#Ravenshollow

[basickabyl]

In The Fruit the year is 1884 and Thomas Whittaker has departed for the town of Ravenshollow after receiving a letter from his estranged partner. The town is hostile and a mysterious fruit seems to have poisoned their minds. Fending of the locals we must learn an ancient language, slowly reload our rifle and find our beloved.

This episode we get the hang of the combat and learn that we can save more than once.

Welcome to the fourth Dread X Collection! Exploring the theme of indie shooters, this time we have only 7 games but each has been given double the development time compared to previous collections. With names like Torple Dook, Akuma Kira and Mr. Pink as devs and the collection being co-produced by David Szymanski of Squirrel Stapler fame, the hunt promises to be quite the spooky shooty experience.

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[lady-rian]

Snapped

It wasn’t sorrow nor joy that filled the Countess’ features as she rode through the keep gates accompanied by three of the Ravenguard from the most recent patrol. Winter’s firm hold held in the northern passes leaving some simply impassible until the spring thaw. Numb as the cold and the blood that stained her blade were what had become the Countess. With a swift dismount, Rian barely slowed to pass Duke’s reins as she turned on heel towards the keep doors.

Pulling at the buckles of her gauntlets as she went, two officers quickly fell in step at her sides. “Have we received anymore news from Stromgarde?” Grey green hues shifted to the taller man to her right awaiting his answers. 

“The supply order was delivered. There’s been a request to make use of the infirmary.” He reported.

A sullen purse of her lips noted her contemplation before she’d nod. “Very well... Send word to Krovorn and Hargran for any medical supplies they’re able to spare. Get me a report of what we’re able to gather and what we’ll still need to acquire.” Pressing onward through the keep a pair of double doors were pulled open before her as she stepped into the war room, left to her own devices. 

Setting the gauntlets off to the side of the large carved table, a marker was moved from the image of one of the northern passes back to its place near the keep. Grey green hues lingered along the various markers making mental calculations of the resources that remained. If winter hadn’t done a number on the county the war certainly had. It could have been seconds or an hour that the Countess had been lost in thought. The constant bustle of keeping busy had diminished her realization of time.

It was the soft padding and the clearing of a throat that brought Rian back to the moment. The lilt of her gaze rested on the Magistrix taking up her place opposite the countess. With the bend of a knee to dip her curtsy, “My Lady. My apologies for intruding, I wondered if I might have a word?”

“Of course, you’re welcome to speak freely.” Rian answered.

In her hesitation to raise the delicate matter, Caterina rested the pads of her fingers over the edge of the table. Her index finger curling enough that her nail caught and idly picked at a small divot that lined the edge of the map. “I’ll not waste time sugar coating it my Lady... We can’t continue to pretend nothing is wrong.”

Rian’s gaze had returned to the map on the table though the magistrix words had her quickly questioning the permission to speak freely. “Of course things are wrong, there’s war and we’re caught with limited supplies growing more and more meek... I’m aware..” A slight tone of annoyance dripped from the words lacking in mirth. 

“That’s not what I’m speaking of and you know it, my lady. All do respect there is an order to things. Just because you don’t wish it to be does not make it so. It’s well over a month now since we’ve lost contact with the Lord’s patrol. He wasn’t at war, we know where he was...” Caterina’s own annoyance was but a ghost in her voice harbored behind hard truths and concern. 

“Normally I’d be the first to suggest exhausting all options. We’ve lost patrols before. Hazard of being so close to the Syndicate. I don’t like the idea of admitting he’s gone anymore than anyone else. There’s been no radio contact, no signs, and heavy storms. Rationally speaking if the syndicate has not... it’s likely the storms have.”

The hot ache stirred within Rian. Brows furrowed as her jaw clenched. While she looked to the war table avoiding looking to the magistrix. She wanted to argue that there was hope but that required more faith than she could muster. The frustration in the magistrix’s words sank heavy in her gut.

“No one is forcing you to leave. It’s merely that we will need to start making arrangements. At least considering them for the succession.” There was a roll to the magistrix’s lips, “Perhaps you and the babe can stop into Stormwind... I’d be happy to han-”

“No! How dare you..” Rian snapped cutting the woman off. “I’m not blind or ignorant, Caterina.” 

Raising her hands defensively, “I’ve not said you were, my lady.” Dropping her hands to fold at her front. “Consider it, is all I ask. Better to be prepared and not need it than need it and not be prepared. Think of your daughter.”

Rian’s features softened with a sadness, showing more emotion than she had in days. She didn’t want to accept the idea but knew Caterina was right. Had it been anyone else they’d have informed their family by now. When she finally mustered the nerve to lift her gaze towards the magistrix it was only to find the woman was gone. Shoulders slumped as Rian leaned her weight against the table. Two hot tears broke loose down her cheeks.

It was a chaotic rage that washed over where her faith was broken. The pieces that marked the county’s forces on the map soon violently strewn as she swiped across the table. More tears broke loose as the Countess let what she’d been hiding. Angry and hurt shouts filled the room, anything not bolted down soon turned over or thrown, leaving the guards to grant the doors a wide birth if not avoided all together. 

(( @ravenshollow-wra @thaylynnkestavin @alexkestavin @beau-wra for mentions/pertinent & @thalsianiii (cause it’s partly your fault too :P) ))

[robynwarnedesigns]

2 of my "sketch something from the movie you are watching" personal challenge. The only rule is that it should be something from the movie, not trying to sketch actual movie scenes. That would be cool, but then I wouldn't really be watching the movie! These 2 were inspired by Raven's Hollow on amc+, a moody period piece horror movie influenced by Edgar Allen Poe. 1st Drawing - so many cloaks and baskets in this story! 2nd Drawing - wolf with dead man's hand in its mouth, raven flying, full moon etc. Both were sketched in ink while watching, color was added later with watercolor pencils. #moviesketching #roughsketch #watercolor #inksketch #wolf #edgarallenpoe #ravenshollow #littleredridinghood #drawingpractice #drawingprocess https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj-QFLFurt-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thepeoplesmovies]

Arrow Frightfest 2022 - Film Review - Raven's Hollow (2022)

Arrow Frightfest 2022 - Film Review - Raven's Hollow (2022) @bradleypeoples1 reviews #RavensHollow #edgarallenpoe #horror @Shudder_UK @FrightFest #FrightFest

Atmospheric Gothic creature feature that also doubles as a literary origin story for Edgar Allan Poe. There will be Ravens!!! We join young Poe during the early stages of his stint as a Military Cadet just as he stumbles upon a gory Worzel Gummidge with its guts dribbling out. The defiled human scarecrow mumbles the word ‘Raven’ before succumbing to his wounds. Consequently, Poe and his small…

[alexkestavin]

Meet The Muse: Alexander Kestavin

general information—— —

FULL NAME: Alexander Thomas Kestavin

NICKNAME(S): Alex

TITLE(S): Lord - Captain AGE: 33 years old

BIRTHDAY:  January 17th

RACE: Human

GENDER: Male

MARITAL STATUS: Widower (Single)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Mostly straight

physical appearance—— —

HAIR:  About shoulder length, slightly curly, and jet black.

