#Master Forge Heat Shield | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years ago

Text

The Challenge {1/2}

Aemond Targaryen x fem!bladesmith!reader Summary: Prince Aemond commissions your services but it gets off to a rocky start. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, sassy attitude, masturbation, unprotected sex WC: 5.6k

HOTD Masterlist || Part One || Part Two

The full force of the heat from the forge blasted your face as you grabbed the length of steel with your tongs. The long sword would be mighty when she was complete but it was a long way off from that.

Your arms were aching from the hours spent in the workshop but you ignored the weight of them as you lay the steel on the anvil and hefted a hammer off the tool rack. Every hit was aimed with precision as you folded the steel over adding strength and shaping the blade until the glowing metal dimmed as it cooled.

Sweat dripped down your forehead and you swiped it from your eyes with the back of your sleeve before making your way back to the fire pit and starting the process again. It was repetitive work but you were never bored by the process because every blade was unique and made especially for its owner. Swords like yours could not be found anywhere else in the Seven Kingdoms and that was why buyers travelled from far and wide.

“Boy, where is your master?”

You turned slowly away from the dancing flames that had kept you mesmerised while the blade heated. “Excuse me?” you asked as you tugged at the cloth that was tied across your face to save inhaling smoke all day and protect your hair from being singed.

“Oh,” the man chuffed as his dark brows shot up his forehead, “you are the bladesmith?”

You looked around the workshop that was void of anyone else before looking back at him. “You are a clever one.”

His lips pursed at the sarcastic remark and he stepped forward, his armour clattering with the movement. It was then you noticed the white cloak that was pinned to his shoulders by a dragon broach. “You are a long way from King’s Landing.”

“I was told there was a master bladesmith in this town but there must be a misunderstanding, though I did not see another workshop around,” he trailed off as he looked at a few of the swords hanging on the walls.

You turned back to the flames and rotated the blade to even out the heat dispersation. “No misunderstanding, there is no other bladesmith here.”

The soldier crossed the small room to get a closer look at the swords and made a small sound of surprise at the details and designs of the hilts. “These are remarkable.” He turned back to you and watched as you tightened the hold on the tongs and removed the blade from the fire to rest it on the anvil. “My prince is in need of a new sword, one that is fitting of his title. You will make it and personally deliver it to King’s Landing to present on his name day.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him as you raised the hammer, one well aimed hit would be enough to knock the entitled tone from his mouth but one word would also do. “No.”

The coins in the purse that sat in his hand jangled as his fist tightened around it and you ignored the flare of anger that tinted his cheeks as you beat the steel into shape while it was hot and malleable. “Your prince demands a great sword.”

You paused to look around the room once more, waving the hammer to the empty doorway as you spoke, “I do not see a prince.”

A growl of frustration gurgled in his throat before he turned on his heel and stormed out of the workshop, slamming the old wooden door closed behind him.

“Arrogant prick,” you muttered under your breath as you returned to work.

The sun had set hours ago but the workshop was alight with the forge fire as you made the finishing touches on a curved scimitar for a client who had come from Braavos with the design.

The blade gleamed in the firelight as you ran the whetstone down its edge until you were satisfied it could cut through a skull with a single slice. Along with an engraving of the shield of Braavos, the hilt was gilded with gold and had a small blood-red ruby nestled into the top. It really was a magnificent piece, even if you were a little biassed.

Placing the sword into the velvet lined box that had been built by your trusted carpenter, you closed the latch and placed it on a clean benchtop so it would be ready for the gentleman to pick up on the morrow.

You double checked the windows were locked before stoking the fire one last time to keep it warm overnight and making your way out of the workshop that was littered with projects. Lists of jobs to be done and ore to be bought ran through your head, the endless stream of debt and credit being calculated as you walked. You were so caught up thinking about your business that you missed the body that filled the dark doorway you were stepping out of.

“What in the Seven Hells do you-” your words died out as you looked up from the leather clad chest you had hit and found a smirk on the lips above.

It wasn’t the immaculate tunic, silvery hair or violet eye that gave away the man before you, though they all screamed royalty, it was the long-healed scar and eye patch. Prince Aemond, or Aemond One-Eye behind his back, had come to your workshop.

Beside the prince stood the soldier who had visited only a few days earlier and his attitude did not appear to have lessened in his time away. Recovering from the shock of a prince standing before you, you dipped into a curtsey and stepped back into your workshop.

“Your highness, what brings you here?”

Prince Aemond walked in with a straight spine and puffed chest, taking in the shadows with a keen eye to spy any threat hiding within. He ignored your question and his soldier remained in the doorway, watching his prince see the work of your craft.

“The hour is late and I am tired, why have you come all the way from King’s Landing?”

“My Prince is here for his sword,” the soldier answered.

“I have no sword for the prince.” You placed your hand on the box holding the latest creation as the prince reached for it. “That is not yours.”

Prince Aemond placed his hands behind his back and pursed his lips. “She is rude, isn’t she, Ser Criston, and filthy.”

“I did warn you,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Do not speak of me as if I am not here,” you commented dryly. “Your manners are no better barging in here not once but twice. I suppose you are used to getting your way.”

“I could have your head for disrespecting me,” Prince Aemond warned as his hand came to rest on his hilt.

Your chin lifted higher in defiance as you retorted, “Then you will ensure you never possess a sword of the greatest craftsmanship. That is why you are here, is it not?”

Aemond stepped closer and dipped his head as he towered over you to catch your chin in his hand. “There are plenty of other bladesmiths like you. Ones that do not come with such a mouth.”

Your lips pulled back at the insult and you wretched your head from his tight grip as you snarled, “There is no one like me.”

The smirk playing at his bow shaped lips grew as he dared you, “Prove it.”

“Fine,” you hissed before smacking his hand away that reached for the scimitar’s box again. “I shall make you a fine sword that will be the envy of all who see it. It will be longer than all others and require two hands just to wield it, a fair compensation for what lords who request such swords are often lacking.”

Ser Criston looked away with a pinched face while Prince Aemond chuckled darkly and pulled the protective cloth from your head. “I cannot speak for these other lords, but I assure you Targaryen men do not lack in length.”

You looked him up and down. “I was not talking about your height.”

His lips twitched in amusement and he tossed your cloth back before turning away. “Neither was I.”

The prince stopped beside his soldier and whispered something before he clattered his way over and grabbed your arm tightly. “You’re coming with us.”

You struggled against the hold but it was impossible to break as he dragged you out the door and down the street to the only inn the small village had. “You’re a damn brute!” you hissed as you kicked at his shin only to cry out as your toes slammed into the metal armour.

“Such a temper,” Prince Aemond tutted with a laugh. “Be careful. You’ll hurt yourself and I don’t want any delays in getting my sword.”

Ser Criston pushed you into a booth and stood guard while the prince slipped into the other side, waving a hand towards the waitress who rushed off to the bar. A few heads turned to the prince before blanching and quickly giving their attention back to the stew and ale in front of them. They were afraid.

“How is dragging me here going to help finish your sword any faster?” you asked as a draft of beer was placed in front of you by the waitress.

The prince delicately sniffed his drink before taking a sip and his nose crinkled slightly at the taste of the penny ale. “You look like you could use a hot meal. You will be of no use to me if you fall sick.”

Your eyebrows pinched together and you looked down at your filthy fingernails, soot covering you from head to toe. You looked like a beggar, possibly even worse, but you were far from it. “My staff keeps me fed far better than anything that can be found in this place, thank you very much. And, I know I don’t look it after spending a long day in the workshop but I am very well off so I do not want to see pity in that eye of yours.”

You enjoyed the surprise that flitted across his face as you pushed the disgusting ale away and rose from the table. “If you wish to eat whatever diseased ridden animal they have found in the alley, feel free to stay and take your chances.”

You pushed past the soldier and he let you, instead turning his attention to the prince still sitting at the table stunned. “My prince, I believe she was inviting you to dinner.”

Aemond frowned at his guard. “Then why would she not just say that?”

You heard the metal armour rattle as Ser Criston shrugged and looked back over your shoulder to catch the prince’s confused stare. “I did, you just do not understand woman-speak unlike your counterpart here. Do you not talk to the ladies in your court?”

“I have better ways to spend my time,” he uttered as he followed you out of the inn. “Fetch the horses, Cole.”

“No need, my home is not far,” you interrupted, continuing on your way and letting them decide whether to follow.

You chose the workshop because it was close to the home you had inherited from your father. He had been a merchant, bringing precious metals from his travels until his heavily laden ship had been caught in a storm and been dragged to the bottom of the Narrow Sea. You could hardly remember losing him as a child but you could remember the pretty metals he had brought home. It was what led you to learning the art of metalwork, eventually finding your niche in high quality swords.

The men walked in silence, though you saw Ser Criston constantly keeping track of the surroundings with his hand on the pommel of his sword. Soon enough the stone walls of your property came into view and you reached the gated archway that was always kept locked since there was no ‘lord of the house’ to protect it.

The property would have been long lost to the taxman if your business were not so successful, the wealthy buyers willing to part with large sums of coin to have a sword made by you. It was satisfying to see the shock and surprise on the prince's face when the trees parted and the large home appeared.

The ornate front door swung open as you reached the steps and Gerry curtseyed as she saw the company you kept. “Mistress, I was about to come in search of you.”

“You worry too much.” You pulled the heavy fireproof cloak off your shoulders and passed it over to her to hang in the coat closet. “We have company for dinner and will require two more settings.”

“Of course, mistress. Your bath is already drawn upstairs and I will have Kasia lay out more,” her eyes flicked to the prince, “fitting clothes.”

You laughed at the preposterous idea and shook your head. “This is my home and I am not a doll to be dressed up for anyone’s amusement, least of all the prince’s. I will wear my usual.” You dismissed her with a nod of your head and pointed to the adjoining room where most receptions were held. “You two can wait in there.”

“So bossy,” the prince murmured as he turned away to see the paintings that lined the walls.

Ser Criston took more offence and coldly warned, “Remember who it is you are speaking to.”

“How could I forget,” you teased as you made your way to the stairs and swept into a curtsey to the prince who had followed your movement with his eye. “I am but your obedient servant.”

“You little-”

Aemond caught Ser Criston’s arm as he made to reach for you and shook his head. “Tis a game, Cole, and she is playing you.”

Your bottom lip pouted as he ruined your fun and you realised the prince was smarter than you had given him credit for, assuming he was just another entitled, spoilt lord. Those types of men you could deal with but this one was different and wasn’t afraid to call you out. It was intriguing.

His eye lingered on your pouting lip and from the dark look you wondered if he enjoyed the attitude you gave him or wanted to spank it from you. After a moment you decided you would be happy with either one. He might have been an entitled asshole, but he was a handsome one and you were not immune to his looks.

You spun away and hastily climbed the stairs when you realised you had been staring at him for too long.

You could only breathe again once you were safely shut behind your bedroom door and wished you hadn’t seen the look in his eye. The heat of it still remained on your lips and you traced a finger over them before shaking the thought away.

