
Defeated the Nightmare King, the King of the Dark Dreaming
Defeated the Cult of the Night Yorb
Defeated the Night Yorb
The Sole Survivors of the Sundering of the Synod of Spyre
The first adventuring party in living memory to survive the Last Stand-ard Exam
The Buccaneer Buddies (Adventuring Party)
Members: Sunny Biscotto, Jack Brakkow, Barbarella Sasparilla Gainglynn, Cheese Stormcrank, Marcid the Typhoon, Myrtle the Bitch
Prevented the Summoning of William Seacaster for the destruction of Leviathan
Saved Leviathan from Destruction at the hands of Langley Sheffield-Harrington, Clive Mardres, the Storm-Druid Alamaria, and the Crescent Moon Trading Company
Averted the Wrath of the Storm King by disrupting the ritual of Alamaria and returning the Daughter of Storms to the briny depths
The Seven / The Maidens (Adventuring Party)
Members: Danielle Barkstock, Katja Cleaver, Zelda Donovan, Antiope Jones, Penny Luckstone, Sam Nightingale, Ostentatia Wallace
The Seven Maidens Chained at the Mouth of the Lair of Kalvaxus, the Emperor of the Red Waste
Eliminated the Cult of Kalvaxus as vengeance for their capture
Cleansed the Temple of the Earth Defiant of the mutated monstrosities
Commandeered the Rombosa, the Pleasure Barge of Talcidimir Tallbreeze and kidnapped hundreds of nobles from the Baronies
Averted Project Reset, an effort by the Ministry of Adventure to cause world-ending disasters
Defeated Talura, Eidolon of Death, the Ending of All Things, by channeling the spirits of the Eidolons
Legendary Items
Sword of Sight
The Sword of the Elven Oracle, forged by the legendary swordsmith Telemaine Lomenelda
Currently owned by the Elven Oracle Adaine Abernant
Fandrangor
The Sword of the North Star, forged by the legendary swordsmith Telemaine Lomenelda and gifted to the Elven King Thristwin Eversong
Currently owned by Fabian Aramais Seacaster
The Armors of Sin
Seven Suits of Infernal Armor, each forged by a different Infernal Being and associated with the Sins assigned to them by name
Armor of Gluttony - Armor Carved of White Bone, armed with a massive spiked net. Chosen Armor of Gorthalax the Insatiable.
Armor of Pride - Armor of Gleaming gold, armed with a Golden Halberd
Armor gifted from Ankarna to her follower Athenriel. After Athenriel took on the form of Bakur, the armor passed through his lineage patrilineally until it was gifted to Gorthalax the Insatiable.
The curse of the armor transferred to the eldest male descendants of the lineage with the death of each previous holder of the curse. The most recent of these was Gilear Faeth. Upon reunification with the line of Athenriel, the curse was left in a flux state, until it was taken on by the Dark Mistress and Archdevil of the Bottomless Pit, Figueroth the Infaethable.
The Curse was broken and sealed in the Sword of Sight, and later used to remove the containment of Bakur from the body of Lydia Barkrock
Armor of Lust - Armor of Jet Black Leather, stitched together with a zipper over the mouth.
Armor of Envy - Armor formed of Pure Mirror
Armor of Wrath - Armor of Bleeding Iron, armed with two double-sided flails/scourges.
Armor of Greed
Armor of Sloth
Owned by Gorthalax the Insatiable and kept in the Bottomless Pit until stolen by the Scourge of the Nine Hells, Bill Seacaster.
The Transubstantiations of the Nightmare King
Four symbols of the Unnamed Goddess’ power, converted into four curses which spread the power of the King of the Dark Dreaming
The Coin, a curse placed on the hoard of Kalvaxus that allowed the Nightmare King to possess those who had knowledge of their wealth’s origin (Dragon Madness). This curse came from the trans-substantiation of the spellbook of the Unnamed Goddess, now known as Cassandra. DIspelled by the Blessed Saint Kristen Applebees.
The Plague, a curse placed on the familiar of the Unnamed Goddess, Kalina the Shadow Cat. This curse converted Kalina into a plague that manifested as various illusionary powers, with additional strength within the borders of Sylvaire. Dispelled by Aelwyn Abernant.
The Curse, a curse that bound celestials who attempted to enter the Nightmare King’s Forest and utilized their energies to power the mycelium web of trans-substantiations. This curse originated from the cottage of the Unnamed Goddess. Dispelled by Tracker O’Shaughnessy.
The Tree, a curse on the arcane focus of the Unnamed Goddess, a broomstick which became the Tree at the center of Sylvaire. This curse altered the shape of the Forest to suit the fears of those who entered–the more confident a traveler was in their path, the further they traveled from the center of the Forest. Dispelled by Tracker O’Shaughnessy.
The Crown of the Nightmare King
The last remnant of the Nightmare King after the Fall of Kalvaxus
A talisman capable of anchoring an extraplanar being to a world as if they were native to that plane
The Source of a great deal of power for the other trans-substantiations
Powerfully Cursed for mortal beings. Singular Curse broken by Garthy O’Brien
Dispelled by the Blessed Saint Kristen Applebees, through her Honest Worship of Doubt and her Resurrection of the Goddess Cassandra
The Daughter of Storms
Marble Relief that contains the soul of the daughter of Kahaerin, the Storm King, who calls the wrath of storms when it is brought above the surface of the deep sea
The Legendarium Extrordia
Divinatory Artifact that tracks the classification and progression of quests in the world of Spyre
Watches and Wards
Protective Ward created by the Elven Oracle Eleminthindriel, that prevents harmful summonings and conjurations on the grounds of the Aguefort Adventuring Academy
Only removable from the Aguefort Adventuring Academy Library by Arthur Aguefort and the Elven Oracle. Removed by Elven Oracle Adaine Abernant
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The Eternal Recurrence of Adventure Time
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With the conclusion of season 1 of Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake, this video seeks to explore the show's relationship with the philosophical concept of Eternal Recurrence, the notion that everything stays, right where we left it. But does everything truly stay without changing? Come along with me to find out!