EYES:  Steel Blue

HEIGHT:  6′2″

BUILD: Fit, built well, but not overly muscular

DISTINGUISHING MARKS/PHYSICAL TRAITS:

Three scars on his face.

The first scar goes from his left temple to his right cheek.

The second scar goes across the bridge of his nose

The third scar goes from the tip of his left eye down to his left jaw.

TATTOOS:

Alex has a myriad of sleeve tattoos. With a lot of runes embedded into the tattoos that can’t be seen unless they’ve been activated.

PIERCINGS: No piercings currently.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

His bag of many things that is enchanted to be bigger on the inside than it should be. It holds many of his accessories that he doesn’t need at a moment’s notice.

EQUIPMENT:

Alex tends to sport a wide range of weaponry on his person. His main thing is either a couple daggers, or a sword, or both at the same time.

He also for a while sported three one-shot pistols on his chest.

personal information—— —

PROFESSION(S): Captain, Assassin, Mercenary, Noble

HOBBIES: Blacksmithing, Baking, and people watching

SKILL(S): Blacksmithing, Baking, Swordskills, Shadow Magic,

LANGUAGE(S): Common

RESIDENCE: House in Stormwind, House in Boralus, and then he’s got a house in Stormsong Valley.

BIRTHPLACE: Ravenshollow Country, Alterac Valley

RELIGION: N/A

PATRON DEITY: N/A

FEARS:

Losing his Family.

Being forgotten.

And more that have yet to be found out.

relationships—— —

SPOUSE:

None currently (Widower)

CHILDREN:

Ophelia Vellice-Kestavin (Daughter)

Elias Kestavin (Son)

RELATIVES:

Lord Roland Kestavin ( Father - Deceased )

Lady Elizabeth Kestavin ( Mother - Deceased )

Tristan Kestavin ( Brother - Deceased )

Thaylynn Kestavin ( Brother )

Lailana Kestavin ( Half-sister )

Andres Maknus ( Adoptive Father - Deceased )

Sarah Maknus ( Adoptive Mother - Deceased )

Daisyann Maknus ( Sister - Missing )

OTHER: N/A

PETS:

Ace the Polar Bear

traits—— —

•extroverted / introverted / in between.

•disorganized / organized / in between.

•close minded / open-minded / in between.

•calm / anxious / in between.

•disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

•cautious / reckless / in between.

•patient / impatient / in between.

•outspoken / reserved / in between.

•leader / follower / in between.

•empathetic / indifferent / in between.

•optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

•traditional / modern / in between.

•hard-working / lazy / in between.

•cultured / uncultured / in between.

•loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

•assertive / timid / in between

additional information—— —

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Alex has been around for a while and has loads of different things that he has done and accomplished. He feels older than he is and he just wants to get away from all of the fighting. But it likes to keep tugging at him. Pulling him back into all of the frays of the world. He just wants to get Rosenfield back for his son and live out his days. But he knows it’s not going to work out that way.

extra—— —

FACECLAIM(S): Michiel Huisman

VOICE CLAIM(S): Michiel Huisman (Not surprisingly. Lol)

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

NAME PRONUNCIATION:

Al-ex

IN GAME NAME: Andèrson

ALT CODE: è - Alt + 138

[douxbebearchives]

Completed Stories: N-Z

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No Memories (M) - MissHellsing666

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Now We’re Done! (K) - lissylou78

Office Hours (M) - Parker19

Olivia Pope’s Scandalous Love (G) - RavensHollow

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Only One (T) - Sahara-hype / @idle-aesthetic

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Resisting You (K) - lissylou78

Sand Pebbles (K) - lovbody8

Say Yes! (M) - TheBookofTaste

Second Chance To Be A Good Husband (M) - Smith39440

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Serendipity (M) - Isabel Samms

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Someplace Good (M) - Parker19

Something Good Can Work (M) - Poprant

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Stolen Experiences (K) - FG3OP16

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Summer Lovin’ (M) - SEMtv

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Take It Easy On Me (M) - Dkdane

Teach Me To Love You (M) - Keke TheGoddess 

The Art of Forgiveness (K+) - torri.oats

The Bakery (M) - @bytesthedust

THE BEST MISTAKE EVER (M) - Keke TheGoddess / @kekethegoddessme

The Clock Turns (M) - SeptemberMom

The Conversation (T) - DancinCaliDiva

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The Game Chose Me (M) - Ivy Amor

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The Merger (M) - Sucker4Scandal

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The Right Kind of Madness (M) - almostfamousoxo / @songbirdstrivestothrive

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The Secret Child (K+) - Scandallover1

The Student (K+) - cbssoapsgirl

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This (T) - LiveInLoveAndLaughter

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This Ring (K+) - Lovbody8

Time’s Window (M) - TruthSS

To Let You Go (K) - lissylou78

To Zion (M) - KWsGladiator

TOO MUCH (M) - Keke TheGoddess

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Trails and Tribulations (M) - GladiatorMia

True Believers (T) - LiveInLoveAndLaughter / @livelovelaughter531

Truth and Consequence (M) - Keke TheGoddess

Trying To Forget (M) - PopeAssociates

Turn My World Around (M) - LiveInLoveAndLaughter / @livelovelaughter531

Twas The Night Before Christmas (T) - ScandalousDreaming

Uhuru (M) - anonymous1912

Unconventional Love (M) - Starfish81 / @eatpraylove96

Unlikely Voice of Reason (K) - lissylou78

Unravel (K) - lissylou78

Until You (T) - anonymous1912

Vacation Edition (Leftover Baggage) (M) - Smith39440

Wait For Me (M) - KWsGladiator

Walk Away (T) - @babycakesbriauna

We Can Figure It Out (M) - Sucker4Scandal

What Happens Now (T) - kkimberly49 / @kkimberly750

What Love Brings (M) - WooWoo4511

What Matters (T) - kg2

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When The Lights Go Out (I Miss You) (M) - loveoverpride / @lovesbiggerthanpride

