#Meering true Lord

[fearingthefearsome]

"𝕴 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚." - 𝕮𝖞𝖓𝖔 𝖝 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

─•~𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ~•─  - The main masterlist with all my collections 

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃'𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓂𝓈 - Genshin Impact masterlist 

Here it is dear 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, the first fanfic on the blog and hopefully you’ll look forward to more. This is a bit short but I tried to make it a bit wholesome and sweet. Think of it as a little warm up fufu~. 

Read the oneshot right below the clouds and enjoy this lovely story from the Archives.

Lesser Lord Kusanali was freed. She was freed from her chains, freed from her misery and now rules Sumeru as the true Archon whose power was finally remembered by the citizens. Alongside her was the fake god who was supposed to overthrow her, on the other was his rival, Alhaitham. Whose position as a meer scribe was to be promoted as the Acting Grand Sage in the next few days. Not only that, his position as the General Mahamatra was given back to him in the fullest honor he can receive it to be from Lord Kusanali. 

With Sumeru trying to regain its honor and build back up to its former glory, he went out and made sure to help them. Only a week after saving their Archon he received an invite from Nilou. A feast in the Zubayr Theater to celebrate their victory in the greatest act of overthrowing their oppressive government. And remembering the incident with the former Grand Sage, he needs to make a report about the reputation of arts to Lord Nahida.  

He thinks about the feast and before he knew it, the night had set and he was left standing at the entrance of the Grand Bazaar. Unlike before, the place was filled to the brim with a crowd like no other. Decorations hung from the walls and the ceiling of the Divine Tree. He walks around in hopes of not being late to the feast and there his eyes wander to meet the figure of the most alluring and captivating dance of a dancer. 

“Cyno!” 

“…Beautiful.” He uttered beneath his breath. The call of his name fell on deaf ears as he watched the dancer adorned in the most beautiful golden jewelry twirl with so much grace. The beat of the music fastened like their feet and he was left adoring every twist and turn they made. Every beat had their hands straying away to catch the cloth that danced between their figure and helped accentuate the elegance they radiated with every step. When the crowd cheered them on as they moved to stretch out their hand to the crowd he could hear his heartbeat rushing in his ears. Then his ruby eyes met their (e/c) ones and he could feel them steal his breath away when their hand pulled the air away from his direction.

It stirred something within him as he watched them dance to their heart’s content. He told himself, ‘Don’t look away,’ his eyes continued to eye their face laughing with glee, ‘you’ll miss something.’ 

The music faded away, the crowd clapped and whistled with joy, the mysterious dancer bowed and disappeared. He was left grasping for air as his legs tried to search for a wisp of their figure in the shadows. He could barely focus on anything but the sense that something had to be done after watching their performance. He clearly remembers their figure, confidence and a hint of slyness on the tips of their fingertips. The clothes were varying shades of purple and the jewels were almost the same shade as their eyes. The golden linings and the golden jewelry would clink together almost in time with the beat of the music. Their hair would sway and pull him in a trance before he met their eyes and- oh. 

Nothing more was said when he turned the corner to collide with someone. The sound of the jewelry they wore on their body was loud in his ears. The stinging pain that lingered from colliding with them was enough to have apologies ready on the tip of his tongue. As he ripped himself away from her, he felt his words die down and swallowed up in his mouth. He met those enchanting (e/c) eyes and he can’t help but be fascinated by their flushed expression paired with the pink tint on their cheeks. 

“I found you.”

His hand scrambled to find purchase as they held it out to them. An invitation of sorts unlike the feast, was promised with something far greater than words can explain. He silently let the world stop its flow of time to let him take the lead. When he feels a soft hand rest on his, he moves forward to kiss the back of their hand. He  can feel their gaze on the back of his head as he flits through their fingers. Unexpectedly, he brings the tip of their ring finger to his lips and kisses them with fervor love dripping like honey. Opening his eyes to meet their burning gaze back, he whispers, 

“I found you, my dearest.” 

“Would courting you first sound like a fair promise?”

[thegreenwallrabbit-blog]

A  List of TTRPG’s Luis Carazo has been in (updated September 2024)

Note these are not listed by date made, click underlined to go to youtube (if link doesn’t work for some reason you can just search for underlined title)

upcoming work

One shots/Charity events/Streamed Con events

LEGO DND- The adventure starts here. Witness history as we stream the first ever LEGO® Dungeons & Dragons game night. Featuring the incredible Dungeon Master debut of Anjali Bhimani. Joining her are @GinnyDi and Luis Carazo. Rounding the party are The LEGO Group Design Manager Jordan Scott and LEGO Ideas design winner Lucas Bolt. April 6th 2024.

Fallout DND | Pixel Circus- One Shot from Pixel Circus staring Luis Carazo, Persephone Valentine, Saige Ryan, Anthony Carboni and Sarah Chaffee in a Fallout DND one shot from May 2024.

GenCon 2023 | All Stars- Call of Cthulhu Live from GenCon 2023! Join Keeper Mark Meer as he guides investigators Harli Kane, Josephine McAdam, Luis Carazo, and Noura Ibrahim through The Dead Boarder! (Nov 23, 2023)

Live at GenCon(2023) W/Brennan Lee Mulliagan/ D&D (new) Join DM Brennan Lee Mulliagan for a Giant sized adventure played live at GenCon 2023 w/ players Jeremy Crawford, Dael Kingsmill, Erika Ishii, Luis Carazo and Gabe Hicks! Follow a group of determined seekers from the world below as they quest through a cloud giants castle for knowledge, family and adventure in this original adventure featuring elements from the new book “Bigby Presents: Glory of Giants”

Pixel Circus Plays Frosthaven (July 2023) New Welcome to the Gloomhaven Grand Festival! Join the Pixel Circus crew as they battle enemies to escape a sinking ship, in a very special Frosthaven scenario! Players: Saige Ryan,  Kailey Bray, Luis Carazo, Paula Deming.

 Dice Throne Adventures LIVE from the MEGA STAGE at Game Con Canada 2023 in Calgary, AB featuring:  Jason Azevedo as the Host, Deborah Ann Woll (True Blood, Daredevil) as The Pyromancer, Luis Carazo as a The Vampire Lord, Noura Ibrahim (Into the Mist, LA by Night) as The Seraph, Omega Jones (Critical Bard) as The

 Gloomhaven Rolepaying Game LIVE from Game Con Canada 2023| RealmSmith | Cephalofair Join us for this epic one-shot adventure set in the new Gloomhaven RPG LIVE from the MEGA STAGE at Game Con Canada in Calgary, AB featuring: Deborah Ann Woll (True Blood, Daredevil) as Savvas Elementalist, Luis Carazo (Critical Role) as a Human Scoundrel, Noura Ibrahim (Into the Mist, LA by Night) as an Inbox Bruiser, Joel Augé as a Vermling Soothsinger and our very own Jason Azevedo as the Gloom Master! This actual play takes place during the much-anticipated BackerKit campaign for the Gloomhaven Roleplaying Game.

Humblewood 5e Deck of Many Things- Join Trisha and friends (Xander Jeanneret (DM) , Erika Ishii, Luis Carazo and Whitney Moore) on an epic adventure through the Humblewood setting of D&D 5th edition. 

B Dave Walter’s One on One Shots With Luis Carazo. Come and Join B Dave Walters and his amazing list of guests! This week's guest is actor, performer, Werewolf killer... Luis Carazo! 

The Missing Heart - A Tale of Oz | D&D 5E Welcome to the magical world of Oz! This whimsical one-shot is presented in partnership with Andrews McMeel Publishing to celebrate the launch of their new Dungeons & Dragons book "OZ: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting". Markeia McCarty, Luis Carazo( he plays a bear named Brawny), Desirée Strother, and Andrew Strother, are led on a magical adventure through the land of Oz by Dungeon Master Joe Nuzzo. Our players' goal? To recover a stolen artifact and return it to Glinda, the Good Litch of the South, before the thief uses it to strip magic from Oz FOREVER!

Prisoner 13 One Shot | Keys from the Golden Vault | D&D Beyond Join Dungeon Master Lexi McQueen and our heist crew Luis Carazo,  Omar Najam, Michael Galvis & Sarah Chaffee as they travel to Revel's End prison in search of the key to a dwarven fortune! Prisoner 13 is one of thirteen exhilarating heist-themed Dungeons and Dragons adventures in Keys From the Golden Vault. Vancover By Night Wavaw Charity Werewolf Stream- The Cubs are lost in the Umbra, what will happen? Who will save them? Is that an Ashtray?Special Guests, Mark Meer, Erika Ishii, Jake Kile, & Luis Carazo Saturday Night One-Shot: Call of Cthulhu | The Mummy: Redux | Charity Stream benefiting RAINN 95 years after Rick, Evelyn, Jonathan, and Ardeth defeat Imhotep and preventing him from resurrecting Anck-su-namun, six tourists in Spain stumble upon a secret hidden within the Temple of Debod. Bringing the Mummy's Curse down upon them... will they survive the ordeal? Cast:  Ian E. Muller (GM), Diana DiMicco as Phillipa Branch, Cynthia Marie as Mel Nais, Luis Carazo as Emmanuel "Manny" Martinez, Noordin Ali as Zahir Ayad Adham, Justus Hughes as Rick O'Connell, Andrew Strother as Roy Carnahan. 

Ms. Pixel's Fantastical Circus: Call of Cthulhu One Shot Saige Ryan takes Aabria Iyengar, Alex Ward, Emme Montgomery, Luis Carazo, and Kailey Bray through an eldritch nightmare beneath the Big Top. Luis plays against type as a selfish, trapeze artist contortionist Freddy who performs in Ms. Pixel’s circus along side his twin brother bobby.  Faster, Purple Worm! Kill! Kill! 3 one shot episodes where level one character face off against a threat they have no chance of beating in a improve comedy show.

Fallout D&D One shot Fallout Dungeons & Dragons by PixelCircus with Luis Carazo, Persephone Valentine, Saige Ryan, Anthony Carboni, Sarah Chaffee. Aired May 2, 2024.

Longer Series, Main Cast: 

Good Time Society

Endymion's Gate (completed 6 episodes) ( cast  Ash MinnickI(story teller) Alejandra Cejudo, Luis Carazo, Xander Jeanneret, Aabria Iyengar and Becca Scott ) Join the crew of the starship Endymion as they embark on a mind-bending mission filled with mystery and intrigue as they navigate the dangers and wonders of Dream Space! Based on the Hillfolk system by Pelgrane Press, Endymion's Gate explores an original, science fiction TTRPG setting with a cast full of familiar faces that you'll recognize from throughout the roleplaying community! Each week  Story Moderator, Ash Minnick, leads the players through a surreal storytelling experience that will thrust them into a parallel universe of shared consciousness and dreams!  Come aboard and prepare yourself for Dream Space! 

Critical Role

Exandria Unlimited: Calamity (completed 4 part) The flying city of Avalir begins its triumphant return to the continent of Domunas while the Ring of Brass, a group of eminent city dignitaries, begin to uncover hints of something rotten within their gilded home. Cast: Brennan Lee Mulligan( Game Master), Luis Carazo, Aabria Iyengar, Marisha Ray, Sam Riegel, Travis Willingham, Lou Wilson.

Candela Obsurca chapter 2 ( premiere August 31 7PM PST) starting Luis Carazo, Marisha Ray, Travis Willingham, Brennan Lee Mulligan, Spencer Starke, Zehra Fazel. The Circle of Needle and Thread will face off against the duplicates threat that wreaks havoc on the war torn Fairelands. Season 2 is indecent of the events of Season one but if interested this is the link to candela Obscura chapter one (which he’s not in) to watch (3episodes, complete) to get an idea of the setting and game system.

Penny Arcade

Seattle by Night, Season 2 Welcome to the second season of our Vampire the Masquerade chronicles! Join us on Tuesdays at 5pm PT on twitch.tv/pennyarcade for a new live episode, or subscribe on YouTube for the latest videos as they go live. Starring Jason Carl as The Storyteller Mike Krahulik as Tom Hollandaise, Toreador Luis Carazo as Enrique "Rico" Suarez, Brujah Jasmine Bhullar as Betty Lancaster, Lasombra Jerry Holkins as Jamison Keen, Nosferatu

Catalyst Game Labs/RealmSmith

Series Intro | Shadowrun: Excommunication | Shadowrun RPG 2023 | RealmSmith (8 part) Shadowrun is a cyberpunk-fantasy ttrpg that takes place in our world, 60 years in the future. It combines cybernetic technology and magic in a dystopian setting. CAST: Anjali Bhimani as Trigger Christian Navarro as Rio Luis Carazo as Frayne Noura Ibrahim as Liv Talon Coleman as Blaze

Johnny Stanton IV

Of Dawn & Dusk(complete 4 episodes) Journey with us, as we take you on an adventure of Gods and mortals. Cast: Johnny Stanton(Dungeon Master),Persephone Valentine as Holly "Midnight" Danes( Kalashtar sorcerer/artificer/rouge ), Jasmine Bhullar as Mildred Mulvahill( hypochondriac dragonborn druid), Christian Navarro as Leo Goldleaf( half elf paladin, brother of Narrex ),Luis Carazo as Narrex of the Vatrai (half orc barbarian, brother of Leo).