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Storyboards drawn by Evan Kisner
Additional voices by
@LauraCrone as the Narrator
Matt Crowly of @Videokind as Ivan Osokin
@WensleydaleCheddar as the Magician
Music by Molly Noise
'In the Boathouse' from the Goncharov Soundtrack by Stella's Silver Screen
'Betty's Wish', 'Egress', 'Inside a Crown' from Ambient Time by Opus Science Collective
Works Cited
“Adventure Time: Distant Bands (the Music of Adventure Time).” Lost Extras, YouTube, 4 Apr. 2022, www.youtube.com/watch?v=4U2mCTDzOpg&pp=ygUmYWR2ZW50dXJlIHRpbWUgYmVoaW5kIHRoZSBzY2VuZXMgbXVzaWM%3D. Accessed 3 Dec. 2023.
Ouspensky, P. D. Strange Life of Ivan Osokin. 1915. Dead Authors Society, 2018, archive.org/details/in.ernet.dli.2015.241089/page/n71/mode/2up. Accessed 5 Dec. 2023.
Porphyry. The Life of Pythagoras. Edited by Patrick Rousell , Translated by Kenneth Sylvan Guthrie, The Pythagorean Sourcebook and Library, 1920.
“Pyotr Demyanovich Uspensky.” Wikipedia Russia, Wikimedia Foundation, 25 Oct. 2005, ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%A3%D1%81%D0%BF%D0%B5%D0%BD%D1%81%D0%BA%D0%B8%D0%B9. Accessed 15 Dec. 2023.
Ward, Pendleton. “Adventure Time - a behind the Scenes Featurette by Pendleton Ward (2012).” Other Files: The Final Season, Youtube, 2012, youtu.be/Ymc9TrSTz7o?si=SOS1kEnFwRAv2kUm. Accessed 7 Dec. 2016.
Other Recommendations
Thomas, Paul. "“Everything Stays”: The Eternal Return and Amor Fati in the Adventure Time Miniseries Stakes." (2021).
@uncivilizedelk "The Meaning of Finn's Journey in "The Hall of Egress" (Adventure Time)" Mar 13, 2016
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A/N: Pic is not mine! I found in in pinterest.
When a Rose turns black chapter 19
“Raqoul’s lament”
The darkish red shroud of night covered the streets of Malrūn city; shrouding them in a veil of ominous blackness — and the sky – it looks like as if it bleeding with red. However, even the darkest of nights could not match the darkness that lay inside Raqoul’s heart. who waited, desperate for even the faintest hint of change in his life.
From his luxurious golden balcony that is decorated with garnet and red agate gems in many symbols and styles, he longed for some changes to happen, anything that could turn his life around.
He lowered his head as he squeezed his hands into fists, trying to show his anger as much as possible. But he knows well that he has no one to blame but Lucifer. He is the one who betrayed and killed his leader, Souma.
It has been said that Souma was a figure of great power and fearsome reputation, and he earned the moniker of 'The Annihilator' amongst both Virginians and demons alike. He is rumoured to have been responsible for the extermination of both the Ki'enn and Mi'enn, two powerful and ancient and dangerous species that were once a threat to many; The stories surrounding Souma himself are shrouded in mystery and legend, but one thing is clear: his name strikes fear into the hearts of those who knew him.
Two ancient species, and they are the last ones of the ‘creation of the old’. Ki’enn and Mi’enn are plant-like creatures that can walk like humans and feed on primitive creatures such as sponges and coral reefs. They drank the magical waters of Virginia; Thus, giving them new features and gifts of magic.
Nonetheless, The creatures known as Ki'enn and Mi'enn are distinct from the Heynois and Sylvans who serve as guardians of the forests in Virginia. They are, in fact, much more ancient and primitive than Heynois and the Sylvans. These creatures were the very first to roam Virginia, and their origins are shrouded in mystery. In stark contrast, the Sylvans were born out of magic and were created to protect the forest and its inhabitants during times of war. They were brought to life by the 'Mother Forest' herself, who infused them with the purest and most rare magic that she could offer. Thus, they became the guardians of the forest, watching over the Virginians and keeping them safe from harm.
That is until Souma came along and annihilated Ki’enn and Mi’enn like insects and inferior creatures. Thus, ending the last ones of ‘creation of the old’.
Having no regard or decent amount of mercy for lives of others, That made Souma hated by Virginians and the good Jinns. And that resulted in his demise by Lucifer himself, his second-in-command.
Raqoul’s clenched his fists hard. He tightened them with such force that his nails dug into his palms and they started to bleed – yet he didn’t care at all, after long moments, He sighed with pure annoyance and exasperation.
As he cast one last look over the balcony, he made up his mind and stepped into the room, closing the balcony windows behind him.
For the first time in untold centuries, Raqoul is going under a flurry of uncontrolled emotions. Anger, Hatred, Sadness — and perhaps depression too?