When The Past Catches Up (K+) - torri.oats

When You Least Expect It (M) - Smith39440

Will Love Overcome? (M) - silverbellbaby

Will You Ever Know? (M) - @magicinhermadness

Winter in the City (M) - mstlovee

Winter Wonderland (M) - Sucker4Scandal

With or Without Prejudice (M) - A.L. CARRINGTON

Worth It (M) - Parker19

Would she forgive me, if she knew? (M) - Next to Me

Yes, Mr. President, There Is A Santa Claus (T) - Da Princes and Me’s / @scandalmistress

You, Me & Us (M) - Zesty Bod

You Showed Me (K) - Nazizzi

You Were Not There (M) - dyehanna1

Young, Wild, and Free (M) - Ivy Amor / @ivymiamor

Your Turn To Wait (K) - Reader575 / @reader575la

You’re The One That I Want (M) - Chemistratic-Chaos / @chemistratic-cha0s

You’ve Got To Show Me Love (T) - wild thoughts

A-M Stories can be found HERE.

Updated on 7/24/2022

[lorraine-lemieux]

The End

Alexander had Elias in his arms. The boy cooing happily at seeing his father once more. The man looked banged and bruised. Slightly emaciated and he'd done nothing about his hair. He was clean but he seemed tired and worn out. Alex just smiled as he'd lean in to kiss Elias' forehead, "My little Duke. You're going to make the people of Rosenfield so proud one day. So so proud." The boy just yelled happily as his eyes were wide. His hands reaching out for his father as Alex softly bounced him in his arms. He'd missed his son terribly. All of this seemingly showing his priorities. Alex and Elias were currently in the den. Guards seemingly sparse, but alert. Maybe even moreso with Thaylynn and Rian not in Ravenshollow.

Something in the shadows cast over the room shifted and then, rapidly tugging into a center mass, there appeared the familiar form of a woman that gathered until finally it was clear it was Lorraine. She stood absolutely still for a moment, as though expecting to be shot.t

Alex looked towards the spot harshly before he'd turn back to the fire, "Please leave." His voice sounded defeated and tired. The raven-haired man very slowly walked towards the playpen that was set up away from the fireplace as he'd carefully set his son down into it. The boy on his hands and knees just watching them both.

Alex looked towards Lorraine momentarily before he'd shout past her, "Guards. Please remove this woman from my sight!" This of course caused two guards from the hallway to move into the room. Both of them looking Lorraine over and then back to Alex before nodding their heads.

"If you lay a hand on me, I will curse you," she said to the guards, her eyes fixing on him, "I've come to talk to you and explain myself with out a bloody audience."

Alex sighed and shook his head before he'd wave the guards off, "And what gives you the right to think I even -want- to talk to you right now, Lorraine?" There was this hint of venom to his voice. The anger could be heard clearly. But the venom was subtle. As if it was truly just waiting to strike.

"Because it is what you are owed, Alexander," she said, her voice hard. She wouldn't flinch, she expected anger. She felt it clearly. She kept her voice calm and direct, as if to not upset or alert the child in the room.

His eyes narrowed as he'd walk past her and out of the room so as not to startle Elias. He'd shoo off the guards, "I was in fucking prison and you ran back to him. You knew I was in trouble and you still ran back to -him-." Alex growled as he'd stomp down the hallway towards a different room. If Lorraine paid attention she'd see a wetnurse quickly make her way across the hallway into the room they were just in. Clearly someone was nearby all the time to make sure Elias was cared for.

She followed him slowly, robes flapping at her feet as she walked, not chased after him, down the hallway. She waited to speak until they had entered the new room, her gloved hands tented at her middle in a patient manner. She paid the wetnurse no mind as she walked; her boots delivering her with hollow clacks of their wedged heels. "I did not run to him," she said, clarifying for him. "He came to me."

"How does that make it any better, Lorraine? I was gone for how long before you and him started back up? Huh? Was it even a week? I bet it fucking wasn't." Alex sat down at a desk as if to make sure there was something between them so he could not hurt her if it came to that. Even now he was thinking about her well being over his and it killed him inside.

She let out a small sigh. "The specifics are unimportant, Alexander and yes, the timing of this is awful," she said, squinting at the self-proclaimed martyr. "I'm not going to pretend it was a kind, or loyal thing to do either."

"The specifics are unimportant? I'd say they're pretty -damn- important, Lorraine! I was being tortured by three fucking monsters in there! They told me Jack Sault had fucking -taken- Elias. And one of two -fucking- reasons that I even made it through that hell hole was going behind my back to her ex the entire time!"

"Would it make you fell better or worse to know on which date he knocked on my door and begged my forgiveness?" She asked, calmly. Still, despite the sinking feeling in her gut, her face remained neutral. "I'm sorry they took you there, and I'm sorry that they tortured you, Alexander. Not that it means much now."

Alex just growled in return, "Are you really sorry, Lorraine?" His right hand slamming down onto what was probably Thaylynn's desk. His eyes flashing over with void for a split second, "While I was being tortured. You go behind my back to get back with Jacob. Who you could've denied at the moment considering of everything going on. But no. You continue ahead with the cheating. And you have the gall to say you're fucking sorry?"

She moved unnaturally quick, her hands settled on the desk as she found herself suddenly yellling. "Oh, knock it off Alex!" She yelled down at him, her own hands sparking with violet magic, "You and I were in no place to be together and you knew it! Your wife hasn't even been gone six weeks and you slept with me!"

"Out! Fucking out! I do not want to see your face near me, my family, or my son ever again. How dare you bring my wife into this. This has fucking -nothing- to do with her. This is about your cheating because you thought I was fucking dead! Admit it! You thought me dead so you hopped back on to Jacob's dick like I didn't even fucking exist, Lorraine!"

She stood slowly, "It isn't so wonderful to be called black, is it, Alexander," she spat at him, crossing her arms. Two shadowed handprints marked where she'd set her palms. "I did not do this because I thought you were dead, I did this because I love him!" She shouted, withdrawing slightly as tears stunk at her eyes and she turned away. "I always would have. I'm sorry you got hurt, Alexander. Truly, I am, but you don't get to sit there and tell me I wasn't your rebound."