Renegade Game Studios

Hunter: The Reckoning - The Day Shift (Complete 4 episodes) Hunter: The Reckoning is a horror tabletop role-playing game set in modern times, in which players take the roles of regular human characters who become aware of the existence of the supernatural, including vampires, werewolves, and ghosts, and fight back as monster hunters. It is set in the World of darkness (Vampire the masquerade, Werewolf the apocalypse, ect.)Cast: Diana DiMicco( storyteller),Luis Carazo, Briana DeCoster, Justus Hughes, and Markeia McCarty. Luis plays the most adorably dorky bookworm history professor... 

Questline

DragonLance: Shadow Of War (complete 4 parts) Cast:Kevin Parr (Dungeon Master), Luis Carazo as Velzin Alara(Half elf rune knight fighter), Michelle Nguyen Bradley as Strigid( Shifter Lunar sorcerer), Tank Tolman as Tyran Iron-Skull (Dwarven ancestral guardian barbarian), QuincysTavern as Felix "Clubfoot" Chance (Harengon arcane trickster rogue), Roz Young as Tango Flux(Rock gnome artificer), Trevor Gemma as Wayreth Rolligtide (Hill dwarf Druid).

ThatBronzeGirl

Mörk Bronze (Complete 4 episodes)-Welcome to Mörk Bronze: a Mörk Borg experience sponsored and powered by Role! Join us through trials and tribulations as these three unfortunate souls attempt to survive in the city of Unguent. Cast: Jasmine Bhullar(fire keeper),Tanya Depass, Luis Carazo, Xander Jeanneret.

Hunters Entertainment 

Outbreak: Undead.. is a Survival Horror Simulation RPG, focusing on practical experience and scarcity of resources - rather than sensationalist hero fulfillment. ZOMBV, the first entry of the Strain Series, is world book exploring opponents, a unique virus, locations, and rules to immediately jump into a game of Outbreak: Undead - with you and your friends at the center of the story

Outbreak: Undead- Strain Series: ZOMBV  (complete 4 episodes) Cast:B Dave Walters (DM), Luis Carazo, May Leigh, Markeia Mcarthy, Michelle Nguyen Bradley

Outbreak: Undead (season 1) Rag & Bone (complete 60 episodes)Cast: Noxweiler Berf(Game master) Luis Carazo, May Leigh, Markeia Mcarthy, Michelle Nguyen Bradley.  Luis plays as Lampwick-(or as the DM once put it bullshit Jesus, Luis RP in this is amazing).

Outbreak: Undead (season 2) United States of the Dead (Complete 13 ep) Cast: Noxweiler Berf (Game master) Luis Carazo, Sarah Chaffee, Michelle Nguyen Bradley, Markeia McCarty,Chelsea. (Luis becomes a main cast member after after the third episode were he is once again playing Lampwick SO do no watch unless you’ve finished season 1: rag and bone. Also season 2 and 3 are running at the same time like parallel events .

Outbreak: Undead (season 3 ) PROJECT NERO-(complete 12 ep) Cast: Noxweiler Berf(Game  Master), Luis Carazo, Sarah Chaffee, Michelle Nguyen Bradley, Markeia McCarty, Saige Ryan,May Leigh. Luis plays different characters(but as of yet not Lampwick in this season but still should watch as other characters from season 1 show up.)

Altered Carbon - Osaka Eternal (complete 3 episodes) In this transhumanist neo-noir vision of the future, the human mind is nothing more than digital codeDigital Human Freight saved and stored in a Cortical Stack, advanced technology that allows you to "re-sleeve" your entire consciousness into a new body. Cast: Xander Jeanneret (DM), Luis Carazo, Michelle Nguyen Bradley, Markeia McCarty, May Leigh.

Kids on Bikes: Autumn Rites (Complete  3 episodes)-Strange Adventures in Small TownsChoose your OWN destiny in this storytelling rules-light tabletop role-playing game where adventure is a bike ride away!​Kids on Bikes is a Collaborative World Building RPG set in small towns with big mysteries. Written and created by celebrated game designers Jon Gilmour (Dead of Winter, Atari: Centipede/Missile Command/Asteroids) & Doug Levandowski (Gothic Doctor, Seven Minutes in Hell). Cast: Mika Midgett (Game Master), Luis Carazo, Michelle Nguyen Bradley, Markeia McCarty, May Leigh.

Gods of Metal: Ragnarock - Masquerade of Madness (Complete 3 episodes, fist episode only)A bombastic heavy metal-inspired RPG of epic proportions. Bust out the D4's, turn up the volume and live out your rock fantasy! Cast: Ivan Van Norman (Game Master) Luis Carazo, Michelle Nguyen Bradley, Markeia McCarty, May Leigh.

Guest star

Vampire: The Masquerade - L.A. By Night ( first appearance in season 2 episode 6)  portraying  Nines Rodrigues the famous, charismatic, werewolf killing Brujah Anarch baron of Downtown/East Los Angeles and owner of the Last Round Bar.

ECLIPSE (S2) Episode 11: Escape from Vicom Station

DesiQuest - Fantasy/late 19th early 20th century setting. The story and setting are fictional relm based of mythology from Indian subcontinent. In this, the pilot episode to the South Asian mythology inspired TTRPG actual play, DesiQuest starring @ThatBronzeGirl @sweeetanj @RekhaShankar @omarnajam @SandeepParikh , our adventurers take the perilous journey to pickup one of their squad from the busy port of Chaand Bay. And as most travelers to India can attest to just getting out of the airport can be harrowing. Luis plays a guest character Namir in season 1, episode 2 and 3.

[starryeyed-seer]

okay my FL ocs, quickly picrew'd for ref. Some lore and basic info!

I'm not 100% on base designs or details but I got the rough idea of em... when I have more time I want to develop them more bc I have Thoughts!

Captain Enoch Caylor / Lord E Oliver Newton

Hasn't aged consistently or in order. ~ 38

He/him mainly, also they/it, Trans masc

Bi-Aro Gray-romantic— interested in status and stories more than appearance, and only rarely desires sex. Sworn off love but aches for it

A monster hunter who alternates between mindless revelry in London and (often) dying at zee. He's selfish and hedonistic but rarely directly cruel. Indirectly? Yes. He plays red. He watches mirrors.

Middle child in a wealthy half-noble family, and still caught up in the family sun-smuggling trade. Ran away to elope with a devil when young, instead lost his soul, and fought bloody hard for it back.

Craves power most of all, not to rule as a tyrant or change things. He wants to live according to his whims, wants, and lifestyle, seeking hedonistic pleasure and bloody risks with the promise of no consequences. Involved in the Game, usually white/red, but desires little true change. Life is good for him (isn't it? Isn't it?? Isn't it???)

Grietje Van der Meer:

Like 22

She/her

Overly romantic (no gender preference) but too terrified of romance to successful woo. Someone seems into her and she needs to lie down, and then hide until they forget about her.

Her mother was a Varchassi artist who fell for a zailor. She fled Varchas while heavily pregnant, and gave birth to Grietje at zee. The ship fell to the wax wind, and Grietje was one of few survivors. She grew up an urchin, plagued by dreams of the sun she almost-saw and always aware she didn't quite belong in London, but could never go to Varchas or the Surface.

Still, she dreamed, becoming a poet and writer of celestial and bazaarine work. Her work, however, is very bad. She doesn't appear fully aware that her success has come from artist salons performing mocking live readings— or she doesn't mind. She's chronically ill, and spends much of her time in a lonely basement bedroom with a single window (Somehow.) Her main company when bedbound is her messenger bat Malachai, and MiseryWhiskers, a protective alley cat.

Enoch has wound up a reluctant companion of hers. After getting involved in a ridiculous scheme involving her and her patron, he was left with a sense of obligation he detests. Once a week, if he's around, Enoch takes Grietje out for a stroll around the Bazaar. She uses different aids depending, but usually is in a wheelchair when Enoch is around— MiseryWhiskers likes to curl up on her lap and come along.

Mikhail Care-Michael:

She/her, also takes he/him when pretending to be Heavenly

Generally into women mostly, aromantic

A devil of exceptionally dubious credentials. Mikhail has a fondness for adopting the aesthetics of the sacred, including her current name. She enjoys trying to convince people angels are ALSO real in the Neath and she's one. This doesn't generally work for many reasons, but the amusement she pulls is from making humans squirm. Thinks she is hilarious.

Mikhail is Grietje's long time patron, having discovered her work as a youth and taken Grietje under her wing. Mikhail finds kind and charitable acts like this extremely funny, part of her epic angel larp, but other Devils think the joke is outdated and Mikail's consistent interest in divinity indicates either bad taste or ties to the Convention.

[timelordian-disaster-126]

Hey all my little Tyssa fans, I'm finally taking my hand at writing my own fanfic! :D I'm not sure how good my writing is but I figured I'd give it a go! :) Here is a little WIP of what I have so far, this is just the introduction! hope you guys enjoy it, and let me know your thoughts <3

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Tegan stood in a room that sparked unfamiliarity. It was dark but not fully, the air was chilled and smelled faintly of her parents' old farm cellar which sparked a sort of nostalgic unrest in the pit of her stomach. She turned on her heels and scanned the chillingly dim room for any sign of a plausible light source. Tegan let out a shiver as her unease began to grow with each second that ticked by, she felt as if she did not find light or an exit soon, the darkness would swallow her whole, or worse, she would find something else in it with her.  

She walked for a bit in the room with seemingly no walls, and what seemed no end. Her breath began to quicken, and her chest began to tighten as her heart raced faster than her now knotted thoughts of unease and uncertainty, 'what is all this, where am I?' Were the only clear thoughts she could make out in a moment. She came to a halt, and for the first time since appearing in the room, she spoke "Um. Hello? Is anyone there?" She spoke with a quiver in her voice "Doctor if this is some sort of sick trick then you're in for a real surprise when I find y-" There was a noise, of what almost sounded like wind from behind her cutting her off. The air fell cold, and her thoughts all but halted. She spun around to confront the sound but saw only darkness, and felt only the ghost of where the sound once was. "Who's there? Doctor..oh Doctor come on this isn't funny anymore!" Tegan said, hoping now more than ever the creature in the dark was her time lord companion. Another rush of air, another cold chill. Except this time, Tegan could hear a small hiss from behind her, as soon as she did, she felt her whole body go numb with tension, her fight or flight instincts failing her at that moment as she froze completely, unable to move as she heard a voice "oh come now Tegan, you'll have to do better than that. Look at me. You know you must want to." The voice sounded all too familiar "Nyssa…?" Tegan slipped, voice no higher than a whisper, still unable to move, Tegan heard the sounds of footsteps approaching her. In the darkness, Tegan could make out the faint silhouette of her long-time friend, Nyssa. A dark chuckle arose from the slightly shorter girl in front of her "Yes, I'm here Tegan, I'm always here" Nyssa said soothingly, giving a slightly toothy smile that Tegan could make out even in the dark. Although, something struck her as very wrong, was it her voice? No..Nyssa always spoke this way..right? Her mannerism? Nyssa didn't normally smile with her teeth, did she..? Tegan felt unsure, her mind was too much in a haze of panic to be able to tell, she tried to force herself to relax to no avail "Nys..what's going on? where are we!" Tegan cried out.

Nyssa only stood there, motionless for what felt like an eternity to Tegan, her fear growing by the second until Nyssa finally spoke again, this time with an ethereal echo to her voice "In your head silly". It was at that moment Tegan felt all air from her lungs leave her as she started to hear a booming laugh erupt from the mimic of her dear friend in front of her. "You're not Nyssa..!" Tegan could barely bark out. It all suddenly fell silent once more, all Tegan could hear was her breath for a few meer moments, before, all the sudden; The being that took the form of Nyssa finally started to twist and mesh itself into its true self, having been caught Tegan could only watch in horror as the abominable creature revealed itself "No..no it can't be you..not now.." Tegan whimpered, her eyes unmoving as the large serpent now tower before her "look..at..me." it hissed at Tegan before opening its gaping maw, before Tegan knew it.

her eyes opened once more; This time to a whole new sight.

[a-song-for-ages]

Aegon and Dacaerys are going to be a toxic couple. It isn't going to be good - he's insecure, and she's extremely lonely, so they take comfort in one another. But he's also a drunk, and behaves extremely different (because he's drunk), which leads to a lot of abuse on his apart to Dacaerys.

But I plan on her being able to handle Aegon - she learns the tell-tale signs of when he's drunk, and prefers to leave him to whores - girly actually runs out of the room at night once and tells Ser Harrold, who is like second family to this girl (because of Rhaenyra), and tells him, "I think my husband needs more than o can give him. Perhaps he could get aide from the Street of Silk?" Of course, it's extremely awkward - but Dacaerys does not want to make herself a victim, nor can she come to terms that she is actually a victim, so much of Aegon's misdoing's to her is covered up by her own self.

And if it isn't, then it is covered up by his mother. When Dacaerys learns of this, she comes to realise that she really has been dealt a horrible hand at life - that the Greens truly hold her as hostage to her mother, and that it would be better if they had no hold over her.