He stood by the window's balcony, his hand trembling as it reached out to touch the cool, pristine glass. It was as if he was lost in a moment of reflection, his fingers tracing the surface as if trying to summon memories of a glorious past — like remembering his godfather's finest moments and achievements.
Unfortunately, his contemplation was abruptly shattered when heard a psychotic and deranged chuckle, It is his half-sister, Vamonessyia! appeared behind him.
Raqoul’s mood quickly changed from being quiet and serene to angry and wrathful. He quickly whipped his head to look at Vamonessyia who was smiling at him.
She stepped closer to him — glorious and glamours as ever, She stands tall, her lithe form accentuated by a figure-hugging, black and red bodysuit with a tulle skirt — Her long, pointy ears hint at her demonic origins – and her sharp fangs are slightly visible when she parts her lips. Her wings, resembling those of a bat, laid unfolded and down – Blood-red lips and blood-red eyes, She looks like as Vampirella, If she was more paler than she already is and bloodier too.
Raqoul screwed up his face when he looked at her “What do you want?” He sneered at her.
She faked a gasp as she heard him. “Is that how you treat your sister?” She spoke, her voice bore fake hurtful tones.
“Half-sister,” He corrected as he turned his back on her, Clearly not interested in having a conversation with her.
She shrugged at him “Whatever, I’m here to let you know that a little birdie told me that Lucifer want to burn Souma’s old castle.”
After hearing this, Raqoul quickly spun around and looked at her “WHAT? How- Why- Where did you hear this?”
She shrugged once again; her bloody-red eyes never leaving his. “I just said a little birdie told me.”
Raqoul narrowed his eyes at her. He doesn’t trust her in the slightest. “And why are you telling me?” He finally said.
“Well, I’m helping you today because in the future you will return the favour,” She told in her raspy and alluring tone. She sassily brushed her thick long raven hair.
He looked at her for a long moment then he sighed. “Whatever,” He crossed his arms.
She rolled her eyes at him then she spread her wings and flew away from him.
Finally! She left. Raqoul’s thought. She won’t keep pestering him like a mosquito. She is always there to annoy the living crap out of him. Sometimes, He wishes that she is gone — that she vanished out of thin air — like she was never born.
But she left a while ago and Raqoul sighed in satisfaction.
A woman, surrounded by the finest, most exquisitely decorated room stands before a giant mirror, smiling as she brushed her hair. The walls were a calming green that brought up the morale of an entire battalion, and the ceiling was lined with various lanterns that cast a comforting warm white light. A large desk of polished maple wood and a comfortable chair with soft sand-brown cushions sat to the side of the woman, giving her all the room she needed to enjoy herself. On the walls hung pieces of fine paintings of various people, probably family members, adding an extra depth to the room's atmosphere.
The woman hazelnut’s eyes sparkled with mischievousness as she surveyed her rectangular Green Emerald pendant that hung on her slender neck.
She let out a giggle as she traced her pendant as if she was feeling it powers then she let go of it afterwards; Her slender fingers touched the hair brush. She gently brushed her long, thick hair tresses.
Lost deep in her thoughts, she didn’t hear her mother’s voice calling from the other room until she heard a knock on her door. That, brought her to reality. She let go of the hairbrush and got to her feet to answer the door.
Her mother stood there, hands on her hips, impatiently tapping her feet on the floor. It was a clear display of annoyance, accompanied by a pout on her beautiful yet aged face.
“I have been calling you for a while for now!” She stated. Her tone is laden with annoyance and impatience.
She smiled at her mother. “Apologise, Mother, I was busy.”
Her mother, Salwa, rolled her eyes at her “You could’ve told me!”
She giggled. “My bad, Mother, won’t happen again.”
“I truly hope so, Novelyn,” Salwa uttered. “Also, Your brothers are coming today, So be ready to welcome them.”
Without uttering a single word; Her mother, she briskly walked towards the door and exited, leaving Novelyn in her behind. Novelyn rolled her eyes, feeling a mix of annoyance and frustration, before casually making her way to her vanity desk to resume brushing her long, dark hair.
Novelyn sighed in pure annoyance. She resumed brushing her thick tresses with annoyance and jealousy, she brushed through her hair with nothing but pure resentment and jealousy. She gritted her teeth, anger and envy seething within.
The jealous woman brushes her hair not in a soothing manner, but rather with anger and resentment her strokes lacking the gentle motions typically associated with brushing her hair, rather she treats it roughly, even tearing out a few strands to relieve some of her anger and resentment. Her eyes are narrowed in jealousy as she watches herself in the mirror, her expression showing just how much she despises her brothers.
Engulfed by a virulent shade of emerald envy, she unleashed a feral snarl, the very essence of her jealousy and spite for her siblings reverberating through the room. With an agile bound, she rose, her hands transformed into instruments of rage. They descended upon the mirror with a tempest's fury, but the glass, crafted from the most resilient and exquisite materials, withstood her onslaught. In a fit of pique, her hairbrushes were sentenced to fly, banished to the room's farthest corner. It was more than a tantrum; it was a tempest within her soul, threatening to lay waste to her sanctuary.
She sighed in pure annoyance and threw her hairbrush away. she wearily slumped in the seat before her vanity, a silent witness to her earlier havoc. The remnants of her tumultuous 'redecorations' scattered about her.
"Why would I ruin myself?" she pondered aloud, a soft echo in the stillness. Her lips parted, a silent gasp hinting at words unspoken, thoughts unformed. "Why don’t I ruin their lives instead?”
