#Fishermans Apprentice

[magpiefrankie]

lesbians ‼️‼️

(okay, lesbian + bisexual, but Everly doesn't know it yet (she thinks 'Ailín' is a boy(everyone does)))

[kendallville]

Woke up to this!!!

Jeremy Strong on Jimmy Kimmel Live

He filled up for other guest (that wouldn't happen few years ago!) and he checked that Jimmy's primal astrological animal is panda 😅

They also talk about Murdochs!

"Who's Rilke???"

[dawnslaughter]

shoutout to the guy who lives in a forest of stained glass trees with crimson leaves and grass that's as white as snow . ideal headspace

[dcartcorner]

(Un)Fathom AU - or the au in which peter is a fisherman and martin is his apprentice

[dailyadventureprompts]

Adventure: Grasping for Answers

Throughout their early adventures the party come into conflict with the agents of the mysterious mage known only as "The Ravelling Hand", a villain of uncertain identity who seems to have lots of schemes and no qualms using violence, trickery, and unexpected magic to get what they want.

Adventure Hooks:

The party first become entangled with the hand's minions when they're asked by an innocuous travelling merchant to deliver a small wrapped parcel to the wizard living one town over. The wizard isn't open to receiving guests, and after sneaking or charming their way in, the party will find out why: her apprentice has been kidnapped, the parcel contains both of the boy's index fingers as well as a note explaining that she can have the rest of him back in exchange for several dangerous texts in her collection, delivered by the party to the same intermediary who hired them. A brawl is likely to ensue as the wizard suspects the party is in on the blackmail, but if they can talk her down maybe they can figure out a way to work together to get the boy back before any more harm comes to him.

Most thieves know better than to try and rob a magic item shop, but most thieves aren't armed with dispel magic infused salt grenades to neutralize the shop's ubiquitous defences. A rash of these attacks across the duchy has shopkeepers worried, and one hires the party to stake out their store for the night when they suspect someone is casing it. Do the party trail the robbers back to their hideout, or interrupt them mid heist only for combat to delay them long enough for those indiscriminate defences to start turning back on?

Spoiler Alert: The mage is in fact an arcanely gifted lesser kraken by the name of Dlexx who seeks to avail itself of all the magical knowledge amassed on land. Sure the deep has its own mysteries but there's a thriving trade in spellscrolls and arcane tomes that don't make it below the waves. Using an old lighthouse as a disguise for its massive form while on land, it uses telepathy and sendings to direct its minions without ever revealing its true nature. Imagine the party's surprise when they roll up to the villain's lair expecting to bully some crusty nerd with a ratty beard and instead the lair sprouts tentacles that drag them into the crashing surf.

Challenges & Consequences

Finding Dlexx is an adventure in and of itself. When questioned, most of the mage's minions admit to never having met their employer, and those high ranking enough to have been summoned to a place called "saltbite tower" in dreams only to later have their memories muddled. Careful interrogation and study of local maps will have the party realize that the tower is infact an abandoned lighthouse, which will narrow their search as they comb the costline for their enemy's lair.

Actually defeating the Ravelling Hand might prove too much for early level adventurers, as in addition to being a powerful mage the kraken is literally in its element, able to breathe and move while the heroes flounder. Dlexx will toy with them, throwing unconscious foes out of the water the way a fisherman throws back a catch that is too small. When the battle is over and it's proved it's point the kraken will collapse the tower and leave into the wide ocean, telepathically taunting them with their inability to follow.

Though the Ravelling Hand will not resurface for some time, the destruction of the tower and Dlexx's retreat into the deep is partially a bluff. The kraken chose that particular lighthouse because it was a short distance away from the coral reef into which it scribed its arcane learning the way a wizard records spells in a book, coiling arms etching formulae into hundreds of yards of living stone. Dlexx must periodically return to the reef to add spells to it, and sightings by locals (or the occasional fish manifesting with magical talent) might clue the party into the reef's existence.

A pair of merfolk siblings named Crashing-Tide and Arcing-Mirror serve the Ravelling Hand as apprentices and scribes, having promised seven years of utmost loyalty in exchange for the chance to bring the arcane knowledge of the surface back to their community. They tend to the reef, and allow the Kraken to borrow their eyes from afar so that it might study the spells scribed there. Several years into their pledge, Crash (the sister) has come to idolize Dlexx and the power it wields above and below the waves, wishing that the whole of their shoal to come into its service. Mirror (the brother) is skeptical, well aware of the kraken's manipulations and distantly suspicious of the conflict that it invokes. Perhaps if the party can intercede with these two they can learn more about their enemy's plans, though doing so will take some careful diplomacy.

Artist

[antonio-teixeira]

The Dedicated Fisherman's Apprentice

[nice1cream]

I HAVE WATCHED TCOMC 2024 AND I HAVE THOUGHTS

Scenery - beautiful. Shots - amazing. Actors - O.M.G.

I loved them all. Pierre Niney could punch me in the face and I would apologize to him.

The music - I was in heaven. "Le trésor" is my favourite part of the score. I was floating on a croissant.

THEY 👏 INCLUDED 👏 ANDREA 👏

Like actually, most adaptations just don't care and I always liked him as a character both in the book and here.

Also an interesting choice was showing Haydée and Andrea as sort of Count's apprentices/ partners in crime? Like he was usually depicted as this lone wolf, but I feel like this adds to his selfishness, because he basically used them both for his revenge (plus I really liked the sequences when they were rehearsing for every social event they would go to).

I didn't know you could make Noirtier and Bertuccio into one character and also make it a woman? I have seen genderbent Luigi Vampa. I have seen Mondego and Danglars made into one character for simplicity. But that was new and unexpected. Doesn't mean I didn't like it, because I kinda did (very much, it gave Dantés's revenge additional depth, give it up for Angela).

One thing I didn't like was cutting out the Morrel subplot. They literally introduced Maximilian Morrel (as Morrel's grandson, istead of son) and then they did nothing with that. I guess it was just a reference/ nod to those who read the book. Also it makes the version with Gerard Depardieu the most accurate one I have seen so far.

But as a movie, I think this one was the best.

Also why is everyone so set on making Fernand come from a noble family in the first place? It's not the first adaptation to do that and idk what exactly was wrong about Mondego being a fisherman and then earning his title of de Morcerf after being in the military...

I. Lost. My. Marbles. When I saw Abbe Busoni for the first time. Same with Lord Wilmore (here apparently Lord Halifax). Like the characterisation was soooo good! Not to mention the acting...

I was generally in love with the masks and the way Dantés would change appearance.

Also the hint at Eugenie Danglars being lesbian without being excessively loud about it? Perfect.

I loved it all sm and I wish I could watch it every day, but unfortunatelly my access to it on a platform has expired (it was only for 48 hours). I need a DVD or smth

[sitp-recs]

Do you know fics where Draco fights for Harry? Doesnt have to be entire fic I just notice usually around the climax of the fic its Harry that makes the grant gesture to get his man; i want Harry to be fought for 😭😭

Hi anon! I definitely have some recs for that one, hope you enjoy these 😊

Like Gold by @the-sinking-ship (E, 4k)

Draco runs away from home on the back of his boyfriend’s motorbike.

Be Still by @writcraft (E, 5k)

Harry’s back in England and Draco tries to fix things before he disappears again.

(The Piece) I was Missing All Along by lauren3210 (E, 30k)

Draco and Harry have been flatmates and best friends for years, and Draco thinks life is just perfect that way. But when something comes along and threatens to take all that away, Draco has to decide what it is he really wants, and just how hard he's going to work to get it.

Make Me a Headline (I Want to Be That Bold) by dicta_contrion (E, 31k)

Draco never expected to see Harry doing that again. Especially with someone else, in a grainy photograph that's landed on his desk one Monday morning.

All Roads by @korlaena (M, 36k)

Draco hates his job at the Prophet. He hates it even more when he’s assigned to write an article on Harry Potter, who left the country three years ago after their falling out. Draco doesn’t want to face the truth about himself, but he’s stuck between Harry and his duty, and he’s out of options.

In The Red by @bixgirl1 (E, 45k)

When Harry goes looking for a vampire at a Creature club, the second-to-last thing Harry expects is to find Malfoy working there. The last thing he expects is to fall in love with him.

Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (E, 58k)

Draco is mortified when moments prior to departing for the most anticipated destination wedding of the year, he is cruelly dumped. But when he learns that Harry Potter has, at long last, split with his horrible boyfriend, Draco is certain his luck has changed. Never a man to squander an opportunity for revenge (and what would probably be a spectacular shag), Draco vows to make Potter his for the weekend.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (E, 70k)

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always.