His eyes never moved from the shadowed handprints she left on the desk. His voice croaked momentarily, "You're not wrong. You were originally supposed to be a rebound. But I truly wanted something more than that before I was taken.  No I can't say I loved you. Because what's the love of someone new in the face of the greatest mountain of love you've ever known?" He looked towards the windows and watched the sun rise over the mountains, "I understand why you did it. But it doesn't make it hurt any less. If Isabella just appeared out of no-where while we were dating. I'd take her back in a heart beat. But there's better ways to go about it." He looked back to her with tears streaking down his face. His hands palming the desk now.

She turned then, a coiled hand held against the pout of her lips as she watched his face. "Alex," she said, her voice softening a little, "You and me... we would've hurt each other. I'm not what you want. I'm not the kind of girl you want. You'd have spent your life pretending it was enough and I would've spent my life trying to measure up and we both know that is not good. You are... with out a doubt... my best friend. With out you, I might've faded away...and for that I am eternally grateful. I'm.... truly, irrevocably sorry you got hurt this way. I never intended this to happen... it just... did."

Alex just collapsed back into the chair. His eyes staring off into nothingness, "I don't...think we should see each other for a bit. I mean I'm sure you'll be fine. But I need to work through this." Alex just shook his head as he'd sigh to himself, "I think...I'm gonna focus on Elias and the Kestavins for a little bit. I'll let Ven know in my own time. But umm...yeah." Tears were streaming freely now as Alex found it hard to even look at Lorraine.

"I understand," she said, gracefully, clearing her throat some. She paused, "For what it's worth... I'm sure the whisperings among our colleagues will spread like wild fire of me being the company slut." She said, wounding herself. She looked down at her feet. "I am sorry, Lord Kestavin. I hope you find peace in your son."

Alexander just looked away and sighed, "It's whatever, Lorraine. I'll get over it." His eyes landed upon her for a moment and then he'd just stand up and walk out of the room, "Just know I won't be there the next time he hurts you, Lorraine."

"Neither will I," she said, slinking back into the shadow and then, her form sparked with violet and slowly vanished from view in a spark of shadows. With a tiny pop! she was gone.

(Collaborative rp with @alexkestavin, @jacob-holt for reference)

[waroftwowolves]

Alive...

The march towards Lordaeron had been filled with tense anticipation. Ravenshollow forces followed The Lady and Lord Kestavin, looking to them for guidance, hope, and in their heart of hearts, some semblance of victory. Lochlan rode among them, Jacob, the swordsman’s brown gelding and loyal companion through the years, champed nervously at his bit, reacting to the nerves that swirled around them both, prancing in the line up as battle lines were set up and Lordaeron loomed ahead of them. Lochlan would be lying if he said he hadn’t felt the same, shifting in his saddle and checking his gear again and again, making sure he was ready, already smelling the tang of steel and blood, smoke and death, heavy within the damp air.

It was pure luck that his old armor, emblazoned red, gold and grey, matched well with the colors of the house, allowing him to avoid the need of a tabard or other adornment to mark which house he fought for. Tabards got in the way, able to be grabbed or caught. Strapping the plate and leather on felt like slipping into a comfortable pair of old shoes, the fit still firm, not too tight, nor too loose, allowing the freedom he needed to wield both of the blades that rested comfortably upon his hips.

The sounds of battle soon filled the air, clogging the throat of their forces with fear and adrenaline. All eyes turned towards the Lord and his Lady, weapons hissing from sheaths and pikes lowered. Archers readied their arrows and tested bow strings. Lochlan was certain you could cut the tension with a knife as each soldier, each mercenary and vassal, balanced themselves on a knife’s edge, waiting, ever waiting until the horn sounded... and the sound of hooves split the air with their thunder.

Voices roared in various battle songs, Lochlans own rising with them, spurring Jacob forward to remain shoulder to shoulder with the rest of his line until the clash of metal split their ranks.

Orcs, tauren, forsaken and trolls danced through their formations, turning the world to chaos with each swing of a brutal axe or arc of blinding lightning.

Lochlan, both swords drawn and guiding Jacob with his knees, plunged into the fray, steel parrying, twisting to plunge into a green skinned breast, another flashing in the firelight, parting the head of a forsaken from it’s decaying body. Blood swiftly washed over Jacob’s flanks, down along Lochlans own armor, his own and the enemies.

Forward, ever forward he pressed, hacking, bellowing in building fury until he was suddenly lurched forward, somersaulting over Jacob’s head as the horse gave a sharp squeal, legs swept out from beneath him, shattered by an orcish warhammer.

Lochlan struck the ground, bouncing in a hard skid that left him sprawled, breath whooping from his lungs in a burning rush. He barely twisted to the side in time to avoid an armored form, watching as the body crashed down beside him. Lochlan scrambled to his feet, swords still in hand as desperate eyes sought Jacob, stepping over his dead comrade in his haste and narrowly ducking back to avoid the sweep of a blade. The swordsman snarled, slapping the next attack aside with the flat of his own sword and deftly carved a smile within the throat of the troll that had swung.

He could see Jacob just ahead through the chaos, struggling to get his legs under him, forces both Alliance and Horde crashing around the horses fallen form. Lochlan frantically began to shove, trying to cut his way through, only watch in horror as his oldest companion’s pained cries ended beneath the same hammer that brought him to the ground.

The swordsman came to an abrupt halt among the fury of the forces around him, staring where Jacob lay slowly vanishing beneath the press of bodies and weaponry.

An overwhelming fury bubbled up from the depths of his chest, building, rising into an inferno that erupted in the form of a ferocious howl and turned the world red. The wolf in the back of his mind sprang free with furious glee, stealing the man that had trapped it for so long and twisting his frame, contorting limbs and muscles, drawing the beast to life in the form of black fur and pearled canines.

With a primal vengeance the worgen barrelled into the fray, stealing time and memory and turning both to ash and blood. Lochlan howled his rage with each kill, reveled in the feel of flesh between his claws, hot blood upon his tongue. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, charging in where others backed away, black fur slick with gore and parted from blade and weapon that passed his guard. It seemed like there wasn’t enough to slake his thirst, denied even more by the frantic call to retreat, blight rising acrid and green through the line.

It burned his nostrils, seared his eyes and choked his breath, forcing him to fall back with the others and watch those less fortunate struggle to join them. Race or faction didn’t matter to the blight as it swept death over Horde forces and Alliance alike, leaving behind it a field of corpses, their features twisted, locked in pain and defeat.

