#Heir to the Dragon Slayer Sword

[waaanderingluna]

🥀 𝕳𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉

[manhwa-reaction-faces]

[80linesofvirgil]

Do all your characters have names/backstories yet? I'd loooove to hear them!!

Ok let's fuckin do dis.

This is Warwick the ranger. He/him. Raised in the countryside by a miller who found him as a baby floating in a boat. Possibly an heir to the throne. Drinks too much. Wants to be a slut but a bit too insecure to follow through.

This is Mersilde the Sorceress. She/her. Raised as a herb witch in the wilderness by her grandfather. Discovered and trained by the previous magical advisor to the throne, the position to which she has recently ascended.

This is Dami the Paladin. She/her/they/them. Born of a noble house. Likes to punch above her weight class. Renowned draugr slayer. Enjoys tournaments a little too much, reigning champion in the sword and shield bouts for three years running.

This is Frett the Bard. Half-orc. He/him. Abandoned as a baby at a tavern in a busy town and raised by its halfling innkeeper. Learned his bardic and bedroom skills from the many wandering bards who frequented said tavern. Absolute himborc. Wants you to enjoy his baking. Frequently forgets how big he is.

This is Reuben the rogue. He/him. Trans. Raised in a thieves guild. Sardonic, deadly, guarded, big cat energy but secretly just wants you to hold him in your big strong green arms.

Shabbir the mage. They/them. Naturally magically gifted, fled their home city where they grew up as a street orphan. Learned the ways of the nobility and is now a magical advisor to the throne.

David the knight. He/him. Working class hero. Worked his way from squire to knighthood. Second place in the tournament circuit for the last three years. Would like to slay a dragon.

Prince Kirian. He/him. Heir to the throne. Complete slut, tamed by the charms and backtalk of Shabbir. Loves his horses and his armour. Rumours of a lost twin.

Aaaaaaaand more to come 🤠

[commanderthalys]

CHARACTER INTRO: QUILL

| former commander/mists traveler/bounty hunter

LORE

Quill Vellendras was a noble family’s only son and heir, growing up her family put immense pressure on her to climb the noble ranks and gain power for her parents, but she wanted to help others instead. She did not get along with her parents, and helped against the earth elemental attack at Shaemoor, which allowed her to start breaking away from her family and make her own name.

She became the pact commander and over time became known as a slayer of elder dragons. After being killed by Balthazar she came back from the dead with mysterious new mist abilities. However, in her world, she failed in the final fight against Kralkatorrik, and he killed Aurene a second time and launched Quill into the mists, branding her hands before she made it to safety.

The last sight she saw was the elder dragon branding everyone she loved and fought for. After drifting through the mists for a while, an aether blade ship found her and Quill eventually made it back to Tyria, except she found herself in a Tyria where there was another pact commander. One who had killed kralkatorrik where Quill had failed.

Overcome with grief, she abandoned her old life as commander and became a ruthless bounty hunter, feared for her brutal methods and highly sought after for her skills. She was commander no longer.

PERSONALITY

Quill has a kind heart and had always been hopeful and determined. She’s stubborn and has high expectations for herself, but when she fails to meet those expectations she can be incredibly harsh. She blames herself for everything that’s gone wrong, and has a deep self loathing and grief that she avoids at all costs. Outwardly she’s confident and cold, she’s tired from everything she’s been through but will not give herself a break. She cares deeply about the world and the people in it, but has pushed that aside in order to push away her own pain as well.

APPEARANCE

Quill is 5’4 transgender woman and in her early thirties, she’s got a muscular build with some tummy and a generally square body type. She has a soft squarish face with unnatural purple eyes (they used to be brown) and short black hair. Her hands have been branded by Kralkatorrik, and purple crystal brand runs up to her arms, with her hands being completely crystalline claws at the ends. She has a scar on her chest from where Balthazar stabbed her with his sword, and due to her time in the mists has a faint purple swirling aura around her at times.

[addamvelaryon]

Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow. A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire.… mother of dragons, slayer of lies …

— A Clash of Kings, Daenerys IV

The first vision is clearly a reference to Stannis Baratheon, the false Azor Ahai who wields a sword without any warmth. Second vision would then be about Young Griff/Aegon VI Targaryen, the false Targaryen heir (that is a Blackfyre!). Depending on who the third vision is about, it’s another character falsely claiming one of Dany’s identities.

My bet is on Euron Greyjoy. Though I’m not too sure exactly what role he’ll attempt to steal. Most likely, something to do with the magical aspects of Dany’s story (mother of dragons -> father of dragons/krakens/monsters?).

It will be Daenerys’ existence as ‘slayer of lies’ that disproves the titles these other characters claim for themselves.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

okay, so I know it's been half a year, but back in September I participated in the Swordtember drawing challenge, and I figured I'd post my swords here!

descriptions of each sword under the cut!

I. Witch: This sword actually only a hilt and a crossguard with an enchanted jewel attached to it. The blade of the sword is created by the witch channeling their magic through the gemstone.

II. Wizard: A regular steel sword, enchanted by light magic using the blue gemstone.

III. Rogue: This is a simple dagger that fits into a sheath in the rogue's boot. The loop makes it easier to pull out of your shoe.

IV. Dragon Slayer: This sword has slightly curved crossguard to account for the curve of the body of the dragons he fights. The spikes on the sword are the horns of the dragons he's slayed.

V. Spymaster: This sword extends out like a deadlier form of a plastic lightsaber. The canister it exists in contains a memory-loss spray, which partly serves to camouflage the sword among his spy-equipment.

VI. Knight Errant This flashy sword has inlaid gems and bright red feathers, to attract the attention of the damsels in distress he's out to save!

VII. Oracle: Nothing fancy, just. sword.

VIII. Jester: a simple dagger, small enough to fit with all his comical props.

IX. Royal Hunt Leader: This sword is more ceremonious than practical. It's decorative and used to signify the start of a hunt

X. Healer: This sword is enchanted with healing magic and made out of a healing tree

XI. Queen's: This sword has a fancy handle and has gems!

King:: This one matches the queen sword. If you put them next to each other, it makes a heart shape

XIII. Royal Heir: This sword is lowkey based on princess peach.

XIV: Royal Guard: Nothing too fancy!

XV. Enchanter: has a magic orb in the back!

XVI: Water Spirit: Has a blue gem and water enchantment

XVII. Forest Spirit: Has a green gem and forest enchantment, and is made of an enchanted tree.

XVIII. Bard: It's just really extra!

XIX. Alchemist: Has chambers in the back to include alchemical potions that enchant the sword.

XX. Summoner: To use this sword, just hold it in the air and say "[animal,] I choose you!"

XXI. Mermaid: This sword is enchanted so it doesn't rust, and the hilt is made of a shell. The pearls in the blade help enchant it!