Dacaerys also knows that Aegon himself believes he isn't fit for the throne - it isn't even his (she's heard him say this on many nights), and knows that her husband will never be able to be in a place of power on his own. If he is given power, he will not be the one who gives say to anything - he will be a meer puppet and his mother, or grandfather, will be the puppeteer.

Dacaerys at least knows who's her true enemy - but that doesn't mean she disregards Aegon entirely as her enemy. He is not the husband she ever dreamt of. Not a knight, not a man of honour. He's callous, and rude, and she cannot think this to be a mask, because how can a person live behind a mask for so long?

So, yeah,

Their relationship is going to be very, very difficult to write. Not difficult, just long, because the only time Aegon changes, I suppose, is when he is brought away from his family - King's Landing, and when he is made to stay at Dragonstone. Not because anyone is forcing him, but because, well, Caerys is pregnant, and the child is most definitely his. (And if it isn't? Well, he thinks he has enough bastards of his own - not that Caerys will ever know she does lol)

But yes, Aegon goes to Dragonstone, and living there, under the roof of his sister in place of his mother and grandfather, he is forced to behave differently - because Daemon, well, he doesn't sit at the head of the table, but Rhaenyra does, and if there is any slight to their daughter, well, Aegon saw what happened to Vaemond... but in truth, if Aegon were to disrespect Dacaerys, Rhaenyra and Daemon's reaction would be a quiet, still thing. No one would be able to predict what they were to do to him - what they planned to do.

Daemon would be all for sending him to the wall - castrate the little green bastard - while Rhaenyra would only care for the happiness of her daughter. Get a divorce (no, put down the divorce rock, Daemon), and send him back to his mother in King's Landing. He can continue to be a second child, while Rhaenyra's own second child (Dacey) will have Dragonstone be left in her name. (After all, it was decided that Jace would be the heir and Prince of the Realm, Luke would be Lord and Prince of Driftmark, and Dacey would be Princess of Dragonstone - a thing that thrilled her as a child because "I can have dragonstone? Truly?")

Lol and this is just the relationship stuffies going on with Dacey and Aegon. Can't wait for the relationship stuffies with Luke and (I like the name Aurea so let's go with that) Aurea. It's not abusive, no, but I'm not sure if it's healthy yet because there is quite literally no relationship there. (Perhaps she would have preferred Jace, but Daemon said hell no. Rhaenyra also wanted at least one of her sons to be married to Laena's daughter, and Baela and Jace were already closer than Jace and Aurea - so that was a thing that was set from birth.) Also, Viserys was like "k if you and laena promised your children to each other, then let it be the firstborns. Lucerys will then marry Aurea."

Brb kicking my feet in the air giggling

[regioonlineofficial]

De Sint Rosa karavaan, met haar parade aan rariteiten en beleving, slaat wederom haar tenten op van 25 t/m 27 augustus op de Schootsvelden in Sittard. Burgers en buitenlui komt dat zien, en ervaar de magie van het samen bewonderen en beleven. Sint Rosa Festival Het Sint Rosa festival presenteert een grotendeels gratis muziek- en theaterfestival met vermaak en vertier uit alle windstreken in een decor van kermis van weleer. Ontdek op de Schootsvelden in Sittard een magische wereld met duizenden lichtjes, buitenissige artiesten, fantastische muzikale optredens en kunstzinnige warmte. Vervolg je route, omringd met heerlijk eten, gezelligheid en magische verwondering, door een bezoek te brengen aan de mooie, gekke tentjes waar je vervolgens bizarre dingen meemaakt en aantreft. Dans tot in het ochtendgloren in de mahoniehouten danspaleizen van weleer. Overdag plezier voor het hele gezin en in de avond ontluiken de rauwe randjes in de schaduwen van de vlammen van de vuurkorven. Muziek is het kloppend hart van het Sint Rosa festival Het zinderende geluid trekt je van je stoel. Kom, dans en swing met ons tot diep in de nacht. In een verzameling van oude mahoniehouten danspaleizen, behangen met spiegels, en oude variététenten, daar waar de muzikale noten nog tastbaar zijn, in een omgeving waar de tand des tijds nog niet heeft toegeslagen, presenteert het Sint Rosa festival een ongekende, nog nooit eerder vertoonde, keur aan muzikale hoogstandjes. Dans tot in het ochtendgloren in de mahoniehouten danspaleizen van weleer, met onder andere; Quique – Michelle David & The True Tones – Pollux Duit Springsteen – Hard2Get meets De Paek – DeWolff – Boaz – De Grote Karaokeshow – Komodo – A Murder in Mississippi – Mega Sing Along met Dorona Alberti – Baron – Elephant – Orange Skyline – Big Band Time Out – Janse Bagge Bend – Small Time Crooks – TräckSäck – Muyayo Rif – Skinnie & band – DJ Tonnie's Viniellie – DJ H.A.R. en nog veel meer. Circus & theater Dit jaar zorgen Circus Zazara en L'Homme Cirque voor bijzondere circusvoorstellingen tijdens het Sint Rosa Festival. Om de circusvoorstellingen van Circus Zanzara en L'Homme Cirque te bezoeken, heb je een toegangsticket nodig. Tickets zijn de koop via www.sintrosa.nl Circus Zanzara – Prisao Felice De directie van Zanzara heeft zo haar eigen ideeën over een circusvoorstelling. Zanzara mixt circus, straattheater en theater en speelt de acts met een brede glimlach en geregeld een dikke knipoog. Die zien de kinderen niet, maar hun ouders , opa's en oma's wel. En dat is precies de bedoeling. De circusfamilie wil dat de kinderen én hun ouders zich vermaken. Dat ze een middag beleven om nog eens aan terug te denken. U bent dus gewaarschuwd! En vooral van harte uitgenodigd. Let op: Circus Zanzara speelt op veler verzoek de voorstelling Prisao Felice nog een keer, maar dan bijgeschaaft én met een twist. L'Homme Cirque Stel je eens voor, een heel circusprogramma uitgevoerd door één persoon. Geïnspireerd door zijn jarenlange tournees met Cirque du Soleil, Le cirque Knie en het Big Apple Circus van New York, heeft de "Lord of the Wire" David Dimitri zich alle kunsten in één persoon verenigd. De "virtuoze koorddanser" wordt zo een spectaculaire circusman die zelfs het risico neemt om door een echt kanon gekatapulteerd te worden en op te stijgen naar de sterren. Een unieke show, die acrobatiek, humor en poëzie combineert... tot groot genoegen van het hele gezin. Theatertent Deluxe Na het succes van vorig jaar, zoekt het Sint Rosa festival ook dit jaar de samenwerking met het Toon Hermans Theater op. Neem een kijkje in Theatertent Deluxe voor diverse voorstellingen; Opera Compact – Van 't padje af, Café Chantant, De Cabaret Club – Finelabel, Limburgs Toneel met De Snorroos, Kraak & Smaak soundsystem en Cocobolo. Bijzondere mensen Een greep uit onze bijzondere mensen en acts; de koorddanser, het vlooiencircus, de Stoelenman, Gilbert the Charlatan, Reinier Barbier, Clown Desalles, kleine mensen, burlesque danseressen.

Ook de kermisattracties die sfeer van nostalgie ademen, kijkwerk uit vervlogen tijden met een eigentijdse invulling, het Kortste Concert, Info*Matic's, Buitencinema en nog veel meer zijn te vinden op het festivalterrein. Dit alles ondergedompeld in een mystieke vrolijke sfeer. De parade maar dan anders: magie, verwondering en bizarre belevenissen voor jong en oud. Onze zeldzame mensen heten u welkom in hun zotte samenleving. Gratis muziekprogramma Het Sint Rosa festival is gratis toegankelijk, alle muzikale optredens zijn dus gratis te bezoeken. Voor alle kermisattracties is er een kermiskaart te kopen, waarmee je 10x kunt genieten van nostalgische kermisattracties, zoals de Nostalgische Spin, Big Eli Wheel, Cake Walk, Luchtschommels, Zwanenzweef Tunnelbaan en nog veel meer. Let op: voor de circusvoorstellingen heb je wel een toegangsticket nodig. Voor het volledige programma en circustickets kijk je op www.sintrosa.nl. Volg ook de Facebook- en Instagrampagina om op de hoogte te blijven van alle nieuwtjes.

[didanawisgi]

THE SPIRIT OF MERCURY

“What I intend to convey is that the Spirit of the Metal is the Spirit of Mercury (a volatile essence which in its gaseous state is an Aether), the Sulphur is the Soul or the Blood, and the Salt the Ashes or the Body.

Again I quote from Basilius Valentinus, Father of Modern Chemistry:

'Of the Spirit of Mercury.'

'Though I have a peculiar Stile in writing, which will seem strange unto many, causing strange Thoughts and Fancies in their Brains, yet there is reason enough for my so doing; I say enough, that I may remain by my own experience, not esteeming much of others prating, because it is concealed in my knowledge, Seeing having alwaies the preheminence before Hearing, and Reason hath the praise before Folly: Wherefore I now say, that all visible, tangible things are made of the Spirit of Mercury, which excels all earthly things of the whole world, all things being made out of it, having their Off-spring only from it; for all is found therein which can perform all whatsoever the Artist desires to find; It is the beginning to operate Metals, when it is become a spiritual Essence, which is meer Air flying to and fro without wings; it is a moving wind, which after it is expelled its dwelling by Vulcan, it is driven into its Chaos, where it again enters, and resolves itself into the Elements, where it is elevated and attracted by the Sydereal Stars after a Magnetical manner unto themselves, out of love, whence he proceeded before, and was operated because it affects its like again, and attracts it to it.

But if this Spirit of Mercury can be caught, and made corporal, it resolves into a Body, and becomes a pure, clear, transparent water, which is the true spiritual water, and the first Mercurial Root of the Minerals and Metals, spiritual, intangible, incombustible, without any mixture of earthly Aquosity; it is that Celestial water, whereof very much hath been written; for by this Spirit of Mercury all Metals, may if need require, be broken, opened, and resolved into their first Matter, without Corrosive; it renews the age of Man or Beast, even as the Eagles; it consumes all evil, and conducts a long Age to long Life.

This Spirit of Mercury is the Master-Key of my Second Key, whereof I wrote in the beginning; wherefore I will call; Come ye Blessed of the Lord, be anointed, and refreshed with water, and embalm your Bodies, that they may not putrefie or stink; for this Celestial Water is the beginning, the Oyl, and the means, seeing it burns not, because it is made of spiritual Sulphur; the Salt Balsam is corporal, which is united with the Water by the Oyl, whereof I will afterwards treat more at large, when I shall write of them, and mention them.”

“And here the words of Alexander von Suchten, from the 'Blessed Casket of Nature's Marvels' by Benedictus Figulus:

'The primary matter of man and the primary matter of the great world are one and the same thing. But this primary matter of the world and of man is a Crystalline Water of which Holy Writ says "Before God created Heaven and Earth, the Spirit of the Lord brooded over the waters." This water became a primary matter of both.

But where remains the Spirit of the Lord, which brooded over the waters, after the two worlds, i.e. heaven and earth, and man had been created from the same? I reply, in the primary matter of man and of the world, God who is Perfection, has wished to dwell in Man.

But here the following question might be put; how did man know since the primary matter of man and the world is a crystalline water how could man know whether the Spirit of the Lord had remained in this primary matter of the world, or of man? I reply, he knew it by the Art of Water, for Water was his teacher.

This teacher shewed him how the world dies, how the Spirit departs from it, how the body is without spirit, the spirit without body. He saw how the spirit returns to the body, and the body revives.

He saw by the decay of the world that it did not become again what it had been before. Hence it became plain to him that God dwells not in that which passes away, but in that which is eternal.'”

- “Alchemy rediscovered and restored” by Archibald Cockren

Pic. Source: Besondere Chymische Schrifften, Urbigerus, Baro, c. 1705

[emptymanuscript]

Today’s strike of inspiration for the game world that is starting to assemble itself it my head:

There are as many legends of the beginnings of the world as there are peoples to tell them. But eventually they all merge in the great lost city of Lud-Kamylon.

Ruled by Queen Morgan and King Arthur, Sister and Brother, Seventh Born and Thirteenth Born, H-Meer rider and T-Rex rider, Powerful and Wise, Lud-Kamylon thrived and grew for Seven years.

On the eighth year came the great drought and the great famine on the ninth. The tenth year brought raiders and the eleventh year brought wars. The twelfth year was called the year of refugees as even most of the powerful and wise cities who thought themselves well stocked and prepared  crumbled. Lud-Kamylon was one of the few who clung to life by its fingernails dug deep into the cracked dirt.

In the thirteenth year of their reign, when all the world was wounded and weak, tired and hungry, the Devils came over the walls of the world. Strong and terrible, vicious and ravenous, they consumed and destroyed. And all the peoples of the world feared death and the end of all things.