Lochlan limped back with what remained of Ravenshollow’s forces, reforming behind the lines to count their numbers and handle what wounded had been spared the fog of blight that hung like a deadly promise around the fallen city. Medical teams filed through the soldiers, clinical and stonefaced, triaging as best they could. The swordsman found himself sent to a tent to be tended with others, forced to endure removing his armor and the steel fingers of practiced medical work poking and prodding ribs and open wounds. Any other time he would have complained about having his fur shaved, but sitting among the others, feeling tired and sore, his heart heavy over the loss of Jacob and thinking of Isolde and their unborn child, he couldn’t care less.

He was alive. So what if it left him looking like he lost a fight with a weed whacker.

  @house-kestavin @rian-kestavin @beau-wra @thaylynnkestavin @scassira

[vladimir-faircrest]

Marshaling A Relief

Vladimir sat in the sitting room of their suite in Braemar. The news of Thaylynn’s sudden departure still angered him. He felt he’d done so much for the man, attempted to help him out at every possible turn, just to be left hanging in the wind. Was is not for Rian, the Captain wouldn’t even have known of the man’s departure.

The conversation with his bride-to-be was surprisingly heated, both of them feeling the sting over the way the man had chosen to give them the news. In addition, it left a certain gap within the ranks, a position of great importance. The Matriarch expressed her desire on more than on occasion that, should something happen to Lord Kestavin, that he take up the mantle of Marshal. It was a bad idea on many levels, moreso now with the upcoming wedding. The matter had been discussed and, eventually, she had left it to her soon-to-be husband to make the final decision. Reaching up, he turned on his comm, his tone quiet, "How are you today, Rian?"

Rian would let off an amused hum as a playful squawk heard from Serenity, "Well enough. I think I managed to get everything sorted for today"

"Glad to hear it," there would be a smile to his tone as he listened to Serenity in the background "Do you have some time to talk?" 

“I do. I still have a bit before we’re due to leave. Everything alright?”

"Yes, yes. Mostly just worried about you. Adhelin and I had a long talk this morning about everything with Thaylynn and I had a question for you. Did he dump all the responsibilities of Ravenshollow on you?" 

“Well I have the help of our Counsel. But essentially yes. There’s not really another Kestavin... aside from Alex and he’s got his own worries as you know.” there was the sound of shuffling, Rian passing Serenity off to someone

"I thought as much. Can't say I'm exactly happy over it neither... Does he got a chief steward or somethin' t'handle the day t'day stuff so you ain't locked in the dungeon up there?"

She'd chuckle "Ah well I'll not be locked away. The counsel tends a fair bit. But to clear off on orders for the business and patrols, I'll need to make some input."

There would be a small sigh of relief from the Captain’s lips,  "Glad to hear it, hun. Considerin' how much time he's been spendin' up there lately, I wasn't sure... Adhelin wanted me t' make an offer t'you if you're interested."

"Men have a better moral when they see those that lead them are working alongside that barking orders." A smile heard on her own voice "What offer might that be?"

"We-She has an empty manor house sitting in Braemar. The family is deceased an' it's sittin' empty but filled with furniture. She was wonderin' if you'd want it. It'd put y'closer t'Stormwind an' friends, give yaa somethin' not always makin' y'think of Thaylynn, and a staff t'elp y'take care of Serenity."

"I'm not opposed to thinking about my husband, Captain. He's gone for a little while not dead or cheating. It's a generous offer to be sure. I'm not really sure when I'd be able to accept the space. I'll need to be between  Stormwind and Ravenshollow regardless as preparations are made to reclaim Summers Watch." She pauses for a moment in thought. "It's a very kind offer..."

"We're both worried about you," he admits, "You and Serenity both. Just know we're here for whatever support you require... And those are her words."

"I do appreciate it. More than I can say, Captain. You'll have to relay my thanks to her Grace. But know we're alright. I've struggled along before on my own. I know now that we've friends and allies I can call upon if needed. It's a blessing to say the least."

She'd hear the drumming of his fingers on the table, a slight hesitation to his voice "I want your opinion on something as well... I have someone I'm considering to become the new Marshal. Without giving you their name, I want to just tell you about their experience and get your opinion... If you're willing?"

"Oh? Of course. You know I'm always happy to help if I can."

"Person I'm thinking of has considerable battlefield experience and even served as a field commander for a major military company. They're intelligent, quick, adaptive, and the other Lionsguard already hold them in high regard. I think they're classically trained as well, though I could be wrong. If I am, they have me fooled. Downside? Sometimes they lack self-confidence and they can be incredibly stubborn."

There was a chuckle "Who among the Lionsguard isn't stubborn? I mean it sounds like a viable candidate provided that's the experience the Matriarch wishes in the position. Field experience isn't exactly the same as dealing with nobles who don't want to listen or consider their own safeties. Personally I find a battle field easier to tolerate than Embris. As for the confidence, I think everyone staggers with that from time to time. Even yourself thought you were not worthy of certain gifts and praises not too long ago, and here you are marrying a Matriarch of a large noble house. I think that is something they will either grow into or it will be the shard that slowly breaks away."

"So you approve of the person then? And yes, they have ample experience with nobility even if they are somewhat new to it."

There was a considering hum and she'd nod before realizing he couldn't see "I do. If the Lionsguard knows them, and holds them in regard as you say, the transition may go more easily than when you or Thaylynn stepped in and provided something new and unknown."

"Excellent. Thank you, Marshal. You've set my mind at ease and made this decision much simpler." he'd be suddenly thankful the woman couldn't see his smirk

"You're wel.. what?.. Me?" Rian stammered as there was a shuffling as if something were dropped or someone tripped "Isn't that a bit like cheating or favoritism?" She'd hum.

"No. I asked the advisor for an unbiased opinion of a potential name,” he points out, still grinning to himself now that he’d trapped her.  “You're also not related to the Holts."

"I hadn't realized I was still seen as the advisor truth be told. And no.. certainly not related to the Holts." She'd chuckle before letting off a soft sigh, "I suppose I did say I was happy to help if I can. I'm afraid I wasn't made aware of the terms Thaylynn had with the position in regards to the agreement with the Holts. Standing on guard has made me aware that in times we were seen as part of the banner and other times simply allies..." She paused to mull over a thought and collect her words. "For clarity sake I'd like to discuss those terms. So we're all on the same page of expectations."

"From what Thaylynn told me, he handled the politicals of it all while I was supposed to handle the day t'day... In the end, no one bloody knew what Thaylynn's job actually was. We had Lionsguard come in, and leave, without ever meeting him. As Marshal, you'd be incharge of leading the Lionsguard as you see fit.”