XXII. Vampire: The vampire's blade is enchanted with a black magic that automatically cauterizes the wound- so that none of the precious blood is wasted, and its smell doesn't distract the vampire mid-fight.

XXIII. Vampire Hunter: The blade is made of pure silver. The hilt is a cross that's also a wooden stake.

XXIV. Barbarian: A wooden sword with spikes that doubles as a club!

XXV. Inquisitor: Just a regular sword- ¡Apuesto a que no esperabas eso!

XXVI. Artificer: The hilt has an interchangable tool- currently it has a magnifying glass attachment. The hilt also contains a secret chamber.

XXVII. Assassin: This blade is small but deadly and menacing!

XXVIII. Druid: This large sword contains a series of magic blue gems.

XXIX: Paladin sword: This sword isn't anything out of the ordinary, but it's made of some of the nicest materials.

XXX: Necromancer: This is an enchanted, two-handed sword!

[asgard-segun-elcadejos]

Asgard según El Cadejos

God Robes

The seven (eight) original God Robes are and represent

Dubhe Alpha - Fafnir

Merak Beta - Sleipnir

Phecda Gamma - Jörmungandr

Megrez Delta - ?

Alioth Epsilon - Fenrisúlfr

Mizar Zeta -  Saber Tooth tiger

Benetasch Eta - ?

The Princess of Asgard and her heir are aware of who is a candidate, but wait until the will of the gods manifests itself (instead of telling them beforehand). We see the God Robes have been slumbering undisturbed for a long time. Dubhe Alpha in the volcano outer walls, Merak Beta inside and under magma, and so on.

The anime is vague on what determines who can wear a God Robe, so I narrowed it down to two options

Those whose bloodline ties them to a specific God Robe

Those who are worthy

The former case seems to apply to Fenrir, Syd, Bud, and Siegfried.

Alioth Epsilon was inside the family manor (quite simbolic for it to be exactly behind the family crest, which also happens to feature two wolf heads). To consider, the fact that Loki » Fenrir » Hati / Sköll solidifies the importance of blood ties.

Mizar and Alcor Zeta reference a creature that doesn’t belong to Norse mythology, and also did not live in this region at all (Smilidon were local to Asia and America, not Europe). It seems too much of a coincidence for both God Robes and a family crest to illustrate the same animal.

Finally, we have Dubhe Alpha, which references a formidable dragon from Norse mythology, and Siegfried shares the name of the legendary hero who defeated it (as well as being their direct descendant). In a way, this shows how his bloodline is that of the true Asgardian dragon slayers, worthy of weilding power from Fafnir (99% invulnerability) after killing it.

Regarding those who are worthy, we know Alberich is Asgard’s brightest mind. Even if he were not as physically formidable as the others, he is skilled enough to weild a sword, and strategize ahead to have a clear advantage over his opponent (there’s even evidence that his ancestor was also a skilled warrior, fighting Dohko).

Thor is not only tall, strong, and formidable in combat. He is also a caring individual who takes risks for the greater good, hunting on royal grounds (which is forbidden) to feed those less fortunate around him.

Though I believe Asgardians have a natural tendency towards manifesting some ice when using cosmos (as seen with Hilda in general, and the twins when executing the Viking Tiger Claw attacks), Hagen is the only Asgardian skilled enough to have mastered both ice and fire cosmo.

Mime was rasied and trained by the great Asgardian warrior Folker, and was eventually able to kill him after realizing he had murdered Mime’s biological parents. The sheer skill and strength to do so at a young age goes to prove Mime’s prowess.

God Robes in Soul of Gold

There are inconsistencies regarding these armours. In the original saga, the seven (eight) God Robes were directly linked to the Big Dipper asterism in Ursa Major. However, in Soul of Gold they reference creatures from Norse mythology (much like Cloths, Surplices, and Scales do for their respective themes).

The SOG God Robes have Sapphires, but they were quickly discarded for the red gems Loki created, so I take that as a pass to HC that the original ones are in a higher category because their Sapphires are the only ones able to summon Odin’s God Robe (which also tries to explain why these are named after stars, instead of creatures). In SOG, the God Robes reference the following

Gullinbursti

Nidhogg

Tanngrisnir

Eikthyrnir

Grani

Hraesvelgr

Garm

Shadow Robes

Astronomically speaking, there is only one Shadow Robe (Alcor) because Zeta is a double star system. However, this feels incomplete to me within lore, so I have expanded it and designated a Shadow Warrior for each God Warrior. Their main task is to guard the God Warrior from treacherous danger, and act as their right hand (explored a little deeper in this post). Should the God Warrior perish, their Shadow will take their place.

Shadow Robes have no Sapphire, and aside from the mask/helmet eye colors, are completely pearl white. Being the only one with a designated star, Alcor Zeta is their leader.

Odin Sapphire

As mentioned before, all God Robes have a Sapphire, but only the ones linked to a star are able to summon Odin’s God Robe.

In my HC, are God Robes inheritable?

Only those tied to a bloodline can be inherited. Shadow Robes are not inheritable because the person chosen to wear them is directly linked (not necessarily by blood) to the God Warrior they protect.

Characteristics

Robes are warm to the touch of those who wear them, and their Shadows.

[blueteller]

"Tcf is just one big family feud" is absolutely correct. However... Choi Han and Cale Barrow being related? That is not correct.

While Eruhaben indeed called the Dragon Slayers a "bloodline", he canonically has incorrect information about the Dragon Slayers.

First of all, Eruhaben said that the Dragons Slayers were "a crazy family who could withstand Dragon Fear and got stronger by eating Dragons". None of that is strictly correct. The misconception here was based on Sheritt and Choi Jung Gun, aka. Nelan Barrow, play-acting a rivalry that was actually a scam all along.

Sheritt and Choi Jung Gun played "arch nemesis" but in truth they were best friends. They wanted make everyone to believe that Choi Jung Gun survived the final battle against the Ancient White Star because he was strong, while he was just a normal dude with a fake strong aura and super long lifespan (which he used later on to create actual, real strong powers, to leave for others to use).

Perhaps there were some Dragon Slayers down the line who took that story literally and actually fought Dragons (maybe some were even crazy enough to try and eat a Dragon as well), but that had never been their purpose at all; it was about creating a political faction to combat potential evil overlords who wished to take over the world. The real Dragon Slayers knew that, but outsiders like Eruhaben bought the scam and actually believed them to be hostile to Dragons.

