#Fortified City

[autumnmylife]

Carcassonne, UNESCO World Heritage Site, Aude, Occitanie, France, Europe

[galleryofart]

William Holman Hunt • Pearl

[emrad001]

Djinkans chap 17 preview 2

You aimed the wrong one

[illustratus]

An Italianate landscape with a view of a fortified town by Jean-Joseph-Xavier Bidauld

[faaun]

we sang in the aeroplane over the sea tgth ☆

[gwahren]

so i’m saying that with denerim falling to the darkspawn, highever, gwaren, and even soldier’s peak and amaranthine are among the central strongholds. i know they say its redcliffe but like.. bffr, it should be the teyrnirs. elethea had spent the last 20 years building fortifications and defenses against the darkspawn specifically. and soldier’s peak and amaranthine are grey warden hubs in ferelden, if the freeholders are flocking ANYWHERE during another blight, its there.

[dykedvonte]

I think i dislike the idea gen 3 synths have any noticeable mechanic parts besides the component (and probs brain tissue) due to the horror of it all existential or not.

It's almost canon that not many wastelanders know about the synth component and if they do they don't know how to get it out without killing the individual making synth hunts risky. They too think when they kill a synth they will see gears and coolant and wires and something distinctly telling them that this thing is not like them.

So imagine a group so excited cause they caught a synth, they caught a synth and plan to execute it. The synth is begging for it's life either denying that it is a synth or promising to never bother them again if they just let it go. But they don't and they line up and they fire and they are expecting grease and oil and the distinct sound of metal piercing metal but they get none of that.

They get blood and guts and lots of it. Lots more than they expected from something they didn't expect to have it.

At first, they think it's a trick of the light or lack thereof. That the liquid pouring out of the multiple new wounds they created isn't what they think. That the metallic smell is just from whatever scrap it was made of. So they poke around it more and it's sickening. There are bones and tendons. Blood and meat and it's so real but they know it was a synth.

He admitted it when they stormed into his home, the house he had welcomed them any plenty of times in they days leading up. When he was dragged through the town that he helped build and put before a kangaroo court. Even when he was begging to keep his life. To keep on living just as he was, as they were.

"But he was a synth, he..." And they realized they stopped calling him it and they realize that they didn't just kill something but someone.

There would be something in the air. They knew but did they really know? He said it but wouldn't you admit to whatever you're accused of when cornered and scared and just wanting it to stop? He was a synth but what does that mean now? Did it matter that much to do this to someone they once called a friend? Now that his insides were forced out and the only inhuman thing they found was how it happened.

But that's how it goes and they clean up even though their consciousness is anything but. They look at each other and they know they stopped another one of them from being taken and becoming like him. They know they are staring at another human and that's all that matters...

Or that's what they keep telling themselves.

[hsundholm]

Walled City Sunset II by Henrik Sundholm Via Flickr: I was able to capture the sunset over Dubrovnik, Croatia, seconds before the rain started pouring down. I'm glad I did! This is arguably the best view over the old city.

[ofcowardiceandkings]

[stares awkwardly at BotW demographics board]

oh yeah, expanded town maps

[vox-anglosphere]

Bootham Bar festooned with Christmas lights in the old city of York

[witches-and-weirdos]

💭 Since we're here, thoughts from Nillan on the whole party too, and on the vampire gang

Send 💭 for a thought my muse has had about yours

@undyingmedium

"And they did this all themselves, just the five of them..." She walked with a gentle slowness, watching the blood splattered across stone, kneeling to inspect the ruined corpses, and frowning at the horrible experiments that were stopped. The Meat Forge was now devoid of life, inhabited only by the legion of vengeful wraiths that were unleashed upon it. "Good riddance. Quite very impressive though. I would have needed a small army for this, maybe 10 handpicked and involve the troll too. In fact, that might not even had been enough, depending... hmm..."

She took a little chain of praying bones hanging on her waist and looked for an important-looking corpse. "Let's see how they did it, and where the rest you rotten filth are."

(CONTEXT: The "vampire gang" is a young vampire girl and 4 (now only 3) vampire kids that my players befriended and brought into the current city, then the players left for a few months, during which Nillan found them and helped them in the background.)

"They seem free, but Avi won't speak the name of who turned her, and that silence doesn't seem entirely voluntary. It makes no sense to keep her bound unless her master plans to later come back for something... curious..."

[darabeatha]

    He’s come to repair your door!

[voluptuarian]

why does reading Herodotus always make me get story ideas? currently re-treading through a lot of the Persian section, this time as bg to the Greek side and got to Tomyris again and I knew there was going to be ideas fallout as a result

[craitzart]

Three Vintage Style Postage Stamps - Greetings From Kuwait - The Old Kuwait City Fortified Gate

(download high resolution vector illustration at the shutterstock link above)

[granonine]

Defeated Kings

Joshua 10:20-25. And it came to pass, when Joshua and the children of Israel had made an end of slaying them with a very great slaughter, till they were consumed, that the rest which remained of them entered into fenced cities. And all the people returned to the camp to Joshua at Makkedah in peace: none moved his tongue against any of the children of Israel. Then said Joshua, Open the mouth of…