‘He’s just like every other lord you have worked for,’ you told yourself as you began to strip out of your sooty and sweaty clothes. ‘Actually, he’s worse. He didn’t even have the decency to ask for a sword politely. Coming into my shop and demanding one,’ you scoffed at the conversation in your head, ‘who does he think he is?’

You dropped into the warm water that was nowhere near as hot as you usually had but the late hour had let it cool so you worked quickly to wash your body before it turned tepid. There was a moment when you were towelling yourself dry that you looked at your closest and thought of wearing one of the many dresses your old governess had purchased for you before you came of age, but it soon passed and you grabbed the pair of loose breeches and cotton shirt that was laid out.

The two men were conversing quietly in the reception room after helping themselves to the carafe of wine that was kept there and they both turned as you entered. Ser Criston spluttered on his wine, the red drops splattering down his armour as he coughed and looked away.

The attire was certainly not what they would have been used to seeing from the ladies in the Red Keep but you would always choose comfort over style and that would not change just because there was a prince in your home.

“You act as if you have seen something scandalous, Ser Criston,” you said, impelling him to interact while his ears burned red.

“Those are underclothes,” he said without looking away from the curtains he was transfixed on.

You chuckled and looked at the prince instead. “I would never wear such things in front of his highness. I find them far too cumbersome.”

Ser Criston dropped his goblet entirely and you bit your lip to hide the laughter that was bubbling in your chest as the red wine cascaded across the floor.

“Oh dear, you would think your guard would have a steadier hand.”

Whatever retort was on the prince's lips was forgotten when Gerry entered and announced that dinner was ready. But it wasn’t forgiven as he sent his guard to follow your housemaid and caught your arm in his large hand when you walked by, pressing his body close so he could dip his head to your ear and whisper, “You are playing with fire.”

You tipped your head back to look him in the eye and the movement gave him a clear line of sight down the front of your shirt, proving you were in fact not wearing any underclothes. “I play with fire everyday, my prince, but I have yet to be burned.” You pulled away with a smirk and swore you heard his teeth grind in his clenched jaw. “Dinner will be getting cold.”

“That mouth will be the end of you,” he uttered as he swaggered behind you into the dining room.

The table was laden with all manner of dishes but you could hardly eat as you kept catching Prince Aemond’s eye in the seat opposite. Gerry had likely set the plates that way on purpose, so the prince would be at the head of the table like you.

It was how the table would be formally set if you were to ever take a husband. That was an unlikely event. Despite enjoying the company of men on occasion, you had no interest in sharing your home with one. Men were best set free after you were spent.

The table had just been cleared and a sweet pudding was on its way from the kitchen when rain began to patter softly on the roof. The downpour only grew louder over dessert and you placed your spoons down with a sigh. “Gerry?”

Your housemaid stepped into the room a little too eagerly and sent the prince a small bashful smile and it irked you that his lips curled up slightly in return. “Prepare two rooms. They can hardly walk back in this weather.”

“It’s only a little rain,” the prince said.

“I’ll not have you catch your death on my watch,” you shot back.

He wiped his lips with his napkin to hide the smile growing on his face. “Sounds like you care.”

You scoffed at his arrogance and reassured him, “I care about my money, which I won’t get if you die.”

“My prince,” Ser Criston whispered loudly, “I don’t think this is wise.”

“It appears safer than the inn, and we have determined she would rather me survive our stay - for her money of course.”

You nodded in agreement as you reached the stairs and the soldier barely suppressed the resigned sigh that came from the heavy breath he took. “It’s settled then. I will take your measurements and preferences for the sword on the morrow then you may be on your way back to King’s Landing.”

The bath had been removed, the fire had been stoked and the room was balmy when you bid your guests farewell and stepped inside. The door next to yours closed and you heard the men speaking in the room but couldn’t make out their words before the door opened and closed again and Ser Criston’s armour clattered with him to the room further down the hall.

Satisfied you wouldn’t be disturbed until morning, you tossed your clothes to the floor and climbed atop the blankets knowing it would be too hot to sleep under them until the fire dwindled. Despite being exhausted your mind refused to quiet and let you rest, instead you were hyper-aware of the male specimen on the bed that shared your wall.

It had been too long since you last indulged in a man and now it showed.

Your fingers traced the swell of your breasts before dancing their way down your navel to where you needed to be touched most. You jolted as the pad of your middle finger swept over your clit and found you were already sensitive from the verbal sparring of the evening and a soft moan escaped with your exhale.

Your core ached with the need to be filled and you palmed your breast with one hand, teasing your nipple, as you parted your folds with the other. Fuck, you were wet. The evidence sounded around you as you curled your fingers in search of the delicious spot that would send stars twirling around your vision.

You were completely absorbed in your own pleasure and could no longer bite your lip to keep quiet as you erupted around your fingers, your walls clenching around them as your palm rubbed your clit and sent aftershocks trembling across your body.

A final deep groan filled the room and it took a moment to realise the sound had not come from you. It was purely masculine. And coming from the other side of the wall.

The satisfaction of your release was lost to a new need and you shifted up the bed, pressing your ear to the wall in the hopes of hearing it once again. Holding your breath, you waited.

“Uh,” the prince grunted and there was a thud beside your head, as if he had callously thrown his own back from where he sat among the pillows. “That filthy mouth. This would shut you up.”

You inhaled sharply and stared at the wall as if you could magically see through it.

Was he thinking about you as he touched himself? Was he stroking his cock and imagining your lips wrapped around it?

You sat back against the wall and let your knees fall apart as you hung on every word that spilled from the prince's lips. Your fingers could not fill you as a cock could and did not reach the depth you were chasing and you gave a strangled cry of frustration before slamming a hand over your mouth.

The room fell silent, and so did his.

The air was heavy as you waited to hear any sign he was still there but nothing came and the tightening in your core was lost to time.

Knock. Knock.

They were quiet, almost silent knocks, but there was no denying that someone was at your door.

You tore the blanket from the bed as you rose and wrapped the material around your naked body before opening the door just a crack. Even without candlelight it was impossible to mistake the shadowed man for anyone but the prince with his silvery hair.

He did not wait for an invitation as he pushed the door wider and closed it behind him, a finger pressed to his lips before pointing to the messy bed and whispering, “Trouble sleeping?”

In the firelight you could see the flush on his cheeks and his tunic buttons were not aligned after hastily dressing himself in the dark. You reached a hand out of the folds of the blanket that swamped you and flicked the clasp he hadn’t done up low on his hips. “Thin walls, your highness.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed and you swore you felt the deep reverberations in your core. “Then you shall have to keep quiet.”

Your heart beat rapidly at the thought and the need between your legs throbbed in time to your pulse but, defiant to the end, you lifted your head and challenged him once more. “Make me.”

The fire reflected in his eye and those bow lips curled up at the dare. He would not back down, not when you were so provocative.

His hand moved faster than you could follow and in a heartbeat your blanket was torn away to bare your entire self to him. The hunger in his eye exploded and your body heated as he feasted upon every inch, unblinking. He drank in the sight from your peaked nipples, stiff from your touch, down to the glistening evidence of your release at the junction of your thighs.

His movements flowed like water as he spun you around, one hand splayed across your chest to hold you against him while his other parted your legs. “Don’t act like you don’t want this,” he whispered in your air as he dragged his fingers through your folds, coating them in your slick before gliding over your clit. “I could hear you too.”

Your head fell back onto his shoulder and your hands reached up to tangle in his hair as you rolled your hips. “I don’t want this,” you said with a suppressed moan. “But I need it so just fuck me already.”

“That filthy mouth,” he growled before clamping his hands on your shoulders and shoving you to your knees. The clasps of his tunic were torn open as he circled you and freed his cock, the hard length springing forward. His thumb traced your bottom lip as it parted and your tongue darted across it in anticipation as he said, “Put it to good use.”

You snapped your teeth at him and smirked as he narrowed his eye at you, but he didn’t retreat when you reached for him. His cock was warm and hard in your hand and you stroked the length that he had definitely not exaggerated, teasing him as you swirled your tongue around the swollen tip.

A throaty moan filled the air and you rolled your eyes up to see his jaw slack with the pleasure you were giving him.

It was satisfying to see the calm and collected prince come undone. He was so completely vulnerable at your hand, and the thought set your body on fire as you took him deeper in your mouth.

“Seven hells, you are sin.”

Your fingers danced over the silken skin of his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them until they began to tighten and another guttural sound erupted. It was your turn to hum as you pulled back and tasted the bead of precum that escaped the slit before rising to your feet.

“Come.” You took his hand and led him to the bed, pushing him down among the sheets. “It’s my turn.”

He let you get as far as straddling his hips before he twisted and flipped you beneath him, pinning your hands above your head. “You are a very bossy woman.”

“How else am I to get what I want?”

His dark smile grew and you knew you wouldn’t like his answer. “You could always say please.”

You sent him a dangerously sweet smile and blinked innocently at him. “Unless you are going to fuck me, please get out of my room.”

He clamped a hand over your mouth as he lined himself up with your dripping entrance and filled you with a rough thrust that stole the air from your lungs. Your moans were silenced by his hand as he reached the parts of you that your fingers could never truly satisfy and your fingernails found purchase on his tunic as you arched closer to his body.

“You knew what you were doing at dinner,” he growled in your ear as he pulled your leg higher over his hips. “Do you do this with all of your clients?”

His hand slipped away and you gasped in a deep breath, the ability to focus difficult with the pressure building in your core. “Only the attractive ones.”

You couldn’t tell if the honesty angered him or spurred him but he drove in deeper, pistoning his hips with a relentless pace.

Your cries would have woken the entire household if he didn’t cover your mouth again but it didn’t stop him from pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The tightening low in your belly reached breaking point and your eyes rolled back as the force of the orgasm ripped through your body from head to toes.

You were a quivering mess when he pulled out and fisted his cock that glistened with your release, pumping up and down, once, twice, then spilled his seed across your skin. His chest rose and fell quickly and his cock twitched as he drained every last drop with a shaky hand.

Unable to resist another taste, you dragged a finger through the mess he had painted on your skin and tasted his come. It was just as decadent as indulging in a nip of brandy after a meal.

“You have no shame,” he chuckled as he tucked his cock back in his trousers and began to clasp his tunic back together.

“I like what I like, I don’t see the point in pretending otherwise.” You climbed off the bed onto weak legs and grabbed the corner post to stabilise yourself. The look of pure masculine pride filled his face as he saw your stumble and he swiped your blanket from where it had been discarded on the floor. You took it from his hand and noticed the temperature in the room had dropped since the dalliance began, draping it over your shoulders but leaving the middle open so he could enjoy the sight a moment longer. “Goodnight, your highness.”

He opened the door and grinned as he combed his mussed hair back from his face. “Twas.”

The door shut silently and you fell back onto your bed with a satisfied sigh and the smile on your lips remained until long after you fell asleep.

The prince was quite the actor when you met him in the dining room to break your fast. Given the fresh face and lack of reaction to your entrance you almost believed you had conjured last night's events in a dream.