Also only one person, that is the leader of the Dragon Slayer village, possessed the Dominating Aura Ancient Power. The leader was selected based on strength and was the one who recieved both the powers (including the Sword of Disasters and the Dragon Blood Drinking Crown) and the name "Barrow" to continue the legacy, but there was no blood relation involved. It was a title. Choi Jung Gun never had any children (remember, he was eternally a 15-year-old in body), his village and heirs were just people who were abnormally strong, gathered together for the purpose of protecting the world.

And yes, Cale Barrow betrayed ALL OF THAT when he decided to become an evil overlord himself. He knew exactly what the true Dragon Slayer goals were, and he threw them all away like trash. And he had the audacity to write a "don't be mad, I'm just gonna go take over the world" message right under his village's "Save The World" motto, on top of that. What a bastard.

...So no, Cale Barrow and Choi Jung Gun were never ACTUALLY related. Not that it matters; the connection to Choi Han is still very real and quite significant, as Choi Jung Gun was his uncle.

The ones who ACTUALLY have an ancient relation in this mess was the Crossman family, descended straight from the Ancient White Star himself. Which was quite ironic for multiple reasons, and it's a pity Cale Barrow never found out that Alberu was descended directly from his idol, that would have been hilarious.

...Also – spoiler alert – the ENTIRE mess was initiated by the Hunters, and THEY are quite the definition of "one big family feud". And poor Cale is directly related to them via the Thames bloodline. RIP Cale's slacker life lol

If you think about it ,

Tcf is just one big family feud ...

that poor cale got dragged into....

I mean think about it....

Choi han is the hero and cale barrow is the villain of tboah written by their shared great great something grandfather choi jun gun also known as nelan barrow ....

Poor han and white star are related 😂 probably cousins or something.

Oh and the guy from the choi family that started the barrow line ( coz dragon slayers were supposed to be a bloodline i think? Don't remember... on that note ... choi han did slay a dragon... just saying... literally the only one who did that other than his probably distant cousin (rip raon and his dead bro who was killed by said villain cousin of the hero))

And while these half or quarter cousins are beefing, the guy that started this shitshow is watching and documenting it, to ship it off to the guy that would then clear his mess😂 like bruh....

Anyway , i could be wrong and not remembering it right so don't take my word for it...

It's just a hilarious thought i had while washing dishes 😌 coz that's what happens when do chores.... brain starts wandering...

[fendaira]

[dailyadventureprompts]

Villain: Razivenagog, the Lurking Venom

Hello little Morsels~

Adventure Hooks: 

Hunters from the deepwood report finding the remains of large animals, rotting and putrescent but untouched by scavengers. Bears, elk, boars: traditional place in the foodchain seems to make no difference. Only a few show any actual sign of predation, and a careful analysis of the remains reveals that a potent toxin was used to bring them down. Whatever is out there, it’s killing for pleasure, not out of hunger, and it’s dangerous enough to take down a several hundred pound animal with just a scratch. 

A local hooligan has been selling off the mushrooms she’s been finding growing in her father’s fields, happy to pawn them off to fools, travelers, and younger children for a few copper to observe their minor wild-magic effects. Tracing this scamp back to her source reveals that her fields have been visited by a displaced fey, looking to grow a fairy-ring to travel back home after stumbling into the mortal world from a now closed planear gate. The land the hooligan’s family occupies just so happens to sit on top of the nearest layline, and the fey is trying to find just the right spot to plant their circle while staying out of sight. 

The Curate at a local shrine has observed several odd occurrences and poltergeist like activity, and asks the party to sit vigil with them over the evening, disguised as pilgrims, to get to the bottom of things. As it turns out the manifestations were in fact the work of a rather hapless family of forest gnomes, using their illusory powers to distract the shrine attendants while their more agile cousin sought to burgle a tomb concealed beneath the shrine. When apprehended, they throw themselves on the party’s mercy: one of their number has been taken captive by an awful beast, who now now demands they do its bidding in exchange for his return. 

Setup: Possessing a feline sort of sadism towards lesser creatures that far eclipses most other dragonkind, the green-scaled Razivenagog has emerged from the feywild hunting the one thing that can put a stop to his callous fun. 

To this end, the wyrm has enlisted the help of a family of gnomes he ambushed along the road: The Mosshollows, in order to seek a relic contained in a nearby shrine. Razivenagog has only the slightest idea what this “relic” might be, having learned of it’s portentous power from a riddle spouting shapeshifter that’s fallen into his service, sometimes taking the form of a goblin or owl but always staying just out of reach of his talons.  Too accustomed to the games of the fey realm from which he hails, the dragon has been distracted playing the part of wicked kidnapper and mastermind, never suspecting that someone might be able to actually be able to oppose his might. 

Background: Once a presumptuous and pillaged human knight, long forgotten to mortal memory,  the man that became Razivenagog set out into the wilderness to find a beast worth slaying upon which he could found his personal legend.. So consumed was he with fantasies of his future glory, he fell into the realm of the fey, through which he quested and marauded ( as would be monster-slayers are wont to do) slowly losing his humanity as his outsides came to match his insides. 

Years later, his sister, now heir to the family and an adventurer in her own right,  sought the boon of an archfey, seeking to rescue the brother she had only fond memories of. The Archfey said that nothing remained of her brother but his long forgotten sword, and gave the noblewoman the blade saying she should inter it in place of his body. Years later, that family grave was given over to the village to become the grounds for their shrine. 

Challenges and Complications: 

The circle closes: Giving offence to the fey is a very bad idea, and a man with enough ego to become a dragon is liable to step on a few toes along the way. One of the first of many curses the knight accrued was “forget hunting beasts, the greatest honor a braggard like you could accomplish is falling on your sword.“   It was a good curse as curses go, resulting in Razivenagog forgetting he was ever human, and becoming a mythic monster that can only be defeated once he’s been struck by his abandoned blade. 

 A lingering spite: Fighting Razivenagog isn’t as difficult as fighting most other dragons, given that he doesn’t possess wings or even a breath weapon. What he DOES possess is a hostage, a jungle-cat’s stealthy ferocity, and a whip like tail that grants extended reach, can grapple, and delivers debilitating poison. The dragon is not above using hit and run tactics through the shadowy forest, or in hitting a target (like a captive gnome) with a slow acting poison that will kill them over days or weeks, necessitating the party break off their hunt to find a cure. 