Among Ancient Pines by @graymatters (M, 74k)

Every day, Draco Malfoy tries. With every fiber of his being he tries. But he doesn’t much think about what he’s trying for. In his final term of Healer training, Draco is unfortunate enough to find himself on a plane, the only means of traveling to a small, magical town in rural Alaska. Years of hard work have culminated in an opportunity to work with an experimental wandmaker to study the intersection of Healing and wand theory. When Draco arrives, he doesn't find the wandmaker, but does find his apprentice, who happens to have ridiculously messy hair, a lightning bolt scar, and a definitely-not-charming smile.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.

Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship (E, 135k)

Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals.

[scotianostra]

On 17th September 1910 Andrew Blain Baird, working as a blacksmith in Rothesay, made the first flight by an entirely Scottish designed and built aeroplane.

Andrew Blain Baird was born in 1862 in Sandhead on Luce Bay in the Rhinns of Galloway, Scotland. One of three sons, his father was a fisherman and handloom weaver. He became an apprentice to a blacksmith in Sandhead, worked as a lighthouse keeper on Lismore, then as an ironworker at Smith and McLean’s on the Clyde shipyards before finally setting up on his own as a blacksmith at 113 High Street in Rothesay, Isle of Bute, when he was 25.

Baird was a daring thinker, a pioneer and innovator. He created many improvements to the plough, built a unique model of the triple expansion engine powered by electricity and was one of the original members of the Scottish Aeronautical Society.

Eager to expand his knowledge of aviation, Baird corresponded with the early aviators Louis Bleriot and S. F. Cody and exchanged information about construction of aircraft and their flight. Inspired by a visit to Blackpool for England’s first ever Aviation Week in October 1909, he returned to Rothesay ready to design and build his own sophistocated monoplane similar to Bleriot’s but with an engine built by the Alexander Brothers in Edinburgh that was 4-cylinder, air-cooled and with water-cooled valves. The control system he would design for his aircraft would be unlike anything that had been developed at the time. His wife sewed brown trussore silk for the wings.

The Baird monoplane, once completed in his own shop in the summer of 1910, went on show at an exhibition in the Esplanade Flower Garden at the front of Bute. and then to the amazement and excitement of all it was moved to the Bute Highland Games on 20 August 1910.

From there it was taken for storage and readying directly to a barn owned by Willie Dickie at his farm at Cranlasgvourity, Bute.

Scottish aviation history was about to be made when in the very early morning of 17 September 1910, the Baird Monoplane was taken by a Mr Scott on his horse-drawn wagon to Ettrick Bay - with its wide expanse of sand reminiscent of the Kitty Hawk N.C. site chosen by the Wright Brothers for their historic flight.

In the sunshine and amid the wide golden sands of Ettrick Bay the first entirely Scottish designed and built plane sat ready to make history.

Andrew Baird was, on that day, assisted by his friend Ned Striven who was an Electrical Engineer with the Burgh of Rothesay and who had assisted him with the engine and related design considerations.

There on the wide expanse of Ettrick Bay beach, Baird and Ned Striven started the engine. All was ready. Hearts raced with anticipation. A small crowd looked on in amazement. And the flight into history began.

Flight Magazine on 24 September 1910,[1] described it as follows:

“Mr Baird was seated in the machine and on the engine being started the plane travelled along the sands at good speed. Naturally, on clearing the ground, the swerving influence of the axle ceased and the influence of the steering wheel brought the machine sharply round to the right causing it to swoop to the ground. The contact was so sharp that the right wheel buckled and the right plane suffered some abrasion by scraping along the beach.”

Andrew Blain Baird had realised his dream - he had flown in an aircraft of his own design and construction.

His was the first entirely Scottish flight of a heavier than air powered craft.

Noted pioneer aircraft manufacturer Tommy Sopwith sailed his yacht into Rothesay Bay in 1910 to visit the Marquess and to attend the Highland Games and there viewed the on display Baird monoplane. Very impressed, he was given permission to incorporate some of Baird’s innovations into the aircraft he was designing and which would have such a great impact on the course of World War I. Over the years, many others from around the world involved in aviation consulted Andrew Baird and learned from his pioneering experience and innovative mind.

[autthesnot]

A stoic fisherman's apprentice and a thotty lil shopkeeper's apprentice - you'll never guess which is which

[roseinyoursaltwater]

BRIGHTPORT HEADCANNONS

(I don’t remember if I had an OG version)

Brightport

◦ Brightporters (Bright-Port-ers)

TERRAIN: They have rocky terrain and they're surrounded by mountain ranges or gorges. Many tall evergreen trees surround the village; they also have apple trees. They touch the ocean and they also have rivers and other bodies of water near them. The climate is similar to O'Khasis.

FOOD: Corn, potatoes, corn, squash, apples, blueberries, hay, barley. Beef, chicken, duck, fish. Deer.

LIVESTOCK: cows, sheep, chickens, horses, ducks, dogs and cats.

ANIMALS: Deer, bear, foxes, elk, beavers, groundhogs, rabbits, mice, rats, ducks, birds.

CULTURE: A very respected village due to the guard academy. They're respected because of the sheer talent and strength that the training program creates. The drinking culture is strong here and the guard cadets are very rowdy during the night time. During the day, the cadets are working hard and on good behavior. The food here is usually raised and cared for for the village specifically. It has a college town vibe but in a medieval village. Popular careers here include: Guards, Knights, trainers, teachers, apprentice, guide, farmer, fisherman, barhand, prostitutes.

NATIONALITIES: Roman, British, German, Russian.

FIGHTING: Hand to Hand, Sparring, Jousting, Archery

WEAPONS: Longsword, shortsword, Estoc, Arming Sword, dagger, knives, bow and arrow, crossbow, spears, Morning stars, axes,

RESPECT LEVEL: 9/10 (minus point for the extreme drinking)

REWRITE LINK BELOW

[greater-than-the-sword]

As Reformation Day Approaches...

Many will wish to talk about Martin Luther. Which makes sense because he famously nailed the 95 theses to the church door at Wittenburg on October 31st.

But what better time to commemorate all of the OTHER important figures and reformers of the Protestant reformation? Of whom there were many.

Wikipedia lists 284 people burned in England under Queen Mary I, as she attempted to consolidate her power. Her new laws declared anyone teaching against Catholic doctrines to be guilty of heresy and subject to the death penalty. The Catholic church has never denounced these murders committed by its members on its behalf.

These laws affected famous and regular people alike. Over time I may make a series of posts with more detail about some of these persons.

Incomplete list of the protestant martyrs in England under the cut. Courtesy of Wikipedia.

Protestants executed under Mary I

1. John Rogers City of London clergyman – preacher, biblical translator, lecturer at St. Paul's Cathedral burnt 4 February 1555 Smithfield, London

2. Lawrence Saunders City of London clergyman – preacher, Rector of All Hallows Bread Street, London burnt 8 February 1555 Coventry, Warwickshire

3. John Hooper Gloucester and Worcester clergyman – Bishop of Gloucester and Worcester under Edward VI burnt 9 February 1555 Gloucester, Gloucestershire

4. Rowland Taylor Hadleigh, Suffolk clergyman – Rector of Hadleigh, Suffolk burnt 9 February 1555 Aldham Common, Nr Hadleigh, Suffolk[5]: p.98 [59]

5. Rawlins White Cardiff, Glamorgan fisherman burnt March 1555 Cardiff, Glamorgan[60]

6. Thomas Tomkins Shoreditch, London weaver burnt 16 March 1555 Smithfield, London[61]

7. Thomas Causton Horndon on the Hill or Thundersby, Essex gentleman burnt 26 March 1555 Rayleigh, Essex[62]

8. Thomas Higbed Horndon on the Hill or Thundersby, Essex gentleman burnt 26 March 1555 Horndon-on-the-Hill, Essex[62]

9. William Hunter Coleman Street Parish, London apprentice burnt 27 March 1555 (or 26 according to Foxe) Brentwood, Essex

10. Stephen Knight barber burnt 28 March 1555 Maldon, Essex[64]

11. William Pygot (or Pigot) butcher burnt 28 March 1555 Braintree, Essex[64]

12. [n 6] William Dighel burnt 28 March 1555 Banbury, Oxfordshire [65][66]

13. John Lawrence (or Laurence) clergyman – priest and former Blackfriar at Sudbury, Suffolk[50] burnt 29 March 1555 Colchester, Essex[64]

14. Robert Ferrar St David's, Pembrokeshire clergyman – Bishop of St David's under Edward VI burnt 30 March 1555 Carmarthen, Carmarthenshire[67]

15. George Marsh Dean, Lancashire clergyman – curate to Laurence Saunders and minister at Dean, Lancashire burnt 24 April 1555 Boughton, Cheshire[68]