Jealousy and envy, those twin serpents, slithered through her thoughts, leaving trails of poisonous intent. The seed of malice took root within her, blooming into a dark desire to inflict irrevocable ruin upon her brothers—a baleful curse, an enchantment of shadow, from which there would be no mending, no escape.
Aliyaa meandered through the verdant embrace of the ancient woods, her footsteps light upon the mossy earth. A melody, delicate and tender, escaped her lips, weaving a tranquil harmony with the rustling leaves. An errant bough, garbed in the vibrant green of spring, bowed low as if to crown her passage. With a gentle hand, she persuaded it aside and continued her enchanted stroll.
The forest around her seemed to breathe with ethereal grace, each fern and flower a silent witness to a tale of wonder and beauty. The canopy above filtered a sky awash with a soft azure glow, where clouds billowed like tufts of spun sugar, a feast for dreaming eyes.
Then, a voice—familiar and rich with the timbre of home—caressed her ears, a sound that had always been a bastion of happiness and safety.
It was her father's voice.
She gently looked behind her and saw him: Her father, Hadi Aepel, The man whose very presence was a balm to her soul. He stood, donned in white robes trimmed with gold and brown, a shepherd's hat resting atop of head. His shoulder-length hair, black as a raven's feathers, framed a face of smooth, fair-skinned —warm hazelnut eyes. His visage radiated a perennial handsomeness, a portrait of paternal affection.
"Aliyaa," he spoke, his voice a gentle invocation.
She looked at him with an innocent face "Yes, Father?"
He smiled brightly at her as he stepped closer "Have I told you today that I love you?"
She raised her chin gently and shook her head.
His hands, warm and reassuring, came to rest upon her shoulders. "Promise me, Aliyaa, that you will always remain true to yourself, and always be on the side of good."
"I promise, Daddy," she responded innocently.
Embraced in his arms, a soft gasp escaped her—a gasp of surprise and contentment, the embrace an unspoken pact of protection. Yet, as they parted, a sudden chill pricked at the edge of the moment.
Aliyaa's smile wavered — Her eyes as big as saucers — once a canvas of tranquillity, darkened in an instant. A tempest brewed at the horizon, its approach swift and menacing. Rain began to descend — a curtain of sorrow upon the scene.
In horror, she looked at her father. His face which always brought warmth and joy, was now a visage of night — eyes that once sparkled now wept a black ichor — the tears of a dark affliction. His figure, once a bastion of strength — now seemed to crumble before her.
"P-poisoned..." he rasped, his voice a hollow echo of despair, He desperately clawed at his chest as if he was trying to stop the pain. "My heart... poisoned."
There was no warmth in his tone. It was replaced by an unknown feeling to Aliyaa; The once warm and gentle tone is now cold and lifeless and devoid of emotion.
As he reached for her, desperately trying to grab her — Aliyaa recoiled and ran away. Her scream pierced the forest as the nightmare's grip tightened, and then—
Darkness.
Aliyaa jolted awake — her scream still echoing in the silence of her room. A deep breath filled her lungs as reality settled around her. It was just a nightmare, but the ominous foreshadowing of her father's fate lingered — a portent of trials to come.
She wanted to cry because she loves her father and the fear of losing him is unbearable. She cannot imagine her life without her father. Because, he is the only one who is showing her love, Her mother is… neglecting her lately.
Without him, She would be alone. And she’d miss his affection and warmth.
She began to pray to her god to protect and bliss her father’s life.
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scenes of an arson site
Summary: Pact airships go down, taken by Mordremoth's vines. Elandrin is on one of them.
Content warnings: mentions of violence and all around bad times.
Spoilers: HoT
I
It starts with a headache.
Then there’s screaming. Thorns, so much fucking screaming.
And then the airships go down.
II
It takes him a minute to realize he’s conscious again. His eyes refuse to see clearly, so he closes them. He’s not in this primordial darkness anymore - there’s light, so much light around him, flashes of color, sounds he can’t parse out. His mind feels heavy.
A thud of footsteps. A person comes close. “Is he awake?” He can’t say who asks the question. It’s all a jumbled mess.
“Looks like it. He isn’t still anymore.”
“Maybe he lost his marbles, like the rest of them.”
“Spirits, no! Shut it! Arcanist Elandrin, are you with us? Can you hear me?”
Elandrin.. Elandrin.. That’s a cool name. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. He squints at the all-consuming daylight and mouths the name again. Elandrin.. Elandrin..
Something in his mind tugs as realization sharply comes. Elandrin screams as he’s suddenly thrown back into his body that lays in his own sap, his ribs burn, and the tug holds for a bit until there’s a hand on his forehead and he slumps down again, panting like a sylvan hound.
“Told you he’s with us,” a norn woman voices. Elandrin looks at her. She has blood on her face. “Here, drink some water.” She makes a face. “Plants need water, don’t they?”
He swallows the cold liquid greedily and loudly. A bird screams above him. It smells like ash, blood, fire, and cooked meat. His hands scramble to get a hold of the flask as he downs the rest of it.
“What the fuck happened?” he croaks and frowns at how wretched his voice sounds. He’s covered in a blanket; he feels the remaining pieces of his torn homegrown clothes tickle his bare bark. He assumes the blanket is more for modesty than for warmth. Have these people never seen a dick before? He dares not laugh at their moral constraints, if only because he knows it’ll sound like he’s choking.