An unexpected twist: The one that cursed the knight in the firstplace? the unknown archfey which aided the noblewoman and gave her the blade to bury? that cackling shapeshifter that’s been goading the dragon along? All the same guy, a trickster by the name of Glimcrag who decided Razivenagog was a real jerk and needed to be taught a lesson. After the wyrm is dead, he’ll reveal himself, thank the party for their help in the caper and toss em a boon or two for being such good sports. He might call upon them again in the future, so they best mind their manners infront of the woodland critters. 

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[the-primordials]

ROMANCES【Love OR Despair?】

• Name: Arum

Gender: Male

Age: 9.4 Million

Pronouns: he/him

Species: God

Title:

(King of the Gods)

Divine Form:

Arum's true form resembles a dragon. Body length sitting at 136 meters and a wingspan of 342 meters. When in hybrid form he wields a dragon golden sword. (Hybrid form above, humanoid dragon.)

Physical Appearance:

Height (194 cm), more on the muscular bulky body build side, a rose beige skin tone, dirty golden blonde hair, chin length; messy hair. Emerald green eyes that shine with a sense of seriousness and vibrance.

Personality:

Prideful, Benevolent, Charming, Spontaneous,Stubborn.

Relationship: Great Nephew

Marital Status: Single

Mini-Sum:

Arum, King of the Gods, and God of Matter (Atoms), War and Compassion. He was the first god to be born and the first to create one of the new mortal races. He is the son of Zotikos Ruler of the Titans & Lavada Queen of the Pure (Souls). Arum is a god that is loved and revered throughout Eden. He has been known to be a fair and a just god. Arum has loved and been loved, but every time he would break off his relationships, always feeling something... or someone was missing from his life, someone to complete him. As such many have tried to fill that missing piece in his heart, but none have succeeded, yet. So will you be the void that fills that space? Or will you only break a longing heart?

• Name: Samuel Ulrich Van Doren Elsenburg

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Human + ¼ Incubus

Talent: Aristocrat, Sorcerer, Strategist

Title:

(The 2nd Prince) (Cursed) (Son of The Witch) (He Who Rules Fire) (The Hidden Underdog)

Physical Appearance:

Height (183 cm), athletic body build, fair pale skin tone, obsidian hair, mid waist straight length hair. Crimson eyes, that hide a hidden pain.

Personality:

Caring, Extrovert, Super Cautious, Clingy, Brave. (Cold & Distant)

Relationship: none

Marital Status: Single

Mini-Sum:

Samuel Van Doren Elsenburg, the second heir to the throne of Ager Somnia, Kingdom of Dreams. Samuel was born at a young age with Leukocytosis as such he was very sickly growing up. Many considered he was cursed by the gods for having succubus blood flowing through his veins like his mother. And due to this the king turned his back on him and his mother as years went by. Till one day his mother made a deal with a Devil (Soul Seeker, Argus He Who Whispers). After she gave her life so her son could live, Samuel from then on promised himself that he'd take revenge on those who wronged him and his mother, and one day revive her. Since then Samuel distanced himself from others. He became cold and scary to all who came near him. He shut his heart off to all, even those who tried to show any form of kindness. But that is only how everyone perceived him, while his younger sister was one of the few who knows his true nature. So will you open the doors to a lonely heart, that is need of healing? Or will lead this young man to the spiralling stairs of doom and destruction?

• Name: Cliodhna

Gender: Female

Age: 689

Pronouns: she/her

Species: Succubus (Demon)

Talent: Enchantress, Illusionist, Dark Mage

Title:

(The Temptress of Man) (That B*tch) (Man Slayer) (Blight on Reality) (Heartbroken Child) (Cursed) (Witch Of The Northern Tundra)

Demon Form:

Unknown.

Physical Appearance:

Height (166 cm), bottom hourglass body build, pale skin tone, dark velvet hair, long wavy straight hair. Bright intoxicating pink eyes.

Personality:

Flirtatious, Vengeful, Caring, Courageous, Realistic.

Relationship: none

Marital Status: Single

Mini-Sum:

Cliodhna, The Temptress of Man and daughter of the Demon King. Cliodhna, was born between a forbidden love, she was a child that was never ment to be born. But in the end her mother kept her. But she also kept her secret from the rest of the Demon races, for her very existence would start wars of unheard carnage. And carnage they did start, one day Cliodhna's existence became known to the Demon race and once the humans found out about an Heir to the Demon throne, a war broke out between the two races. A war that lasted for a 100 years, a war were Cliodhna earned the title "The Temptress of Man". But ever since the gods intervened to stop that war centuries ago. Cliodhna since then became nothing more than a fairytale in history. Until one fateful day were she fell in love with a human noble. Their love was a different kind of forbidden love, but she did not care. And from this union a daughter was born that would one day make a sacrifice so great it would save the life of another. And so as the years went by and she wept for the man she loved, who died at the hands of his own people for his treacherous deed. And ever since then she has continued to torment and bring fear to the people who stole her love and daughter from her. So will you be the cement that seals the cracks in the heart that lays shattered before you? Or will revel in the pain of another, and destroy all hope she has left?

• Name: April Collins

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Pronouns: she/her

Species: Human

Talent: Historian, Detective

Title:

(Archaeologist) (Bookworm) (Someone Famous) (Lone-Wolf) (Curiosity's Biggest Fan)

Physical Appearance:

Height (173 cm), fit slightly average body build, light pale skin tone, dark brown hair, chin length curly hair. Bright deep brown eyes.

Personality:

Curious, Intuitive, Brave, Impulsive, Idealistic

Relationship: none

Marital Status: Single

Mini-Sum:

April Collins, is the daughter to the famous Professor Collins an Archaeologist who was the first to find remnants of the first humans made by Eligos. A civilization that was so advanced that it still puts people in awe of their abilities. As such it was something that many wished to learn and discover more about. Including April who follows in her father's footsteps and became a renowned Archaeologist as well throughout her younger years. She became so obsessed with everything to do with the Ancient Ones she was able to find their very first city. She has since been known by many for her hard working attitude and smart brain. That she has gained a lot of her own fame that it no longer was over shadowed by her father's. But in doing so she also attracted the bad kind of attention that comes with fame. As such she was one day kidnapped from her hotel, while on her way back to her home town. She was then coerced into finding a certain tomb, for a certain secret cult. And at first she did not want help... until she learnt of what this "Tomb" may hold within it. So will you be another great trophy for the Professor? Or will you make her see you in a different light?

• Name: Ravyn

Gender: Female

Age: 27.2 Billion

Pronouns: she/her

Species: Primordial

Title:

(Darkness Primordial)

Primordial Form:

She stands at 1.2km in height and wields a spear resembling the Spear of Longinus.