16. William Flower Lambeth, London surgeon and teacher burnt 24 April 1555 Westminster[69]

17. John Cardmaker Wells, Somerset clergyman – prebendary of Wells Cathedral burnt 30 May 1555 Smithfield, London[70]

18. John Warne Walbrook, London upholsterer burnt 30 May 1555 Smithfield, London[70]

19. Thomas Hawkes (or Haukes) Essex gentleman burnt 10 June 1555 Coggeshall, Essex

20. Thomas Watts (or Wattes) Billericay, Essex linen draper burnt 10 June 1555 Chelmsford, Essex[7][72]

21. John Ardeley (or Ardite) Wigborough, Essex husbandman burnt 30 May 1555 (or 'about 10 June', according to Foxe) Rayleigh, Essex[7][73]

22. John Simson Wigborough, Essex husbandman burnt 30 May 1555 (or 'about 10 June', according to Foxe) Rochford, Essex[7][73]

23. Nicholas Chamberlain (or Chamberlaine) Coggeshall, Essex weaver burnt 14 June 1555 Colchester, Essex[7][74]

24. William Bamford (or Butler)[n 8]Coggeshall, Essex weaver burnt 15 June 1555 Harwich, Essex[7][74]

25. Thomas Ormond (or Osmande)[n 9]Coggeshall, Essex fuller burnt 15 June 1555 Manningtree, Essex[7][74]

26. John Bradford City of London clergyman – prebendary of St Paul's Cathedral burnt 1 July 1555 Smithfield, London[7][75][76]

27. John Leaf (or Jhon Least) Christ Church Greyfriars, London (born in Kirkby Moorside, Yorkshire) apprentice tallow chandler burnt 1 July 1555 Smithfield, London

Canterbury Martyrs of July 1555

28. John Bland (or Blande) Rolvenden, Kent clergyman – vicar of Rolvenden, Kent burnt 12 July 1555 Canterbury, Kent [7][78]

29. Nicholas Shetterden (or Shitterdun) burnt 12 July 1555 Canterbury, Kent

30. John Frankesh Adisham, Kent clergyman – parson of Adisham, Kent burnt 12 July 1555 Canterbury, Kent

31. Humphrey Middleton Ashford, Kent burnt 12 July 1555 Canterbury, Kent

32. Nicholas Hall Dartford, Kent bricklayer burnt 19 July 1555 Rochester, Kent

33. Christopher Wade Dartford, Kent linen-weaver burnt July 1555 Dartford, Kent

34. Margaret (or Margery) Polley Pepeling, Calais widow burnt 17 July 1555 Royal Tunbridge Wells, Kent[80]

35. Dirick Carver (also spelt Deryk; also known as Dirick Harman) Brighthelmstone (now Brighton), Sussex beer-brewer burnt 22 July 1555, Lewes, East Sussex

36. John Launder Godstone, Surrey husbandman burnt 23 July 1555 Steyning, West Sussex

37. Thomas Euerson (or Iueson, Iverson or Iveson) Godstone, Surrey carpenter burnt (day unknown) July 1555 Chichester, West Sussex

38. Richard Hook (or Hooke) lame man [66] burnt unknown date in July 1555 Chichester, West Sussex

39. James Abbess Stoke-by-Nayland, Suffolk shoemaker burnt 2 August 1555 Thetford, Norfolk (or Bury, according to Foxe)

40. John Denley Maidstone, Kent gentleman burnt 8 August 1555 Uxbridge, Middlesex

41. Robert Smith Windsor, Berkshire clerk at the college in Windsor, Berkshire and painter burnt 8 August 1555 Uxbridge, Middlesex

Canterbury Martyrs of August 1555

42. William Coker burnt 23 August 1555 Canterbury, Kent [7][89]

43. William Hopper Cranbrook, Kent[79] burnt 23 August 1555 Canterbury, Kent [7][89]

44. Henry Laurence burnt 23 August 1555 Canterbury, Kent [7][89]

45. Richard Collier (or Colliar) burnt 23 August 1555 Canterbury, Kent

46. Richard Wright Ashford, Kent[79] burnt 23 August 1555 Canterbury, Kent

47. William StereAshford, Kent[79] burnt 23 August 1555 Canterbury, Kent

48. Elizabeth Warne (or Warren)[n 13]Walbrook, London widow of John Warne, upholsterer burnt 23 August 1555 Stratford-atte-Bow, London

49. Roger Hues (aliases: Curryer, Corier) St Mary's, Taunton, Somerset burnt 24 August 1555 Taunton, Somerset [66][7][91]

50. George Tankerfield London (born in York) cook burnt 26 August 1555 St Albans

51. Patrick Pakingham (aliases: Packingham, Pachingham, Patchingham or Pattenham) burnt 28 August 1555 Uxbridge, Middlesex [7][87]

52. John Newman Maidstone, Kent pewterer burnt 31 August 1555 Saffron Walden, Essex [7][87]

53. Robert Samuel (or Samuell) Barfold, Suffolk clergyman – minister at Barfold, Suffolk burnt 31 August 1555 Thetford, Norfolk[7][93]

54. Stephen HarwoodWare, Hertfordshire brewer burnt 30 August 1555 Stratford in Essex[7][94]

55. Thomas Fust (or Fusse) hosier, August 1555 In the environs of London or Ware

56. William Hale (or Hailes)Thorpe, Essex, late August 1555 In the environs of Barnet, London

57. William Allen Somerton, Norfolk labourer burnt early September 1555 Walsingham, Norfolk

58. Roger Coe (or Coo or Cooe) Melford, Suffolk shearman burnt date unknown September 1555 Yoxford, Suffolk

59. Thomas CobHaverhill, Suffolk butcher burnt date unknown September 1555 Thetford, Norfolk

Canterbury Martyrs of September 1555

60. George Catmer (or Painter) Hythe, Kent burnt about 6 September 1555, according to Foxe (or 12 July 1555) Canterbury, Kent

61. Robert Streater (or Streter) Hythe, Kent burnt about 6 September 1555, according to Foxe (or 12 July 1555) Canterbury, Kent

62. Anthony Burward Calete (possibly Calais) [98] burnt about 6 September 1555, according to Foxe (or 12 July 1555) Canterbury, Kent

63. George Brodbridge (or Bradbridge) Bromfield, Kent burnt about 6 September 1555, according to Foxe (or 12 July 1555) Canterbury, Kent

64. James Tutty (or Tuttey)Brenchley, Kent burnt about 6 September 1555, according to Foxe (or 12 July 1555) Canterbury, Kent

65. Robert Glover (or Glouer)Mancetter, Warwickshire gentleman burnt 14 September 1555 Coventry, Warwickshire

66. Cornelius Bongey (or Bungey) capper burnt 20 September 1555 Coventry, Warwickshire

67. Thomas Hayward (or Heywarde) burnt mid September 1555 Lichfield, Staffordshire  

68. John Goreway Holy Trinity Parish, Coventry, Warwickshire [50] burnt mid-September 1555 Lichfield, Staffordshire Ely Martyrs

69. William WolseyUpwell, Norfolk constable, one of the Ely Martyrs burnt 16 October 1555 Cathedral Green, Ely, Cambridgeshire

70. Robert Pygot (or Pigot) Wisbech, Isle of Ely, Cambridgeshire painter, also an Ely Martyr burnt 16 October 1555 Cathedral Green, Ely, Cambridgeshire

Oxford Martyrs

71. Hugh Latimer (or Latymer) Baxterley, Warwickshire [103] clergyman – chaplain to King Edward VI burnt 16 October 1555 outside Balliol College, Oxford

72. Nicholas RidleyFulham Palace clergyman – Bishop of London under Edward VI burnt 16 October 1555 outside Balliol College, Oxford

Canterbury Martyrs of November 1555

73. John Webbe (or Web) gentleman burnt 30 November 1555 Canterbury, Kent [7][105]

74. George Roper burnt 30 November 1555 Canterbury, Kent [7][105]

75. Gregory Parke (or Paynter)[citation needed] burnt 30 November 1555 Canterbury, Kent [7][105]

76. John PhilpotWinchester, Hampshire clergyman – Archdeacon of Winchester burnt 18 December 1555 Smithfield, London[7][106]

77. Thomas Whittle (or Whitwell)Essex clergyman – priest or minister burnt 27 January 1556 Smithfield, London[7][107]

78. Bartlett (or Bartholomew) GreenTemple, London – born in Basinghall, London gentleman and lawyer burnt 27 January 1556 Smithfield, London[7][107]

79. Thomas BrownSt Bride's parish, Fleet Street, London – born in Histon, Cambridgeshire burnt 27 January 1556 Smithfield, London[7][107]

80. John TudsonSt Mary Botolph parish, London – born in Ipswich, Suffolk artificer burnt 27 January 1556 Smithfield, London[7][107]

81. John Went (or Winter or Hunt) Langham, Essex artificer burnt 27 January 1556 Smithfield, London[7][107]

82. Isobella Forster (or Annis Foster) St Bride's parish, Fleet Street, London – Born in Greystoke, Cumberland wife of John Foster, cutler burnt 27 January 1556 Smithfield, London[7][107]