There was a soft hum, "Indeed. Love the man as I do, our leadership views differ in some ways. Very well. If you and the Matriarch are certain, it would be the least I could do. The back and forth between Ravenshollow will have to continue, though I can promise I'll maintain a proper presence in Stormwind."

"If you can do that, you're already legions ahead of your husband," he teases lightly, "From now own, the Lionsguard are your own and I follow your command. Tired of getting told to do it myself and that he 'doesn't care' anyways.

"The woman had to laugh lightly, "Perhaps, we shall see how I fair. For what it's worth, I know you care. Thank you, Captain."

Clicking off his comm again, Vladimir just grinned as he reached for the black cup of coffee that had grown cold. For the first time since coming into his position, he felt at peace.

@householt @rian-kestavin @alexkestavin @adhelin for mentions

[basickabyl]

In The Fruit the year is 1884 and Thomas Whittaker has departed for the town of Ravenshollow after receiving a letter from his estranged partner. The town is hostile and a mysterious fruit seems to have poisoned their minds. Fending of the locals we must learn an ancient language, slowly reload our rifle and find our beloved.

This time we banish skulls, cheat with a fire and discover the fate of our beloved William.

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[ceruszael]

On Graven Wings

Ceruszael’s departure from Stormwind was swift. It did not take long for him to pen a letter to Von Gacy, and little longer to receive a response. A matter he would tend to following duties to the banner, if he could. Time was of the essence, if Lady Kestavin was not embellishing the situation. He wasted no time leaving the city’s limits. A Frostwyrm descending into Stormwind would hardly be a welcome sight and though he sought to be expedient, the Castellan could ill afford anything going wrong at this juncture. Once beneath the the canopies of Elwynn he brought his warhorn to his lips. A deep note sounded, the foliage within a handful of yards of the Death Knight wilting as steady wingbeats began to sound. Perdition broke into view swiftly, the wyrm’s arrival heralded no more sound that the cracking of branches and the displacement of air. Ceruszael mounted the beast which again swiftly took to the sky.

The pair would travel without pause. Though they flew to a land in peril with allies fighting for their lives, Ceruszael admitted to himself a slight sense of elation. This time, haste demanded he act personally. No ordering soldiery, coordinating movements, or sending dispatches. As in years past, he rode on death’s wings to deliver ruin upon his enemies. Until now, this Empire had witnessed the Castellan within the scope of his duties to the House. Once his tireless wyrm carried him to Ravenshollow, they would reap what they had sown.

Death comes for thee.

(( Tag lineup; @householt @thaylynnkestavin @rian-kestavin @percy-von-gacy @harboson-c ))

[lady-rian]

Summoned Home

Hot embers crackled and popped in the fireplace burning a dull roar in the quiet of the morning. Rian had returned to the keep early through a portal that mirrored the one she'd left in the day prior. The Magistrix true to her word had delivered the message personally though the Countess had chosen to take the night in wake of shock and processing her thoughts. Sitting quietly in a private den of the keep, Rian watched the flames.  

Thaylynn knew. One of the guards had brought him word of Rian’s return. His body seemed to work against him, but gradually, he worked up enough energy to move. With the assistance of one of the staff, he was dressed in a simple white tunic, and a pair of black trousers, and a full body cloak for warmth. His left arm was in a sling, from strained and torn muscles, and he used a cane in his right hand for balance in his legs. His hair was still longer and disheveled, along with his beard. He’d had neither the time nor energy to see the keeps barber yet. With time and great effort, he’d made his way downstairs, the guards having directed him towards Rian’s location. The tap of the cane on the floor giving his presence away, as he stood in the doorway of the den, silent.

The clack of the cane on the hard stone had been enough to well glistening depths to Rian's eyes as her lips pursed firm and swallowed hard. Her gaze had remained on the fire withheld in some trepidation. The thumb that held her chin and index finger hooked over her lips fell away to clasp the book in her lap as a welcome distraction. Even if it was to simply set it aside.  Slowly rising up to her feet her hands smoothed over the front of her robe, more out of desire to keep them busy than actually needing to sort herself.

It was a pained and shaken look that finally rested on the lord standing in the door frame. Her nostrils flared under the mix of emotion she felt as crystalline drops streaked hot down cold cheeks. "I'd wondered if she was toying with me." She spoke in a dangerously soft hush. Her hands tightened in their hold, paling the edges of her already pale knuckles. Her jaw set firm. Though she'd taken the night to try and collect herself for his return, the sight of him truly there in the door seemed to have shaken any planned words  for the moment.

(( Written with @thaylynnkestavin || @ravenshollow-wra & @beau-wra for mentions/pertinence.))

“I’ve never known Caterina to lie, even when I was a child.” His voice spoke, raspy and slightly deeper than last time. His overall appearance was.....thinner, somewhat less muscular than before. He stood there still, hair in his eyes. “I’m not sure what I can say, or how I’d even begin. Let alone what thoughts are racing through your mind.” he leaned against the wall for added support on his non cane side. His green gaze lingered over her, measuring her expression, her response. The words eluded him, even still. They simply stood there, staring at one another it seemed.

Closing the distance the hurt melded with a relief in a wash of the anger she'd been struggling with. A hand fell from her front only to strike out in a harsh slap towards his cheek. "I needed you! And you left!" Lips trembled fighting the twist of her features. "You promised we'd do this together. That you'd not be like my father was to my mother. You left me Thaylynn, when I asked you not to. I could give a shit if it was a patrol, God's know I've gone on my share. Just that once.."

Brows furrowed as more tears slipped down her cheeks. Her voice choking out, "I looked for you again and again. No sign or word that you.." Her words abruptly stopped in a bitten back sob. The back of her wrist rose up  shaking to rest under her nose.  "We've done more apart than we have together.  Your precious Caterina all but pressed Serenity and I out the door. Because we were alone."

The slap caught him off guard, but was almost expected at the same time. His cheek turned with the impact. Letting that feeling linger for a moment, he simply listened to her, turning his head back, eyes fixated on her once again. He let her vent, light knows it was deserved, he thought. “You’re correct. On all accounts. As you said, it was just a patrol, one that went horribly wrong from the onset.” 

Thaylynn paused for a moment, leaning up from the wall. “For what little it may be worth, it was never the intent, nor the consequence that I wanted. I’m sorry, Rian.” He adjusted his stance, shifting his weight all into the cane now. He wouldn’t say it, but he was ready to leave the room if that’s what she so wanted.