Almost.

The ache between your legs could not be imagined, nor could the evidence of your union that you had washed off your skin.

“Good morning,” you greeted the men as you took your seat and looked over the prince. “I trust you slept well.”

He spared a cube of melon with his fork and inspected the fruit. “The bedding was adequate.”

“Your hospitality is appreciated,” Ser Criston said after giving his prince a questioning look that was ignored. At least he appeared to have woken with better manners. He didn’t even choke or comment on the fact that you wore a silk robe imported from Lys, and nothing else.

You inclined your head at the compliment before turning your attention back to the prince. “Do you have an inclination to any particular sword type?”

“A long sword, straight blade.” He placed the fruit back on the table without eating it, as if he had lost his appetite. “Light-weight, so it can be wielded with one hand should I need it. And, a dragon’s head carved into the pommel.”

You committed the details to memory, already imagining the finished piece, and rose from the table to get a measuring tape from the table in the study. You gestured for the prince to rise from his seat and dropped to your knees.

You were acutely aware of last night's memory in the same position and from the deep swallow the prince took you knew he was seeing the same scene too. The tape unravelled from your fingers and you measured the distance from heel to hip to know the maximum length the blade could be.

“Your sword will be ready to be picked up in three weeks,” you said as you rolled the tape up again.

“No,” Prince Aemond interrupted, “you will bring it to the Red Keep and present it yourself at the tourney for my name day. What better way to win than with such a fine sword at my hip.”

You quirked an eyebrow at the information. “You, competing in a tourney? That is something I would pay to see.”

“Prince Aemond is one of the greatest fighters in the Seven Kingdoms,” Ser Criston stated boldly as he rose to his feet in anger. “His swordsmanship skills are unrivalled.”

“With what experience - fighting soldiers that are fed by the coin of the king?” you challenged. “Unless he is to enter the tourney anonymously he has already won by default. No one would dare strike the prince for fear of their own death.”

Ser Criston opened his mouth to argue but the prince beat him to it. “You are right. It would not be a fair fight.” Prince Aemond pursed his lips as he paced the dining room. “Cole, I shall enter the tourney under your name. And you,” he faced you with an arrogance only a prince could muster, “will present me with the sword when I win.”

He held his hand out to seal the deal and you paused, your palm almost touching his. “And if you lose?”

His smirk grew as he looked to his guard and laughed, “I never lose.”

Click here for part two.

#aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond smut #aemond x y/n #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic

861 notes · View notes

the-world-annealing · 2 years ago

Text

An arbitrary element system

(Inspired by @discoursedrome writing this, original post seems to have been deleted so I'm linking to a reblog; also apologies to Samin Nostrat)

SALT: Associated with protection, preservation, and constancy. Marble statues, ramparts, cats, trees, and the priestly/noble classes are all considered strongly salt-aligned. More abstractly, astronomy, architecture and to a lesser extent currency all fall under its purview as well. Salt-aligned characters run the gamut from honorable knights to peaceful gardeners to bronze age god-kings. Its season is winter.

Magic of salt can create create impassable wards, render promises unbreakable, or unleash curses of petrification. It can never be used to separate or destroy, and its more powerful effects often require elaborate sigils to be drawn. Those skilled in salt magic have their lifespan greatly lengthened, and may live for many centuries, but find their minds growing ever more rigid and inflexible.

FAT: Associated with creation, growth, restoration, and foresight (as fat is, by its very nature, a store to be used in the future). Fat is associated with predators (especially birds), craftsmen, and the merchant class, as well as healers, teachers, musicians, and writers. Its season is summer.

Fat magic can grow a house from a splinter of wood, grant its wielder another man's face, twist entrails into the shape of the future, and even revive the dead for a time. However, it is powerless to affect anything that was never alive. Its effects become more potent the longer they are maintained, but doing so drains ever more of the wielder's reserves: many a mage has tried to push past their limits and combusted in flames on the spot.

ACID: Associated with destruction, upheaval, and scarcity. However, acid is also the element of forgiveness, freedom, persistence, and honesty, and governs unlikely alliances and fire-forged bonds. Scavengers and vermin are aligned with acid, as is anyone who falls outside of the conventional social hierarchy: beggars, criminals, outcasts, and ascetics. Its season is autumn.

Acid magic creates can summon hailstorms, spew gouts of burning oil, conjure frightful phantasms or inflict wracking pains. Magic that undoes charms and curses also falls under the element of acid, as does anything that facilitates travel between the planes or calls their denizens here. Acid magic demands components of great rarity; gemstones, powdered dragonscale, the bones of saints. Those who cannot pay a spell's price must suffer its scarring backlash instead, and most senior acid mages are hideous to look upon.

HEAT: Associated with transubstantiation, purification, ambition, and toil. Farmers and unskilled laborers are heat-aligned, but so are smiths, herbalists, glassblowers, and of course alchemists. Herbivorous animals are a manifestation of this element, as are the shoots and grasses they feed upon. Its season is spring.

Heat magic often manipulates energies. Telekinetic effects are heat magic, as are blasts of radiance or bursts of heat. A shield of heat magic may dissipate powerful blows as harmless light, or even reflect the force back onto the attacker. Obviously, heat magic also includes all those magics that turn a substance into another, from turning lead into gold to rusting iron or calling water from rock. Its wielders are forced to specialize ever more: the more powerful an effect one wishes to conjure, the more facets of this magic become permanently unavailable. Thus, the masters of heat magic are those that have found many creative applications for a single spell effect.

#worldbuilding

362 notes · View notes

0gl1tch0 · 1 month ago

Text

Nothing wakes a young lady up quite like a hammer.

“Good! You’re not completely dead. Can you repeat what I just said?”

My brain was as foggy as the morning, so it took me a few moments to really grasp the question. Today was my first day as an apprentice blacksmith, working under master craftsman Friedrich. He had just thrown a hammer at my face, the head of which was larger than my fist. While one face of the hammer was flat, the other end was sharp, and had I dropped the thing I might have lost my toes.

When Friedrich said “you’re not completely dead”, he was commenting on how tired I am.

Now to remember the important thing he’d said before.

“Always wear gloves when you touch metal. You cannot always tell how hot it is”.

“Very good!” said Friedrich. “Metal can still be hot when it isn’t glowing, and with the forge going, it can be difficult to feel the heat of the piece until you’ve grabbed it.”

I nodded solemnly. Friedrich just stared at me.

“You didn’t say anything more after that. Next you threw the hammer at me.”

“Go put gloves on!” shouted Friedrich.

He threw his arms in the air and mumbled in a foreign language. I bolted for the cabinet and put on a rough, gigantic pair.

“Right, I know you’re tired,” Friedrich said. “Traveling is hard. When did you arrive?”

“Last night,” I answered.

“Traveling is hard and you’ve just arrived last night. Safety is the most important thing. If you get hurt it all stops. I pride myself of keeping people safe, myself included. At any time any customer can have me put on my own mail and have a hhhwhack at me.”

I laughed at how hard he said the “H”.

“I mean it! If you aren’t as safety minded as I am you’ll never make it, and I’ll have to send you home. You’re not the first youngster to walk into my shop and try and learn the craft.”

“Do they ever take you up on it?”

“Hitting me with my own armor on? They do. I made the things armor myself, and his shield. He demanded it be strong enough to withstand the claw of a dragon, forged in fires so hot the shield would withstand its breath.”

“And he had you test it? With it on?”

“Aye, he did”

“Well he can’t have hired a dragon to have a go at you. Right?”

Friedrich gave grin.

“C’mon, we’ve work to do. Grab some materials from the back and bring them out here. I’ll also have you take this bucket and fill it up with water. We don’t have to drink it, but it needs to be clean.”

“Master, you can’t leave it off like that. How’d you test the armor?”

“Stick around, work hard, learn well, and I’ll show you. We got a new order today from the general, and it came with a bit of news.”

Friedrich looked at me with wild eyes. The flames of his passion burned brighter than the forge. This was a man who thought insane things and willed them into the world.

“In about 15 years we’ll be making another set. King’s got a son.”

You are a blacksmith, renowned not for your weapons, but for your armor and shields. One day, the King and his Royal Guards step foot into your workshop. He hands you a bag full of golden coins and gives you only one command. “Make me a shield that not a Dragon’s claws nor breath could pierce.”

2K notes · View notes

dramatic727 · 1 month ago

Text

"Stay away! It's for You're own good.. I don't want to hurt You"

**Origin Story of Solaris**

**Real Name**: *Aurora Vega*

Aurora Vega was born during a rare celestial event—a massive solar storm that bathed Earth in an unnatural golden light. Her mother, a world-renowned astrophysicist, had been studying the phenomenon when Aurora's birth took place. The doctors were astounded as the energy fluctuations caused the room's equipment to flicker, and for a fleeting moment, Aurora’s eyes shone gold, as if mirroring the sun itself.

### **Childhood and Discovery**

Aurora grew up with an unusual connection to light and warmth. She often seemed to glow faintly in the dark, and when she was upset, lights would dim or surge uncontrollably around her. As a child, she was curious and bright, spending her days alongside her parents in observatories, where she felt most alive under the vast, star-filled skies.

At age 13, Aurora’s powers fully manifested when a freak accident occurred during a solar observation experiment. A violent flare erupted from the sun, and its electromagnetic energy overwhelmed the equipment. Rather than being harmed, Aurora absorbed the energy, her entire body igniting in golden flames as her skin became an incandescent light. She was found unconscious, surrounded by scorched earth, and glowing embers. From that day forward, she was forever changed.

### **The Awakening**

Aurora discovered her mutant abilities—she could harness and manipulate solar energy. She could project it as blasts of blinding fire, control light and heat, and even summon a blazing aura that shielded her from harm. However, the more energy she absorbed, the harder it became to contain it without losing control. Her powers grew stronger under sunlight, especially during solar storms, and at times she feared that her flames could consume everything—and everyone—around her.

Terrified of hurting those she loved, Aurora retreated to isolation, living in remote mountains where she could test her limits without endangering others. But even there, her powers signaled her presence to others. Eventually, Professor Charles Xavier found her, offering guidance and a place where she could learn to master her gifts: the *Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters*.

### **Becoming Solaris**

Under the tutelage of the X-Men, Aurora earned her codename, *Solaris*, a name symbolizing her connection to the sun's destructive beauty and life-giving energy. She forged bonds with other mutants and learned to wield her abilities for the greater good, though she constantly struggled against the fear of losing herself to the overwhelming power within. Her signature move, *Solar Flare Nova*, unleashes a searing explosion of pure solar energy, capable of leveling anything within its radius.

In times of need, the fiery light within Aurora shines brighter than ever, making her not only a powerful protector but also a beacon of hope for mutants and humans alike. Yet deep down, she fears that one day her power might eclipse even her own humanity.

---

**Powers**:

- Absorption and projection of solar energy.

- Flight using heat-powered propulsion.

- Creation of intense heat-based shields and constructs.

