#Apprentice Hal

[lenora-reyes]

A Stagnant Reprieve

Several months had passed now with no notable change since the incident that took place upon the Dragon Isles. While parts of Lily Pier had been revisited and reclaimed - the Squire had felt the same. Debilitating confidence was hidden with a broad smile and exceptional service to the people; but inside she felt great distress and frustration. Every day was an effort to strive to do more, to be better, and to grow in the ways needed of the Coalition.

She had met so many people in such a short time from the darkest parts of Duskwood to the poorest areas within Westfall. No one person was more invaluable than the other - and Lenora saw to it that her presence was known.

One such traveler she had met was a man by the name of Sir Jandor Briarwood. He happened upon the small town of Darkshire not too many days before while she had been doing a final patrol of the area. According to him, there had been some hysterical woman spouting about a witch in the area. And while it wasn't too far-fetched for the Squire to believe, it did raise some concern about the Coalition's absence in the darkened woods.

But if there was some one she could count on to keep things in check, it would be that of Blackscale. In their previous departure to the Dragon Isles, he had kept to his word to ensure the dangers would be kept at bay. Though as to the details of that venture, she didn't press too much. Especially given that her spirit had become completely shaken since their defeat against Stratogeth.

There were likely some conversations with Adamar to straighten her mindset and bottle those feelings she felt temporarily. But there was a boundary being set onto how much she depended on that guidance. So much so that she made any excuse to remain sparse from her mentors and keep as busy as she could. It wasn't like this boundary was needed though when Adamar was called to investigate more trouble elsewhere in the realm. Newfound activities that were adopted by the Squire ranged from reconstructing homes, to broadening her skills at the forge after Apprentice Hal's tutelage, and to train in isolation after any mandatory arrangements by her knights.

Every minute that wasn't spent doing something led her to that spiraling discomfort of despair. It was only in the presence of others that she could keep her mask on and put on the face that people wanted to see. That was easier than the nights she had to work herself to the point of exhaustion to sleep. There was a constant worry about the dreams that had surfaced in her coma that led her to fight against her body's needs.

On one of the final days before the voyage set to Northrend would take place, Sir Briarwood had arrived to Westfall injured after an attack in Duskwood. In her efforts to see to his recovery, she took him to the local church within Brushwind for treatment and to hear the doctrine of the light for some blessings. His armor was terribly damaged and the night was spent in utilizing some of the Draconium ore she had collected while at the Dragon Isles to fix it.

Given the effort of her contributions - there was no way Jandor felt he could return the favor outside of his appreciation and gratitude. That had felt like enough for the numbed Squire. And it gave her a sense of fulfillment when not a lot else had.

As the dawn of the voyage arrived, she brought herself towards the dock with what belongings she had for such a frozen hellscape. And while she had developed a close and strong bond with Dopey, her horse was brought about this time to accompany her onto the boat. The days that followed at sea were swifter than the months she had endured in Westfall.

Upon their arrival at Venture Bay - the Squire had kept her ears open and head down to escort those in need from the vessel. Everyone was given a hand where she could spare it. And while she had some interest in seeing what else the world had to offer, it felt watered down by the reception at the dock. But as she had promised to those she left behind - she made time to write to them telling of her arrival to Northrend.

Yet so much remained unknown to the Squire. And while she didn't know how to anticipate the trouble that lie ahead, she was mentally preparing herself for it. And before long, another solemn day passed where she was roused from her sleep to aid with the caravans and wagons.

The deciduous woodland of Grizzly Hills was surveyed as she followed on foot beside one of the wagons. Her horse was used to help pull one of the many wagons to the Howling Fjord. It was no surprise that the brisk cold air was certainly something she would need to adapt to. But if anything, she had a strengthened resolve to see things through.

And as she had expected, some journeys aren't made without a hiccup in the road. @theborderlandcoalition

[sister-of-the-brotherband]

Two opposing pre-canon Hal headcannons I like with completely opposing energy are

a.) Hal is perhaps the biggest Will Treaty, (foreign war hero to the Scandian people) fanboy to ever exist. A brave, strong, ingenuitive young man who just happens to come from Araluen? Who gained the respect of even tough, hardened sailors and fighters and who's name is known by many? Hal can't help but respect and look up to someone like Will (and hope that someday his countrymen will come to respect him like that).

Or

b.) Will Treaty? What's so good about him? No matter what he's done, he's still foreign. He isn't Skandian (not even halfway), so why is he so well liked? Why was it so easy for him? Hal would never, ever admit it, but he can't help the deep dislike for a man he's never even met. Because he has exactly what Hal has always dreamed of, without even knowing it.

Of course these are pre-canon, because after he achieves something heroic, Hal is even more well-liked and well-known. But I do kinda wonder how it would feel to him, to know that there is someone from Araluen that Skandians are almost all okay with, but Hal's still an outcast.