“Oh! You’re awake!” a human woman in Vigil gear turns with a disapproving face. “Are you one of them?”
“One of who, for fuck’s sake?”
“You planty fuckers all went insane on that ship and almost killed us all!” the human all but yells and Elandrin snickers.
“I am not fucking insane, you dimwit. I have no idea what’s going on, but I do know that my ribs hurt and that I need a mender.” He looks around and sees he’s the only sylvari in the camp. Aside from the yelling bitch, there’s a norn woman who gave him the flask, a bald asura with yellow eyes, and another norn, who’s cradling a broken arm.
“Go find one yourself, you wretched Mordrem,” she adds and Elandrin sits up harshly, only to bend forward as the sharp pain pierces his ribs. His mind aches with a new weight he knows hasn’t been there before. Part of him wants to be afraid, but he’s too offended to care about it.
Him, a Mordrem? Him, a sylvari, a Dreamer, secondborn of the Pale Tree, to serve Mordremoth of all things?! Him, an ugly monster?
“Juliana, stop,” the norn woman says wearily and extends her hands to help him lay down. He shakes his head and groans his way onto the ground. “He isn’t a Mordrem. He’s one of us. If he was, he would’ve killed us right away.” She laughs nervously. “Wouldn’t be an issue for an elementalist of his caliber.”
“What’s your name?” Elandrin asks the norn woman.
“Skadi. Skadi Runarskin.”
“Mm, and which order?”
“Priory, Arcanist. I.. I attended your classes on fire elemental magic techniques before the airships sailed.” He looks at her, and her big, wide eyes and the dark circles under them. Brown hair sticks to her forehead. Her face is utterly unmemorable.
“And where are the airships now?”
Skadi waves her hands. “Gone,” she says with a gravel in her voice. “Vines came from the sky and dragged us down. Sylvari on board, they.. They started screaming and attacking people. I don’t remember much.”
Neither does he. All he remembers is the falling and the screaming. “Huh,” he says. “Unless Juliana shuts her mouth up like a good little girl, I will start attacking too.”
Juliana growls. “If I ever see a sign, I’m killing you.”
“Just try.”
Oh, but his body’s tired. He lies back, feels his ribs throb, and blinks at the sun.
I can make it stop hurting.
The fact the voice isn’t his own should scare him. But he’s too tired to be scared. The tug lessens and he falls into a temporary, dreamless sleep.
III
The man with the broken hand is the first to go. His death was quick, or so Elandrin saw. They’d attracted a Mordrem ambush; thankfully, there were so few of them, now ashes on the sparkly, green grass, but they got the guy well before they could become so. All it took was one swing and he was gone.
He had no chances anyways.
They’re making a burial for him. Elandrin never really understood burials, the same way he doesn’t understand namedays or marriage. Or surnames. He chooses to sit while they recite some meaningless words for his soul, Skadi, Juliana and the asura, and watch. The dead norn’s gear is so ill-fitted that Elandrin can only steal the shirt that reaches his knees, but it’s solid gear. As solid as gear comes when you’re lost in the jungle, anyways.
“Raven guide your spirit, my friend,” Skadi whispers. Elandrin wonders why she’s sad. She hardly knew him. And even if she did, he’s a casualty of war. Grief has no place here. He thinks of Trahearne, and swallows a lump in his throat.
Where is his friend, anyway?
“They will find us here,” he says. Juliana looks at him. She looks like she wants to throw her helmet at him.
“This was our second ambush in a week,” she snaps. “You’re attracting them. You’re sending out pheromones, or whatever the fuck you plants have. They’re sensing you like a fucking dog.”
“Sylvari don’t have pheromones, not like you people do,” he replies and presses his hand on the ground to get up. His ribs haven’t stopped hurting, but he’ll be damned if he lets them see that. “Maybe they’re hunting you.”
I can make it stop hurting. Come to me.
The voice has been a constant, too. It came after the tug; he feels like it eats parts of his mind in morsels, like pieces of Elandrin-shaped fruit, a darkness he can’t shake off, no matter how hard he tries. It sends terror down his spine at night, when his glow is the only thing keeping him away from the darkness around him. It makes him curl in on himself, in spite of the pain, and breathe in the grass and the leaves and the blood to keep him from giving into it.
The voice promises freedom from that, too. But it doesn’t feel like his own, so he doesn’t trust it. He doesn’t trust Juliana, or Skadi, or the little armored rat. He doesn’t trust anything but the pain in his ribs, the pressure in his gut, the ache in his body, and what remains of his mind.
Get away from me, he says to the voice.
Then it roars and he has to bite down his hand to stop from screaming.
Mine, mine, mine, it roars, and he cries into the grass and the leaves and the grave of a dead norn.
“Go fuck yourself,” Juliana says.
I can kill her for you, if you’d let me.
Skadi cries later. Elandrin watches the light catch on her tears and feels the urge to lick them off her face. Does her blood taste sweet? His tastes like honey; his is a desert. Norn blood probably tastes like licking metal.
Be mine, Elandrin, and you won’t have to cry anymore. The world will be yours to burn.
He resists, and cries anyway.
IV
The asura disappears next. Dead, alive, Elandrin doesn’t know; the fucking jungle wants to kill them, and they’re running for their lives, and his concentration is shamefully weak as is, so he’s too focused on the magical warmth on his fingertips to notice where small things are. It’s like a bug. He never bothered to learn their name either - asura names make him snarl as he’s saying them.