Alone among the great remaining rulers, Morgan and Arthur rose to the challenge. In the great lost city of Lud-Kamylon defenses were raised and succor granted, war was planned and all peoples armed. The great breeding kennels of the King’s own T-Rex’s were emptied and a legion of the clever beasts were gifted to anyone worth the saddle. Arthur himself, with his loyal Kailydun, veterans of raids and veterans of wars, taught them all, high and low, the art of the rider and art of the bow. Morgan herself, with her loyal Volylud, veterans of raids and veterans of wars, taught them all the art of the sword and the art of the terrible utterance.

From Lud-Kamylon came their warbands, courageous and noble, fighting and freeing. They broke open the food pens full of people. They shattered the breeding kennels full of dinosaurs. And the Devils who thought they had found easy prey in this world found themselves fighting a war on two fronts. On one side they faced all of humanity united under one banner in clever formation and well trained. On the other they faced the ravenous beasts of the world hungry and wild.

As the forces of Lud-Kamylon gained ground humanity and dinosaur learned from each other’s tactics and how to take advantage of the other’s strength. Until the world was a great wheel with Lud-Kamylon at the center, the Devils at the rim and all the clashes of war between. But in the hammer and anvil of humanity and the wall, the Devils, too, were forged. From ravening raiders to warbands. From footsoldiers to dinosaur riders. And the war for the world became a stalemate where both must die.

At last the true Devil, the King of the other world, sisterless, came forth himself on his corrupted H-Meer which breathed disease and stomped fire. His war cries broke the wills of the weak. His bow shot a thousand arrows. His terrible magic turned the tide again.

But in his pride, the Devil made a mistake. He clustered his forces in pale imitation of Lud-Kamylon. A slipshod fortress with a crooked tower for his command. This he claimed as the destroyed great city of Lud-Bobora. So Morgan and Arthur, too, brought all their forces together and surrounded Lud-Borbora in a killing circle. Had the Devil himself not been among them, the war would have been over. But the sisterless King raised his dead to fight again and was as powerful as a second army himself. And the battle took more and more so that the dead alone would rule the world.

So Queen Morgan and King Arthur, brother and sister, mounted their loyal companions, Volylud, now the last of her kind, huge as a hill, her feathers green as wet grass and strong as a mountain, her forepaws an earthquake, and Kailydun, now the lord of all dinosaurs, iron toothed like a battalion’s swords with sleek feathers tough as their shields. They rode together and held together flags of parley. They were permitted through the gates of Lud-Borbora and into the tower of the Devil to treat with him. All legends agree the three met and spoke for hours and all legends agree that only Arthur, now sisterless, emerged from the tower of Lud-Borbora.

Some legends say Morgan sacrificed herself to be the Devil’s Peace-Bride. Some say the Devil gave Brother and Sister cursed food at his guest table so they would have to join him but only Morgan tasted it before they discovered the treachery. Some say Morgan and the Devil, master and mistress of the lost arts of magic dueled honorably with Arthur as arbiter and in the duel they destroyed each other. Some claim the Devil raised his weapon in open treachery at the first and a war of attrition raged until Arthur, lone survivor, emerged. Some dark cults even claim that the Devil stole Arthur’s skin for his own body and slew Morgan to make sure no human loyal to their memory would ever know. The most repulsive few dare to claim that it was Arthur who raised his sword in treachery, inspired by the Devil, he cut down his rival and then his sister so he alone would rule the world.

But no matter the legend, all agree that Arthur came forth a different man for the loss of his Queen. He called forth all his armies to attack and destroy Lud-Borbora without quarter or mercy for Devil or slave, traitor or dinosaur. Lud-Borbora was destroyed, all its peoples slaughtered, its ashes scattered to the winds, and its trails destroyed so not one sign of it would remain. Destroyed Lud-Borbora was erased from the world without one sign of help from the true Devil or his corrupted Meer.

The world was cleansed. At last the people of the world could weep for their losses and the sky wept with them. Arthur, sisterless King of the World, lead them home to Lud-Kamylon amid growing fields. The rain watered the world and the tears watered the world. The ashes fertilized the world and the dead fed the world. In the first year of the lonely reign, all the world blossomed and grew as if to make up for all the years of want. But as the world bloomed, Arthur faded next to his sister’s empty throne. He turned a blind eye to the people’s needs and sent out warbands instead of settlers.

Where Lud-Kamylon had once been the last place of succor, it became the last greedy holdout of war and misery. So the people scattered and the warbands disbanded far afield and the great city fell into ruins. Most agree that in the end only Arthur, King of nothing but stone, remained alone in Lud-Kamylon when even Volylud had died and Kailydun had fled to rule from the wilds. The last man with nothing but an empty seat beside him. Lud-Kamylon, the once blessed, became his cursed tomb and no one went back to Lud-Kamylon lest they too come to welcome death because they survived.

Only when people grew used to a rich world again and bore a generation with no memory of the great war and the terrible tragedies did people again go looking for the bones and treasures of Arthur and his city. But by then the way to Lud-Kamylon had been lost and it was never found again, though all the lands of the world have been searched. So nothing was left but to toast to the lost Queen and King, the only pair to ever rule all the world from wall to wall and sea to sea. There was nothing to do but drink to Lud-Kamylon who saved the world in their years of need. All that was left was to pour out the dregs to Morgan lost to the Devil, Arthur lost to his grief, and Lud-Kamylon lost to victory.

- From Ritterin Jacoba and Ritter Wilhelm Grimm Zu Hessen-Kassel’s History of the World’s Legends

[khutbahs]

Preparing to meet Allah!

In the Quran, Allah (TrueGod) refers to himself as "Rabb" in several places. When it is used with the definite article Ar (Ar-Rabb) the Arabic word denotes "the Lord (God)". In the Quran, Allah (God) refers to himself as "Rabb" in several places. When it is used with the definite article Ar (Ar-Rabb) the Arabic word  meaning of the word is "sustainer, cherisher, master, nourisher. The first main meaning is to be lord, owner, or master. The second main meaning is to take care of, nourish,  sustain, and provide for, and the third is to raise or bring up. Linguistically, Rabb is a term used for the owner (maalik), the master (as-sayyid), the one Who takes care of, sustains, nourishes and provides or takes care of everything.

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[missjillyv1991]

The Lone Wolf of House Lannister

From my FanFiction account with the same username, here is my longest running fic :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing: A Song of Ice and Fire is the property of GRRM and I wish that I owned Game of Thrones so that the final season was not such a friggin disaster.

                          Chapter 1: When the Past Comes Knocking

It was midday by the time Lyra awoke to the hot, bright Dornish sun. Groaning at a bright ray shining directly into her face, thus making her skin hot, she pulled a pillow over her head as a shield against the offending light and its heat. Last night she had celebrated her nineteenth name day with her family. It was a quiet, reserved family affair; rather than the large celebration she had for her eighteenth name day, which included many of the nobility of Dorne. Still though, to this very day, Lyra felt embarrassed about the whole affair, but her family had insisted that her eighteenth name day be a grand affair.

It's the day you reach majority! You must have a celebration, was what her mother, Meria Martell, had argued when Lyra told her that she didn't want an affair of a celebration that day.

I'm not a Martell! Lyra had stubbornly grumbled back to her mother.

You may be a Stark in name, but you are still half Martell. Besides, t'would be inappropriate not to have a celebration for the future Lady Stark of Winterfell, Lyra's uncle, Prince Oberyn Martell, had argued to her response. After stubbornly arguing back and forth between her mother and uncle, Lyra realized that neither would budge on the issue. In the end, Lyra relented and her mother planned a rather grand affair for her day of majority. In fact, the even was so grand that even her betrothed, Robb Stark, traveled all the way down to Sunspear for the event; of course, he was accompanied by his mother, Aunt Cat, who is the current Lady Stark, Robb's sibling's, the lady-like Sansa, the ornery Arya, little Bran, and the Stark's ward, Theon Greyjoy.

Thankfully though, for her nineteenth name day, Lyra's Martell family allowed for a more reserved family affair; however, could one ever actually call any Martell celebration a "reserved, family affair"? Of course not! Everybody was drunk off of the finest wine in Dorne, even Prince Doran! The wine, of course, being compliments of Prince Doran himself whenever there was any kind of celebrating in his household. Lyra's other uncle, however, the fiery passionate Prince Oberyn, was always drunk at every celebration he has ever been to; unlike his older brother, Prince Doran, who rarely got drunk and always has a calm, collected demeanor. In fact, sometimes Prince Doran could be so cool headed that Lyra even wondered if he was actually a descendent of the Rhoynar. Of course, always drinking alongside Oberyn, his paramour, the exotic and equally passionate Ellaria Sand, was always drunk along with him. In addition, Oberyn's bastard daughters, Lyra's cousins, who were collectively known as the Sand Snakes, were typically drunk as well if they were old enough so stay up all night at feasts. There was also Princess Arianne, Lyra's buxom oldest cousin, and Prince Doran's heir, who drank a lot as well; unlike her younger brother, Prince Trystane, who tended to drink less, much like his father. Finally, there was Lyra's mother, Princess Meria, the 'little sister' of Doran and Oberyn, who had insisted that her only child's name day not go unnoticed at least to her family; which all led to last night's fun! With all the drinking and laughing and stories shared, Lyra couldn't help but to actually enjoy her name day. Something she didn't do often.

For Lyra, having the family involved in any celebration was always a painful reminder that her father was never around; the Mad King saw to that before she was old enough to remember him. The most painful reminder these affairs brought these days, though, was the fact that Lyra was a Stark and not a Martell. Granted, Lyra was proud to be a Stark, but at times, she also wished that she was a Martell like the rest of her family. Her father was Brandon Stark, and his only legitimate heir, but Lyra had grown up in Sunspear and she knew the Dornish better than the Northmen. Needless to say, she had rather complicated feelings about her place in the world. Lyra was the sole Stark in a family of Martells; who, to their credit, always treated her as family and always made her feel like their home was also her home; a place to feel like she belonged. Still, though, no matter how much she was loved by her Martell family, it was a reminder that she was all but actually banished from what should be her true "Homeland": the North.

Lord Eddard Stark, Lyra's lord uncle whom she rarely saw, was a "Man of Honor", as they call them outside of Dorne, and he did not feel right about the fact that his older brother's only child, the child who should be the true heir to Winterfell, would never receive her title; which is why she has been betrothed to her cousin, Robb Stark, Ned's oldest son and heir to Winterfell. Ever since Lyra was eleven and Robb was ten they were told that they would one day be wed, which is why her and her mother make a trip to the North once a year and stay with the Starks for a month, without the other Martells. It always feels foreign and strange to Lyra every time they make these trips; she was so used to the familiarity and the natural inclusion of the Martells that her Stark family, the family that is supposed to be her main family, always felt more like friendly strangers with whom she spent a month with once a year. To their credit, the Stark children and Ned always did their best to make her feel welcome, which made her feel guilty because she knew that the North would never be her real home. However, Aunt Cat, Lady Stark, is cordial to Lyra, but she also keeps her at a distance, like Jon Snow, Ned's bastard. Lyra's mother always said that Aunt Cat treated her this way because she didn't understand the love her and Brandon had for each other, but Lyra knew better. When she was old enough to understand the relationship between Jon and Aunt Cat, and why Cat hated her kind, noble cousin so much, Lyra realized that Cat was a proud woman and Jon's presence wounded her pride, which is why she also could not be close with Lyra; like Jon, Lyra's existence wounded her pride because she was the constant reminder that Brandon broke his oath to marry her by marrying Lyra's mother on an impulse instead. Though Lyra supposed that she should feel lucky that she was not treated with open contempt like Jon, and that Cat actually tried to be an aunt to her, but her pride always got in her way. Apparently, at least according to Robb, Aunt Cat's pride and inability to accept Jon's meer existence, as well as her pride and inability to be a proper aunt and future mother-in-law to Lyra, caused quite some contention between Lord and Lady Stark. Lyra tried to be understanding and to see these situations from her aunt's point of view, but it still hurt Lyra that she was being punished for her father's broken oath, and Aunt Cat's open contempt and loathing of Jon absolutely made her blood boil to the point that she would sometimes excuse herself to avoid an outburst of anger towards her future mother-in-law.

The Houses Martell and Stark, of course, always enjoyed the political aspect of this marriage alliance; together, they had Westeros closed in from the North and the South (though Dorne was not "technically" The South). Even the children got to enjoy this alliance in various ways; for one, Sansa got to enjoy the alliance when the small Martell party brought their annual crate of lemons as part of their gift to House Stark for having them as guests every year. As for Theon Greyjoy, he got to enjoy the Dornish handmaidens accompanying the Martell party. Robb, on the other hand, got to enjoy the presence of his betrothed, something he did not truly care for or look forward to until he was about fourteen years; as children, Lyra and Robb were always more or less playmates. They would usually either practice archery or spar with training swords, which Lyra usually beat him at, thus earning her the response from little Robb that as his future lady he was simply letting her win; or Lyra would join Sansa, Jon, and Robb in playing knights and maidens. During this game, Sansa and Lyra would dress up in their finest dresses and borrow their mothers' jewels, while Robb and Jon would duel for their favor. When they all became older, however, these games stopped and Robb and Lyra's relationship and interactions changed.