83. Joan Lushford (or Jone Lashforde, or Warne) Little Allhallows parish, Thames Street, London maid burnt 27 January 1556 Smithfield, London

Canterbury Martyrs of 1556

84. John Lomas (or Jhon Lowmas) Tenterden, Kent burnt 31 January 1556 Wincheap, Canterbury [7][108]

85. Annes Snoth (or Annis Snod) Smarden, Kent widow burnt 31 January 1556 Wincheap, Canterbury [7][108]

86. Anne Wright (or Albright); alias Champnes burnt 31 January 1556 Wincheap,Canterbury [7][108]

87. Joan (or Jone) SoaleHorton, Kent wife burnt 31 January 1556 Wincheap, Canterbury [7][108]

88. Joan Catmer Hythe, Kent 'wife (as it should seem) of George Catmer', burnt in 1555 burnt 31 January 1556 Wincheap, Canterbury [108][n 15][7]Ipswich Martyrs of 1556

89. Agnes Potten Ipswich, Suffolk wife of Robert Potten burnt 19 February 1556 Ipswich, Cornhill [7][n 16][109]

90. Joan Trunchfield Ipswich, Suffolk wife of Michael Trunchfield, a shoemaker burnt 19 February 1556 Ipswich, Cornhill

91. Thomas Cranmer Lambeth Palace clergyman – Archbishop of Canterbury (former) burnt 21 March 1556 outside Balliol College, Oxford[7][110]

92. John Maundrel Beckhampton, Wiltshire – brought up in Rowde, Wiltshire husbandman burnt 24 March 1556 outside Salisbury, Wiltshire

93. William Coberly Wiltshire tailor burnt 24 March 1556 outside Salisbury, Wiltshire

94. John Spicer (or Spencer) Winston, Suffolk[50] freemason or bricklayer burnt 24 March 1556 outside Salisbury, Wiltshire

95. John Harpole (or Hartpoole) St Nicholas Parish, Rochester, Kent burnt 1 April 1556 Rochester, Kent[7][112]

96. Joan BeachTunbridge Wells, Kent widow burnt 1 April 1556 Rochester, Kent

97. John Hullier (or Hulliarde) Babraham, Cambridgeshire clergyman – curate of Babraham, Cambridgeshire burnt 16 April 1556 Cambridge, Cambridgeshire

98. William Tyms (or Timmes)Hockley, Essex clergyman – curate of Hockley, Essex burnt 24 April 1556 Smithfield, London

99. Robert DrakeThundersley, Essex clergyman – minister or parson of Thundersley, Essex burnt 24 April 1556 Smithfield, London

100. Richard SpurgeBocking, Essex shearman burnt 24 April 1556 Smithfield, London[7][115]

101. Thomas SpurgeBocking, Essex fuller burnt 24 April 1556 Smithfield, London[7][115]

102. George AmbroseBocking, Essex fuller burnt 24 April 1556 Smithfield, London[7][115] 103. John Cavel (or Cauell)Bocking, Essex weaver burnt 24 April 1556 Smithfield, London[7][115]Colchester martyrs of April 1556

104. Christopher ListerDagenham, Essex husbandman burnt 28 April 1556 Colchester, Essex [7][116]

105. John MaceColchester, Essex apothecary burnt 28 April 1556 Colchester, Essex [7][116]

106. John SpencerColchester, Essex weaver burnt 28 April 1556 Colchester, Essex [7][116]

107. Simon Joyne sawyer burnt 28 April 1556 Colchester, Essex [116]

108. Richard NicolColchester, Essex weaver burnt 28 April 1556 Colchester, Essex

109. John HamondColchester, Essex tanner burnt 28 April 1556 Colchester, Essex [7][116]

110. Hugh Laverock (or Lauarocke) Barking, Essex painter, (a lame man) burnt 15 May 1556 Stratford in Essex

111. John Apprice (or Aprice) blind man burnt 15 May 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow or Stratford in Essex

112. Thomas Drowry blind boy burnt about 15 May 1556 Gloucester, Gloucestershire [7][n 18][118]

113. Thomas Croker bricklayer burnt about 15 May 1556 Gloucester, Gloucestershire [7][n 18][118]

114. Katherine HutBocking, Essex widow burnt 16 May 1556 Smithfield, London[7][117]

115. Elizabeth ThackvelGreat Burstead, Essex maid burnt 16 May 1556 Smithfield, London[7][117]

116. Joan (or Jone) HornsBillericay, Essex maid burnt 16 May 1556 Smithfield, London

117. Thomas Spicer Winston, Suffolk labourer burnt 21 May 1556 Beccles, Suffolk

118. John Deny (or Denny) (possibly a female Joan or Jone) Beccles, Suffolk burnt 21 May 1556 Beccles, Suffolk

119. Edmund PooleBeccles, Suffolk burnt 21 May 1556 Beccles, Suffolk

120. Thomas HarlandWoodmancote, Sussex carpenter burnt 6 June 1556 Lewes, Sussex

121. John Oswald (or Oseward) Woodmancote, Sussex husbandman burnt 6 June 1556 Lewes, Sussex

122. Thomas Reed Ardingly, Sussex burnt about 6 June 1556 Lewes, Sussex

123. Thomas Avington (or Euington) Ardingly, Sussex turner burnt about 6 June 1556 Lewes, Sussex

124. Adam Forster (or Foster) Mendlesham, Suffolk husbandman burnt 17 June 1556 Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk [124][125]

125. Robert Lawson Mendlesham, Suffolk linen weaver burnt 17 June 1556 Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk [124][125]

126. Thomas Wood clergyman – pastor burnt about 20 June 1556 Lewes, Sussex

127. Thomas Milles Hellingly, Sussex burnt about 20 June 1556 Lewes, Sussex

128. Thomas Moor servant and husbandman burnt 26 June 1556 Leicester, Leicestershire

Stratford Martyrs, 11 men and 2 women.

129. Henry Adlington (or Addlinton) Grinstead, Sussex sawyer burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow[7][126]

130. Lawrence (or Laurence) ParnamHoddesdon, Hertfordshire smith burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow[7][126]

131. Henry WyeStanford-le-Hope, Essex brewer burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow[7][126]

132. William Holywell (or Hallywell)Waltham Holy Cross, Essex, smith. burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow

133. Thomas Bowyer (or Bowier)Great Dunmow, Essex weaver burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow

134. George Searle White Notley, Essex tailor burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow

135. Edmond Hurst St James's Parish, Colchester labourer burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow[7][126]

136. Lion/Lyon Cawch City of London merchant/broker burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow[7][126]

137. Ralph Jackson Chipping Ongar, Essex, serving-man burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow[7][126]

138. John Derifall (or Dorifall) Rettendon, Essex labourer burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow[7][126]

139. John Routh/Roth Wickes, Essex labourer burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow

140. Elizabeth Pepper St James's parish, Colchester wife of Thomas Pepper, weaver burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow

141. Agnes George West Barefold, Essex wife of Richard George, husbandman burnt about 27 June 1556 Stratford-Atte-Bow

142. Roger Bernard Framsden, Suffolk labourer burnt 30 June 1556 Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk [124][125]

143. Julins Palmer Reading, Berkshire schoolmaster burnt about 15 July 1556 'The Sand-pits', Nr Newbury, Berkshire

144. John Guin/Jhon Gwin shoemaker [66] burnt about 15 July 1556 'The Sand-pits', Nr Newbury, Berkshire[7][128]

145. Thomas Askin/Askue burnt about 15 July 1556 'The Sand-pits', Nr Newbury, Berkshire

Guernsey Martyrs – (Three women and one unborn male foetus)

146. Catherine Cauchés (sometimes spelt Katherine Cawches) St Peter Port, Guernsey, Channel Islands burnt 18 July 1556 St Peter Port, Guernsey, Channel Islands[129]

147. Perotine Massey (pregnant) St Peter Port, Guernsey, Channel Islands wife of NormanCalvinist minister burnt 18 July 1556 St Peter Port, Guernsey, Channel Islands[129]

148. Guillemine GilbertSt Peter Port, Guernsey, Channel Islands burnt 18 July 1556 St Peter Port, Guernsey, Channel Islands

149. Thomas Dungate (or Dougate) East Grinstead, Sussex burnt 18 July 1556 Grinstead, Sussex

150. John Forman (or Foreman) East Grinstead, Sussex burnt 18 July 1556 Grinstead, Sussex

151. Anne Tree (or Try) West Hoathly, Sussex burnt 18 July 1556 Grinstead, Sussex

152. Joan WasteAll Hallows', Derby, Derbyshire blind woman burnt 1 August 1556 Derby, Derbyshire

153. Edward Sharp glover (possibly)[66] burnt early September 1556 Bristol, Gloucestershire/Somerset

154. Rose Pencell burnt 17 October 1555 Bristol

155. William Shapton weaver burnt 17 October 1555 Bristol[131]

156. John Kurde Syresham, Northamptonshire shoemaker burnt October 1556 or 20 September 1557 Northampton, Northamptonshire