They’re irrelevant, just as the leaves he’s crunching beneath his feet are irrelevant. It’s getting harder to tell the difference anyways.
“We should go back for them,” Skadi says. Her voice sounds distorted, high, and her words are hard to make out. He’s squinting, trying to catch the features of her face. It reminds him of a tree - brown on brown on brown, like a sylvari he once knew. “They could need our help!”
“It’s no use,” Elandrin says. His voice sounds off to his own ears; he blinks himself awake from a stupor. Skadi’s face is long and scarred, she has overgrown eyebrows and dark circles around her bloodshot eyes. “The jungle has them already.”
“How do you know it, Arcanist?” Skadi cries, hitting her fist on the ground. “Eissa’s research isn’t yet finished! They studied dwarven magic. They had siblings back in Rata Sum. How are we supposed to go back to them and tell them Eissa is dead?”
Eissa can be reunited with their siblings when all is returned to me.
Elandrin digs his fingers in his ribs. The bark is dark, sensitive to touch and he growls - in pain, at the voice, he doesn’t know.
Go fuck yourself, I’m not becoming one of yours. He vaguely recalls that sylvari can become Mordrem. His chest tightens and he looks up at the sky, the clouds, the all powerful sun, and the endless expanse of tall trees and breathes.
He almost fits there. Those leaves up above look better than his foliage does now, decaying, half pulled out, struggling to glow the way it did. He wants to be a tree, he wants to not think, he wants to have beautiful leaves again. He catches sight of one half singed leaf and breathes out.
He wants to have beautiful leaves again.
“The same way we were supposed to go back to our siblings in the Grove and tell them our bodies are now their live experiment,” he says darkly. “They have to pay for that.”
Skadi swallows. Juliana sighs and pulls out a gun.
“I should shoot you,” she says. “You’re destroying yourself. You’re obviously deranged. Soon enough, you’ll be one of the Mordrem.”
Elandrin snarls. “Just try it.”
The asura can pay. Juliana can pay. Let me in, and they can all pay.
Elandrin gasps. Night spreads around them, big and tight and oppressive. His head feels like it’s about to burst. His mind feels like a half-eaten apple that’s home to a couple of worms. He bites his hand and cries when the pressure tightens and holds, and between the two sensations, he falls back into the refreshing pool of darkness beneath.
When he mercifully wakes up, he runs.
V
The jungle burns around him. The jungle burns, and his eyes prickle, and his skin feels like it’s on fire. He doesn’t know where he is, or what he’s doing; he watches the miserable, half-dead leaves on his head dangle before his eyes.
The struggle and the pain can stop, little one. All you have to do is let me in.
He roars and digs his nails into the ground. They break and he digs even harder, yells until his throat hurts, hurls sounds in the air as the dead remains of his enemies burn around him in a half-circle. Mordremoth screams, but Elandrin screams harder.
He’ll scream himself to death if he has to.
The ground shakes as someone approaches. Fire doesn’t seem to hurt them. There’s a hand on his face, and claws that don’t tear, and Elandrin stops screaming. His throat burns as he cries, and writhes in the corner, in the ashes of those that wanted to kill him, and he smells sap around him and is just aware enough to know it’s his own.
“Master has been looking for you,” the person says. “You’re still struggling.” They sound gentle and Elandrin sobs harder with as much breath as he has left.
“Please,” he rasps out. It all hurts. His head, his mind, his body, it’s all one big point of pain.
The person kneels down. Elandrin looks at them. Hands hold their face, and they’re big. It’s blurry, but it’s as if the fingers part and reveal the soft browns of what’s a sylvari eye.
“It can stop, the pain,” the person says softly. “Just let go.” And then, in a voice he thought long gone, “I hate seeing you in pain even now, El.”
He doesn’t know what it is. One last punch comes from deep within, from the memories he tries so hard to bury down, hazy in the smoke. He grasps it and holds onto it. The figure then leans in, licks his tears with his forked tongue, and presses his petal-soft lips to Elandrin’s forehead.
“Adryn,” Elandrin croaks. His whole body shakes. He loved Adryn, once. He loved their nights together. He loved the way Adryn laughed. He loved holding Adryn’s hand and making him fire constellations. He loved the way Adryn’s bark felt against his own, naked, his lips on Elandrin’s face, and the way he held him close, and he can almost hear himself laugh again the same way he did then. The sound comes distorted, off, and he can hear his own angry words and the tremble in Adryn’s voice.
He loved Adryn, once. But as he loves all things, himself included, that too ended up in flames.
“All you have to do is let go,” Adryn says.
Elandrin stares at the night sky, caught between death and life. The fire can’t catch him, but he hopes it will.
With one last push, he wishes the jungle would burn down with him.
VI
“Arcanist Elandrin! We found him!”
“Is he dead?”
“Don’t think so! Come on, I need a hand over here! Hurry up! Do we have menders on the squad? I repeat, do we have menders on the squad?”
There are voices. Steps. Rustle of leaves. Pants of worry, and hurt. Metal against metal. Clinking of armor.
“Elandrin, are you with me?”
He struggles to locate the voice. His eyes might as well be sealed shut.
“I’m here. For fuck’s sake. Just listen to my voice, okay? I know you’re with us. Just listen to my voice, yeah. Good. Like that. I’m here. We have menders on the squad. We’ll get you up in no time. It’s just some healing magic. Feels a little invasive. Not much I can do about it. I’m sure you people have a better word for it.” There’s a hand on his face. He sighs as it guides him. The pain subsides. “Elandrin? Yeah, knew you were with us. Dwayna have fucking mercy on you. Who fucked you up like that?”