Physical Appearance:

Length (279 cm), slim hourglass body build, warm almond skin, dark royal purple scales, Amethyst hair with bit of vibrant pink, waist length slightly wavy hair. Tired soul piercing silver/purple eyes with black sclera. [Lamia looking in appearance.]

Personality:

Impatient, Stoic, Sarcastic, Selfish, Manipulative.

Relationship: Sister in law

Marital Status: Single

Mini-Sum:

Ravyn, Primordial of Darkness, Mother of the Danmed, Ruler of the Darkness, Goddess of Fear, & The Bringer of Chaos. Ravyn was the 6th Primordial to come into existence, just barely before her twin Astera. Ravyn is the twin sister to Astera 'The Primordial of Light' and sister to 'The Primordial of Space' Christos. She was known to be the quiet one of the Primordials, she mostly kept to herself, but was always in everyone else's business. She loved to cause trouble as long as it brought her entertainment, and either pain or some sort of suffering to others. But when it came to 'The Primordial of the Void' she would simply follow you while hiding in her shadows. And that was because what other's didn't know was that.... The moment she came into existence and set her eyes upon you 'The Primordial of the Void', she knew you were her soulmate a being she was willing to serve, worship... even love till the end of existence. But the day her brother tricked and sealed you away... She went to war with her brother and sister. Only to always lose. As such as the eons went by she bided her time and set in motion a plan to unseal, her lover. So will you The Empty Void accept a one sided love, or is it? Or perhaps you will use the feelings of someone so close to your arch-nemesis, to your advantage?

• Name: Invar

Gender: Male

Age: 35 Billion

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Primordial

Title:

(Time Primordial)

Primordial Form:

(Think of a mummy Pharaoh.) He stands at about 60 meters in height, and wears a golden gauntlet on his right hand and wields a Khopesh in his left.

Physical Appearance:

Height (188 cm), toned lean body build, fair skin tone, waist length wavy white hair. Strong kind curious filled crimson eyes.

Personality:

Intellectual, Friendly, Carefree, Open-minded, Wise.

Relationship: Friend?

Marital Status: Single

Mini-Sum:

Invar, Primordial of Time, God of Time and Infinity, Father of Time, Sage of Time, He Who Sees All & Knows All. Invar was the 2nd Primordial to come into existence and the second one too be born from necessity like you. The moment upon his existence it felt as if the hands of existence itself had began to move and come together forming a puzzle, which would later be known as reality. Invar was the first conscious being to exist besides you. And as such, as the eons went by, The Primordial of the Void and Time became close friends, that stood through thick and thin. When your siblings came into existence he was always there to help you when needed. Until... the day of your banishment. He who could see all that is to come. Didn't even warn his closest friend of their impending doom. Since that day Invar, mostly closed himself off from the rest. He was either in his Clock Tower or travelling to other universes timelines. When the new races came into existence he invented a new system alongside the God King. It was the status bar that would go on to revolutionize Eden forever. And as we came closer to the day of your awakening he was the first to reach out to you. So will mend old wounds of betrayal? Or will you stab him in the back the same he did you?

• Name: Ren Hashimoto

Gender: Female

Age: 16 (516)

Pronouns: she/her

Species: Human (Otherworlder)

Talent: Hero, Sage, Archmagus, God Slayer, Goddess •○□¤•◆°.:

Title:

(Summoned Hero) (Outsider) (Otherworlder) (Goddess)

Divine Form:

Unknown.

Physical Appearance:

Height (171 cm), athletic skinny body build, light pale skin tone, black hair with dyed purple, shoulder length straight hair with slightly curled ends. Light brown eyes, that seem to be lost and very lackluster.

Personality:

Depressed, Cautious, Resentful, Curious, Insecure.

Relationship: none

Marital Status: Single

Romanceable: Female MC's only.

Mini-Sum:

Ren Hashimoto, a once very ordinary 15 year old Japanese girl of Earth. Till it changed all one day when her and four of her other friends were swept up in a summoning circle, and brought to Eden. Upon their arrival she and her friends was greeted by The New Gods of Eden who offered her and her friends safe passage back to Earth and many rewards. If! She and her friends killed the Evil God Of Oblivion & Corruption for them. Since she needed to get back to her world as soon as possible she had no choice but to accept the offer. After one year of gruelling and rigorous training and many battles. Ren and her friends were able to slay The Evil One. But just as hope came knocking and she was to return home to her world and loved ones... She was hit with a infinite amount of Despair. Upon the Evil One's dying breath he transferred all of his remaining powers to the hero. Making Ren a Goddess, and in doing so binding her to this universe's reality. Both a miserable curse and a blessing. And due to this she pleaded with the Gods the old and the new to take away her divinity away. But none could help. So she went to The Ancients the oldest and most powerful of the gods... The Primordials. But when she asked the Ruler of the Primordials to remove her divinity, he refused and laughed at her plight. Since then she has been wandering the lands of Eden in search of the only glimmer of hope she has left. The one known as The First, The FORGOTTEN ONE.... THE ETERNAL ONE. So when you meet this Goddess of the winds will you answer her plight? Or will ignore and blow out her last glimmering hope?

[fulgurantfirstborn]

{{Long list of items from DS1 and DS3 that relate to Gwyn’s Firstborn, not organized in any particular way as it is just a compilation for personal reference}}

SUNLIGHT MEDAL (DS1)

This faintly warm medal engraved with the symbol of the Sun, is the ultimate honor, awarded to those who summon the Warrior of Sunlight and complete a goal.

The symbol represents Lord Gwyn's firstborn, who lost his deity status and was expunged from the annals. But the old God of War still watches closely over his warriors.

GREAT LIGHTNING SPEAR (DS1)

Miracle passed down by those bound to the Warrior of Sunlight covenant. Hurl giant lightning spear.

The weapon of the God of War, who inherited the sunlight of Lord Gwyn, but had respect only for arms, and nothing else.

RING OF THE SUN’S FIRSTBORN (DS1)

Lord Gwyn's firstborn, who inherited the sunlight, once wore this ancient ring. Boosts the strength of miracles.

Lord Gwyn's firstborn was a god of war, but his foolishness led to a loss of the annals, and rescinding of his deific status. Today, even his name is not known.

DRAGONSLAYER SET (DS3):

Golden lion helm associated with Dragonslayer Ornstein, from the age of gods, and imbued with the strength of lightning. In the dragonless age, this knight, who long guarded the ruined cathedral, left the land in search of the nameless king.