157. John Noyes Laxfield, Suffolk shoemaker burnt 22 September 1556 or 1557 [133]

158. Thomas Ravensdale burnt 24 September 1556 Mayfield, Sussex[85][122]

159. John Hart burnt 24 September 1556 Mayfield, Sussex [85][122]

160. Unknown man shoemaker burnt 24 September 1556 Mayfield, Sussex [85]

161. Unknown man currier burnt 24 September 1556 Mayfield, Sussex [85]

162. Nicholas Holden Withyham, Sussex weaver burnt 24 September 1556 Mayfield, Sussex

163. Unknown man carpenter burnt 25 September 1556 Bristol, Gloucestershire/Somerset

164. John Horn burnt late September 1556 Wotton-under-Edge, Gloucestershire

165. John Phillpott Tenterden, Kent burnt 16 January 1557 Wye, Ashford, Kent

166. Thomas Stephens Biddenden, Kent burnt 16 January 1557 Wye, Ashford, Kent

Canterbury Martyrs of January 1557

167. Stephen KempeNorgate, Kent burnt 15 January 1557 Canterbury, Kent [136]

168. William WatererBiddenden, Kent burnt 15 January 1557 Canterbury, Kent [136]

169. William ProwtingThurnham, Kent burnt 15 January 1557 Canterbury, Kent [136]

170. William LowickCranbrook, Kent burnt 15 January 1557 Canterbury, Kent [136]

171. Thomas HudsonSelling, Kent burnt 15 January 1557 Canterbury, Kent [136]

172. William HayHythe, Kent burnt 15 January 1557 Canterbury, Kent [136]

173. Nicholas Final Tenterden, Kent burnt 16 January 1557 Ashford, Kent

174. Martin Bradbridge Tenterden, Kent burnt 16 January 1557 Ashford, Kent

175. William Carman (or Carmen)[n 28] burnt day and month unknown 1557 [138]

176. Thomas Loseby burnt 12 April 1557 Smithfield, London

177. Henry Ramsey burnt 12 April 1557 Smithfield, London

178. Thomas Thyrtell (or Sturtle) burnt 12 April 1557 Smithfield, London

179. Margaret Hyde burnt 12 April 1557 Smithfield, London

180. Agnes Stanley (or Stanlye) burnt 12 April 1557 Smithfield, London

181. Richard Sharpe weaver burnt 7 May 1557 Cotham, Bristol[141]

182. Thomas Hale shoemaker burnt 7 May 1557 Cotham, Bristol[141]

183. Stephen Gratwick (or Steuen Grathwick) Brighthelmstone (now Brighton), Sussex burnt at end of May 1557 St. George's Fields, Southwark, Surrey

184. William Morant burnt at end of May 1557 St. George's Fields, Southwark, Surrey [7][142]: p. 272 [143]

185. Thomas King[66] burnt at end of May 1557 St. George's Fields, Southwark, Surrey

Maidstone martyrs

186. Joan (or Jone) Bradbridge Staplehurst, Kent Presumably a relative of Widow Bradbridge, burnt 19 June 1557[144] burnt 18 June 1557 Maidstone, Kent [7][145]

187. Walter Appleby Maidstone, Kent burnt 18 June 1557 Maidstone, Kent [7][145]

188. Petronil Appleby Maidstone, Kent wife of Walter Appleby burnt 18 June 1557 Maidstone, Kent [7][145]

189. Edmund Allin (or Allen) Maplehurst Mill, Frittenden, Kent miller burnt 18 June 1557 Maidstone, Kent [7][145]

190. Katherine Allin (or Allen) Maplehurst Mill, Frittenden, Kent Wife of Edmund Allin/Allen, miller burnt 18 June 1557 Maidstone, Kent [7][145]

191. Joan (or Jone) Manning Maidstone, Kent burnt 18 June 1557 Maidstone, Kent [7][145]

192. Elizabeth (surname possibly 'Lewis') blind maid burnt 18 June 1557 Maidstone, Kent [7][145]Canterbury martyrs of June 1557

193. John Fishcock/Jhon Fiscoke burnt 19 June 1557 Canterbury, Kent [7][145]

194. Nicholas White burnt 19 June 1557 Canterbury, Kent [7][145] 195. Nicholas Pardue/Perdue burnt 19 June 1557 Canterbury, Kent [7][145]

196. Barbara Final burnt 19 June 1557 Canterbury, Kent [7][145]

197. Bradbridge's Widow (Bradbridge's Wife) Probably Tenterden, Kent Probably the widow of Martin Bradbridge, burnt 16 January 1557 burnt 19 June 1557 Canterbury, Kent [145]

198. Mistress Wilson (also referred to as 'Wilson's Wife') burnt 19 June 1557 Canterbury, Kent [7][145]

199. Alice Benden, possibly also referred to as 'Benson's Wife' Staplehurst (or possibly Cranbrook), Kent[146] burnt 19 June 1557 Canterbury, Kent

Lewes Martyrs

200. Richard WoodmanWarbleton, Sussex iron-maker burnt 22 June 1557 Lewes, Sussex [7][82][147]

201. George Stevens (or Steuens) Warbleton, Sussex burnt 22 June 1557 Lewes, Sussex

202. William MainardMayfield, Sussex burnt 22 June 1557 Lewes, Sussex

203. Alexander HosmanMayfield, Sussex servant of William Mainard burnt 22 June 1557 Lewes, Sussex

204. Thomasina WoodMayfield, Sussex maidservant of William Mainard burnt 22 June 1557 Lewes, Sussex  

205. Margery Morris (or Morice) Heathfield, Sussex burnt 22 June 1557 Lewes, Sussex

206. James Morris (or Morice) – son of Margery Heathfield, Sussex burnt 22 June 1557 Lewes, Sussex

207. Denis Burcis (or Burgis) Buxted, Sussex burnt 22 June 1557 Lewes, Sussex

208. Ann Ashdon (or Ashdown; also referred to as 'Ashdon's Wife') Rotherfield, Sussex burnt 22 June 1557 Lewes, Sussex

209. Mary Groves (also referred to as 'Gloue's Wife') Lewes, Sussex burnt 22 June 1557 Lewes, Sussex

210. Simon Miller (or Milner) Lynn, Norfolk burnt 13 July 1557 Norwich, Norfolk

211. Elizabeth Cooper St Andrew's Church, Norwich, Norfolk wife of a pewterer burnt 13 July 1557 Norwich, Norfolk [7](which calls her 'a woman')

212. George Egles/Eagles hung, drawn & quartered, August 1557 Chelmsford, Essex[7][150]Colchester Martyrs of August 1557

213. William BongeorSt Nicholas Parish, Colchester, Essex glazier burnt 2 August 1557 Colchester, Essex [151]

214. William Purchase (or Purcas) Bocking, Essex fuller burnt 2 August 1557 Colchester, Essex [151]

215. Thomas Benhote (or Benold) Colchester, Essex tallow-chandler burnt 2 August 1557 Colchester, Essex

216. Agnes Silverside (or Smith) Colchester, Essex widow burnt 2 August 1557 Colchester, Essex [151]

217. Helen (or Ellen) EwringColchester, Essex wife of John Ewring, miller burnt 2 August 1557 Colchester, Essex [151]

218. Elizabeth Folk Colchester, Essex 'young maiden' and servant burnt 2 August 1557 Colchester, Essex [151]

219. William Munt (or Mount)Much Bentley, Essex burnt 2 August 1557 Colchester, Essex

220. Alice Munt (or Mount) Much Bentley, Essex wife of William Munt (or Mount) burnt 2 August 1557 Colchester, Essex [151]

221. Rose Allen (or Allin) Much Bentley, Essex spinster, daughter of Alice Mount burnt 2 August 1557 Colchester, Essex [151]

222. John JohnsonThorpe, Essex labourer burnt 2 August 1557 Colchester, Essex [151]

223. Richard Crashfield Wymondham, Norfolk burnt 5 August 1557 Norwich, Norfolk[7] which records 'one at Norwich' in July[152]

224. Father Fruier burnt August 1557 Rochester, Kent[7][150]

225. Robert Stevenson burnt August 1557 Rochester, Kent[153]

226. Sister of George Eagles burnt August 1557 Rochester, Kent

227. Unknown Woman burnt August 1557 Rochester, Kent[7]

228. Agnes Prest Boyton, Cornwall Spinner burnt 15 August 1557 Southernhay, Exeter [154]

229. Thomas Benion weaver burnt 27 August 1557 Bristol[141]

230. Joyce Lewis Mancetter, Warwickshire gentlewoman burnt September 1557 Lichfield, Staffordshire  – may be the same as Joyce Bowes, August 1557 (the Regester)