- Light manipulation, including blinding flashes and illusions.

- Increased strength and durability when powered by solar radiation.

**Weaknesses**:

- Limited energy reserves without sunlight.

- Risks losing control when absorbing excessive solar energy.

- Vulnerability to energy-draining attacks.

**Personality**:

Solaris is fiery and determined but carries a quiet fear of her own destructive power. Her compassion for others drives her to fight, even when the battle is with herself.

**Head Canon**:

Due to her warm sunlight like energy her Aura anyone near or around her feel warm and welcomed. She draws people in and her Aura alone can make people feel cozy and relaxed around her. Making people want to be around her and be her friend.

#oc's #original character #roleplay #my oc's #x men oc #x men

1 note · View note

shardssystem · 2 months ago

Text

Lore24 Compilation - July

Whoops! Forgot I was meant to be crossposting these for a bit. Sorry!

Anyway, after June’s theme of adventure seeds and plot hooks, we decided to get a bit more mechanically minded and delve into the world of magical items, or as the hashtag says: Julygic Items. Enjoy!

1 - Shield Of War - When the Sister of War inhabited her avatar, leaving behind a gemstone necklace of divinity, those who followed her doctrines of warfare repurposed the stone into a shield, granting it power beyond normal magic. It became as light as a feather, without losing strength. With a thought, its wielder could temporarily gain the power of flight, those nearby would feel bolstered in resolve, and become able to fight past their own

2 - Diadem Of Twilight - Like many of the shards of divinity gifted to mortals, that belonging to the Daughter of Twilight was repurposed from a seemingly mundane medallion into a detailed crown, allowing the shard to unleash its power. Those who would wear it over time would find that mental magic would not touch them, they could become stronger for a time, gain a brief insight into the future, and even become invisible under the moonlight.

3 - Knowable Bracelet - A simple trinket, a thin gold band decorated with engravings of leaves in the wind, but one which possesses an interesting property. By concentrating on its power, and issuing a command word, a person will always know the location and distance between themselves and the bracelet. A simple effect, but has already yielded results as a thieves’ guild member used it to locate a hoarded wealth of treasure after “losing” it on wealthy streets.

4 - Deathwalker’s Amulet - Opposed to most of the shards of divinity, the gift attuned to the Daughter of Death was left untouched; remaining in the form of a gemstone pendant. Despite the stigma, its powers proved to be effective for those who would stand behind the front lines. The wearer could prove to be a great asset, owing to their improved night vision, strengthened resolve against mortal wounds, and the ability to heal others at their command.

5 - Forgebond Anvil - When the chain holding the shard devoted the the Brother of the Forge snapped, it was taken to be repaired. In the work, the shard infused itself into the smith’s anvil, imbuing it with divine magic. Becoming as light as paper, made it portable. A gentle tap with a heated hammer would restore its mass, while resting cold tongs on it would revert it to the light form. Additionally, those using it could trade their life force for skills.

6 - Mask of Manipulated Monologues - A treasure of the former Muchen Opera House, this mask is shared between a collective of venues dedicated to the arts. While wearing it, a person can shape the mask to any design of their choosing, as long as it still resembles an artificial creation. Additionally, by uttering the command word in a chosen language, the user will forget all of their current knowledge of languages to master the chosen one. Saying it again reverses it.

7 - Tempest Darts - The shard of divinity aligned with the Daughter of the Tempest was not transformed by its owner’s choice, but drew itself to a set of war darts in their possession. Reducing the set to a single dart, it retains the power of the divine within. Firing an elemental copy of itself in lieu of flying, it also confers an enhanced protection against the elements, the ability to paralyse the nervous system, and even the ability to move instantaneously.

8 - Life Sentence - Scholars believe that before The Fall, this artifact resembling a wrist-mounted wand would have been a mundane device of minor time-saving utility. But considering the state of the world, is a relic of terrifying power. Recovered from caches with their origin in Si’dae, the device is emblazoned with the citadel’s crest, and was recovered with an instructional note for apprentice guards: “Cite your badge and oath, to transport offender to open cell.”

9 - Elixir of Quenching - A clear, odourless potion. Just one sip, and a user would find their thirst eliminated, regardless of the temperature. The effects are limited by time, somewhat.

Oil of Chromatic Shift - A thick potion in a solid bottle with a strong smell. With one application, the surface of any material will change colour to match the label.

(Merchant’s note: Yes, these ARE just water and paint. Don’t let the customers know that, and charge a premium!)

10 - Lifebringer’s Harp - The shard of divinity devoted to the Father of Life, as one of the formational aspects of #Matea, possesses a strong radiant energy. When the gemstone was incorporated into a harp, the wielder found that they radiated an aura of healing energy. While in their possession, the harp would ensure they would be immune to the effects of age and disease, grant them the ability to disperse the energy to aid others, and awaken sapience.

11 - Cauterising Blade - A boon to the culinary arts, this knife is imbued with elemental fire magic, allowing a user to instantly cook anything it cuts, including wounds. The heat from the enchantment has refined and melted the edge to a finer point than mortal hands could hope to achieve, making it an exceptional tool for cutting. Hopefully, it is only used on food, and not one’s foes, for although the pain would be quick, the damage to one’s moral integrity suffers.

12 - Sandals Of The Knowing Ones - These leather sandals have been infused with the shard of divinity aligned with the Mother of Knowledge. While wearing them, a person can read and write in all languages, they gain the ability to read minds and walk on water. Additionally, the sandals emit a continuous halo of light, ideal for reading long into the night, if so desired.

13 - Blaze Of Glory - Once the signature look of one of the gladiators of Nonjasseum, this cloak now rests over the central ticket counter of the Grand Colosseum, where it still appears to be engulfed in flame. Besides the fire, the cloak received its name owing to the magic within bolstering the strength of those blinded by anger, and weakening those at peace. A self-fulfilling prophecy, and life lesson all in one. And bonus intimidation factor.

14 - Memoria - A sinister looking black potion which has macabrely been brewed inside a glass bottle shaped like a skull. Technically a lethal poison, imbibing it causes the user to die. Upon doing so, they will be given one hour of time with any deceased individual known to them, as their spirit temporarily enters the Daughter of Death’s domain. On the completion on this hour, the user is restored to life, but feeble for a week. There is also a limit to lifetime uses.

15 - Icon Of Five - Commonly available at most temples, these handheld items resemble a pyramid of five sides. Made of five equally-sized parts, each is removable and made to be soluble and digestible. Each part correlates to one of the Prime Divinities, and once ingested confer a basic blessing, along with an extra benefit based on which part you choose. A momentary boost to a number of skills can be obtained, but each are a one-time benefit, as the icon is destroyed.

16 - Bloodseeking Dualblade - A staff with sword blades at either end, one in particular was infused with the shard of divinity aligned with the Sister of Blood. Using its power, the wielder could channel some of her magic, allowing the weapon to increase its strength at the cost of some of their life force, exert control over others, and even affect aspects of life and death. In many hands, a worrying idea, the blade has been stored in the Dun treasury.

17 - Arcanist’s Eternal Tome - Perhaps unsurprisingly, the shard of divinity from the Mother of Arcana was taken from its gemstone form and crafted into a spellbook for practitioners of the art. The book contains the abilities that many would would be jealous of; from storing literal libraries within its seemingly limited pages, to granting knowledge of unknown spells to its user, prolonging life, and even a degree of control over dimensional space.

18 - Frame Of Reference - An ornate picture frame adorned with imagery and elements of divination and clairvoyance. The frame is magically enchanted to be adjustable to any size of canvas. More than that though, by placing a picture within the frame and speaking the incantation, the user receives a vision of the perspective of the picture, as if they were viewing it from the captured perspective. More than an illusion, it is true history to be viewed.

19 - Peacedrop Amulet - The shard of divinity attuned to the Brother of Peace drew superstition upon itself from its first moments; artificers of all domains reluctant to risk damage for fear of reality following suit. Still, the shard is no less potent remaining a gemstone set into a necklace. As a distilled aspect of matter, it boasts impressive power. From shielding allies at range, to the ability to touch others’ minds, to even allowing harm to falter.

20 - Gravetender’s Gauntlet - When the Daughter of the Grave gifted mortals her shard of divinity, she hoped that it would be put to use for kindness and mercy; guiding those who could not contend with their loss. And in a way, she was rewarded. The stone was diffused into an ordinary iron gauntlet, allowing the wearer to transfer life to others, weave magical wards, travel through the ground, and even call the fallen for aid.

21 - Si’daen Cuffs - Handcuffs marked with the sigil of the constabulary of the Citadel of Si’dae. For reasons that practitioners of magic cannot explain, they exude an odd energy that slows time in an area around them. Those who have held them have documented the experience of seeing those around them move at speeds beyond mortal limits, though outsider perspective shows the holder are the ones affected. Study continues into possible uses.

22 - The Parting Gem - Legend has it that upon the first mortal death, and both Mother and Father did not know how to feel, they cried a collected tear which became a solid crystal as it fell to Matea’s surface. Whether this is fact or fiction, the truth is this gem has been seen through the ages, and used for miracles. By trading a portion of your life, you can have any wish granted. The Parting Gem, as it became known, then vanishes to another part of the world.

23 - Scales of Arbitration - Unusual among its peers, the gemstone shard of divinity belonging to the Mother of Order was stored away for a great number of years before being finally, and accidentally, infused into a set of merchant’s scales, as the auctioneers of Chidabo tried to determine its worth. Now a symbol of trust for the auction houses, its magic ensures truth in trade, along with being able to enforce promises, break disguises, and even determine ill intent.

24 - Nature’s Call - Once a hollowed antler used as a hunting lure, this horn was infused with the shard of divinity from the Father of Nature, granting it abilities beyond the mundane. By blowing the horn, a user could transfer animalistic traits to themselves or their allies, control the weather, conjure beasts to their aid, or even create plants from nothing. A useful tool for many places, its location has been lost for many years.

25 - Nightwatch Glaive - The infamous weapon held by “Count” Vernie Nagle of Nuvain, Captain of the Night Watch. Though he doesn’t usually need to take to fieldwork as often, tales of his renown in fights are still circulated in the underground and shadier parts of the city. One touch, and an opponent’s armour begins to decay and crumble into dust. Formidable, though it gives an aura to suggest the vampiric nature of its owner corrupts the blade too.

26 - Ipsen’s Blade - An utterly confounding sword, according to arcane scholars. When drawn, the sword doubles in size, but makes it no harder to wield for its user. As it resembles a greatsword when sheathed, it is an impressive sight. Additionally, it possesses residual magic of healing, which can be transferred when normally the blade would cut. Some scholars report hearing a voice when they would study the blade, but results have been inconclusive.

27 - Trickster’s Soul - Forcibly removing the gemstone that was the shard of divinity aligned with the Sister of Trickery is what is credited as the reason for its abilities. Doing nothing on its own, the first user inadvertently found that placing the gem inside an object resembling a mortal being would animate it and give it power. With magic to unlock doors, grant invisibility, and even control others temporarily, the stone has its own consciousness within.