When Robb was around fourteen years of age, Lyra began to see him differently; rather than another child to play with, Robb and herself began to see each other as something more akin to romantic partners to whom were betrothed. She supposed it was likely due to the fact that he was beginning to reach manhood and finally became taller than her, but Lyra began to actually flirt with Robb. A gesture which he was initially shy to return, but gradually Robb began to do so happily as they spent much more time together, alone; which sometimes led to some rather scandalous activities. At this point, Lyra found herself beginning to find Robb to be quite handsome. Lyra had always found her uncles, Ned and Benjen Stark, to be rather handsome men; in fact, Lyra found many men with the traditional Northern build and coloring to be quite handsome. Robb, despite having inherited more Tully features like his mother, was built more like the Northmen; having a stronger, taller, and more rugged build like his Stark relatives, a trait he shared with almost all of his siblings. Dornishmen were typically average in height, but very lean and graceful in build, which are the kind of men Lyra was used to seeing. She supposed that perhaps the reason why she found Robb so much more appealing than the Dornishmen who often tried to woo her, was because he was a Northman like her father; or perhaps, he simply seemed more exotic to her than the Dornishmen.

Lyra, on the other hand, had inherited more Martell features, but she did still have some of the tell-tale Stark traits from her father; she was a little taller than the average Dornish woman, had thick long waves of dark hair, and a long face like the Starks, but she was built lean, had dark eyes, and olive skin (albeit fair olive skin, unlike the traditional Dornishman) like the Martells. In addition, her nick-name in childhood had been "horse face", a trait Lyra shared with her cousin Arya Stark, and something the Stark boys and Theon occasionally made fun of her for. However, the way Robb has looked at her during her visit when she was sixteen years, told her that he no longer found her face to be so long. In fact, he even teased her good naturally about the fact that she had "grown into her face quite prettily". For years, their houses had been trying to make them spend more time together in order to spark romantic interest, which had been all for naught until then. Now Lyra and Robb enjoy their time together, and he feels more like a friend and suitor now. Robb may not be passionate or fiery like her or her family, he was more cold and reserved like his father in Lyra's opinion. However, Lyra did not mind this because in turn, Robb was kind, noble, and honorable; he was a good man. Despite the fact that Lyra was bored in his company sometimes, she felt like she could marry him and be happy as his lady wife. Admittedly, she may need to get used to the North, but eventually she felt she could be happy being the Lady Stark of Winterfell, a title she should have had since her father's death. A title she would soon have since Robb had already had his eighteenth name day some time ago and their families were now talking about marriage arrangements during their last visit to Winterfell.

Despite all of this however, Lyra would say that she was probably closest with Jon Snow out of all of her Stark cousins. It was Aunt Cat's ire towards her, and to a much greater degree, Jon Snow, which ended up being the whole reason why her and Jon were so close. Lyra and Jon would spar with sticks as children, and when they got a little older, they would even sneak a spar here and there with sparring swords. Robb would never spar with Lyra after he was fourteen years, claiming it as "unfair" and "dishonorable" for him to fight a future lady, especially if said lady were to be his lady one day.

*****************************************************************************************************As Lyra was just about to doze off again, she got knocked in the face by something furry.

"Meraxes!" It was Lyra's cat who had jumped on to her pillow, the cat she had received from her deceased uncle, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, when she was about five. Her and her parents were visiting King's Landing and she had befriended her cousin, Princess Rhaeneys. Prince Rhaegar and Princess Ellia were so pleased that both girls had become so close, that they each received a kitten to celebrate the occasion. Rhaeneys had named her cat "Balerion" after one of Aegon the Conqueror's dragons; so Lyra, being just a little girl and wanting to emulate her royal cousin and friend, felt inclined to name her cat "Meraxes", especially since that was the name of the dragon that her cousin's namesake rode, Queen Rhaenys, one of King Aegon's sister wives.

"Silly cat..." Lyra muttered as she gently lifted the elderly cat down.

"Ugh...seven hells...", Tyene mumbled to herself, waking up. "Did we really fall asleep talking all night?" Tyene questioned Lyra.

"Yep", Lyra answered, stretching. "You were going on and on and on about how much you fancied Prince Doran's newly pledged knight", Lyra rolled her eyes at her cousin. Tyene was so fierce as a warrior but she tended to fall for knights like a love-sick maiden.

"It's midday, let's see if there's still any breakfast left", Lyra said splashing the cold water on her face. Drying her face with a towel, she began brushing her hair down, which had become rather volumized and frizzy from sleeping. Lyra considered herself rather fortunate to inherit straighter, finer hair than Tyene, who kept hers short so that it was easier to "deal with" as she had put it. Lyra generally just wore her hair down and brushed, preferring the freedom, but she did have the sides pinned back a little so that they would stay out of her way. She also normally wore black kohl liner and lined her eyes similar to a wolf's, it highlighted the brown in her eyes and made them more prominent while also protecting them from the rays of the Dornish sun; but now, Lyra was tired and just wanted to eat. Throwing on a light purple dress and black belt, she waited for Tyene to finish getting ready, then they went down to the kitchens to, embarrassingly, pick at the remnants of fresh fruit brought out for this morning's breakfast.

*****************************************************************************************************Getting down to the kitchens and seeing that all of the fruit from breakfast had been consumed, Lyra and Tyene had to beg for some bacon, cheese and toast. The head chef finally relented, called it a late birthday gift to Lyra, and told them not to make a habit out of it. Bringing their food to the main Dinning Hall, where the rest of the Martells were having their midday meal, the two girls sat down with the rest of the family.

"Hey!" Tyene exclaimed to her older sisters, Obara and Nymeria, "you could have woken us up you know!"

"Oh but little sister!" Obara sarcastically said, "you were so besotted with Prince Doran's new knight that we thought to give you and Lyra the day to recover from all the talking Tyene probably did". Obara was goading Tyene, something Nymeria usually did; but Obara thought it shameful that her little sister acted this way around knights.

Tyene was about to retort back when Doran's Head Guard, Areo Hotah, came in. "Lady Lyra", Areo addressed her, "Prince Doran has just received a raven from Winterfell and requests your presence. Your mother has already arrived. I would be happy to escort you". Areo was scary-looking, as a hulking fierce warrior wielding an axe-like spear should look, but he was always very calm and polite. Doran and Oberyn often spoke of his ferocity in battle, but they also joked about how polite and professional he was outside the battlefield.

Lyra trailed behind Areo Hotah as he led her down the hallways towards Prince Doran's solar. It was a beautiful day with a mild breeze. Maybe it's cool enough to go for a ride later, Lyra absentmindedly thought to herself.

Arriving at Prince Doran's solar, Areo announced Lyra to her own uncle and mother, who looked as if they were in the heat of a passionate argument. Lyra's presence interrupting their argument, they both stared at her a moment before her mother spoke.

"Lyra", Meria said, glaring daggers at Doran, "the Prince of Dorne has something to tell you".

Prince Doran, considered his sister for a moment with a look of distaste before composing himself back into his usual cool manner. "Robb Stark has called in his banner men in the North", he began.

Lyra, quickly realizing the gravity of the situation, sat down and seriously listened to Doran's words. Quickly sobering up.

"He is proclaiming himself 'King in the North'", Doran continued, occasionally glancing at the scroll, "he wants to expedite your marriage, making you 'Queen in the North'. In return, he wants my men to fight in his war. He is promising that in return, he will help Dorne, the North, and the Riverlands break away from the Crown. King Robb tells us that upon winning against the Crown, Dorne will be freed from the Seven Kingdoms and regain it's former glory as an independent kingdom of Westeros", Doran finished. He must have then seen the worry written all over Lyra's hungover face because he added, "Do not worry child. You will not be going". At this Lyra's mouth dropped.

"W-wha", Lyra was lost for words. The Martells hated the Lannisters and the Crown because it was held by King Robert Baratheon, the man who wanted the deaths of Lyra's cousins by her deceased aunt, Ellia, and uncle, Rhaegar Targaryen. The man who also upheld Ned's claim to Winterfell over Lyra's by Royal Decree so that Ned's claim would be uncontested, and so that Dorne, fighting alongside the Targaryens, would not lead the North against his rebellion. Dorn had the opportunity to finally get revenge on the Lannisters, specifically Lord Tywin, and Baratheons.

"What in the Seven Hells?! Why not?!" Lyra exclaimed to her uncle the Prince. Why were the Martells not taking this "golden" opportunity that would make Dorne an independent kingdom again, make Lyra a queen, regain her seat in Winterfell, and fulfill their long held family revenge in one bloody war? Doran's gaze hardened, reminding Lyra that though he is a gentle ruler and an old, wheelchair bound man, he was still THE Prince of Dorne.

"Because King Robb may have won every battle so far, but he cannot win this war", Doran spat this more to Lyra's mother, Meria, who was still glaring daggers at him, rather than to Lyra herself. "Tywin Lannister is a seasoned general, and he has won every war he's ever fought". Doran looked back at Lyra continuing, "I have much better plans concerning your future than for you to become the fallen queen of a traitor king".

Softening his gaze at his niece, Doran then asked, "Do you understand why I cannot let you marry Robb Stark?"

Lyra calmed herself and considered Doran's words about Lord Tywin Lannister. He is the same man who slaughtered House Reyne and effectively kept the Seven Kingdoms at relative peace while the Mad King was tearing it apart. After much consideration concerning Tywin's long history in battles and in wars, Lyra begrudgingly came to the conclusion that Doran was right.

"I understand why Prince Doran", Lyra finally answered.

"Good", he replied, relaxing back into his wheelchair, "now, go on and have your midday meal with your cousins".

As Lyra got up to leave her uncle and mother, Doran suddenly spoke to her just before pulling the door open to exit his solar.

"Please-" Doran suddenly stopped Lyra as she was exiting,"tell your uncle Oberyn that our sister and I would like a word".

With that, Lyra left for the Main Dinning Hall.

Princess Meria, however, was not easily pacified on the matter. "Doran, THIS is our opportunity! Why are we not taking it?! An alliance like this with the North would create the perfect strategy to become and remain independent again as a kingdom! The northern most regions in alliance with the southern most region would create the perfect pincer move against the Crown! We could have Tywin and that awful King, Joffery, on their knees, begging for mercy within two years!"

"Because sister", Doran drew himself up before his younger sister, "I am The Prince of Dorne and I have spoken on the matter. In addition, your daughter's inheritance predicament gives her an opportunity for an even bigger future than Queen in the North or Lady Stark of Winterfell that will actually last". Doran looked at his little sister angrily, while she stared at him with surprise. "Now, if you will sit down and listen to me, you will understand why; and if you wait and be patient enough for the results, it will please you more than this proposal and her previous future".

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End Note: What do you think? Have I set it up well? More will be posted soon!

[chipretty1]

Wishing you and your family a blessed and joy filled celebration of Easter (the Passover), really LOCKED DOWN IN HOMES, in accurate similitude of how it was first celebrated in its original format, as Jehovah, the Great I Am, first instituted it about 3500 years ago! To be sure, this is no meer coincidence! The Lord God Almighty, the Extraordinary Strategist, is up to something good for you, your family, and the world - the works of His creation! So at these seemingly perilous times, rather chose to cheer up, rejoice and be glad; because Jesus the Christ (the true Passover Lamb) OVERCAME the world, its systems and dire storms, for you! #HAPPY EASTER! #HE IS RISEN! #DEATH COULD NOT HOLD HIM DOWN! #JESUS IS ALIVE FOREVERMORE! https://www.instagram.com/p/B-34B2LHgKp/?igshid=x43ie2q11re5

[gotham-ruaidh]

Uitlander

Previously…

Chapter 14

Preparations

Thursday, January 26, 1826

 Time passed.

 The Fraser/van der Meers – and Claire soon-to-be Fraser – attended Alex Randall’s funeral, the entire family packing into two wagons to make the journey into town. Claire sat up front, beside Jamie; she never let go of his hand during the entire graveside ceremony, not caring that Frank and Jack Randall stared at her the whole time. The funeral was thoughtful, quiet – just like Alex himself – and Governor Lord John Grey, tall, fair-haired, resplendent in his navy blue coat, had delivered remarks, speaking kind words about a man he had never met.

 Over the next few days, she shifted her responsibilities at the farm to spend as much time with Jamie as possible, helping him complete his chores. Taking him on her rounds of the workers’ cottages, to check on their well-being. Getting to know each other.

 As they mucked out the horse stalls in the barn, he told her about his brothers – Willie and Rab – who had died when he was younger; she told him about the parents she could barely remember. As she helped him stir the fermenting mash in the whisky cave, he told her about the proud history of Noord Toring, the lessons his parents has instilled in him as the heir to the farm, his dreams of planting grape vines to grow wine; he listened raptly to her tales of attending classes at Oxford (and receiving the highest marks from her teachers), and the mysterious French apothecary who had taken her as an apprentice when she was seventeen, and her dreams of publishing a book about botany. As he went over the ledgers in his father’s study, he patiently reviewed the different ways the estate made its income, and welcomed her ideas about selling jams and dried goods in the town to generate extra cash.

 And of course, they enjoyed every single stolen kiss (in the kitchen, in her still room) – and burning touch (in the garden shed, in the whisky cave) – and tender caress (in the hallway, bidding a sweet good night).