231. Ralph Allerton/Rafe Glaiton Much Bentley, Essex burnt 17 September 1557 Islington

232. James Austoo (or Auscoo) burnt 17 September 1557 Islington

233. Margery Austoo (or Auscoo) burnt 17 September 1557 Islington[7][157]

234. Richard Roth (or Rooth) burnt 17 September 1557 Islington

235. Agnes Bongeor (also known as Bowmer's Wife), wife of Richard Bongeor (similar name but different death date) burnt 17 September (or unknown date July) Colchester, Essex (or March 1558, Colchester)

236. Margaret Thurston/Widow Thurston-similar name but different death date burnt 17 September (or unknown date July) Colchester, Essex [132](or March 1558, Colchester)

237. Cicely Ormes St Edmund's Parish, Norwich, Norfolk wife of Edmund Ormes, worsted-weaver burnt 23 September 1557 Norwich, Norfolk

238. Thomas Spurdance servant of the Queen burnt November 1557 Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk

239. John Halingdale/Hallingdale/Hollingday carpenter burnt, 18 November/or day unknown October 1557, Smithfield, London

240. William Sparrow burnt, 18 November/or day unknown October 1557 Smithfield, London

241. Richard Gibson gentleman[66] burnt, 18 November/or day unknown October 1557 Smithfield, London

242. John Rough/Jhon Roughe London/Islington, Middlesex clergyman – minister at London/Islington, Middlesex burnt 22 December 1557 Smithfield, London

243. Margaret Maring (or Mering) burnt 22 December 1557 Smithfield, London

244. [Unknown forename ...] Lawton burnt March 1558 Huntingdon, Huntingdonshire

245. Cuthbert Symson/Symion London/Islington, Middlesex clergyman – deacon of the church in London/Islington, Middlesex died 28 March 1558 Smithfield, London

246. Hugh Foxe hosier[66] died 28 March 1558 Smithfield, London

247. John Devinish/Jhon Denneshe wool winder, died 28 March 1558 Smithfield, London

248. William Nichol burnt 9 April 1558 SM9515 Haverfordwest/Hwlffordd, Pembrokeshire/Sir Benfro

249. William Seaman (or Symon) Mendlesham, Suffolk husbandman burnt 19 May 1558 Norwich, Norfolk

250. Thomas Hudson Aylsham, Norfolk glover burnt 19 May 1558 Norwich, Norfolk[166] described as 'Glouer' in [7]

251. Thomas Carman[n 28] burnt 19 May 1558 Norwich, Norfolk

252. William Harris burnt 26 May 1558 Colchester[7][127]

253. Richard Day burnt 26 May 1558 Colchester, Essex [7][127]

254. Christian George (female) burnt 26 May 1558 Colchester, Essex her husband had previously been married to Agnes George, mentioned above

Islington Martyrs

255. Henry Pond (or Houde) burnt 27 June 1558 Smithfield, London

256. Reinald Eastland (or Launder) burnt 27 June 1558 Smithfield, London

257. Robert Southain (or Southam) burnt 27 June 1558 Smithfield, London

258. Matthew Ricarby (or Ricarbie) burnt 27 June 1558 Smithfield, London

259. John Floyd (or Flood) burnt 27 June 1558 Smithfield, London

260. John Holiday (or Hollyday) burnt 27 June 1558 Smithfield, London

261. Roger Holland London (taken in or near St John's Wood) merchant tailor burnt 27 June 1558 Smithfield, London

262. Sir Richard Yeoman (or Yeman) Hadleigh, Suffolk clergyman – curate of Hadleigh, Suffolk burnt 10 July 1558 Norwich, Norfolk

Islington Martyrs (second group)

263. Robert Mills burnt 14 July 1558 Brentford, Middlesex [167]

264. Stephen Cotton burnt 14 July 1558 Brentford, Middlesex

265. Robert Dynes burnt 14 July 1558 Brentford, Middlesex [167]

266. Stephen Wight (or Wreight) burnt 14 July 1558 Brentford, Middlesex

267. John Slade burnt 14 July 1558 Brentford, Middlesex

268. William Pikes (aliases: Pikas, Peckes) tanner burnt 14 July 1558 Brentford, Middlesex [7][167]

269. John Cooke sawyer burnt about 25 July 1558 Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk [170]

270. Robert Milles (or Plummer) shearman burnt about 25 July 1558 Bury St Edmunds

271. Alexander Lane wheelwright burnt about 25 July 1558 Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk

272. James Ashley bachelor burnt about 25 July 1558 Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk

273. Thomas Benbrike/Benbridge gentleman burnt unknown day in July 1558 Winchester, Hampshire

274. John (or Richard) Snell Bedale, Yorkshire burnt 9 September 1558 Richmond, Yorkshire

Ipswich Martyrs of 1558

275. Alexander Gooch (or Geche, or Gouch) Woodbridge or Melton, Suffolk weaver of shredding-coverlets burnt 4 November 1558 Ipswich Cornhill

276. Alice DriverGrundisburgh, Suffolk wife of a husbandman burnt 4 November 1558 Ipswich Cornhill [173]

277. Philip Humphrey (or Humfrey) burnt November 1558 Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk

278. John David/Jhon Dauy (brother of Henry David) burnt November 1558 Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk

279. Henry David/H. Dauy (brother of John David) burnt November 1558 Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk [174]Canterbury Martyrs of 1558

280. John CornefordWrotham, Kent burnt 15 November 1558 Canterbury, Kent [175]

281. Christopher Brown Maidstone, Kent burnt 15 November 1558 Canterbury[175]

282. John HerstAshford, Kent burnt 15 November 1558 Canterbury, Kent

283. Alice Snoth burnt 15 November 1558 Canterbury, Kent [175]

284. Katherine Knight/Tynley an aged woman burnt 15 November 1558 Canterbury

[amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet]

The poll was tied when I needed to get this going, so I'm starting with Lance cause it's easier for me than Marela's. I honestly wasn't expecting this poll to be split, so I'm happy to see the love for him. For those new to MoaH, Lance is Link's dad.

Lance was a Marksmen until he was injured roughly 10 years prior to the story beginning. He took over running Sayre's Seedpot, his wife's shop, at that point and is now a self-taught florist.

Low DEX is due to injury. Lance still maintains some of his fighting ability, but a lot of his range has been limited due to his hip healing badly. He's now more a STR based Ranger.

If Lance had continued to level, he would have gone Beastmaster for his subclass. Adira more or less fills this role in the story as his animal companion.

While Lance doesn't need it typically around the shop, he does use a cane or walking stick when he needs to go into town. He also will usually take Floan or ask Link for help if he's having bad flare-ups. The Sayre's also have a lot of neighbors willing to help.

Lance chose not to remarry. It's something he and Ambrose have bonded over and one of the two main reasons they stay in contact. The other is Link, who is bad at writing letters for updates.

No starting feat as Lance is really just a guy fighting wise, +1 STR, +2 WIS.

Spoiler warning for the Nayru's Temple arc:

Before Lance was a Marksmen, he grew up on the coast as a fisherman before his father was promoted from Navyman to Royal Guard. Lance actually had a chance to apprentice as a Royal Guard, but as fate would have it, he missed the entry exam. Considering what normally happens to parents of the Hero, this change in fate may have saved his life. And the opportunity was given to someone else down the road.

[warlocks-and-phoenixes]

A while ago the discord got me thinking about Vincent. So naturally that concluded in me making a whole shiny new partially-canon-compliant backstory for him

So, to begin, I was previously considering making him East Asian (specifically Korean). I honestly can’t explain why but I feel like it’d be cool if he was, and it’d also be nice to have an asian character who wasn’t a meif’wa. However…all of east asia is in the region of Jin’tal, and geographically, that’d be like having a Mayan character in Eastern Europe in the 12th century. So…how does that happen is a question I had been pondering. But then the beloveds gave me the idea of Vincent being much older. Older enough to…well you’ll see.

Background: meif’wa are from Jin’tal, but they’re in Ru’aun and Tu’la because over the century preceding MCD there was an exodus driven by societal strife. Thousands went across the sea and it became the first time in history that a Jin’tali diaspora settled in the eastern hemisphere. That was a good couple centuries before reliable charting of the globe came to be, and even more before transit and trade between the hemispheres became common.

Okay. There’s some worldbuilding. Now, there’s one exception to this isolation: Kulzak Fucking Aran’ask™️

AKA, the guy with magic that can cause him to disappear for several months and then you find out the man was waltzing around a continent that your whole society didn’t know existed. So…what if, in this time 300 years before the meif’wa exodus, in the equivalent of the 6th century, one of two things happened. Either a force out of their control (such as magic or a very very bad storm) sent the DWs really, really, really far off course, OR Kulzak & Co decided “what could go wrong” and let the Fates take the wheel. No matter how, they wind up in Fantasy Korea.