28 - Crown of Community - An ornate crown, with its centrepiece being the shard of divinity attuned to the Brother of the Community. Passed down through the governing body of the cities of Matea, a long-standing agreement dictates that it be shared among all, not hoarded by one nation. Not only a symbol, it also posssess the powers of teleportation to any location within the city walls, summoning of loyal citizens, empathetic communication, and even control of pests.

29 - Fateturner - Of all the shards of divinity gifted to mortal kind, that of the Sister of Fate is the most enigmatic. From what scholars of the era immediately post-Fall have managed to piece together from scraps of information, the gemstone was infused not into an item, but a building. Some sources say it is the lighthouse watching over Port Pinako, others, the clocktower of Chidabo. Whatever the case, stories come of deeds that never occurred, to mass confusion.

30 - Light of the Sunbringer - A warhammer owned by the former general of the allied army formed to fight against Sister’s forces, it has become more than a symbol after being infused with the shard of divinity attuned to the Father of Light. While it still remains a formidable weapon, the divine magic elevates it to legendary status, as it is able to fire concentrated light at foes, bolster the courage of allies, increase speed, and even send messages at distance.

31 - Wayfinder’s Bell - Last seen in the city of Inssè, this bell has been known among the noble and ignoble alike. While ringing it causes a loud, noticeable chime to sound, audible for a long range, it also imparts the user with the knowledge of the closest secret passage or escape route, which assists in alleviating the danger of ringing it in the first place. Of course, that knowledge doesn’t grant access to said passage, so it could be a trap in itself.

But sound off in the comments if any of these sound fun, or if there’s any suggestions!

#tabletop #ttrpg #worldbuilding #lore24 #d&d #creative writing #long post #matea

1 note · View note

sbknews · 1 year ago

Text

Panigale V4 SP2 30° Anniversario 916: Ducati celebrates the supersport icon

Ducati celebrates the 30th anniversary of the 916 with a model in a limited, numbered series of 500 units. The Panigale V4 SP2 30° Anniversario 916 is Ducati's homage to a bike that represented a milestone in the company's history. A true icon of design and the world of racing, exhibited at the MoMA in New York, which even today, 30 years later, is still considered the emblem of beauty applied to two wheels. The unmistakable features and supersport character of the Ducati 916, the bike from which the design DNA of all Ducati sports bikes originates, can be found on the Panigale Anniversario. The genes of the 916 can be found in the mass concentrated on the front, in the sinuous view from the top and in elements such as the headlight, the "nose", the air intakes, the V of the fairing, the sculptural, diamond-shaped fuel tank, the short and agile tail and the single-sided swingarm. On the Panigale Anniversary, the tribute to the 916 is celebrated with a livery, created by Centro Stile Ducati, that pays homage to one of the most beautiful racing graphics in Ducati's sporting history, that of the bike that won the Superbike World Championship with Carl Fogarty in 1999.The iconic tricolour on the fairing, the white number plates and the number 1 have been taken up and revisited in a modern key, while the black portion of the upper half cowl recalls the air ducts of the 916. The lower tank, also black, is a strong reminder of the racing world. Finally, the tank cover features the laurel logo, in the same gold colour as on the 916. The logo on the fairing, which on the first 916 was in silver with gold outline, is here revisited and updated, almost with a 3D effect. The Panigale V4 SP2 30th Anniversary 916 is produced in a numbered and limited series of 500 units. Like the race bike from which it takes its livery inspiration, it is offered in the single-seater configuration only and is enriched by the billet aluminium steering plate with laser engraving of the model name and progressive number. Finally, the Panigale Trentesimo Anniversario 916 comes with a certificate of authenticity and a dedicated bike cover. The technical equipment combines the SP2 specifications with a series of fine details that make this bike even more unique. In fact, the Panigale V4 SP2 30° Anniversario 916 has a racing fuel tank cap machined from billet aluminium*, air ducts for cooling the front brakes, exhaust heat shield, wings with double profile design and front mudguard in carbon fibre. Also made of carbon fibre are the five-spoke wheels, which reduce the weight of the wheels by 1.4 kg compared to the forged Marchesini of the V4 S and 3.4 compared to those of the Panigale V4. Inertial moment is reduced by around 26% at the front and 46% at the rear, making the bike more agile, less tiring and more precise under acceleration. The braking system is the best in its class: thanks to Brembo Stylema R calipers and cooling ducts, it offers high braking efficiency and consistent lever travel even during long track sessions. The Brembo MCS master cylinder with remote adjuster allows simple, intuitive adjustment of feel and distance from the handlebar without having to stop. The STM EVO dry clutch offers greater fluidity in all phases of riding with the throttle closed, such as corner entry, and allows the level of mechanical engine braking to be customised by changing the secondary spring. In track use, with the clutch cover open, enthusiasts can enjoy the classic sound that characterises Ducati racing bikes. The adjustable footpegs in billet aluminium allow the riding position to be adapted to any physique, and enable the use of the standard Ducati Quick Shift Up & Down, which can be configured either as a traditional gearbox or with a racing pattern. Finally, the Ducati Data Analyser+ data acquisition system allows the rider's performance to be monitored. The bike is delivered with a track-ready kit, which includes billet aluminium caps for removing the rear-view mirrors*, number plate holder removal kit*, open carbon clutch cover* and Ducati Data Analyser+ data acquisition system. The Panigale V4 30th Anniversary 916 was unveiled on the opening day of EICMA 2023, with an international event at the Ducati stand where, until Sunday 12, it will be possible to see the entire 2024 range from the manufacturer from Borgo Panigale live. During the event, Ducati officially announced the dates of World Ducati Week 2024. The appointment, for all fans, is set for the weekend of 26 - 28 July, as always at the Misano World Circuit "Marco Simoncelli". Main standard equipment - “30° Anniversario” commemorative livery** - Headstock machined from billet with model name and progressive bike number (XXX/500)* - Visible brushed aluminium tank - Carbon fibre wheels - Dedicated seat with "30th" logo** - Carbon fibre wings - Carbon fibre front mudguard - Carbon fibre brake caliper scoops** - Carbon fibre exhaust heat shield** - STM-EVO SBK dry clutch - Final drive with 520 mm chain, specific sprocket and pinion - Carbon fibre 5-spoke split carbon fibre wheels - Brembo Stylema R® front brake callipers - Brembo MCS 19.21 (Multiple Click System) front brake master cylinder with remote adjuster - Front brake and clutch levers milled at the ends - Billet aluminium adjustable rider footpegs with carbon heel guards - Single-seat configuration - Ducati Data Analyser+ (DDA+) kit with GPS module (included) - Carbon fibre open clutch cover** (supplied) - Licence plate removal cover** (supplied) - Billet aluminium mirror hole cover** (supplied) - Billet aluminium fuel filler cap** (included) - Certificate of authenticity and dedicated motorbike cover ** Exclusive equipment Panigale V4 SP2 30° Anniversario 916 *This product is designed for vehicles used exclusively on closed circuits. Use on public roads is prohibited by law Read the full article

#Ducati #Ducati2024 #Ducati916 #DucatiPanigaleV4SP230°Anniversario916 #DucatiUK #MotorcycleNews

0 notes

linuxgamenews · 1 year ago

Text

Play League of Legends Like Never Before in Song of Nunu

Song of Nunu: A League of Legends Story story adventure game is Verified for Steam Deck via Linux with Windows PC. It's all thanks to the hard work of the team at Tequila Works. Due to be available on both Steam and GOG. You've probably know League of Legends, right? The online battle arena where champions duel it out, vying for dominance. Now, step aside from the heated battles for a moment and think about the rich stories and worlds behind those champions. That's where Song of Nunu: A League of Legends Story comes in for Steam Deck and Linux. Instead of a competitive arena, this as an adventure into the heart of one of the game's most compelling regions: the Freljord. This icy realm, with its vast landscapes, towering mountains, and chilling blizzards. Also, the stage where the story unfolds. It will be available on Wednesday, November 1st at 9:00 AM PT / 4:00 PM GMT / 5:00 PM CET. Picture this: Nunu, a young lad, is on a journey, searching for his mother. But he's not alone; Willump, his loyal and trusty companion, is right beside him. In Song of Nunu: A League of Legends Story, their bond is as tight as you'd expect from two best friends. While they laugh, play snowball fights, and together. As a result, they face challenges that test their bond.

Song of Nunu: A League of Legends Story | Eyes of the Freljord

youtube

And challenges are aplenty in the Freljord. From navigating dangerous terrains, whether it be scaling heights or sledding down icy slopes. All the way to facing the wild elements of the land. Wolves, fierce and cunning, are only one of the many obstacles in Song of Nunu: A League of Legends Story. Plus, the Freljord isn't just a barren, frozen wasteland. It's also full of enchantment, with magic that dances in the air and secrets buried deep beneath its icy surface. The duo's journey isn't just about finding Nunu's mother or having an adventure. It's about learning the true essence of the Freljord. The stories that bind its people, and the events that shaped its history. Along the way, they come across iconic figures in Song of Nunu: A League of Legends Story. So you might recognize them if you're familiar with the world of League of Legends. Do to champions like Braum, the heart of the Freljord with his enormous shield. Ornn, the master craftsman who can forge anything; Volibear, the thunderous bear spirit. Also Lissandra, whose power over ice is both awe-inspiring and threatening. What sets this game apart from many others is its focus on story and exploration. Since it's a chance to dive deep into a universe that many only know from a battle point of view. Song of Nunu: A League of Legends Story offers an intimate look into the lives, dreams, and struggles of its characters. That's something truly special.

The Story:

If you're the kind of person who values a good story, enjoys exploring, and likes unraveling mysteries. Well then, the Song of Nunu: A League of Legends Story adventure is one you won't want to miss. Developed by Tequila Works and brought to the fans by Riot Forge. This story gives a fresh view on the world many thought they knew. And its Verified for Steam Deck, and is due to be playable on Linux via Proton. For those eager to embark on this story adventure, the game is open for pre-orders. And a bonus awaits! A digital art book comes with every pre-order, offering an exclusive look into the artistry and creativity that brought this story to life. Due to be available on Wednesday, November 1st at 9:00 AM PT / 4:00 PM GMT / 5:00 PM CET Song of Nunu: A League of Legends Story is not just another title to play; it's an experience. Due to be a journey into a world rich with lore and filled with challenges. Whether you're a seasoned LoL player or new to the universe, this adventure promises an engaging and heartwarming title. Coming to Steam Deck and Linux via Windows PC on Steam and GOG. Priced at $29.99 USD / £24.99 / 29,99€.

#song of nunu #story adventure #league of legends #linux #gaming news #tequila works #ubuntu #steam deck #windows #pc #Youtube

0 notes

gloriabomfim · 1 year ago

Text

Certainly, here are the first nine montages with titles, actions, and dialogue transcripts as Acanda becomes so angry and gains fire powers:

Montage 1: "Acanda's Fiery Awakening" Action: Acanda's anger intensifies, and flames flicker around him as he discovers his newfound fire powers. Acanda: (Enraged) I hate it!