"It's never been your intent." She sniffed lifting a hand to wipe the tears from her face. Her bleary gaze falling to the stone. "I"m so angry with you. But I'm also relieved to see you home." The words came hushed with the subtle tremble of her shoulders.  "Am I so broken that you feel need to run away from me?" Tear-stained curiosity turned upward to meet his gaze. "I've poured my heart into you and Ravenshollow. I ask you to stay and you leave."

He arched an eyebrow at her words, and blinked, slowly. He was visibly taken aback by her words. “I’ve never once called you,  nor thought you to be broken. I’m.....incredibly sorry if I’ve given you that impression.” He dared a limp step closer towards her. “You’ve been a far better wife than I deserve. I know this. Ravenshollow knows this.” 

His gaze remained fixated on her own. “I went to help our people defend our home. What kind of Lord sits by idly while our people die at the hands of the Horde, thousands of miles from home, and even still at our very door step?” He sighed softly, coughing from the dryness and soreness of his throat. “I’m sorry that I’m not a better man, Rian.”

Slowly her brows knit at his mention of sitting idle. "You're not hearing my words, Thaylynn! Not once have I ever expected you to sit idle in regards to the safety of our people or against the Horde. I expected we would do so together. Not you running off on your own every time save for Lordaeron. I go on the patrols too. Sitting idle is not what I do, if you'd been here you'd have seen that." 

Rian shook her head, "I've gone up against the Horde and syndicate. That once.. this once I was struggling with.. myself. I needed you to help me through that. One patrol to stay is all I asked! Not idle play while the world falls apart. I'm the one who's made arrangements for refugees, seen the men and women in the infirmary come and mend or die. I've seen the front lines. Don't you dare use that as an excuse. I'm not blind to what our responsibilities are and what threats loom at our door. I have, however, promised to make time for you and have delayed my responsibilities when you needed. Yet you've not done the same for me. I'll not make that mistake again."

“Then I suppose all I can do is apologize, and continue to apologize for what I’ve done to you, and everything that was put on you.” He exhaled through his nostrils, and nodded softly. The hand on his cane rose up, gingerly rubbing his cheek where the smack had been moments before. “Where does that leave us, then?” He asked, genuinely curious, genuinely worried. “Now I’m uncertain as to how to proceed.”

Turning a considerate gaze on the Lord as she looked him over. "I'm your wife. I do love you, Thaylynn. Whether you realize how much or not. That doesn't just go away.  I want to kiss you and hit you all at once, I can't remember ever wanting to do that. And I'm sorry." 

 A slow deepened breath was let off, "I don't want you to continually apologize. I want you to figure out what it is you want. And tell me. Include me in your thoughts. I'm not a mind reader, and I refuse to continue on my own if this is to work. I saw what such things did to my mother. I will not be that woman. That's not who I am or wish to be.  I meant my vows the day we married and I mean them still today. They mean nothing if we don't honor them together."

“You’re correct, of course.” He sighed softly. “I think that perhaps I’ve spent too long as a solitary man. In that, that I try to handle every issue on my own, when I shouldn’t.” He limped over towards one of the couches in the den, cane tapping against the stone with each step. 

“Would you mind if we sat down? The mender said I broke a couple of ribs, and tore several muscles in my leg. Standing for a time is unpleasant.” He lowered himself downward, slowly, until he sat down with a long, drawn out breath. “ I don’t expect you to continue on your own. That isn’t fair to you, and I’m sorry that it’s been the trend more often than not. We need to be more of a team, as you’ve said. And I agree with you.”

Stepping to the side out of the way, Rian dipped her head to let him pass. A hand hovered just behind with a lingering concern and silent potential aide as he walked to the couch.  Once he turned to settle himself, Rian stepped to the opposite side to settle herself, leaving enough space in between for at least another person to fit. "I've heard that you agree with me before. Working together has been something that has come up after each of your lone journey's. I beg your forgiveness when I say I'm not sure I believe you. I want to but saying and doing are two very different things."

“I suppose then I’ll have to prove myself to you, then. And be consistent with it this time.” He sighed quietly, leaning into the seat more. “Rian?” He asked, finally looking over at her. “I’m sure you might not believe me, given with all that’s happened, but I did miss you terribly. You and Serenity are the thoughts that kept me going during the evasion.”

Her shoulders slumped in hearing the sighed words. With her name, her gaze rose to meet his own. Lips pursed for a short breath, however broken she felt there was appreciation for his words. "I believe you, in that." She offered quietly. Shifting in her seat hands carefully pulled the skirt of her robes out of the way as she tucked her feet beneath her and inched closer, allowing herself some reprieve in the distance she'd kept. This time as her hand rose, it wasn't to strike out but to offer a gentle caress in brushing the longer hair from his brow and down along his cheek. "We have missed you too."

“I do swear to you that I’ll.....do better. I think this entire ordeal was a hell of a wake up call, in a sense.” He leaned into whatever touch she would offer. “It’s good to be home....it’s good to have you near once again.” He set the cane down, not needing it for the time being. He locked her gaze onto her with a small, but visible smile. “It was a fear, I’ll admit, that I’d come home, and you’d never speak to me again.”

"You should know me better than that." Her hand held resting over his cheek as grey-green hues looked his own features over. The ghost of a smile pulled at the corner of her own lips.

“That’s certainly true. Still, I suppose I knew. When I went missing, that is, that I would have hell to pay.” He chuckled quietly to himself. “Ahhh. Ever playing the hero.”

"I'm not sure that's what I would call it." She rested back on her heels and leaned to the back of the couch leaning on an elbow. As he chuckled there was a lack of amusement sternly holding in her own gaze.  "That you can laugh over nearly widowing your wife I suppose should be some comfort."

“It was meant as sarcasm....I apologize.” He shook his head, and sobered his expression. “I’ve told you before, I’ve no intentions of making you a widow. I think I’m too stubborn to die, even when I wanted to, years ago.” He looked her over once more, and offered his hand that wasn’t in a sling. “I’m really sorry that I worried you, and disappeared.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dog tag. “This is from one of our men. The one who tackled me out of harms way, as a cannon shot inches from us. Sent us tumbling over a cliff.”

"Intent or not, it nearly happened anyway." Gesturing to the tags, "Right now I see that man as more hero than you. Not that I wish you to be in his place." with a faint reluctance she accepted the offered hand and gave a gentle squeeze.   

Her lips parted and closed parted again before she simply shook her head, resting her gaze on their hands and the tags. "You've lost so much Thaylynn. I understand that fighting is necessary to keep and protect. But it's not all that counts. There's more to being a hero than using the fight as an escape or baring the brunt solely on your shoulders."