His eyes open slowly. There are claws on his face, but the face that greets him isn’t monstrous, nor the eye familiar. The face is pale, human, with bright, purple eyes.
“It’s me, Alysannyra. I know I’m not your favorite person, but who fucking cares right now. I’m healing you until the menders come. You’re not dying on me - you hear me? You’re not dying on the Pact. You’ll want to singe my eyebrows off later, but I’m not letting you die, you hear me?”
Alysannyra..?
“You’re coming to. Great. Glad to see you’re as destructive when you’re unconscious as you are when you’re awake. All this ash is very becoming of you.”
He raises a hand. It shakes but he holds it up. Alysannyra.. He can’t recall a single good thing about her, but right now, her body feels soft and safe. He touches her nose and his hand drops down again.
“Not a mordrem,” he says weakly, when someone else kneels down beside them.
“Good to hear. Thought I’d have to put you down if you suddenly go all monstrous on us.”
He shakes his head.
He made it. He’s alive. He could cry, if his body willed it.
Not a mordrem, he thinks to himself one last time before darkness takes him again.
But this time, the hands he falls into are safe.
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Hesperid
Image © Paizo Publishing. Accessed at Archives of Nethys here
[I was not expecting Paizo to make a specific fey based on the Hesperides from Greek mythology instead of just making them nymphs, but I like it.]
Hesperid
CR 9 LN Fey
This humanoid woman has a radiant beauty, her hair and skin colors reminiscent of the light of a sunset. She has long pointed ears and no pupils, marking her fey nature.
The hesperids are fey creatures that guard areas of natural beauty in the mortal realm. They are tied to the setting sun, and their domains always include a good view of the sunset. Hesperids also guard other objects as well—treasures prized by the fey or druidic circles, or historical relics thought lost. These prizes are disguised as golden apples, often mixed with mere trash disguised the same way in order to thwart robbery. More powerful hesperids may guard magical artifacts. In order to defend their landscape and their treasures, hesperids will fight, using conjured sunlight like a druid wields a flame blade.
Because of their ties to the regular cycle of the planet’s orbit, hesperids have lawful minds. Other fey sometimes see them as stodgy, but also respect their reliability and even tempers. Hesperids get along well with most lawful outsiders, as well as bronze and gold dragons, and are stern opponents of forces of undeath. They recognize that darkness has its place in the cosmic order, but are most comfortable in bright lights.
Hesperid Boons and Banes (CL 13th, DC 23)
The most likely boon a hesperid would give to a mortal would be a lesser treasure, typically exchanged for something more relevant to the fey, plus access to the hesperid’s healing magic. Still, some are charmed by mortal artistry, and give their blessings as patrons of the arts. Those who try to steal from a hesperid are sometimes cursed with permanent blindness.
Boon: The glow of the hesperid fills your heart. You gain a +1 sacred bonus to all saving throws, and a +4 competence bonus to all Craft and Perform checks. This bonus lasts for 1 week.
Bane: You are permanently blinded. The blindness can be removed with remove blindness or a similar effect, but returns with the sunrise each day unless it is removed with a break enchantment, limited wish, wish or miracle
Hesperid CR 9
XP 6,400
LN Medium fey
Init +6; Senses low-light vision, Perception +23
Defense
AC 23, touch 23, flat-footed 16(+6 Dex, +1 dodge, +6 deflection)
hp 110 (13d6+65)
Fort +8, Ref +14, Will +12
DR 10/cold iron
Defensive Abilities unearthly grace; Weakness sunset dependent
Offense
Speed 30 ft., fly 60 ft. (good)
Melee sunset ribbon +13/+8 touch (1d10+6 plus 1d6 fire)
Ranged sunset ribbon +13 touch (1d10+6 plus 1d6 fire)
Spell-like Abilities CL 13th, concentration +19 (+23 casting defensively)
At will—daylight, veil (DC 22, self only)
3/day—cure critical wounds (DC 20), quickened glitterdust (DC 18), searing light
Statistics
Str 11, Dex 22, Con 19, Int 18, Wis 19, Cha 22
Base Atk +7; CMB +7; CMD 36
Feats Alertness, Combat Casting,Defensive Combat Training, Dodge, Quicken SLA (glitterdust),Toughness, Weapon Finesse
Skills Acrobatics +21, Bluff +21, Climb +15, Diplomacy +21, Fly +25, Intimidate +18, Knowledge (geography, local, nature) +19, Knowledge (arcana, history) +16, Perception +23, Perform (any one) +21, Sense Motive +23, Stealth + 21
Languages Common, Sylvan, Utopian
SQ golden apple
Ecology
Environment any coastal or hills
Organization solitary or enclave (2-6)
Treasure double standards
Special Abilities
Golden Apple (Su) As a standard action, a hesperid can transform any object of up to 10 cubic feet of material into a golden apple weighing 1 pound. This lasts until the hesperid dismisses the effect as a standard action or if the item has spent 24 hours outside of the hesperid’s bonded location.
Sunset Dependent (Su) A hesperid is mystically bonded to a location that has a good view of the sunset
under ideal conditions—cliffs, islands and valleys are common sites. A hesperid that leaves this area, or who is not outside when the sun sets in that area (even if she can’t see, or if weather hides the sun), takes 1d6 points of Constitution drain per day. A hesperid can bind to a new location with a 24 hour ritual.