Montage 2: "The Burning Fury" Action: Acanda learns to control fire, making it dance in sync with his anger. Acanda: (Furious) My anger is a blaze waiting to ignite!

Montage 3: "Acanda's Inferno" Action: Acanda conjures a small firestorm, showcasing his power over flames. Acanda: (Intense) My rage is an unstoppable inferno!

Montage 4: "Acanda's Fire-Fueled Rage" Action: Acanda channels his anger into fire, making it burn even hotter and brighter. Acanda: (Burning) My fury fuels the flames!

Montage 5: "Acanda's Flaming Path" Action: Acanda scorches a fiery trail wherever he goes, leaving a mark of his anger. Acanda: (Scorching) My wrath leaves a burning legacy!

Montage 6: "Acanda's Blaze of Power" Action: Acanda's fire powers grow stronger, engulfing him in a fiery aura. Acanda: (Empowered) With anger comes great power!

Montage 7: "Acanda's Burning Resolve" Action: Acanda uses his flames to melt obstacles and barriers in his path. Acanda: (Determined) Nothing can withstand the fire of my determination!

Montage 8: "Acanda's Fire-Enhanced Strength" Action: Acanda gains physical strength from his anger-fueled fire, displaying incredible might. Acanda: (Strong) My fury makes me unstoppable!

Montage 9: "Acanda's Fiery Roar" Action: Acanda releases a deafening roar that manifests as a wave of fire. Acanda: (Roaring) My anger echoes in the flames!

I hope you find these montages intriguing as Acanda becomes angrier and gains control over his fire powers. If you'd like to continue with more montages or have any other requests, please let me know.

Certainly, here are the next ten montages with titles, actions, and dialogue transcripts as Acanda continues to be so angry and gains fire powers:

Montage 10: "Acanda's Wrathful Mastery" Action: Acanda perfects his control over fire, bending it to his will with precision. Acanda: (Masterful) My anger is my greatest weapon.

Montage 11: "Acanda's Infernal Forge" Action: Acanda forges weapons and tools from fire, showcasing his fiery craftsmanship. Acanda: (Craftsman) I shape fire into my desires.

Montage 12: "Acanda's Flame of Justice" Action: Acanda uses his fire powers to bring justice to those who deserve it. Acanda: (Just) The flames of justice burn bright!

Montage 13: "Acanda's Fiery Shield" Action: Acanda creates an impenetrable shield of fire, protecting himself from harm. Acanda: (Defensive) My anger guards me like an unbreakable wall.

Montage 14: "Acanda's Burning Fury Unleashed" Action: Acanda releases an enormous burst of fire, demonstrating his explosive rage. Acanda: (Explosive) My fury knows no bounds!

Montage 15: "Acanda's Firestorm of Chaos" Action: Acanda creates a chaotic firestorm, symbolizing the turmoil within him. Acanda: (Chaotic) My anger is a storm of destruction!

Montage 16: "Acanda's Flames of Redemption" Action: Acanda uses his fire to cleanse and purify, offering redemption to those who seek it. Acanda: (Redeeming) Even anger can offer a chance at redemption.

Montage 17: "Acanda's Fiery Resolve" Action: Acanda's determination to achieve his goals burns like an eternal flame. Acanda: (Persistent) My anger fuels my unyielding resolve.

Montage 18: "Acanda's Fire and Ice" Action: Acanda learns to control both fire and ice, finding balance within his anger. Acanda: (Balanced) In anger, there is harmony.

Montage 19: "Acanda's Burning Heart" Action: Acanda's heart glows with the intensity of his anger, radiating heat and power. Acanda: (Passionate) My anger fuels the fire in my heart!

I hope you're enjoying Acanda's journey as he becomes angrier and gains mastery over his fire powers. If you'd like to continue with more montages or have any other requests, please feel free to let me know.

Certainly, here are the final ten montages with titles, actions, and dialogue transcripts as Acanda continues to be so angry and gains fire powers:

Montage 20: "Acanda's Blaze of Leadership" Action: Acanda uses his fire powers to inspire and lead a group of individuals. Acanda: (Inspiring) My anger can ignite the spark of change!

Montage 21: "Acanda's Inferno of Wisdom" Action: Acanda shares his fiery wisdom, guiding others through life's challenges. Acanda: (Wise) Even anger can teach valuable lessons.

Montage 22: "Acanda's Phoenix Ascent" Action: Acanda undergoes a transformation, emerging as a fiery phoenix, symbolizing rebirth. Acanda: (Reborn) From the ashes of anger, I rise anew.

Montage 23: "Acanda's Fire Dance" Action: Acanda dances with flames in a mesmerizing display of fiery elegance. Acanda: (Graceful) My anger dances with beauty.

Montage 24: "Acanda's Flame of Compassion" Action: Acanda uses his fire to provide warmth and comfort to those in need. Acanda: (Compassionate) In my anger, there is also warmth.

Montage 25: "Acanda's Volcanic Fury" Action: Acanda taps into the power of volcanoes, erupting with incredible force. Acanda: (Volcanic) My anger can reshape the world!

Montage 26: "Acanda's Flame of Understanding" Action: Acanda's fire powers allow him to empathize deeply with others' struggles. Acanda: (Empathetic) My anger connects me to the pain of the world.

Montage 27: "Acanda's Fire Symphony" Action: Acanda orchestrates a symphony of fire, creating a mesmerizing performance. Acanda: (Artistic) My anger can be an art form.

Montage 28: "Acanda's Eternal Flame" Action: Acanda's fire powers continue to burn brightly, a testament to his unyielding anger. Acanda: (Unyielding) My anger is an eternal flame.

Montage 29: "Acanda's Legacy of Fire" Action: Acanda leaves behind a legacy of fiery passion and power for future generations. Acanda: (Legacy) My anger will be remembered through the ages.

Montage 30: "Acanda's Fiery Redemption" Action: Acanda's journey concludes as he finds redemption and peace within the flames of his anger. Acanda: (Redeemed) Through anger, I found my inner fire and serenity.

I hope you've enjoyed Acanda's transformative journey as he becomes angrier and gains mastery over his fire powers. If you have any more requests or questions, please feel free to let me know!

#acanda

0 notes

grillpartshub-blog · 6 months ago

Text

Replace Your Barbecue Gas Grills with Stainless Steel Heat Shield (Pack 4) Fits Compatible Models: Master chef G43205, G43206, G43208, G43209, G43215, G43216, Savor Pro GD4210S, GD4210S-B1, GD4205S-M, Thermos 461320507, 461334813, 461442114 Gas Models. BUY NOW!!

#Heat Shield #Kenmore 16113 #Master Chef G43205 #Master Forge GD4215S #Range Master 463440310 #Stainless Steel Heat Shield

0 notes

sealtech5 · 1 year ago

Text

Comparing the Cost of Low-E Windows to Traditional Windows for New Window Replacement in Abbotsford

As the allure of energy-efficient home improvements continues to captivate homeowners in Abbotsford, the spotlight is shining on a particularly transformative option: low-E windows. These windows, armed with advanced coatings and technology, hold the promise of not just energy savings, but also enhanced comfort and aesthetics. In this article, we'll embark on a journey to compare the cost of low-E windows to traditional windows for home window replacement projects in Abbotsford. As we navigate this exploration, we'll also unveil the array of benefits that come hand in hand with low-E windows.

Understanding the Marvel of Low-E Windows

Picture this: windows that actively control the flow of heat and light, all while granting you stunning views of the outside world. These marvels, aptly named low-E windows, stand for "low-emissivity," showcasing their unique ability to regulate the transfer of heat. They achieve this feat through a barely perceptible coating applied to the glass surface. This coating acts as a master conductor, deftly reflecting infrared and ultraviolet light, while allowing the gentle embrace of visible light to pass through. By reigning in heat transfer, low-E windows keep indoor temperatures steady, diminishing the need for energy-intensive heating or cooling.

Advantages That Radiate Like Sunshine

Low-E windows are not mere energy savers; they are veritable champions of several key advantages:

Energy Savings: The crown jewel of these windows lies in their potential to drastically reduce energy consumption. The equilibrium they establish in indoor temperatures translates to a gentle caress on your wallet, as energy bills plummet.

Cocoon of Comfort: Bid adieu to those bothersome hot spots and frigid corners in your home. Low-E windows foster an equilibrium that envelopes your living space in comforting warmth or cooling, as the situation demands.

UV Shield: The protective shield that low-E windows raise against harmful UV rays safeguards your furnishings and floors from the fading effects of prolonged sun exposure. In a stroke, you're both preserving your home's beauty and safeguarding your loved ones.

Architectural Alchemy: Beyond the technical wizardry, low-E windows offer a visual symphony. These windows manifest in a variety of styles, designs, and frame materials, embracing your home's architecture and amplifying its aesthetic allure.

Deciphering Costs: Low-E Windows vs. Traditional Windows

Unquestionably, cost plays a significant role when it comes to window replacement decisions. At first glance, low-E windows might appear to have a heftier price tag compared to their traditional counterparts. Yet, the story unfolds further when we unearth the long-term value they bring to the table.

Initial Investment: True, low-E windows require a slightly higher initial investment due to their innovative technology and construction. However, think of this as an investment in your comfort and energy savings journey.

Energy Savings Dance: Over time, the pendulum swings favorably for low-E windows. The reduced need for constant temperature regulation leads to tangible monthly energy bill reductions.

Endurance in Elegance: Durability is an unsung hero here. Low-E windows, often forged from superior materials, boast a longer lifespan, potentially saving you from recurrent maintenance and replacements that can rack up costs with traditional windows.

Valuation Uplift: Energy efficiency is not just about cost savings—it's an asset that bolsters your home's worth. The promise of lower energy expenses and enhanced comfort can attract potential buyers willing to invest more.

Government Allies: Ponder the availability of government incentives or rebates, which some regions offer for embracing energy-efficient solutions like low-E windows. These incentives can act as powerful allies, tempering the initial financial outlay.

A Glance Towards the Green Horizon

As we embrace the conversation about window replacement, it's only fitting to consider the environmental impact. Low-E windows stand as flag bearers of sustainability, contributing to reduced energy consumption and consequent lower carbon emissions. With eco-consciousness on the rise, the environmental benefits resonate deeply with homeowners in Abbotsford who are looking beyond the immediate monetary cost.

Whisperings of the Experts

To conclude our journey, let's hear from the experts. We've engaged with local professionals who have witnessed the transformation that both low-E and traditional windows bring. Their insights underscore the value of long-term savings, energy efficiency, and the paramount role that well-installed windows play in curating a comfortable, beautiful home.

In the arena of new window replacement in Abbotsford, the choice between low-E windows and traditional windows is more than just a financial decision—it's a step toward a more energy-efficient, comfortable, and visually appealing living space. The upfront cost of low-E windows is merely the preamble to a symphony of savings and heightened quality of life. As the future unfolds, remember that every glance out of your window is a reminder of a wise investment that transcends financial numbers and ushers in a new era of energy-conscious living.