“All I can do is apologize, and simply promise you that I’ll be more mindful going forward. I....thought it to be a simple patrol, nothing more.” He shook his head. “Lesson learned.” “You deserve far better than which you’ve received. That’s my own fault to bare.”

Rian let off a long soft sigh. "I heard your apology, Thaylynn. I'm not asking or pushing you to continue a chain of them. And you're right, I do deserve better, though it's not exactly anyone's fault. It's just what is.  You're placing all this on your shoulders, again. 'My own fault to bare" She quoted his words. 

"I don't have all the answers. But I'll not be party to the guilt and blaming. I will continue forward. I hope that you will too. At what point do we learn from the past and continue on a stronger path because of it rather than continue to relive it and torture ourselves again and again?" Pulling her hand from his she gave his a gentle pat. "Stop apologizing. Say it once, and then pick yourself up and move forward with me. Maybe then we can find and create what we both deserve."

“Okay.” He said, with a small nod. “I apologize. Let’s move on, and.....do better, for each other.” He looked at her a good, long moment. “Let’s make it a new chapter, then. We will move forward together, and tackle our obstacles as one, instead of separate.”

There was a small sad smile she offered with a dip of her head. "That's all I've ever asked or wanted." She offered with some reassurance in her tone.

“I know. And I need to realize that and honor it. Not just hear nor say the words, but truly mean it.” He returned the smile. “I love you, Rian.”

"I can't deny that there will be times when we need to divide and conquer. But even those times we need to work together to coordinate our plans and approach." Leaning forward some she rested her head gently to his shoulder as her hand returned to his own, "I love you too, Thaylynn. That's one of the few things I'm sure of."

He nodded, but managed his first sincere smile of the night. “I’m pleased to hear that. I also happen to agree with you.” He leaned over to place a kiss to her temple. “You’ve cut all your hair off, love.” He looked her over and smiled softly. “It looks very lovely on you.”

The first hint of a laugh hummed through her nose. "Yeah.. was a bit of a surprise. Being angry and drunk." She took a long deep breath letting it off slow. "Beau took me for drinks and to talk after I wrecked the warroom. Woke up  and the hair was gone."

“Wrecked.....the war room?” He asked with an eyebrow. “Nevermind....I think that’s a tomorrow conversation.” He processed the rest and chuckled quietly. “Drink will have that effect sometimes. Even still, it suits you. Frames your face well.”

"It's nothing you don't already know after today." There was a slow shake of her head as she let her eyes fall closed in taking the moments breath to appreciate that it was truly his hand in hers, his shoulder under her head.  When she opened her eyes she turned enough that she might actually see his face. "You've not kissed me yet." Though her voice  was mostly serious in her accusation there was a hint of teasing to it.

“Wasn’t entirely sure you wanted me to until now.” He said with a quiet smile. He tilted her chin up softly with his good hand, and leaned forward, pressing a long, deep and drawn out kiss to her lips. Long overdue no doubt. He let it linger, not wanting to waste words.

Rian's shoulders stiffened with the first touch of his lips to hers.  As the kiss lingered the tension she'd held slowly eased enough that she parted her lips to let the kiss deepen. For the moment the anger she'd held onto seemed a distant thought. He was home.

[robynwarnedesigns]

2 of my "sketch something from the movie you are watching" personal challenge. The only rule is that it should be something from the movie, not trying to sketch actual movie scenes. That would be cool, but then I wouldn't really be watching the movie! These 2 were inspired by Raven's Hollow on amc+, a moody period piece horror movie influenced by Edgar Allen Poe. 1st Drawing - so many cloaks and baskets in this story! 2nd Drawing - wolf with dead man's hand in its mouth, raven flying, full moon etc. Both were sketched in ink while watching, color was added later with watercolor pencils. #moviesketching #roughsketch #watercolor #inksketch #wolf #edgarallenpoe #ravenshollow #littleredridinghood #drawingpractice #drawingprocess

[thepeoplesmovies]

Edgar Allan Poe Faces True Horror In Raven's Hollow Trailer

Edgar Allan Poe Faces True Horror In Raven's Hollow Trailer #frightfest2022 #RavensHollow @FrightFest @Shudder_UK #williammoseley @ExileFilmPR #horror

Edgar Allen Poe will always be considered one of literature’s greatest writers when it comes to gothic horror. Even the greats had to start somewhere, tonight we get Poe’s in Raven’s Hollow. Shudder have released the official Trailer which sees Young Poe facing true horror. Christopher Hatton‘s film is not a biography nor adaptation of one of his stories. Edgar Allen Poe is the man protagonist…

[elstine-harboson]

U.E. - Siege of Ravenshollow

4. Siege of Ravenshollow

For the Kestavin Family, things quickly grew dim as the soldiers of the empire lined the top of the nearby hills - outnumbering their small garrison by nearly three to one. To make matters worse, a large cannon was wheeled forward - the largest the land had seen thus far; it seemed nearly impossible in size... Yet here it was, firing stones larger than most carts into their gatehouse. The force of the strike rattling the length of the walls as Lady Rian watched atop - ordering the soldiers and encouraging them in the trying hour, knowing full well that many would be dying today. With the final slam of stone against the gatehouse, the doors were ripped ajar and with that the mass of the Empire’s militia charged down through the fields. Dozens were picked off by rifle and cannon fire, as well as arrows and bolts - but still like a forest fire they continued to run rampant. Flooding into the broken gatehouse to engage the daring Kestavin elites. Dozens and dozens of bodies began to stack up in the small quarters - forcing the Empire’s soldiers to drag out their dead to continue their assault.

Nearly an hour passed before finally the Kestavin Soldiers lost their footing - allowing the Empire’s forces to run up the length of the walls to engage the archers and rifleman. With the guns and cannons distracted and silenced, the Empire launched their Elite Soldiers into the fray. With the Kestavin soldier’s largely exhausted from their extensive combat the influx of skilled, highly trained, and well equipped soldiers quickly turned the tide against the House of Kestavin.

Seeing the tide of battle turn, Lady Rian called for a tactical retreat within the sturdy keep. The few surviving soldiers turning and making their way into the fortifications as the Empire surged over the area - taking the courtyard. Taking the time to wander the fields and stab at any surviving Kestavin Soldiers while tending to their own injured. The keep was surrounded, the Empire would have to take the fort fully know if they wanted a true victory here - they know other armies would come sooner or later.

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