[pitbullwithaship]

I'm currently in a return of the rangers apprentice hyperfixation/phase/whateveracallit and yknow what I would love if somebody would write? Because I haven't found any? So if you see them then give me the link please? Bit if you don't somebody needs to write this? I need a fanfiction where like the rangers apprentice gang travels to Skandia to visit or something and they meet the Herons and stuff. It should include:

- Gilan being there and being very happy to see his friends

- Erik being proud of Hal and Will both and bragging about them both

- Halt and Thorn being besties

- Kloof

- Lydia impressing Halt

- Stig impressing everybody

- All the Herons impressing all the Araluens and vice versa

- Karina being an Araluen and former slave because that isn't talked about enough

- casual mention of "-oh the peace treaty with the Temujai" "IM SORRY WHAT? HOW?" "How do you think" (Hal of course)

[burnin0akleaves]

(Will and Halt)

There we go, all the kitty cat sketches people requested plus the Wilyss that made me want want to start drawing cats in the first place. You can see the dip in quality as we go

[trzcinawtrawiewrites]

Mikkel never manages to free Karina before their son is born, before he dies on the Iberian coast, and Thorn gets his wish and drowns with his hand still intact. With no one else to step up it is up to Erak to raise the boy kneeling in his mam’s blood and staring at Erak with Mikkel’s eyes.

Or, Erak thinks his kid can do no wrong, the Wolfwind’s crew are terrible influences, and Hal’s survival instincts have never existed in the first place.

An excerpt: “You took a child on a raid?” he echoes with disappointment and something harsher, as if being a father made him qualified to judge the Skandian ways of childrearing. It does not, for the record. “We know he's not supposed to be here,” explains Svengal, already tired. Maybe this is how Erak feels basically every day of his life. He turns to Hal, and glares at him. “He knows he's not supposed to be here. He’s here anyway. Drop it.”

[itzzzluna]

#2, Hero

"I don't mind competing hard, but leaving your opponent to drown is another matter entirely. That's not the way skandians do things"

So, Hero, there were multiple things I thought about here but my mind kept going to the Herons. They saved Rollond from drowning even though they were the ones who were going to win...

"That was well done, Hal Mikkelson. And all the rest of you Herons"

They're finally getting the appreciation they so much deserve! Some real hero's in my opinion

[that-one-enby-ranger]

Halt: What do you think of Crowley? *pause* Pritchard: *sighs* Nice pal. Halt: I think he’s gay.

[ranger-raziel]

Kidnapper: we have your boyfriend!

Stig: but I don’t have a boyfriend?

Kidnapper: then who keeps trying to invent plumbing!?

Stig: oh my god they have Hal!

[thelastranger]

[th3-st4r-gur1]

Follow up on my last poll

Idk what else to put for options 😭

[permettez-moi]

HAL MIKKELSON

[honeyinmycoffee]

Hey folks,

I was wondering

I think this is a pretty hard question if I say so myself.

[sister-of-the-brotherband]

Gilan: You know, someday we'll look back on this and laugh.

Hal: I promise you, for the rest of my life, every time I look back on this I'll personally sail to Araluen and slap you.

[queen-fenestra]

i just finished reading stern chase so stern vhase spoilers ahead.

ulf and wulf as lydias bridesmaids is top tier. that was the best part of the book.

also, erak telling his secretary, 'send this threat to the iberians and tell them ill starve their people and ruin the economy there. but do it diplomatically.'

kloof and erak rivalry

hal and thorn threatening to burn wolfwind and erak freaking out. they mentioned burning more than was necessary.

the iberions getting atacked by a bear.

stern chase was definitley better than other books in this series

[starlooove]

Ok I know Duke is a meta and all but I think the shadow aspect of his powers should be magically related just so that he can have zatanna and Constantine tryna mentor him too

[emacrow]

"Hey, can you move your Lantern Corp away from my Grave? Your blocking the view."

"What?" Hal said startled as he noticed a floating white hair teen with green eyes looking annoyed.

It would've be common event if it weren't for the fact that they in the middle of space near Mar.

"Could you please move the lantern Corp away from my grave, it's blocking the my view of the stars." The boy said pointing back at mars then back at Green lantern Corps.

"This is the second time this happen and I would like to just rest in peace."

The more Hal look at the floating boy, the more he realized how humaniod and alien like he began to look, the clear white hair with sparks of stars dust in it, the freckled covering his face look a splatter of dwarf stars, the toxic green eyes, and the odd looking clothes that look barely human like with the kind of reptile skulls on his shoulders.

Oh

OH

Oh..

"I'll tell them to move it from your view.." Hal said paling a bit as later on he went closer to Mars where that floating alien child has pointed then disappeared.

Only to see a makeshift grave made from unknown mineral in the red dirt that looked ancient and beyond dusty level that almost made him sneeze.

Hal move the dust away from the tombstone like made of extinct like mineral, with a name that took his lantern green 3 hours to translate which static and glitch.

"Danny phantom

Brother

Planet Savior

Hero

Clockwork's apprentice

Forever King of balance

May he sleep peacefully."