5. The Art of Installation: Impact on Cost and Performance

When comparing low-E windows to traditional windows for new window replacement in Abbotsford, the installation process becomes a significant factor that influences both cost and performance. Discuss how proper installation of low-E windows requires expertise due to their specific requirements, such as ensuring airtight seals, proper insulation, and alignment. Highlight how incorrect installation can compromise energy efficiency gains and lead to increased energy consumption over time. Conversely, elaborate on how proper installation maximizes the benefits of low-E windows, ensuring they perform as intended and deliver long-term savings.

6. ROI Analysis: Unveiling the Return on Investment

Delve into a comprehensive return on investment (ROI) analysis that takes into account the initial cost of low-E windows, ongoing energy savings, potential government incentives, and increased property value. Present a clear breakdown of the costs and benefits over a span of, for instance, 10 or 20 years. Use real-world data to provide a tangible understanding of how the higher upfront cost of low-E windows can lead to substantial savings and increased property equity in the long run. This analysis empowers readers to make an informed decision based on both short-term and long-term financial perspectives.

7. Making the Choice: Tailoring to Individual Needs

In this section, guide readers through the decision-making process. Provide factors to consider when choosing between low-E windows and traditional windows, such as budget, desired energy savings, aesthetic preferences, and regional climate. Offer a step-by-step approach to assessing individual needs and aligning them with the benefits of low-E windows. Emphasize that while cost is a crucial factor, a holistic approach that considers long-term savings, comfort, aesthetics, and environmental impact leads to a more informed and satisfying decision.

Conclusion: Illuminating the Path Ahead

As we conclude our exploration of comparing the cost of low-E windows to traditional windows for new window replacement in Abbotsford, we've unveiled a realm where initial costs serve as a gateway to abundant benefits. The journey starts with a slightly higher investment in low-E windows, but the path ahead is illuminated with energy savings, elevated comfort, UV protection, and architectural elegance. While traditional windows may offer a more budget-friendly entrance, they fall short in terms of long-term savings and the holistic enhancements that low-E windows bring.

Remember, this decision isn't solely about dollars and cents. It's about cultivating a home that embraces energy efficiency, aesthetics, and comfort. It's about understanding that the investment in low-E windows isn't just about today—it's about planting seeds for a more sustainable and comfortable tomorrow. So, as you stand at the crossroads of window replacement, consider the future that unfolds beyond the immediate costs. Embrace the magic of low-E windows and witness how they not only enrich your living space but also foster a brighter, greener, and more economically balanced future.

#new window replacement abbotsford #home window replacement abbotsford

0 notes

incotheghost · 1 year ago

Text

Have Faith In The Rot

Chapter 1, part 3

The cold wind yet again grabbed them tightly. A few pearls of sweat ran across Fariss’ forehead, having just started to adjust to the heat of the forge. A few raindrops replaced them shortly, as the clouds grew tighter above them.

“Oh for crying out loud,” Captain Hollander cursed, “A terrible night for rain.”

“How so, sir?” Fariss questioned, his footsteps growing muddy by the minute.

“We have a leak in our roof at home, and the carpenter is scheduled for tomorrow.” Hollander continued, chuckling deeply at the terrible timing.

“Your home? You live nearby?” Fariss eyes lit up slightly, “Would you tell me about your home, sir?” The idea of home felt so far-fetched for him at that minute. Walking through the mud in the cold rain. With barely a tree around.

“Of course,” Hollander responded, a smile sneaking onto his face. “It’s a lovely little cottage in the closest woods. About two kilometers down the mountain from here. It’s not much, but it’s our home.”

Fariss was enjoying the moment, “‘Our home,’ sir? I thought the paladins were sworn to the cause and none else. Who do you live with?”

The captain looked Fariss in the eyes with a smile: “You know your homework, recruit. Good job!” Hollander rested a heavy hand on Fariss’ shoulder in affirmation. “That is true. I live there with another captain, my assigned partner from when I joined many, many years ago.”

“Captain Arian, a master of the tome as much as I am of the sword. Her and I have fought more battles together than I can count, and her expertise of the tome has saved my life too many times as well.” Hollander told with clear pride in his voice. Proud of what they had achieved, proud of calling her a friend, and proud most of all for surviving this many years.

“But do not let that fool you!” Hollander continued, chiming, “She has bested me in sparring more times than I would like to admit. One of our best.”

“Wow,” Fariss could barely hide the glee he felt hearing the story. “Iit sounds like you two have seen a thing or two. I can understand why you chose to live together, sir”

Hollander spread out his arms and gestured to the lot they were standing in. “This encampment was one of the largest in the country back when it was built. Now with so little need for warfare, it has been reduced to just what you see.”

A sigh left this mouth. “Of course it is very nice to not need such armaments anymore, but it does sadden me to see what it has been reduced to.”

Fariss nodded, understanding the captain’s troubles. The rain was falling less and less. As Fariss looked up to inspect the dwindling clouds, a sign caught his eye. A sign with the symbol of a book and quill.

“Is that the library, sir?” Fariss called to Hollander

“That, it is, recruit, good eye! You had me all in my own head there.” Hollander laughed as they approached the building.

In front of them was a grand wooden building. Fariss was astonished at the size of the library, dwarfing the great town hall of his hometown. The library was supported by large pillars, decorated with shields of past battles. Ornate carvings covered the doors and windows. Some for decoration, and some being runes of protection. The two pushed the great, heavy oak doors open and immediately felt the dead silence of the library. Stepping just inside, the sound of the stopping rain disappeared fast behind them.

Heavy thumps sounded as Captain Hollander walked precisely up to the front desk. before he could even open his mouth, a shriveled branch swung out from between the shelves. Fariss stood in shock as he witnessed a less-than-human being appear in front of him. The sounds of roots crackling and leaves rustling followed as the creature of wood walked up to the captain.

The captain rested his hand on top of his head, and nodded at the creature to greet it. A low shriek sounded from the creature as it did a little jump. It seemed to wait for the next orders from the captain.

“Good evening, Snivilet, I am sorry to interrupt you this late.” Captain Hollander spoke with a broad smile. Hand still resting on his head.

Snivilet jumped a few more times, and mimicked the captain’s gesture. To the best of its abilities. A twig on its arm got slightly tangled in the crown, causing Snivilet to make a frustrated squeak. Yet it still stood there, awaiting more orders from the captain.

Captain Hollander slowly lowered his hand, and returned it to his side yet again. “I told you the other day of our emergency recruit, I want you to meet Fariss, newest member of the order.” Captain Hollander gestured to Fariss and stood to the side.

Snivilet jumped up and rushed to Fariss. Even without a face, it was clear to see the creature was excited to meet someone new. Snivilet tried to greet Fariss by bringing its arm to its head, but it realized its arm was already stuck to its crown. Letting out a low growl of annoyance, Snivilet tried to pull its arm loose, to no avail.

Before Fariss offered to help, Snivilet had a brilliant idea. If one arm was stuck, it could still use another. Snivelet raised its other arm above its head and bowed lightly at Fariss, inadvertently making an arc, and an improper greeting. But that did not matter. Fariss mimicked the greeting, and Snivilet jumped yet again, taking a moment to finally untangle itself.

Captain Hollander approached Fariss over the sounds of the struggling Snivilet. “That’s Snivilet, a small branchling. Fickle creatures created by paladins, mostly to be used for libraries.” Hollander explained, keeping an eye on Snivilet.

“Why are they used for libraries, sir?” Fariss asked, trying to not get distracted by Snivilet getting more and more tangled.

“They are made of wood, as you can see,” The captain explained, gesturing at the, now angry, tangle of branches. “And because of that, they have a special magical connection with everything wooden. Snivilet here knows every book in this library perfectly, and keeps them in perfect shape. It even carved the doors and windows itself.”

“Wow, that is incredible!” Fariss exclaimed, looking around in awe. “Who made this one, sir?”

“That would be me.” The captain answered with a smile on his face. “Twenty years ago when I first arrived at this encampment with captain Arian, my first task was to create our designated librarian, and so I created Snivilet.”

Both Captain Hollander and Fariss were watching Snivilet closely, as the little branchling got more and more tangled as it was trying to free itself by growing new appendages. Stumbling about on the wooden floor, it could be easily mistaken for an angry, sentient tumbleweed.

“Should we... help him, sir?” Fariss asked worriedly.

“Maybe we should.” The captain responded with a grin. “Alright Snivilet, hold still now. We’re gonna do the usual.”

In an instant, the growling shrubbery ground to a halt. To the best of its abilities it turned to the captain, chirping a little melody.

“One day you’ll have to learn to do this by yourself, Snivilet. You let your own branches get the better of you.” Captain Hollander spoke softly to Snivilet, as he unpocketed a small gardening knife. Carefully he began trimming Snivilet’s wild branches, reducing it to no more than a stem.

#Book #OC #Original #Original Content #Story #Fantasy #Dark fantasy #Paladin #Writing #Have Faith in The Rot #HFITR Chapter 1 #HFITR Chapter 1-3 #HFITR #original work #First draft

1 note · View note

droningmachinations · 1 year ago

Text

Furrians - Return Of The Fiery Warriors: A Droning Machinations Tie-In Episode

Written By Joseph M.

Author's Note: This story reintroduces characters from a story coolguy80101 and Yvarg wrote (my friends from Discord.) Yvarg will also be introduced into the droningmachinations lore as a character named Michael Spears.

Destiny flew through the battlefield, her wings expanding out over the trenches and the sandbags, explosions blasting up into the skies behind her, a castle in front of her and a castle in her sight.

She was a Furrian. King Elias, the king of Castlo Rivalo, was bleeding on the ground, a sword piercing through his side, an evil blade striking and ripping out a part of his rib bone. His brother, Prince Zacchias, carried him away from the destruction, and other soldiers suffering the same fate as he were also dragged off.

Makael, an archangel from heaven, swooped down with a gilded, cross-hilted saber and slashed apart a foe. And like a lumberjack carving fine timber art, he swiped off a chunk of brain meat, chopped into their spaghetti-like intestines that were still brimming with mucilagious with and pulpy matter, then hacked straight down down the middle, finishing a series of effortless cuts with a final show of flare. This was done in quick succession, and was done, for Makael was a licensed soldier, trained to kill and to execute his enemies quickly.

Queen Hekezel, a former enemy of Rivalo now royal queen, charged into the battle with a spear, ramming it into the head of one of Rivalo's enemies. "Destiny, catch!"

Queen Hekezel threw the spear at Destiny, who jammed it into an enemy soldier's heart. Blood vomited out from the enemy combatant, a soldier clad in evil steel, adorned in armor forged from materials gathered from vanquished kingdoms and villages. Destiny pushed the spear deeper, yanked it free, dropped the soldier, tossed it back to Hekezel, crying, "Back to you!"