 The Catholic priest – the only one in the entire Cape Colony – would come here to Noord Toring for the wedding. No matter that the Fraser/van der Meers were of the Dutch Reformed tradition; Claire was not, and they would not ask her to convert (“God is God,” Brian had shrugged). The ceremony would take place in the parlor – big enough to fit Brian and Elin and Murtagh and Suzette and Jan and Janna and all the children, and of course all the servants and farm hands who had come to love Claire and respect her talents. Perhaps twenty-five people in total. No Randalls would attend.

 Suzette and Janna and Elin had proclaimed that Claire needed a new dress – and she had happily complied, standing patiently for what seemed like dozens of measurements and fittings. She had been more than pleased with the outcome – and knew Jamie would be as well.

 One week after their engagement – and one week prior to their wedding – Jamie and Claire settled together after dinner on the settee on the front porch. She read aloud from Rob Roy, Jamie’s head in her lap, his long limbs dangling off the rattan. He chuckled at her poor attempts at a Scottish accent. She smiled, tousling his hair, shivering when he kissed the inside of her wrist.

 Chapter done, she closed the book and watched the clouds sail over the mountains, glowing orange and gold with the sunset.

 “You’re sure you’re fine that we live in my room? It’s not that big – ”

 “I know it’s important to remain in the house, for now. Jan and Janna manage it, and I don’t see why we can’t.”

 “Yes, but they’ll likely move to their own cabin, now that they’ve got the three children.” Jamie idly drummed his fingers on the back of the settee. “I was thinking – for the days after we marry, we could stay at one of the far cabins. I’d have to clean it out, of course – but am I correct in thinking that you would want the space?”

 She bent to kiss his forehead. “Yes – for a few days. Though I’ll be happy to return home, too.”

 “Mmm.” He tilted his chin up and captured her lips in a long, slow, thoughtful kiss.

 Ulysses’ arm had healed sufficiently over the past week, and he and Phaedre had quietly started the next leg of their journey to freedom two nights before, when Fergus St. Germain – cousin of Suzette – had arrived for dinner, stayed late, and returned to his farm under cover of darkness, the two fugitives stowed safely beneath bales of hay and sacks of vegetables in the back of his wagon.

 Claire had been there to see them off, of course – together with Brian and Elin and Murtagh. She had pressed several bundles of herbs into Phaedre’s hands – meant to soothe any morning sickness, and ease any lingering pain in Ulysses’ joints – and been rewarded by an incredibly grateful hug.

 Life at Noord Toring would be anything but dull; Claire had more than demonstrated her willingness to rise to every single challenge she had faced. To be a fully participating member of the family; to be a true partner to Jamie. She was a Fraser already – and would become one in name, in six days time.

 She was thrilled – and not a small bit terrified.

[skvaderarts]

Hiraeth Chapter 26: Ultimatum

Masterlist can be found Here!

Chapter Twenty-Six: Ultimatum

Note: Stayed up all night on Thursday finalizing the last edit of the book. Only now do I realize that I probably say “probably”, “sightly”, and “seemingly” a lot. Oops, just did it again. Sorry about that. That editing experience was truly an eye-opener for me.

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Every individual drop of blood in V’s body chilled as he looked onward, truly and utterly paralyzed with fear. From the very sound of his voice to his utterly enormous size and generally grotesque appearance, nothing about the towering demon prince that stood before him didn’t intimidate V. There was a certain level of intelligence and grandeur to the way that he spoke that the young summoner found deeply unnerving and unpleasant, and he wished for nothing more than the ability to be as far away from him as possible. But the way things were going, that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. And something told him that he wouldn’t be nearly as receptive to the kinds of tricks and tactics that he used against smaller less intelligent demons.

No, this was a fully realized devil, not some lesser demon that he could easily sideswipe on the streets. There was no shortcut that he could see himself taking that could lead to an easy solution to the predicament that he was in. Truthfully,  aside from simply trying to fight Belial, V wasn’t really sure what he could do to combat his opponent. It didn’t take a mental giant to be able to tell that doing battle against such a primeval and unknowably powerful demon might easily spell the end of his life, but there was a part of him that was somewhat sure that he could probably experience worse things at the hands of his enemy than just simply dying. He genuinely hoped that he would never find out.

“I need to think this through as carefully as I can. I didn’t live this long by being foolish.” V thought to himself in silence as he stared at the looming face in front of him, refusing and unable to break eye contact. His lungs still burned from the inability to fully draw breath, cursing him for having managed to get himself into a situation like this. And although the tightness around his ribcage didn’t seem to relent any, he was sure that his bones were much more willing to oblige.

But despite everything, there was one small silver lining to this situation that he refused to even consider, lest his enemy somehow realize his true intentions: at least none of the people he cared about were here to see this and be harmed as a result. While he did care what happened to Sirrus, the knowledge that at least Nero, Dante, and even Vergil were spared this fate brought him some semblance of closure and peace. Unless Belial somehow manifested them in this place alongside him, they could not be harmed, at least not yet. He was sure that they were next on his list, regardless of how little he wanted that to be the case. But for now… 

Leaning in closer to examine its quarry, the imposing head tilted to the side much farther than it probably should have been able to, leading V to the unsettling conclusion that this creature might have either a longer neck than it probably should have, or that it had a body that allowed it to move in this kinds of manner. V scarcely wanted to imagine what the rest of Belial looked like if his face alone was this grotesque and foreign. The low rattle that accompanied the demon’s speech came just moments before it spoke, almost as if it were so large that the meer vibration caused by his vocal cords was enough to disrupt the atmosphere of the room. V wasn’t entirely sure that was out of the question, and that alone was more than slightly problematic.

“A little short on words, aren’t we? An intellectual then. You listen carefully before responding. What a welcome change from your sire, and his sire before him. Vergil seems to possess little in the way of interest in idle chitchat, one of the few things we have in common.” A distasteful look crossed Belial’s face as V listened in silence, unsure of what to say or how he could tell that the demon lord that stood before him was reacting in the way that he was. After all, how could someone read another being’s body language when they had no body to speak of? He didn’t even have a mouth to grimace with. No, it was just something in his eyes. Those five giant, all-seeing eyes.

Unable to come up with a response, V scolded himself internally for not being able to move, denoting that being able to simply shrug in a situation like this would be incalculably useful. While it might only serve to irritate the huge being that he was currently at the mercy of, it was better than accidentally telling him something that he didn’t need to know. And besides, literally any response -or lack of response- was probably all that it would take to anger a devil like this. He got the feeling that this entire situation was a ticking time bomb that he didn’t want to be at the mercy of. It was like playing Russian Roulette, except with a shotgun, and you had to look down the barrel of the gun the entire time.

Seemingly realizing that V had no intention of responding to his inquiry, Belial waited for a moment, quietly studying his “guest”. There was no reason that he shouldn’t use this opportunity to try and better his understanding of the helpless creature that he had managed to subdue. It seemed that at the very least he didn’t possess his father’s psychotic death wish, and knew that it was best to not anger him if he could avoid it. Cleaver little creature. Not many that he came across were intelligent enough to attempt to not anger him. Most tried to punch far above their league, and they paid dearly for their transgressions. Only a fool tried to do combat against something that they knew was more powerful than them, especially by that kind of margin. Be the son of one or not, V was clearly not one himself.

Although, perhaps I am being slightly uncharitable. Sparda was immensely intelligent, and only truly spoke when he was trying to kill something. But that did take up a sizeable number of his waking hours once upon a time.”

While I can admit that your silence is telling and respectable as opposed to attempting to intimidate me, it has become an inconvenience to me. You do not want to become a source of irritation for me, Nestling.” Belial said ominously, not exactly inraged, but clearly fed up with his unwilling guest’s inability (or unwillingness) to speak. “What has it been in your human years? About two-thousand years? He must be quite bored of playing human with you all by now. What is he up to these days?”

“Honestly, I couldn’t tell you,” V said in an almost resigned tone. Great, they were already getting into subject matter that he didn’t want to touch. Something told him that Belial wouldn’t believe him if he told him that he didn’t know practically anything about his grandfather. He had heard legends about the Dark Knight Sparda, but up until recently when he had become embroiled in the Redgrave Disaster, that had been all that he thought they were. Did the devil prince already know that? Was this some sort of test to see if he was going to lie to him? It was hard to tell, but everything he said or did felt like a massive misstep.

Unease gripped him as Belial fell silent, his face not showing much in the way of emotion or responsiveness. He had gone from sarcastically jovial to intimidatingly quiet in the blink of an eye, and it was genuinely unsettling. If he were willing to guess, and that was about all he could do in his current situation, he would say that the being that currently occupied most of the space that they were in (from what he could tell… ) was thinking. He had probably said something that Belial found strange or that didn’t exactly match up with what he had in mind. One could only hope that he was not the type who converted all of his negative emotions into pure rage, but he was almost certain that he knew the answer to that assumption.

Returning his attention to V, Belial loomed over him like the inevitability of death itself, something in his demeanor having shifted abruptly. V hadn’t felt safe around the towering devil before, but now… now he felt genuinely worried for his safety. There was just something about this situation that didn’t feel right, above and beyond the obvious issues that were present. No, now he was actually in danger, and he wasn’t sure that he could take on such a powerful opponent with just his summons alone. But regardless, if he had to stand his ground and fight, he wasn’t going to back down. He didn’t want to die again, but if he was going to, then it was going to happen on his terms this time.

Belial leaned in close, nearly touching V with the part of his face where his nose should have been. Up this close, V now realized that the building-sized demon actually possessed a nose of sorts. Two thin slits just above where his mouth should have been flexed as he seemed to exhale slowly, be it from a biological need to breathe, frustration, or a mixture of the two, he didn’t know. What he did know was that the devil’s breath was surprisingly cold, something that he wouldn’t have normally associated with a demon. While it was true that there were plenty of demons that were based on other elements besides fire, V was still surprised to see one up close that was this… Imposing.

“Kneel to me. Acknowledge my dominion over you. Beg for mercy.” Belial said coldly as he seemed to look into V’s very core. It was not a request so much as it was an obviously threatening demand. He expected V to do this. There was no negotiation to be had. The young summoner would either do this, or face the consequences, and that was as clear as it could be. “Do this… and I may decide that I have other uses for you other than simply exterminating you. It is a generous offer. Take it.”

Composing himself, V swallowed before gently clearing his throat. He just knew that his response wasn’t going to go over well. Despite the fact that he wasn’t even entirely sure that he could physically do that, it didn’t make much of a difference. Belial was asking him to turn his back on his friends and family, and that wasn't going to happen. Not while he still had functioning limbs and breath in his body, regardless of their admittedly undesirable condition and quantity at times. Belial was simply going to have to be disappointed, and he was not looking forward to being the one to break it to him.

“So V, are ya gonna do what he wants so he doesn’t crush every bone in your skinny ass body like an empty soda can, or are you gonna do what I think you're gonna do?” Griffon whispered in the farthest recesses of the back of his mind. V barely recognized his presence at first, only realizing a moment later that this was probably a deliberate move on his avian companion’s part to help conceal his presence. “I mean, it’s your call either way. That’s your life. Me and the kitty here are always ready to keep something from beating your scrawny butt senseless, but I’m willing to bet that I know which one of those two options he offered you hurts less. Just saying.”

“Unfortunately for us both, that is entirely out of the question. I would rather die than willingly serve his interests. That isn’t the sort of thing that I think I could fake to get him to let his guard down. And even if I could, where would I run to?” V asked calmly, seemingly understanding that the odds of getting out of a situation like this were quite low. He had no way of knowing the depths of Belial’s power, and he was positive that he didn’t want to. There was no way of being able to prepare. “I’m sorry that I dragged you into this. I could never forgive myself if I lowered myself that far.”

“Why did I just know you were gonna say that. Don’t be. Were the ones that keep showing up. We knew that we were taking a risk being around you. We just didn’t know things were gonna get this bad.” Griffon’s casual mannerisms came as a slight surprise to V as the young summoner attempted to comprehend the fact that his companion was so willing to give up everything to save him. He figured that their past experiences had strengthened their bond, and they both knew that they had managed to get out of bad situations before, but it went without saying that this time things were much different. “Okay then. That’s your choice. Can’t say I don’t understand it. I’m just glad that those are your nerve endings in the line of fire and not mine. Something tells me that he’s not gonna like your answer. Be careful, kiddo. I’m here if ya need me. But please don’t need me. I like living!”

“I know, Griffon. I know.” V whispered internally as he felt the large blue bird’s consciousness recede once again. He had taken the hint and gone back into hiding before his master could ask him to stay quiet for their combined safety. The statement had brought him a momentary measure of comfort, and he hoped that it did the same for Griffon. There was no telling what Belial would do to them if he knew that V had access to summons. He needed to have at least one ace up his sleeve in a situation like this, even if it probably wouldn’t do him much good. Hope was essential, nonetheless.

“I’m sure that you would like that, but I’m afraid that I have to decline your generous offer,” V said calmly -and almost sarcastically-, carefully contemplating his next move. He sincerely doubted that Belial wasn’t going to be at least mildly irritated by his unintentionally smartass answer. That just didn’t seem like the kind of reaction that he would have to being told no. As inconvenient as that truth was, there was no way of getting around it. No, he would just have to plunge headfirst into the flames and hope for the best.