NAMELESS KING SET (DS3):

Golden Crown: Crown of a nameless king who was ally to the ancient dragons. This golden crown, buried amidst long strands of bristling ash, is said to closely resemble that of the First Lord.

Dragonscale Armor: Dragonscale armor of a nameless king who was ally to the ancient dragons. Dragon scales are razor-sharp and cannot be burned.

Golden Bracelets: Bracelets of a nameless king who was ally to the ancient dragons. These golden bracelets, together with the golden breastplate and crown, are said to closely resemble those of the first lord.

Dragonscale Waistcloth: Dragonscale waistcloth of a nameless king who was ally to the ancient dragons. Dragon scales are razor-sharp and cannot be burned.

DRAGONSLAYER SWORDSPEAR (DS3):

A dragon hunting weapon from the age of the gods. The earliest form of the cross spear, serving as both a sword and a spear.

Its owner was the Nameless King, a deific hunter of dragons. The swordspear is imbued with lightning, of which he was the heir.

STORM CURVED SWORD (DS3):

Curved sword imbued with the strength of the Stormdrake.

The Nameless King, ally of the ancient dragons, fought beside the Stormdrake in countless battles.

When the great beast fell, the king claimed his soul, as was the custom in the age of the gods.

SACRED OATH (DS3):

Miracle of those chosen by the Sunlight covenant.

Temporarily boosts attack and damage absorption for self and those in the vicinity.

This is the tale of the Sun's firstborn, his faithful first knight, and the brave dragonslayer who served them both.

GREAT LIGHTNING SPEAR (DS3):

Primal account of Lightning Spear, which tells of an ancestral dragonslayer.

Hurls a giant lightning spear.

Gwyn, the First Lord, slew dragons with his sunlight spear, a tradition upheld by his firstborn and the greatspear he wielded.

Much of this resplendent tale of father and son, while epic, remains tragically untold.

LIGHTNING STORM (DS3):

Miracle of the Nameless King, ally to the ancient dragons.

Calls forth furious bolts of lightning.

Once a slayer of dragons, the former king and wargod tamed a Stormdrake, on which he led a lifetime of battle. This miracle is likely a tale of their bond.

RING OF THE SUN’S FIRSTBORN (DS3):

Ring of the Sun's firstborn, who inherited the light of Gwyn, the first lord. Greatly boosts miracles. The Sun's firstborn was once a god of war, until he was stripped of his stature as punishment for his foolishness. No wonder his very name has slipped from the annals of history.

SOUL OF THE NAMELESS KING (DS3):

Soul of the Nameless King. One of the twisted souls, steeped in strength.

Use to acquire many souls, or transpose to extract its true strength.

The Nameless King was once a dragon-slaying god of war, before he sacrificed everything to ally himself with the ancient dragons.

[felicjana050896]

Dream: Jaime and Jon

I used to post this post before, but now it's improved and more aesthetic :)

Jaime’s dream:

I will not rewrite Jaime's entire dream, it is in ASOS, Jaime VI.

A lot of people think it's Casterly Rock because that's what it says at the beginning, but..., Jaime says it's Casterly Rock, just because it's surrounded by stone walls, it's in a stone castle, we still have it went to a cave with shallow water, but he did not know it, and it is rather unlikely that the potential heir of Casterly Rock, who grew up in it, would not completely know the cave that was part of it, especially as he himself states:

There’s no place like that beneath the Rock.

so in my opinion, this is not Casterly Rock, but a different place. Some say that this is probably the Red Keep, but Jaime also knows the Red Keep and knows the tunnels beneath them, not to mention that the Red Keep is made of "red stone", brick, not plain gray stone... That's why in my opinion it's about Dragonstone, Dragonstone fits perfectly, especially if Jaime is a descendant of Aerys. Dark figures with golden hair, not the Lannisters, but the Targaryens, they also had golden hair, not only white, and most often their hair was golden with silver highlights.

Beware of the water, he told himself. There may be various creatures in the depths…

This is of course a prelude to the fight between Jaime and Euron, if Euron gets Rheagal:

And there came a second crack, loud and sharp as thunder, and the smoke stirred and whirled around her and the pyre shifted, the logs exploding as the fire touched their secret hearts. She heard the screams of frightened horses, and the voices of the Dothraki raised in shouts of fear and terror. (AGOT, Daenerys X)

Who could frighten the fearless Dothraki themselves more than Euron?

And whoever rides Rheagal must have something to do with the thunder, the storm:

”I am the storm, my lord. The first storm, and the last.” (AFFC, The Reaver)

The torches along the walls were burning bright, and so was he, blue lips, blue eye, and all. (AFFC, The Reaver)

Vicatrion describes Euron above, whether it is a announcement that Euron will die burned by dragon fire..., Jaime/Viserion - Euron/Rhaegal - Daenerys/Drogon fight, which the performer will win Daenerys and Drogon:

From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire. . . . mother of dragons, slayer of lies (ACOK, Daenerys IV)

This tower is the Hightower in the Oldtown that will be attacked by Euron.

And Euron will burn, Rhaegal will get into Theon? Through the horn he will be bound to the blood of the Greyjoy:

What had she been thinking, that he would whistle up a winged horse and fly her out of here, like some hero in the stories she and Sansa used to love? (ADWD, The Prince of Winterfell)

“Unless you have a horse with wings like a raven. Do you?”

“No.” Jon felt like a fool. (AGOT, Jon IX)

Horses and wings are a theme in asoiaf:

The silver horse leapt the flames as if she had wings. (AGOT, Daenerys II)

"If we were eagles we might fly," said Jojen sharply, "but we have no wings, no more than we have horses." (ASOS, Bran I)

ghosts and ghouls, mermaids, rock goblins, winged horses, winged pigs … winged lions." (ADWD, Tyrion III)

While probably many people will take the above quote as proof/hint that Tyrion will ride a dragon, for me it's a red herring though, like many of them in asoiaf, a lion will ride a dragon but not this lion.

Of course in the dream we see Tywin, Cersei and Joffrey, at first Joffrey (his death) leaves, then Tywin gives the sword to Jaime (Tywin gives Oathkeeper to Jaime), then Tywin leaves (dies), then to Jaime is joined by Brienne, who says "sword", the same word she utters to confirm to Lady Stoneheart that he will do her will and bring Jaime (confirmed by George himself in an interview).

“The flames will burn so long as you live,” he heard Cersei call. “When they die, so must you.”

As long as Jaime lives, the swords will burn, with his death, the swords will die, both. Then Cersei leaves, and so dies, killed by Jaime, Jaime is already with Brienne by then.