[note: kulzak’s main magical ability is teleportation, except most of the time, he’s not in control of where he goes. He wanders, and lets the world decide where to take him. And, logically, there’s nothing keeping him within the bounds of what’s known by his own society]

So while these strangely dressed and stranger-looking people are turning heads in the Fantasy Three Kingdoms, they meet a few people who they actually befriend. Two of these were the parents of Kwan Hae-sang. Or, Vincent Kwan. At this time he’s a little kid—as in, no older than 4—and these locals help the Ru’aunians find their way home. Maybe those few dozen Jin’tali were just as adventurous as Kulzak, or maybe they didn’t have much to their names in their homeland, but for whatever reason they went along to the unknown east with strangers. Vincent’s father, Kwan Ri-yeon, specifically had been a fisherman; he knew the ocean of the west better than anyone, and he spent the rest of his own life as Kulzak’s right-hand man.

This small group of strangers who were now in a strange land themselves were one of the reasons the divine warriors decided to erect their own city on a protected island. This island was where Vincent grew up. (His birth name was Hae-sang, but he went by Vincent his whole life to fit in with the melting pot city mostly comprised of european-Ru’aun and mediterranean/arabian-Tu’la.)

As Vincent grew up, his family were always close to the warriors. He joined the city’s elite Guard; the force under Sir Esmound’s command. Around then, or when he’s between 16-18, is when the War of the Magi begins.

In the Guard, Vincent grew close to a man who technically outranked him, but who nevertheless became the brother he’d never had. Esmound’s personal apprentice, Enki’s apprentice’s brother, an admirer of the Six Warriors, and a stranger to this world in his own right. A man named Xavier.

They became like brothers for the rest of Vincent’s life in the grand city. I’m not sure exactly how Vincent dies in this scenario, but it’s after the War of the Magi has ended, meaning he’s now known Xavier for at least 16 years, likely closer to 20. (Also, his mother died because of the war, and that caused Vincent and Ri-yeon to drift apart. The last time they saw each other was when Kulzak and Enki left the island and all of Kulzak’s sailing crew, his first mate included, went with them.)

But, in whatever scenario it was, Xavier was definitely present. Perhaps the still-experimental magic of the resurrection messed with Vincent’s brain and mixed his memories around, making him think it was Xavier who had killed him. OH. Sadder idea. Mercy kill. [in discord at the time we had just previously been talking about this subject]

Then, Vincent became one of the very first Shadow Knights. At this point, the Nether is little more than a barren waste, and the Shadow Lord is still learning the extent of its newfound power over souls lost in transition. Also at this point, the Nether Portal isn’t established, and so there isn’t a way back to the Overworld for the next…let’s say, 100-150ish years. Thus, portal isn’t opened until well after Irene’s departure from the world. There are only two people still alive by then whom she or Vincent knew: Xavier and Hyria. Siblings, and elves, and each left with a duty by Irene.

To Hyria, she gave the staff that would summon her back to their realm; the world could not know this staff existed lest it be used for evil, and so Hyria retired to the forest she and Irene planted, where it would be safe.

To Xavier, meanwhile, Esmound’s apprentice had succeeded him as protector of this city. While the Divine Warriors together were seen as the leaders of the island since its discovery, Irene acted as the city’s de-facto lord. A role she entrusted to Xavier in her absence.

Irene disappeared, Hyria left, Xavier was lord of the grand city, and many decades later Vincent was one of the first Shadow Knights to feel the sun’s light again. With the portal, the Shadow Lord instituted a new law: all Knights had to find whoever their loyalty previously belonged to, and kill them in the name of their new Lord. This was how they proved their loyalty to the SL, and in return earned their place immortally in the army destined for vengeful greatness.

Xavier in his own right did many things of note in the years between Irene and his death, all across Ru’aun. But then Vincent was sent after him. He hunted him down on the island; he believed Xavier had killed him, and he mistook the city’s decline as being caused not by the loss of Irene, but by the gain of him and his lordship; clearly he hadn’t been the man Vincent thought he was. Xavier had murdered him and was now killing their home too.

To Ru’aun, Xavier the Admirer was a Divine Warrior by association; he carried on the Protector’s legacy, solidified Irene’s Lordship and Guard systems, founded the first incarnation of the Jury of Nine, and did his best to lead the island despite its slow dissolution in the absence of the people who’d attracted its inhabitants there. In Vincent’s memory, he was a betrayer who the region falsely remembered for deeds he never saw, and a man who he didn’t have any remorse in killing because he was a corrupt, sorry excuse for their Lady’s successor.

The idea of Shadow Knights was still in its infancy during Vincent’s time. The concept was there, but so were many flaws yet to be ironed out. Vincent still possessed his many good memories of the Divine Warriors, and his small part in fighting the Magi War. The Calling is not as overwhelmingly strong after an SK’s immortality has been earned, because as far as the magic is concerned, they’ve already proven their loyalty. Vincent learned how to deal with the remainder of its pull, and he simply…never returned to the portal.

After the destruction caused by Xavier’s murder, the question of his succession, and other factors against it as well, the city on the island soon became nothing but forgotten ruins. 300 years later, Vincent found himself as a guard of a town named New Meteli.

[13eyond13]

Do you have any non-manga book recs? I would like to read more too, any genre

Sure! Here are 30 books I enjoyed reading sometime within the past decade or so, in order of date originally published: BOOKS TO READ (or not, 's entirely up to you):

Pride and Prejudice (1813) Jane Austen Wuthering Heights (1847) Emily Bronte Crime and Punishment (1866) Fyodor Dostoevsky The Time Machine (1895) H.G. Wells The Metamorphosis (1915) Franz Kafka The Hobbit (1937) J.R.R. Tolkien Rebecca (1938) Daphne Du Maurier Confessions of a Mask (1949) Yukio Mishima Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949) George Orwell Lord of the Flies (1954) William Golding The Talented Mr. Ripley (1955) Patricia Highsmith Rabbit, Run (1960) John Updike We Have Always Lived in the Castle (1962) Shirley Jackson In Cold Blood (1966) Truman Capote Interview with the Vampire (1976) Anne Rice The Mosquito Coast (1981) Paul Theroux Perfume: The Story of a Murderer (1985) Patrick Suskind Misery (1987) Stephen King The Silence of the Lambs (1988) Thomas Harris The Midwife's Apprentice (1991) Karen Cushman Middlesex (2002) Jeffrey Eugenides Oryx and Crake (2003) Margaret Atwood The Road (2006) Cormac McCarthy Heart-Shaped Box (2007) Joe Hill The Hunger Games (2008) Suzanne Collins Gone Girl (2012) Gillian Flynn Annihilation (2014) Jeff VanderMeer The Fisherman (2016) John Langan The Marrow Thieves (2017) Cherie Dimaline Paradise Rot (2018) Jenny Hval

[pampushky]

Creature (Both Haunted & Holy)

Vinsmoke Sanji/Reader - chapter 9 - 2.2k

You enter a hardware store, suddenly confronted with vivid memories of your pod, and your past.

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Notes on Selkenfolk, from the Journal of Dr. Crocus of the Roger's Pirates The transformation process of a selkie's pelt is a complex process, one that is closely guarded by the selkenfolk. Even with Pell and Coth, both of which who consider me a part of their immediate pod, would not say how exactly they transform it, just that it involves sea water.

You breathe deeply as you enter the store. It reminds you of your time as an apprentice, learning how to take care of ships, and taking stock of everything on board.

It’s an oddly relaxing setting, as you examine a few different types of nails, letting out a pleased rumble when you see the price. To your shock, something else rumbles back, and you turn to see an elderly selkie standing a few paces away from you at the counter. His face is wrinkled with age, and you can see the start of a long scar on his jaw. Curious eyes watch as you set the nails down, his own pelt— what looked to be a waxed fisherman-type coat, mottled and gray— hanging loosely on his shoulders, with a leather work apron around his waist. 

“You’re a surprise,” He smiles warmly at you. “Haven’t seen any other selkenfolk around here in at least a decade.”

You trill quietly, picking up what nails you’ve decided on, before examining small pots of resin-based glues, and other small-fix items you were running low on, bringing them to the counter as you find them.

“Here, we have some quality birch and oak wood,” He leaves the space behind the counter, walking across the store to where lumber is out on display, labeled with a few small blocks on the shelf. “Specially treated by myself to repel moisture, perfect for any leaks.

“Wonderful,” you grin, examining the wood, and marveling at how light, yet shockingly durable it is as you hold it, watching how he demonstrates, tossing the block in the air and letting it hit the ground, pounding a hammer against it, and more, gesturing to the planks mounted on the wall with examples of cannonball fire, bullet holes, and more, hardly more than dents. "You've sold me on it."