A low rumble suddenly shook the room, rattling the space around them like marbles in a glass jar. Before V could say or do anything, he found himself falling forward towards the inky blackness before him. He landed chest first as though he had been pushed off of a cliff, only to find himself winched backward into a kneeling position, his arms behind his back. The same black tendrils that had held him in place before anchored him from behind this time, preventing him from standing or moving either of his shoulders. He was just stuck. And any disobedience movement would surely signal the end for his shoulder blades and his rotator cuff alike.

“Quite the disappointing answer to be sure, but one that I expected. You continue to surprise me. How unusual.” The demon said simply, sounding almost disinterested. Was this sarcasm?

Moments later, V felt a sharp pain in his side as one of the tendrils jabbed him in the lower left segment of his abdomen. A cold chill ran down his spine as he looked up at what he assumed to be the ceiling, feeling something cold trickle down his back and side. He liked to think that it wasn’t blood as he assumed that he would be able to better feel something like that, but he couldn’t be sure. But if it was, then there was quite a bit of it.

“You seem to have come in contact with the conduit. Just as I had suspected. It seems that my utterly worthless followers managed to do at least one advantageous thing for me in spite of their otherwise unhelpful nature.” Belial chuckled darkly, a chilling sound that seemed to echo like a storm siren in the small space that wasn’t taken up by his massive head. V got the feeling that he knew what the demon was referring to, but he genuinely didn’t want to know. “They spent too much effort on petty things like rank and uniform, and too little time working on the tasks that I assigned them that would actually yield results. They could not strike a balance between the two. But no matter. At least one of my followers managed to do their assigned duty correctly. Truly pathetic and inefficient. I am fortunate to have acquired a more advanced methodology since their liquidation.”

V craned his neck to try and see the demon, noting that a cold tingling sensation was starting to manifest in his lower extremities. His fingertips felt cold, but internally rather than externally. It was unpleasant, but not quite painful. For a moment he wondered if the strange sensation he felt had something to do with his last run-in with the cult. That was the only other time that he had ever felt anything even remotely this unpleasant.

“Go and join your little friend, nestling. I think it’s time that I attend to other matters. I will return to you sometime in the near future. Until then…“ Belial trailed off, dissipating like a cloud of ash and soot that had made contact with water. V blinked in surprise but had barely any time to respond before he felt his weight shift forward and downward all at once. And then he started to fall. Fast.

Lurching forward into nothingness, V suddenly felt the air part around him as he passed through the place where Belial’s gigantic face had been moments ago and into the endless darkness around him. Another featureless room, perhaps? He was too delirious and dizzy to be able to tell at this point. But as he attempted to sit up, his side suddenly began to sting, and this time it was considerably worse.

Scrambling slightly and gasping at the sudden discomfort, V reached over and grabbed at the darkness around him, his hand grasping something as he tried to blink away the strange sense of exhaustion that suddenly gripped him. And much to his momentary horror, something reached back and returned the favor, clamping onto him tightly.

It was Sirrus. And he had clearly seen better days.

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So how was your week?! Happy Thursday! I have some updates on friday about the books. I would have them today, but I had an awful GERD attack yesterday that took me out of commission so I didn’t get a lot done. At least the cover artwork will be done soon! See you all on friday! Now to the comment section!

[overwijs]

Dag 170 – “Speak my language”

Dit verhaal hoort bij mijn werkdag van maandag 25 januari.

Voor mijn opleiding hebben we het veel over taal, gemeenschappelijke taal met name. Wij leren tijdens de bijeenkomsten om een verandering vanuit het hart van de school te laten plaats vinden en daar is het belangrijk om elkaar goed te begrijpen. Bij een verandering maar ook bij afstemming. Voor een goed gesprek, moet je de ander letterlijk en figuurlijk verstaan.

In het onderwijs hebben we veel vaktaal en afkortingen die zo verweven zijn met ons bestaan, dat we het zelf niet eens meer doorhebben. Je merkt het als je iemand nieuw in je werk spreekt en merkt over welke woorden die persoon struikelt. Het voordeel van ons vakjargon is dat veel mensen het zelf ervaren hebben en daardoor de woorden kennen, maar de dingen veranderen en niet alle woorden blijven hetzelfde en doorstaan de tand des tijds.

Zo geef ik les op vmbo-t. “Oh, het oude mavo toch?”

Zo nemen wij SE’s af, schoolexamens. In mijn middelbare schooltijd noemde we het ED’s en de meeste mensen noemen het tentamens omdat het zo weer heet op vervolgopleidingen. De laatste schoolse herinnering van veel mensen.

Zo hebben al onze schoolvakken afkortingen die we soms zelfs niet eens helemaal kunnen uitleggen, en krijgen we als docenten ook allemaal een code die ergens voor staan. Waardoor je een rooster altijd aan brugklassers en ouders moet uitleggen.

Zo gebruiken we daarnaast nog honderden afkortingen, SO’s, HO’s, ELB, TP, Pro, PO, SLO, CSPE’s, CSE en ga zo maar door.

Het is van belang je bewust te zijn van de taal die je gebruikt, zodat je communicatie zo soepel mogelijk verloopt. Van sommige woorden realiseren wij ons niet eens dat ze ook een andere betekenis kunnen hebben. Vandaag kwam ik weer eens op een nieuw inzicht.

Na een halve dag thuiswerken mocht ik namelijk naar school, zonder dat ik les had. Aan mij de eer om bij een sollicitatiegesprek aanwezig te zijn, klein groepje in een groot lokaal. Een muzikant die over wil stappen naar het onderwijs, een uitdagende gesprekspartner. Al je gebruikelijke vragen kan je wel schrappen en je moet goed op je onderwijstaal letten, meer Jip-en-Janneke-taal aanhouden. Een gesprek geschikt voor iemand buiten het onderwijs.

Toch kwam er een onderwerp meerdere keren aan bod wat voor mij toch een duidelijke binding had met mijn onderwijspraktijk, het woord repetities viel meerdere malen. Een woord waar ik nog nooit over verschillende betekenissen had gedacht. Maar uit de context begreep ik dat de gesprekspartner er toch heel iets anders mee bedoelde dan hoe ik het ken. Ik moest uit mijn eigen referentiekader stappen om een woord wat ik minimaal wekelijks gebruik anders te horen.

Bandrepetities. Interessant hoe een repetitie in het ene vak betekent dat je (samen) aan het oefenen, verbeteren en leren bent, terwijl in een andere sector het het moment aangeeft dat je afgerekend wordt op wat je kan. Geen generale repetitie, dat noemen wij dan weer een diagnostische toets of proeftoets, maar de voorstelling zelf. Dat is bij ons een repetitie.

Bij beide oefenen en leren we om ons voor te bereiden op een eindprestatie, maar beide op zo’n verschillende manier en met zo verschillend taalgebruik. Dat blijft mij fascineren en dáár kunnen we dan weer van leren. Repetities, niet om af te rekenen, niet om te beoordelen, maar om te leren. En dan ook nog met muziek!

African hey, Jamaican hey

European hey, Australian hey

Africa, Swahili, Japan, Ichiban

Sending out a message to each and everyone

Aribi-bong, aribi-bong, skeng

Stanishi, stanishi, aribi-bong-beng

Aribi-bong, aribi-bong, skeng

Stanishi, stanishi, aribi-bong-beng

Speaking my language, everybody

Speaking my language, everybody

Hit me with your best shot girl

'Cause I'm a dread from around the world

One world that's my aim

Bad boys and we don't play games

Howdy Partner, ha ha, ting ting

What more appropriate true for Speech to release to and sing

A tune about da language that's distinguishable to some

At the first lick to the low bass line heavy island drums

Pentacostel Tongues, language indescribable unpleasant to the ears

That is unless you're inheritably tribal

Survival is the key to this here dialect family

It's the language that I speak word out to peeps

Aribi-bong, aribi-bong, skeng

Stanishi, stanishi, aribi-bong-beng

Aribi-bong, aribi-bong, skeng

Stanishi, stanishi, aribi-bong-beng

I know I talk strange but my words are true

From the land of Jah I come to you

Look in my eyes can't you see life

In my world all things are real

So jack it up, bring it back, start it again

Let's get together can't we be just friends

So jack it up, bring it back, start it again

Let's get together can't we be just friends

African hey, Jamaican hey

European hey, Australian hey

Africa, Swahili, Japan, Ichiban

Sending out a message to each and everyone

Aribi-bong, aribi-bong, skeng

Stanishi, stanishi, aribi-bong-beng

Aribi-bong, aribi-bong, skeng

Stanishi, stanishi, aribi-bong-beng

Speaking my language

Speaking my language

Speaking my language

Speaking my language

Open me up, Lord, open me up

Split my rib cage wide so I can vocally erupt

Boooom, the circle dat I hang wit da inner wit vibrations of pure love

Dat hit ya smack dab in ya center

Open me up, Lord, open me up

Split my rib cage wide so I can vocally erupt

Boooom, the circle dat I hang wit da inner wit vibrations of pure love

Dat hit ya smack dab in ya center

Aribi-bong, aribi-bong, skeng

Stanishi, stanishi, aribi-bong-beng

Aribi-bong, aribi-bong, skeng

Stanishi, stanishi, aribi-bong-beng

Speaking my language, everybody

Speaking my language, everybody

Speaking my language, everybody

Speaking my language, everybody

African hey, Jamaican hey

European hey, Australian hey

Africa, Swahili, Japan, Ichiban

Sending out a message to each and everyone

De liedjes luisteren doe je hier: https://open.spotify.com/track/2NTfWDxwLDNqrH7IkrIbzi?si=0CVbGYWqQM-be8NZsaTrog

De hele afspeellijst van mijn blogs hier: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5EtxaLDydwfpnPsFrSS3Oh?si=Q38OEQ4aSDWoR42OH9Ef6A

[leanstooneside]

A relationship or illness ends suddenly (KINGFISH)

I tell you that here in this place it availes not in the least either Calcination Sublimation or Reverberation whereby afterwards a perfect extraction can or might be done or effected with profit to transmute the meaner into a better Metallick virtue; for it is impossible for you

Tincture and spirit of Silver manifests its Colour of a Watchet or Skycolour otherwise it is a waterish Spirit

its Seed; but this Flax cannot be used and prepared for any work profitably except it be first putrefied and rotted in water whereby the Body is opened

Vulgar Physician cannot understand this Description; for this Art and knowledge proceeds not from the bare Talking but from Experience; the common Physician hath the foundation and egress in speaking but our Preparation hath its Rise from speaking and then its foundation first of all out of a certain trial which manifests it by Experience and this is firmed

Heaven above all Stars but he possesses the lowest and vilest degree in the underparts of the Earth even as the supreme Light of Saturn is mounted

Metals as likewise no one Spirit of all the Metals can be set backwards because of necessity they accord together from the lowest to the highest degree and must agree together as a Metal is perfect in the great Earth

Skycoloured Sulphur extracted out of Silver rectified with Spirit of Wine dissolve it according to its Quantity in the White Spirit of Vitriol and in the sweetsented Spirit of Mercury coagulate them together by the fixation of the Fire you have the White Tincture in your Hands with all its Medicines; but if you can get all their primum Mobile's it is then needless because you

I have done my part which I hope to justifie before God and the World; for what my Eyes have seen my Hands felt and apprehended by an undeceived Judgment that shall no man take from me in this Life; only Death which is the determiner

wherein more heat is to be found whence

it hath least of Sulphur and therefore according to its small quantity its cold body cannot be made warm; it hath little Salt but fluxible otherwise Iron would be more fluxible and malleable than Lead if the Salt alone could cause a malleableness and fluxibleness because Iron contains more Salt than any other Metal: Seeing then there is a difference

Spirit of Tin is a Preserver

its degree as that which is found in Gold

its innermost and profoundest part till it be well prepared and cannot any more be brought into its first Essence untill the last Judgment; and it is true for so soon as it

it with his hands and uses it in vile matters and of small value; he values the vile at a high rate and that which is high he

Body be brought to an Oil or yield its pleasant Oil if it be brought to the last being of its degree for Glass is in all things

it likewise that the Soul of Metals which is formed and conceived

Sun and by this coagulation it is again brought into a Formal

called this an induction into the Silver but that is false; for this Gold

casting of water upon it cut in pieces by Taylors and other people so converted to future services in houshold affairs and when this Linnen is quite worn out and torn

It is generated of such a composition

meer Salt and is approved to be such which in this particular may be compared to Iron

truth I acknowledge and confess it before the Supreme Trinity speaking it to the hazzard of that most Noble Ecclesiastical Jewel that all what I have wrote and yet shall write in this point is all true and shall be found to be no otherwise in truth

Stibium or Antimony as the Philosophers say is composed

Rocks by manual Operations but the other stands upon moving Reeds & Sand; wherefore in reason that which is strong and immoveable made by Natures

Froth that floates upon the Water in comparison of that Mercury which is found in Sol