“Do they keep a bear down here?” Brienne was moving, slow and wary, sword to hand; step, turn, and listen. Each step made a little splash. “A cave lion? Direwolves? Some bear? Tell me, Jaime. What lives here? What lives in the darkness?”

“Doom.” No bear, he knew. No lion. “Only doom.”

Here Brienne asks if they are keeping a bear, a cave lion, a direwolf, a bear here. The bear is repeated twice, which is Brienne's announcement in the bear pit. But Jaime replies that it is doom, not a bear, not a lion, just doom. Importantly, Jaime does not mention the direwolf, which shows that the direwolf, i.e. Bran, is the doom, he lurks in the dark.

And now Jon's dream:

He dreamt he was back in Winterfell, limping past the stone kings on their thrones. Their grey granite eyes turned to follow him as he passed, and their grey granite fingers tightened on the hilts of the rusted swords upon their laps. You are no Stark, he could hear them mutter, in heavy granite voices. There is no place for you here. Go away. He walked deeper into the darkness. “Father?” he called. “Bran? Rickon?” No one answered. A chill wind was blowing on his neck. “Uncle?” he called. “Uncle Benjen? Father? Please, Father, help me.” Up above he heard drums. They are feasting in the Great Hall, but I am not welcome there. I am no Stark, and this is not my place. His crutch slipped and he fell to his knees. The crypts were growing darker. A light has gone out somewhere. “Ygritte?” he whispered. “Forgive me. Please.” But it was only a direwolf, grey and ghastly, spotted with blood, his golden eyes shining sadly through the dark... (ASOS, Jon VIII)

So step by step:

Jon dreamed he came back to Winterfell and it was actually Winterfell. = In Jaime's dream, Jaime thinks he came back to Casterly Rock, but Casterly Rock wasn't.

In Jon's dream, the old kings, the ghosts of the past, the ghosts of the Stark, tell him that this is not his place because he is not Stark (and that is a fact of course, because he is Targaryen). = In Jaime's dream, his ghosts told him, that this is his place (Confirmation/hint that Jaime is a Targaryen).

Both Jaime and Jon were going deeper and deeper into the darkness, except that in Jaime's dream, Jaime realized he should go up, not down, and he was going down, or rather running away, just because of soldiers who pursue him, while in Jon's dream, we do not have such thoughts, Jon himself voluntarily ventures further and further into the darkness.

In his dream, Jon calls his father (Ned), Bran, Rickon, Uncle Benjen twice and his father twice and asks for his help (i.nterestingly, Jon calls neither Robb nor Arya nor Sansa ...) but no one appears and he calls out for help from his father, but does not get it. = In Jaime's dream, we have Joffrey, Tywin and Cersei, Jaime doesn't have to call them because they are already there, but they walk away from him and he asks them not to leave him, finally asks for a sword and Tywin gives it to him.

Jon in his dream is crippled here, it's all about crutches and even falls, to emphasize this. = In Jaime's dream, Jaime has both hands, he is not crippled, he is alive and well.

It gets darker in Jon's crypts, and Jon thinks to himself, "The light's gone somewhere." and then she whispers to Ygritte, "Forgive me. Please. ". = Jaime's dream does not get any darker, though they are surrounded by darkness, Jaime's and Brienne's swords protect them from that darkness." He burned with a silver-blue glow that scattered the shadow. " “Brienne's sword also glowed with silver-blue fire. The darkness has receded a little further. ” = Jon calls Ygritte and the same light, she is gone, as is the light gone, while Jaime has Brienne and she has the light.

In Jon's dream, a gray, golden-eyed direwolf appears, probably Bran's direwolf, his eyes glowing with a sad glow, and he himself looks terrible and covered in blood. = In Jaime's dream, Brienne asks what lurks in the dark and how I "showed" above, it is a direwolf, a direwolf that is doom, which is just Bran.

Jaime and Jon's dream is one and the same (apart from some details, Jaime's dream is longer, and we have additional things there, e.g. watch out for creatures in the depths, or a prophecy about Tywin's death, etc.), with that, that inverted.

[lisinfleur]

Sweet Revenge

Author’s Notes | It’s a small drabble. But I think you guys will like it. Universe | Vikings Pairing | No pair Info | Viking Age AU, fixing plot AU, a gift for @inforapound​, @honestsycrets​, @therealcalicali​ and @ghvsts​ Words | 746 ⁑ Warnings: Religious conflicts.

Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence.

He couldn't remember where did he'd heard that sentence before. But it hammered his head through the whole bunch of long and tedious years he spent beside those meek sheep of their Lord, feeling the weight of their wool over his fur to hide the wolf who had sat among them, bleating for so long.

But the King of the fools was now dead, sadly with no heirs to succeed him - since his queen was awfully taken into the Lord's grace along with their only child in a terrible accident with her chariot not far from the day her King was called up to follow her.

Hvitserk had to admit he threw up twice thinking of how hideous was the idea of planning something so demonic. But it wasn't hard to loosen the reins of those horses when he stopped to think about his fatherless nephew or niece he would probably never know, growing in Rus' lands with nothing but stories of his brother's greatness. The child his little brother longed for so long and didn't live to have a chance to go back and see growing.

He had to admit it was hard to stand beside those meek sheep and keep himself awake for days and days into that stupid church hearing the unintelligible Latin of those priests that would never stop talking unless it was time for them to say "Amen" to whatever they had spoken before the pause. The memories of conquering York with his brother were an excellent relief for his mind who spent whole ceremonies building up scenes where he would just unsheath his sword and kill as many as he could inside that cursed place screaming Odin's name and chanting words of sacrifice to his true gods for his brother's delight.

It took long years of his life smiling at them, gathering their trust, conquering their hearts until the very moment came. After Alfred's disease took his life, the testament of the King was read: the statement of his name as Alfred's personal choice of heir.

With a smile on his face, Hvitserk walked towards the coronation covered with a red mantle that prevented anyone from seeing beyond the velvet tissue enclosed around his body. Not until the crown was placed over his head and the chant was echoing all over the place.

"Long live the king!"

His smile became bigger. The meek tone of the sheep disappeared entirely and once again, the wolf stood tall, looking down to the ones he had misled for so many years.

They would now become his feast... A well-deserved feast after so many years of waiting.

The doors of the church were open to the Danes he had invited personally for his coronation - of course, an invitation unknown for the Christian court that was present at the moment.