It’s now that he seems to examine you in more detail, the scent of confusion rolling off of him in waves as he takes in the state of your pelt, your markings, and the scars. You freeze a bit, taking a step back as he smells the air, looking even more confused as he does. This time, he takes a good look at you, pulling out a pair of glasses from his apron pocket. 

“You’re a long way from your pod,” he mutters, shaking his head in disbelief, taking his glasses off as he walks away from you, and heading back towards the counter. “Those are the typical patterns of someone from Seal’s Drop. No one’s been from there in nearly two years, pup.”

At the mention of your home, you let out a warble of home, lost, pod, and he sighs, bowing his head, Sorrow. Home. Heal. He warbles to you, and you turn away. It makes him sigh, as he runs a hand through his hair, long and shaggy, just like your own. You follow, guarded, as he opens the door to what you assume is an apartment. Through it, you can smell tea, the kind your mothers’ drank in the mornings, and fresh fish. The shopkeep turns back to you, taking off his working apron, before gesturing for you to go through. 

“Aye, come now, it seems we have much to talk about.” He holds open the door, a neutral look in his eyes. His scent of wood shaving, steel, and salt is oddly comforting, as you pass by him.

The smell of your home island hits you the moment you're through the door. Salt, pine, and smoke. You can see it in the many carved, wooden posts that hold up the roof, and the nest up in the loft of the shop, filled with thick blankets and pillows. Windows, high and built into the roof, make the apartment feel warm and cozy. The tea kettle that whistles on the stovetop, and drying fish of many varieties hang in the rafters. Shelves upon shelves are filled with various artifacts and books, and above the small hearth, is a deep navy trident, gleaming as a sunbeam hits it.

“Tide,” you whisper, crossing the room as you approach it. “It’s— I didn’t even think of it…” your voice trails off, and the old selkie sighs, sitting in a plush chair, watching as you slump to the ground before the hearth, turning to look at him with guilt-ridden eyes. “I didn’t think about it when I heard the village was destroyed. I only thought of— of my pod,” your voice cracks with a warble, “They’re gone.”

Your mother holds you in her lap as she polishes the beautiful trident, letting you run a small hand along the shaft of the weapon. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it, my baby?”

You look up at her, her wide smile, and flowing black hair, surrounding you like the kelp of the ocean’s forests. And she smiles down at you, placing a kiss on your forehead, before she goes back to her maintenance, turning the weapon in her hands as you snuggle into her pelt.

“Our family watches over this great treasure,” she tells you, and you listen, leaning back into her as she lifts it with ease. “They say that the Sea Mother herself used this to bring up the oceans, and to carve the rivers.”

You gasp, just a child, imagining the great Sea Mother, the beloved parent of all life that lives in the sea and upon her shores, carving out the rivers, and filling them with fish. But strangely, you can only imagine your mother, with her long dark hair, tied back by leathered kelp as she teaches you to swim.

“Their name is Tide,” She lets you hold it, pride shining in her eyes as you look down upon the weapon with awe. “You will likely not be burdened with watching over them, but if you are, it won't be for a long time.”

She blows a raspberry into your cheek, marveling at your shrill giggle as you try to escape her tickles.

You look at the old selkie, who looks devastated by your presence, holding his hands in front of his face. He’s a harbor seal selkie, you think, with lighter dots on his gray skin, centering around his eyes. When he looks at you, he lets out a low rumble, before speaking. 

“When I heard the news of what happened, that was all I could find.” He gestures to Tide, hung above the mantle, shining. “You’re one of Feann and Sion’s pups, aren’t you?”

You let out a low rumble at the mention of your mothers’ names, still not fully accepting that they are truly gone, because your pelt still smells of them, and their memories are so fresh in your mind, two years of hell be damned. Your mothers' can’t be gone. They have to be alive, and your baby brothers, and sister—

Calm. Breathe. Accept. Mourn. 

The older selkie kneels before you, arms hovering carefully around you as you cry. Oh. You were crying now. Full on sobbing, in the den of a selkie who knew your mothers. He pulls you into a deep hug, crushing and comforting in a way only the touch of another selkie could, before he rumbles deep, an order of notes that only members of your greater pod, would know, doing his best to comfort you.

This selkie, this man, is related to you, and the shock makes you cry harder, recognizing the pattern of white and pale gray dapples along his cheeks because they mirror your own. When you stop crying, not even realizing you’re both curled into your semi-seal forms. You are tucked into his side like a pup, a deep rumble from his chest soothing your fears as he holds you close. You are dwarfed by him, suddenly realizing why he calls you pup still. How much had you missed out on, because of Arlong? How badly had he stunted your growth, forcing you to remain small? And how much did you have to heal, before you could reach that size, if ever?

He rumbles, saddened by your small form, a low warble echoing from his throat as he throws his head back, his tail thrown over yours as he holds you close. 

Protect, pup. Safe here. Pod.

“I’m Pell,” He says, when you both pull apart, settling back into his humanoid form, and gesturing for you to sit as he walks to the kitchenette, grabbing a heel of bread, dried fish, and a cup of tea. The chair you sit in is plush, almost immediately sucking you in, surrounding you in warmth as he sets the food and mug on the armrest. “I’m probably where you get the leopard seal from,” he scratches the back of his head, and picks at the corner of his pelt, as you look at him in wonder, nibbling at the dried salmon. It tastes just like home, with the same spices and all. “Feann is—was. My daughter— yer mom— I left the isles shortly after she and Sion became mates—yer other mom– wasn’t nothin’ personal, just wanted to retire elsewhere,” he gestures to his den, and you can’t help but laugh, finally noticing some very familiar pictures hung on the walls, seeing your older sister's grinning face, and your own baby photos. “Aye, uh, well, I wish I didn’t, now.”

“You didn’t know,” you hate how empty your voice sounds, and your grandfather sighs. “No one could have predicted what happened.”

To your shock, he clicks at you, a scowl on his face. “So serious. You are just like my late Coth, and just like Feann. Fate will do what it must, but you’re here now.” He shakes his head, laughing a bit at your seriousness. 

He then stands, grinning in the same way you do, and with a start, you realize your mother, Feann used to as well, upper lip pulling back and showing off the sharpness of her teeth when she smiled. “I can imagine. But… we have some catching up to do, I always hoped, people made it out… but I was never sure until you walked into the shop.” 

It’s then that he leans back as if to examine you, taking in your pelt, your skin, everything. His eyes linger on the flowers in your hair, a playful glint shining within them as he does so and then travel over your scars. He lets out a deep, proud rumble, nodding to himself, walks over to the mantle, and takes Tide down from the mantle, before offering it to you, laughing as you take it with shaky hands,

“This is yours now, pup,” He smiles at you, and it reminds you so much of your mother. “My time on the seas has been over for a while. But Tide,” he runs a hand over the shaft, and the leather grip, almost nostalgically. “She’s not done yet.”

You gap at him, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, and he laughs, slapping a massive hand onto his knee at your reaction. He does, however, lean forward and frown, running his fingers over your pelt. It feels reassuring, how he does it, gentle and knowing. It’s like being wrapped up in one of his crushing hugs all over again.

“Now this… let me get this ready for you, into the shape of a proper selkie of the sea,” he stands, and shuffles over to the door, grabbing a leather apron off it, and putting it on, turning back to you expectantly. “Well? We haven't got all day. You need that pelt modified for work, and probably a few supplies for whatever ship you're on,” his eyes are sharp, shining with humor as you dash over to him, looking for an apron as well. “Aye, take this one— you’ll be needing that. I’ll send you on your way with Tide, the pelt, and whatever supplies you need.” 

“What— I can’t—“ you protest, grabbing for your pockets as your grandfather laughs, “That’s so much!”

“Consider it a gift,” He pulls a set of goggles over his eyes, and rummages through a few cabinets as he leads you back into the shop proper, pulling out thick sewing needles and leather sheets, along with many jars of shells, salt, and even one labeled ‘crushed pearls’.

“You’ve never seen a pelt modified before, have you?” He glances over his shoulder as he makes his way to a large tub, turning the tap above it. The scent of seawater hits you, and you watch as he tosses in the contents of the jars, pulling out a long rope of kelp from a bucket near him. The scent is intoxicating, and he laughs when you rumble. “Aye, that's for your pelt– it'll take just an hour.”

“Shit– what time is it?” You immediately panic, glancing around for a clock. 

“It’s just noon, pup.” He makes the water steam, a lazy hand hanging in the tub. “Now, how did you manage to shape your pelt into that?”

“Long story,” You feel small again, looking down at your feet, as Pell claps you on the back, a soothing rumble in his chest.

“We have time,” He nods for you to pull up a chair. “Go flip the sign and lock the door at the entrance to the shop, I'm closed for the day. You’ll be out of here by three, at the latest." His scent overwhelms you, and you feel like you're among family for the first time, in a very, very long time. "Besides, I may come out of retirement, just to kick some teeth in."