Destiny caught the spear from Hekezel and lunged at another foe, plunging the tip into the challenging fighter's heart. Her eyes closed; she didn't know where the blade would land. All the skilled Furrian warrior heard was the sound of mush and gushy things puddling out and spilling. She considered enemy fighters to be numbers, but she still didn't want to look.

Destiny and Queen Hekezel looked into the sky, watching Makael impale one soldier, then swoop to the ground, leaving them to bask in his thundering golden glory.

Queen Hekezel grabbed the spear from Destiny and kicked away a decorated soldier from the enemy side, one with tarnished gear, broken grills on his visor, and three raven's feathers on his head.

Destiny cried, "For Rivalo!" Shiny talons with a golden luster even the seraphim and cherubim in Heaven couldn't comprehend extended from her woolly paws, thrashing apart the adversaries, blood splattering onto her burly arms congested with fuzz.

Destiny and the fighting matriarch were soon rejoined by the healing patriarch and his brother, staggering back into the heat of war and leading the well-respected Rivalo's Elite Forty-Fourth Cavalry on horseback, ponies sneering and wailing a scratchy warcry. The whipping of thick and lashes against the necks of mustangs, King Elias' commanding voice ordering them to depart, the clamor echoed across both fronts.

Queen Hekezel helmed her royal headpiece proudly amidst the chaos. Unlike many other crowns it wrapped her up snugly and was fitted with a gilded visor to shield her face if need be. She wore the glass slipper, black robes and had the staff of a king and queen, but also a sharp longsword, tactical mind, gleaming armor and fighting prowess of a knight.

Destiny led the charge into enemy territory, swiftly soaring to bring reckoning upon the wicked.

Little did the others know, she had been masking a secret ability, stowing away eons of training and hidden potential, the abilities of the Doommasters. The Doommasters were an ever-changing set of four masters of the essential elements of life: fire, water, air and earth. Destiny, with her training, mastered all of them.

As Destiny soared through the war-torn landscapes, oranges and blues burst into the air, the ominous screams of enemy soldiers flying into the clouds and falling down with a thud echoed, her eyes surveyed the clash of titanic proportions.

Destiny's stomach vomited flames, mouth and eyes like charring geysers of heat death erupting from a furry beast; a tsunami rolled over the enemy kingdom, causing its dirty gray brick walls to crumble over the silver-clad soldiers within; the wind currents blew and blew until they became a mighty and tumbling hurricane, an arm reaching into the ground and pulling up a hefty lump of tree, and several soldiers; the terras quivered with respect and fear for their queen, and the earths swallowed several combatants whole, suffocating them in thick, solid concrete and quickly drying, ant-infested soil.

Destiny screched seeing the enemy King Haring Kasamaan, the spiteful, hateful man; he had an almost prejudiced, segregatory, demeanor towards members of the Furrian race, and he lived to bring upon their extinction.

That was what this war was about. Rivalo backed the Furrians; it has backed the Furrians since its primitive beginnings.

King Haring Kasamaan was dressed in navy blue robes lined with silver streaks. He had a bulky headpiece with four golden arches meeting at the top, and instead of jewels encrusting his crown there were bones and daggers.

The embattled leader of the Furrian race, Destiny, relentlessly darted through the thundering gray stormclouds, pursuing the king, who pushed away the constituents of his own army, constantly stumbled over his own flowy garbs and threw away his own crown in a final, futile attempt to reach his secret bunker.

He felt a deep, curved hook burrow into his cartilaginous nose; it turned his skull into a bowl; The hacking of a refined claw turned his brain into a stew of sloshy pink meat, and the blood that once lively splashed around in his cranium into a coppery champagne broth that spilled out of his head. When Destiny was finished, the evil king's head was prepared for the cannibals that lived in the abandoned halls of the fallen Mastima.

Destiny was a compassionate figure and a place of solace for the hallowed archangel Makael, but she was also calculated and cold-blooded when her duties called for her to be. It was not the powers of the gods that made her a proficient killer, but a controlled rage against the unfair treatment of the Furrians, a race that for centuries was treated as inferior to the mortal human.

As Destiny stepped away from the king's scooped out face, she grumbled, "I will bring justice to my kind."

0 notes

sharpen-jadescythe · 2 years ago

Text

Putting Sharpen to bed

18+ and 5min. read

Sharpen sat alone at the smithy, sharpening his axe blade. The dark metal sparked in the orange light. A master of his craft, he had his keen eyes on the stone, on his blade. But his vision hovered above that somewhat. He saw the axe in a haze. The sparks flickered only at the edge of his mind. He breathed out, he swept the stone down. He breathed in, then raised his hand with the stone again and checked just where he should place it along the metal edge. This was more of a meditation for the young Night Elf.

Cuda the ghost wolf had been watching for a short while, but the reassuring motions of his master lulled him to sleep. Sharpen had a confident air. They were always safe at a smithy. Familiar sights and sounds, warmth was all about. There was no need to keep watch, Cuda sensed.

Sharpen paused, mid-swipe, to eye his wolf. Usually animals hated the noises by a forge. The sizzle of molten metal, the pounding of hammers. Though one time back home, Sharpen did have to snatch a farm cat to safety, one that wanted into the fire pit. Cats loved heat and they were also weird, in Sharpen's opinion. Those things together made a mess.

Well, they were passionate hunters, sometimes eccentric about getting the kill. Maybe that was it. Cuda had always known better.

Sharpen longed to let the bright scenes of the day fade. He heard himself yelling again in his mind, ducking from danger, swinging that very axe and seeing it sink into his enemies. He kept his mouth shut now. He realized his jaw was tense, relaxed that. Tension in his large bicep eased off next. He exhaled and wanted only to use the strength necessary for this task. An exact balance of force, yet gentle precision in his fingers, on the stone, sliding down the axe. It forced fear and anger from his mind. Whatever succeeded or failed that day, he was grateful that he had a steady hand, an arm that was whole, an axe that was still in good condition.

"Excellent condition."

Hearing his own calm voice brought Sharpen a little awareness. Cuda raised his head, but was far too sleepy to be of use.

Sharpen knew that he sounded more relaxed. Perhaps he had achieved it. No other real thought came after that, just noticing the sensations of nighttime Valdrakken beyond the forge, anvils and the surrounding terrace. How easy and peaceful the Obsidian Enclave could be at night. He could have fallen asleep on his workbench, that massive battle axe in his hand.

He sat there in just his apron and slacks. No shirt. Too hot by the forge for that. He supposed there was some soot on his bare chest as well. His hands were smeared with it.

A woman came nearby to fetch a hammer. She did that with skill, lifting it from the rack with subtle agility, an enticing eagerness. He knew that feeling. She was also short. In his languid way, Sharpen took a while to realize she was a Dwarf.

"Oh--" She startled seeing Cuda there. Any animal inside a smithy, really.

"He's asleep." Cuda was still trying not to be, for Sharpen's sake. He smirked and patted Cuda, then pushed that fuzzy old wolf head back down to rest.

It was time to call it a night. Man and beast were done.

The Dwarf woman with beautiful dark red hair had paused, admiring his wolf, though. Sharpen felt himself warming up, wished she would look at him that way. Though it really was too late at night, too odd a time in history, too unusual a place--the Dragon Isles--to go about something fiendish like Sharpen was starting to imagine.

He tried not to watch her work too much. But the way she hefted up a very exotic-looking shield to the anvil, then fondled the intricate pattern with impossibly patient fingers, finding her way before taking a single careful strike, he found it exciting. Really, it was art. She was a talented craftswoman. Possibly an actual Khaz'Modan shield maiden, way out here. He noticed the sigil of Ironforge, well half of it. Sharpen hadn't moved a stitch, but he felt like he'd walked into one of his fantasies.

And she was the most beautiful Dwarf woman he had ever seen. Amber eyes, olive skin. Gorgeous curves. He squeezed his hand shut tight against the sharpening stone to quell the impulse he really had, to go and hold her.

He wondered if this was like approaching a woman in the exercise yard? She might think him crude to even consider disrupting her work. He looked down at his axe again, pretending to inspect it. He needed to buy more time and think this through. However, really dirty thoughts were starting to prevent thinking at all.

There's no ring on her finger...

Sharpen blinked and looked someplace else, up at the ceiling, rather than stare at her. There were beautiful braids crisscrossing the back of this woman's ruby hair that he could not conceive of anyone weaving, and now he wanted to dig his fingers in and unweave them himself. Or just try to and pull. While she straddled him. Bucked and truly enjoyed him, called him the ram he was.

No, don't think that...

Two naked bodies warm from the forge, sweating, striped with soot as they kissed. Was it even safe to get up in his aroused state? Let alone go over and talk to the woman?

A long, agonizing moment went by when her hammering stopped and he knew she was taking a blacksmith's mental pause, as he had just done, to check her work. To see if an axe was sharp enough. To know whether a shield was honed and right. Now was the time.

"I-I guess I'm done." Had he stuttered? Sharpen fast felt like an idiot. And he was talking to the room, sort of in a polite way. Saying goodbye to this woman he didn't know was a little scary. Certainly, she was a stranger, for one. But then he also didn't want to leave her so soon.

"Aye." Was her casual response. Head down, hammering all over again.

Sharpen noted that a Dracthyr took his toolbox and left, then. So they were the last ones on the terrace.

Cuda made his little noises, fur rustling as he shook it out and then stood on his paws, nails lightly scraping the stone floor. Sharpen chose to make his way toward the archway nearest the Dwarven beauty.

He saw the masterpiece she was creating. It shone like nothing else and warring dragons were tangled across the shield. It looked a lot like what he wanted to do with his body against hers, the two of them so beautifully tangled up.

Looking over her lovely shoulder just then was so intimate. Her sweet cheek, her proud smile. A loop of her dark red hair coming loose. Just ask her, man! In mere moments, you'll hear more of her voice, her breath, possess her scent. Night Elves secretly longed to have a potential lover's scent. As soon as possible. That embedded in the memory, the fantasy, like nothing else.

Sharpen isn't the kind of guy to ever admit he would look down a woman's shirt, but that night as he walked by, respectfully he hoped... No, he absolutely did.

"Come on, Cuda."

Sharpen came back to himself minutes later, hearing his boots striking the cobblestone street. He and his wolf were several feet away from the forge and his shieldmaiden.

He tried not to think of it as a defeat or some failure at the end of the day. After all, he didn't want to impose himself so late in the evening. She may have said No, or had a boyfriend. And wasn't he tired?

He got out safe, and she could focus on her work. It looked as if it was her life's work, that incredible shield.

But how easy would it have been to just ask something about the shield? Anything at all to ease into flirting. Maybe she would have felt flattered? Made her day. Just imagine it. If he was her and he had asked himself... wait.

In the end, Sharpen reasoned he was too wound up to do anything properly. Maybe he was more horny than reasonable to begin with. Then, he almost strained his neck, trying to look back.

"An Ironforge angel! Out here? I am going to regret that for the rest of my life."

Well, your young life while in Valdrakken, Sharpen. Poor thing, you'll survive.

1 note · View note