Under the surprised eyes of the Christian Earls and bishops, Hvitserk opened his red mantle, showing up his old Viking armor under the heavy tissue, sitting on Alfred's throne with the imposing presence he could only remember from his little brother...

His little crippled brother who could put that beautiful tone of fear over the Christians' faces he was now enjoying to see spreading as the Danes through the whole place.

"Don't stop," he said, crossing his legs in a careless way.

His smile reassembling his little brother's ironic smiles he would use so much when he was victorious over everyone else.

Was it what Ivar was used to feel?

It was good... Oh, so good!

"What were you saying? Long live the King... Long live the King," he sung, moving his hands.

Almost forcing the crowd to keep the beautiful chant as the sheep was now understanding they were surrounded and lost.

Their God wouldn't protect them now.

Nobody would save them now.

The Christian lands were his now...

 One day, brother, it will all be ours. As far as the eye can see, all ours.

What about King Harald?

King Harald is most likely to have his days numbered...

 Hvitserk remembered his little brother's smile.

It was all his now.

As far as the eye could see.

And hail Ivar, the Boneless, who had taught him how to outsmart.

Hvitserk's smile became bigger.

That night, his brother would be toasting and laughing at his victory from his deserved Valhalla, for his vengeance was done and the golden doors would be finally open for him.

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wizard’s oath [3]

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synopsis. you’ve heard of one of those chaotic family reunions but you didn’t think your own would end up like that.

muses. wizard!jungkook x dragonslayer!reader

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“wands and weapons, please.” the footman approaches you just as you step through the much nicer room of the inn where the prince told you to meet him.

you share a cautious look with jungkook, the wizard being more apparent with his reluctance when his eyebrows join together as he reaches for the wand in his pocket while you unstrap your sword from your hips.

“right this way.” another footman steps forward, gesturing to the door adjacent to the entrance.

“ah! dragon slayer, welcome!” prince hoseok grins from the table he’s at, eyes going wide when he sees the familiar wizard who insisted on tagging along, “jungkook, i’ll be damned. i didn’t know you knew ___. if i did, i would’ve had you introduce us sooner.”

“yes, well, i never knew you were so invested in dragon slayers.” jungkook offers, a hard line on his lips as he studies the prince with suspicious eyes.

“no matter,” prince hoseok shakes his hand as though he doesn’t hear the wizard’s less than hostile greeting, “we’re here now, aren’t we? i believe dinner is being served.”

you bow rather than drop to a courtesy. after all, you’re in your gear and this isn’t any normal dinner.

“it’s an honor to have you come all the way here, your highness. do you like the village so far?” you begin with pleasantries and even go as far as fixing the young prince a smile once you sit yourself across from him, jungkook on your left.

the prince leans back against the chair as he throws his head back while he sighs, “the overall hygiene could be better but what do you expect from a poor, farmers’ village?”

“i see.” the smile twitches just the slightest bit at his offhanded comment just as the footman rolls in with the food.

“ah, don’t you just love red wine?” the prince offers you a dimpled smile, tilting the flute glass as he takes a whiff of whatever red wines are supposed to smell like - you never understood how these people could sit around distinguishing the smell of one beverage to another while there were people scraping for a day’s worth of meal all over the empire.

“all wine tastes the same to me, your highness.” you begin to cut through the steak.

“i shouldn’t have asked,” the prince shakes his head in mirth, placing the wine down on the table before he makes a biting comment, “brutes like you only know how to swing a sword and kill everything the her path just like your father.”

“that’s it.” a thud echoes against the walls as jungkook’s chair tilts backwards as he abruptly stands, “we’re leaving. i knew something’s up when you invited ___ for dinner even though you hated dragon slayers. in the end, you’re still the spoiled rotten brat who takes pleasure in terrorizing others.”

you suppress a smile from the wizard’s outburst. it’s not that you don’t want to defend your father’s pride but you barely knew the guy - you appreciate jungkook getting more worked up than you though.

“what the-” jungkook mumbles underneath his breath when the guards at the door steps in his way.

“so that’s how it is.” you chuckle dryly, turning to face the smirking prince. “a secret meeting at some unknown village just on the boarder. this is how you’ll make sure to secure the throne? by killing the only other heir who actually has the first king’s blood running through her veins?”

he shrugs nonchalantly, “blame it on the history lessons i get from our great uncle clifford and his brutal slaughtering of all his seven brothers and cousins.” but he frowns when he looks at jungkook, “i liked you, wizard. i even thought of bringing you into the council as my royal mage. you have that fire, you know? not many dare to go against me but you do. shame that you chose to side with the brute.”

“i dare you to call ___ that one last time, prince.” jungkook threatens through gritted teeth, taking one step towards the leisure man but stop when the guards begin to pour into the room, swords pointing from every direction.

“i have no time for games. kill them.” the prince begins to dig into the steak, cringing when it enters his mouth while the guard begin to corner you and jungkook until you’re back-to-back with each other.

“this isn’t looking to good, is it?” you ask.

“i can feel my wand close by, if we could just get through-”

jungkook’s words get cut off as you drop to the ground, extending a leg and tripping one guard over before punching another one where the sun doesn’t shine. after recovering from the surprise attack, they begin to charge at you all at once. 

you hiss when you pick up a sword from one of the guards you’ve taken down. the dark magic seeps into your body like molten lava the more you try to resist it. the dragon crest of the royal family is missing and the weight of this sword is much heavier than jimin’s. but you chalk it up with the fact that dark magic is most lethal to the blood of the dragon slayers.

“___, let that thing go! it’s enchanted. you can’t handle the dark magic flowing through it!” jungkook orders, voice reaching the roof and effectively letting the enemies know of your infirmity.

cold sweat is already beginning to trickle down your forehead. the warmth of your power now a dying smolder in your chest.

“who’s got a better chance at wielding a sword? you or me?” you retort, sending him one last grin before going all in, slashing through the guards without any care for life the way you did three days ago with the mercenaries.

although you still try to avoid injuring their vital organs, just enough to make them drop their weapons.

you’re heaving and sporting cuts - some deep, some shallow - by the time the last body hits the ground. the prince isn’t anywhere in sight and the last remaining guards who kept their distance, watching you them down one after another, finally realizes their loss and flee.

that’s when you allow yourself to drop to your knees, hands clutching the sword tightly for dear life until jungkook yanks it out of you. his face is blurred but if your vision isn’t so badly damaged, maybe you’ll see his eyebrows furrowing while words pour out of his lips like a dam, telling you to lie down and rest but all you hear now is an echoing ring.

“you...” you huff through bated breaths, “...worry too much.”

that’s when darkness consumes you.