Saturn to generate his Metal Lead is placed

it hath most of Mercury in it but it is inconstant

Gold is so digested ripened and made into such a fixt

You will say that this my speech is too dark for you

Medicines are not required that they should be administred in strange cases with a just Call but we should rather abide by those where the Body and its Disease have an equal temper with the superiour Stars and their assistance in vertue power and operation and so accord together in their juncture that there is not found the least contrariety

Soul of Lead consists in a sweet quality as also doth the Soul of Tin and sweeter yet that nothing almost may be compared to it being first of all purified to the highest by separation that the pure be well separated from the impure that a perfect accomplishment may succeed in the Operation: Otherwise the Spirit of Lead is by nature

Golden Magnet sticks and lies buried the resolution and opening of all Metals and Minerals their domination as also the first Matter of their generation their power over health; and again the coagulation and fixation of Metals together with the operation of expelling all Diseases: Take notice of this Key for it is Celestial

mystery of Gold which I will make good to you by an Example and Parable to certifie you whereby the possibility of Nature and its Mystery is to be found after this manner

malady; its Spirit is naturally

Solution take it out immediately that the Aqua Regis may do it no prejudice; for it will quickly dissolve the Tincture of the Antimony; for our Water in its nature is like to the Ostrich

Sulphur of Venus in the Emerald the Soul of Saturn in the Granate; in Tin the tincture which is found in the Topaz

Allom is esteemed

you may think this to be false yet you must take notice that seeing the Salt of Jupiter only by its Sulphur is made more corporal yet likewise it

Water and Fire out of which the Earth is generated by the help

manner Tin is nourished

You shall likewise know that you shall not obtain that perfect noble Oil in the least if it be extracted with corrected Vinegar poured upon the Antimony nor yet by Reverberation; and although its various colours may appear yet is it

Name of God and of the Eternal Trinity fine and very pure Mineral Antimony which is fair white massie

Jupiters Spirit is found not to be wanting in the least in the generation

Peace a Lord of Goodness a Ruler and Possessor of the middle Region; as concerning its State Essence Function Virtue Form and Substance; for it holds the mean; no special Disease can happen that Jupiter should cause any remarkable damage if its Medicine be used a little at once not too much in quantity; it is likewise thought needless where its

Example hereof from Silver which is dissolved

I must yet produce one comparison according to the Philosophical custom of the great Light of Heaven and of that little terrestrial fire here daily kindled and made to burn before our Eyes; because that great Light hath a magnetick simulation and an attractive living power with the small fire here on earth but yet it is unformal and incomprehensible only it

Goose nor to learn what is concealed

Luna in the veins of the Earth is not furnished with such a hot substance

Moon; for the Moon is much lesser

manner is to be observed and understood of the Metals

Planets so is its

I advise that it be not much used by Men and Women because it over cools Nature so that the Seed of both cannot perform their Natural Function; nor doth it much good to the Spleen and Bladder but in other cases it attracts flegmatick Humours unto it which raise up much Melancholy in Men; for Saturn is a Ruler

Light of the Sun is of a fiery

it by the Spirits but every kind of Silver hath one Ounce of Gold more or less in the Mark or 8 Ounces for Gold is so united with the Nature

Sydereal and Elementary out of which the terrestrial is generated it

Discourse be gross and not subtil yet you may learn thereby to know what is subtile

Elementary Light and Fire of the Sun; whereby the Stars move the Powers when its heat is perceived

You must not therefore quite reject Saturn nor in all points scornfully neglect him because its Natures and Virtues are known yet but unto few; for the Stone of the wise hath the first beginning of its Celestial highshining Colour only out of this Metal and from the influence of this Planet the Key of Constancy is delivered unto him

transmutation of any Metal can follow out of Saturn by reason of its great coldness only and except to coagulate common Mercury; for the cold Sulphur of Lead can qualifie and take away the hot running Spirit of the Quicksilver if the process be rightly ordered wherefore it is not amiss to observe that Mercury

nothing or of no value and unprofitable out of ignorance; even as the Disciples of the Lord going to Emaus their eyes were opened at the breaking of Bread that they knew wonder above wonder what the rich Creator hath placed in the vile creature the name is Hermes

Hearts of all men and yet all is one and one only thing

unto Honey in Taste its Mercury being made volatile gains a venomous quality; for it purges violently and penetrates through by force therefore it is not alwayes to be advised that its

It is evident that the Celestial

spiritually and heavenly Soul and Spirit and by the nourishment of the Earth in the Body of the Mother is formally brought up to perfection

God the Creator keep thee and grant unto all earthly Creatures who love and honour him the true understanding of all Gifts that thy Will may be done in Heaven and on Earth: This is enough revealed at present concerning

its degree and therefore the Mercury of Saturn by reason of its great coldness hath not so quick a running Life as that which is made of Gold

his heat can digest Iron and consume it to nothing; for the Water will consume it and turn it to a Mud that it shall remain only as a yellow Earth and then is it

aloft in the highest supremacy of all the Celestial planets so hath its Children of the lower Region succeeded it in Kind; and Nature hath permitted that Vulcan should conduct them to their like if Saturn be content; for the upper light gives occasion thereunto having generated an unfixt Body of Saturn penetrated with open pores that the Air can pass through this Saturnine Body that the Air can keep it aloft but the fire can quickly assault it because the body is not compact by reason of its

you lay Paper upon a Metal or Glass kindle and burn it the vegetable Mercury comes forth and flies away into the Air the Salt remaines in the ashes and the combustible Sulphur which is not so quickly consumed in the burning

Alexius of Piedmont in his seventh Book of Secrets calls it Talck even as John Jacob Wecker renders it in his Books of Secrets; but Talck is far different from Antimony

Saturn hath an especial ponderosity above other Metals yet observe when they are poured forth together after their union in the Flux the other Metals alwaies settle at the bottom even as it likewise comes to pass in the pouring of Antimony through with other Metals whereby it is evident that the other Metals

Oil of Antimony; it is a noble well sented virtuous and powerful Oil

He that is of such a resolution

inward parts of the Earth as in the Womb for the Earth is opened

I tell thee that Saturn is generated of little Sulphur

Body is white as a Diamond

eyes of all men but because the vertues and powers are very deeply buried and unknown to the most part therefore this matter is likewise esteemed

Labours prevent me therein of making a longer Narration I therefore put a Conclusion to this Treatise at present referring the other concerning the concealed Secrets of Minerals until I have a purpose to write further in a particular Treatise of Antimony Vitriol Brimstone Magnet and which in especial are endowed before others and depend upon those out of which Gold and Silver have their beginning middle and end together with the true transmutation particularly; which virtues and power they have received out of one thing wherein all these lie to be generated invisibly concealed together with all Metals; which matter is publick

Saphire its Rayment is gone and its

Melancholy wherefore its Spirit is used for one Melancholy

supremest Wisdom of this world a wisdom above all wisdom yea a wisdom above all Natural Reason and Understanding; for by this wisdom is comprehended

manifests and is proved that the great Light

Jupiter possesses almost the mean or middle place between Metals it being not too hot nor too cold not too warm nor too moist it hath no excess of Mercury nor of Salt and it hath the least of Sulphur in it; it is found to be white in Colour

you Physicians Whither is your

Spirit of Salt therewith extract the Sulphur of Gold separate the Oil of Salt from it rectifie the Sulphur of Gold with Spirit of Wine that it be pleasant without Corrosive; then take the true Oil of Vitriol made of the Vitriol of Verdigreece therein dissolve Mars thereof make a Vitriol again and again dissolve it into an Oil or Spirit which rectifie in like manner as before with Spirit of Wine conjoin them and abstract the Spirit of Wine from it resolve the Matter which remaines dry in Spirit of Mercury according to a just weight circulate and coagulate it when it is fix'd and permanent without Ascention

Saturn above other Salts; Saturn is also coagulated and made corporal; Ice

fire doth not burn so lively in dusky dark rainy weather nor manifests it self with joy in its operation as it doth when there is a fair pure serene unfalsified

its Body is not compact by reason of the abounding

Earth but the Seed which goes out of the Male into the Female is operated in both by the Sydereal

[fenixofthedark]

Hellfyre, Fenyx, Elenai, Nadja and Ishtar.

Recieved: I have no idea when. Answered: 9/3/ 2018 AEST

Fenyx has already been done, and Elenai was either exalted or sold. IDR which one.

Hellfyre

B A S I C Sfull name: Hellfyre of Shadowsonggender: Femalesexuality: Straight.pronouns: She/her

O T H E R Sfamily:  Tarn - lifemate. Clan kids: Rumble, Nightstick, Bane, Frenzy, Aislyn, Ester, Quintessa.

Shockingly, there are out of clan kids! There’s the eldest over in the Delphi clan of @wiredandrewired in Plague, Whistle over in the Mires at @oilslickmires , Gifeo of @diseaseapedia ‘s clan in Plague, and Tyaga of Amarayne’s clan in Light. These are only those in active clans. birthplace: Forum of the Obscured Crescentjob: Clan Matriarch, works with molten metals; known to use her mini-furnace in torture. phobias: If she has any, they are carefully guarded. Tarn turning his vocal magic against her. guilty pleasures: cracking open her still living victims skull to get at the brain and play ‘what does this do’.

M O R A L Smorality alignment?: Chaotic neutral? I barely understand dnd alignments.sins - Lust/Envy/Pridevirtues - Diligence/Patience/Courage

T H I S - O R - T H A Tintrovert/extrovert:organized/disorganized:close minded/open-minded:calm/anxious:disagreeable/agreeable:cautious/reckless:patient/impatient:outspoken/reserved:leader/follower: Follower only when it comes to Tarn, thank you very much. empathetic/unemphatic:optimistic/pessimistic: traditional/modern:hard-working/lazy:

R E L A T I O N S H I P Sotp: Hellfyre/Tarnot3: Hellfyre/Tarn/Noodlebrotp: Hellfyre + her mini-furnace.notp: Losing Tarn.

Nadja

B A S I C Sfull name: Plague Lord Nadja of Shadowsong, the Barren Bloodmage. Granddaughter of Oyamenhit of the Mires because she likes titles.gender: Female sexuality: Iliad-sexual. Er, straight.pronouns: she/her

O T H E R Sfamily: Parents - Rhaig and Garrane of the MiresMate - IliadChildren - Kerrigan, her beloved and best daughter (born via surrogate); Samphir of the Mires @oilslickmires@starfallisles and Alala of the Starfall Isles @starfallisles ; Soulforge of Shadowsong, TheBrain of Shadowsong, and Rasa over in @fr-ersatzlace (born via magic). birthplace: The Mires clan in Plague. job: Bloodmage. whatever else she does is her business and if you have to ask, it’s probably too late. phobias: oil/tar pits. guilty pleasures: snuggling up against Iliad’s tail while between his paws. It’s safe there and he’s warm and the Best Lifemate Ever.

M O R A L Smorality alignment?: True Neutralsins - Wrath/Pridevirtues - Courage

T H I S - O R - T H A Tintrovert/extrovert:organized/disorganized:close minded/open-minded: In so much as ‘will twist things around to suit her view of things’. calm/anxious: Typically.disagreeable/agreeable:  How agreeable is debated. Most consider her both.cautious/reckless: …. Nadja needs to look at her life choices, that’s all I’m saying.  patient/impatient: …… Nadja. Patient? hahaha only if she absolutely has to be.outspoken/reserved:leader/follower: empathetic/unemphatic: She’s both, when it suits her. There’s a reason most consider her a loose cannon in Shadowsong.optimistic/pessimistic: traditional/modern: A mix of both, leaning more towards modern.hard-working/lazy:

R E L A T I O N S H I P Sotp: Nadja/Iliadot3: Nadja/Iliad/Bloodbrotp: Nadja + Ishtarnotp: Nadja + anything related to Vos.

Ishtar

B A S I C Sfull name: Chosen Ishtar, Pathwalker Oracle, twin to Inanna.gender: Femalesexuality: Straight?pronouns: she/her

O T H E R Sfamily: Parents -  Loxias and Meilinoe of the Starfall Isles clan @starfallisles Lifemate - FlamewarChildren - … a lot of kids. Like, I’m not going to link them because it’s a ridic number that are still around. Iiii think most of the important ones are in my clan?birthplace: Starfall Isles.job: Current Clan Leader thank you very much. Oracle posing as 'just a meer seer’.phobias: She’s not telling. guilty pleasures: Making those who cross her pay. Flinging dragons through walls. Getting kicks out of revealing just how magically powerful she is.

M O R A L Smorality alignment?: Somewhere on the good side of things? Maybe?sins - Wrathvirtues -  Temperance/Patience/Humility/Courage Justice

T H I S - O R - T H A Tintrovert/extrovert:organized/disorganized:close minded/open-minded:calm/anxious: If Ishtar is not calm, R U N.disagreeable/agreeable:cautious/reckless:patient/impatient:outspoken/reserved:leader/follower: Only a leader because it must be so.empathetic/unemphatic:optimistic/pessimistic: traditional/modern:hard-working/lazy:

R E L A T I O N S H I P Sotp: Ishtar/Flamewarot3: N/Abrotp: Ishtar + Nadjanotp: Ishtar/Inanna. Just. No.