Sunset Ribbon (Su) A hesperid can conjure a ribbon of sunlight as a swift action, and dismiss it as a swift action. With this ribbon, she can make melee touch attacks as an attack action, or may snap it like a whip as a standard action to fire a ray up to 180 feet. Regardless of how the hesperid uses it to attack, the sunset ribbon deals 1d10 points of slashing damage modified by the hesperid’s Charisma modifier and 1d6 fire damage. Undead, or other creatures with negative energy affinity, take an additional 1d6 points of damage.
Unearthly Grace (Su) A hesperid gains her Charisma modifier as a deflection bonus to AC and CMD.
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Round 2 Group 5
Propaganda and spoilers under cut
Broccoloids:
The Broccoloids are broccoli-like aliens from outer space. Their plan was to mind control every person in Townsville and complete world domination with vegetable-based weapons, war vehicles, and even a horse-like carrot creature.
They infected the local produce with spores to hypnotize the populace. Fortunately, they only hypnotized the adults, as none of the kids in townsville would eat their vegetables.
As they advance with their own firepower, the girls first try to fight them by beating them up but being plant-based lifeforms, the Broccoloids can regenerate damaged body parts.
Blossom then realized the only way to beat the Broccoloids was to eat them. The girls and all of Townsvilles children devoured the Broccolids alive and then smashed the leaders scepter, ending the hypnosis (Yes, the whole episode is a lesson for kids to eat their vegetables, but its an absurd and entertaining one)
Sylvan Hound:
Sylvan hounds and pups are plants that mimic dogs and are born from the Pale Tree. The start of small then grow into their full size after a few months. They are naturally docile and very pretty but are able to protect you with their bite and leap.
Theres a cute heart objective in Caldon Forest where you help manage the kennel by returning lost hounds, petting the pups and repel spiders from attacking them.
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"There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor." (A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens, 1847)
surprise!!! here's some boys for y'all!
fashion just... didn't change as much or as drastically for men as it did for women. there's a few reasons for this, like the association of fashion with women, that fashion was one of few accepted ways of women's expression, that the way men were dressed was under less of a microscope... etc. etc. also, a lot of top hats were worn pretty much through the century, but i kept on forgetting them :(
1800s directory
cc links under the cut!
see my resources page for genetics
aleksander and anatoly : peebsplays' unrequited hair + regency activist outfit / historicalsimslife's regency suit + standhardheld's made for walkin' boots
barthélémy and burton : thesimsblues' brutus hair + get famous outfit / vampires outfit + standardheld's made for walkin' boots
cecil and ciprian : cliffirem's gavin hair + niksims vampireprincess sideburns recolor + peebsplays' collins regency set + standardheld's made for walkin' boots / happylifesims' vincent fashion set + suit
dalton and dylan : johnnysimmer's chris hair + niksims vampireprincess sideburns recolor + joliebean's viago outfit + vampires boots / happylifesims' 1830s greatcoat
edwin and elmer : johnnysimmer's vevesims' elias hair update + peebsplays' baby chops + historicalsimslife's authoritative aristocrat suit + mmoutfitters' fancy feet shoe recolor / happylifesims' 1840s suspenders outfit + horse ranch gloves + base game boots
ferdinand and frazier : plumbobteasociety's elm hair + simmerofthedawn's top hat evening recolor + peebsplays' albert facial hair + batsfromwesteros's victorian daywear with jacket (royalthornolia chronicles purple patterned recolor) + vampires boots / simmerofthedawn's top hat day recolor + theroyalthornoliachronicles' night at the opera set
gavril and godefrid : peebsplays' bertram facial hair + pandorasimbox's azariah sacksuit + base game boots / ameyasims' invested vest + pants recolor
harlan and hershel : igorstory's franz facial hair + batsfromwesteros' franz joseph hunting hat + lady-moriel's bureaucrat set + plumbobteasociety's foxtrot shoes / simmerofthedawn's top hat day recolor + linzlu's timely overcoat + ameyasims' invested pants recolor
idris and ira : kocatmeow's daryl hair + igorstory's franz facial hair + sylvanes' mysterious lord coat (tsr download) + plumbobteasociety's foxtrot shoes / chere-indolente's vanzetti's chore coat + ameyasims' invested pants recolor
jerome and judah : johnnysimmer's vevesims' luciano hair update + igorstory's brute facial hair + simmerofthedawn's top hat day recolor + lollaleeloo's victorian suit (tsr download) + plumbobteasociety's foxtrot shoes / simmerofthedawn's top hat evening recolor + vintagesimstress' 1896 cutaway frock suit + mmoutfitters' fancy feet shoe recolor
thank you to @peebsplays @historicalsimslife @thesimsblues @cliffirem @lost-my-plumbbob-in-your-pond @happylifesimsreblogs @johnnysimmer @joliebean @mmoutfitters @plumbobteasociety @simmerofthedawn @batsfromwesteros @theroyalthornoliachronicles @pandorasimbox @ameyasims @igorstory @lady-moriel @linzlu @lunenore @chere-indolente @lollaleeloosstuff @vintagesimstress
#my sims#sims 4 lookbook#ts4 lookbook#sims 4 historical lookbook#ts4 historical lookbook#sims 4 victorian lookbook#sims 4 regency lookbook#ts4 victorian lookbook#ts4 regency lookbook#223 years#historical#georgian#regency#victorian#1800s#1810s#1820s#1830s#1840s#1850s#1860s#1870s#1880s#1890s
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