#Rune lore

[akanemnon]

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[luxlitemidnight]

Oh boy! Well, let's have them speak for themselves.

Midnight: hi! My name is Midnight, I'm an Anadi from Harthta. Harthta is the world our partner system made, and many of us are from or connected to there. Anadi are originally from Pathfinder 2e, but really the only similarities are that we're tarantula shapeshifters hehe. Anadi in Harthta were created by the god of nature and destruction to protect nature. However, when he was dethroned by Rune the Anadi started to slowly die out. Eggs just stopped hatching. In the OC world I thought I was the last Anadi alive. Long story short, I was not, and my husband, Kujo, is actually half Anadi.

Rune: since I got name-dropped, I'll pipe in. My name is Rune, and I am a fusion of multiple versions of myself. I am from the worlds of Harthta and Artka. My story in a nutshell is that I was a mortal, rose to godhood by alchemy/science, became the god of creation by the blessing of the prior god of creation, was corrupted by the power (it was actually a kind of weird plural situation where the god itself corrupted me it's interesting in retrospect terrifying in action), got dethroned, and became a better person as a mortal. I'm physically disabled in headspace because I was such before becoming a god (spinal injury in Harthta, multiple sclerosis in Artka) and was still disabled after being dethroned

Etsai: So I don't have many source memories, I'm actually pretty divergent from my original source, but I do like the OC version of myself so! I am from Artka pre-shattering. For those not in the loop, the shattering is what brought magic to Artka. I was the co-host of a DID system called the Ashes System who worked at what's effectively olive garden. We were your typical depressed human. But when the shattering came, it mutated us into a tiefling who had these tree-ring inspired spots that grew, the color of the rings being who is in front. This version of me is very connected to D&D, and I was a fighter, the other host (who was played by a different player, hence why it was DID), Monty, was a rouge. There was a version of me who lived in Harthta that makes up some of my memories, but that's not canon to the official OC canon.

Bart: oh boy, where do I start. I'm not from the same Harthta/Artka universe the other three are from. I'm from Earth, but a few separate versions. I introjected from The Sims 4, Fallout 4, and my own OC canon. You can find out the story of the sole survivor in fallout 4 on your own so I'm not gonna talk about that specifically. I was born in 1899 in England on a dairy farm. I had my older brother, Will, and my younger sister, Lily. As a spectacular moment of teenage wisdom, I lied and went to fight in WW1 when I was 17. I died when I was 17, to a vampire in the trenches. I was reborn the next day, and eventually made my way back home. Things start to diverge here and I have multiple memories, which tbh I think I'm a subsystem based around my sources which explains all the different feelings and memories connected to these. But yeah I survived as a vampire from then on. I don't particularly want to go too in depth into it. My Sims life means I remember having a lot of children and other various descendants.

#One-Hundred-Sixteen

[pt: #One-Hundred-Sixteen]

Octives, introduce your source! Who are you? What's your story, or even... what is your story about? Share as many details and fun facts as you'd like!

[beesmygod]

just tried to draw something in color in under an hour to warm up. aaahhh....may chaos take the world!!! MAY CHAOS! TAKE! THE WORLD! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[epicfroggz]

Messmer’s Great Rune

A Great Rune of a long lost demigod, a shardbearer denied.

Its blessing greatly increases poise while attacking or casting.

The Great Rune smolders with blackened red flame, and enwreathes the wielder’s body and soul in darkness. It is in the base serpent’s nature to attack with reckless abandon, and this rune would have allowed it to feel no pain in the heat of battle.

That the rune encompasses the upper ring marks Messmer as the firstborn son, and thus godhood—his birthright.

(credit to @katyspersonal for pointing this out :> art and item desc by me)

[68spidey]

Anon wanted to know if I had a Venus de Milo design for 2017... the answer is YES!!

[moocfitab]

Spoilers for today's Bound lore :]

10/06/24

Vast looked down at the grave ( if you could even call it that ) of Viviana, the pathetic deep slate tombstone that she didn't deserve stared back at them.

Vast couldn't help the quiet chuckle that escaped her lips, before a roaring laughter paired with tears of joy began running down her cheeks. "..I'm free..." She whispered,

"I-Im free from you.." She laughed again. "I-IM FREE!" Vast laughed, she laughed and laughed until her lungs were tight. "IM FREE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!" She screamed.

Vast hadn't realized when she knelt down, nor when some of the magpies sat on her shoulder.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she spoke to the unresponsive grave. "I won't let you ruin anyone's lives again- I-I won't let you control my life again."

Small coo's and chirps sounded around her- agreeing with her and cheering her on.

Vast stood up, towering over Viviana's dead body, buried in earth that was far too good for her- and spit on the grave. "I don't love you." She smiled "I hate you, with every fiber of my being, and I will never love you.."

Vast's hands shook, not out of fear, or terror- but out of excitement. "I'm in love with Rune." She laughed. "Im in love with Runethian Ventura, An flightless inventor.. a kind- gentle- loving person- the first person to look at me like I was a person in over a decade."

A small voice landed next to her, landing on her shoulder and looking down at the pathetic grave.

"Kalia would be proud."

Vast laughed, gently reaching up and scratching the top of the birds head. "Yeah.. She would."

After several moments, Vast reached into her pocket and pulled out Armor's scale. "...they both love me.."

Little Dude's words filled her ears..

"You know he loves you.. Right?"

Vast didn't know what the magpie meant.. But she knew that- deep down, she loved him too.. Weather it was platonic or romantic- she didn't know

But Vast knew she loved him too, and that she was going to find him.

A light, over in the East pulled Vast out of her mind,

Vast turned her attention towards the sunrise, smiling, and held up the scale towards the glowing orb.

The scale shined

More precious to the magpie than any jewel or gem.

"I'm going to find him." She smiled.

Vast pocketed the valuable, safe with Rune's feather and looked back at Viviana's grave. "...Do me a favor,"

She turned away from the grave and pulled out a slight crystal.

"And Rot in hell, you bitch"

[aashiyancha]

RF Pride Week // June 28: Coming out / Firsts

This comic is set around a month after the siblings first arrive in Rigbarth

*Ludmila and Meg are not here yet so there's only 1 girl in town who matches that description atm

** The noble duo have been here less than a week, so Ares doesn't have much opinion of them yet

[nervousalpacahologram]

The Fish Theory

I'm Making this post so I can either be proven right or wrong when the DLC Comes out.

In Elden Ring, there's a suspicious hole in the story. That hole is perplexingly mermaid-shaped.

When Godwyn is found in game, something's happened to him. He's become gargantuan, twisted, stuck in the pose of his death and staring listlessly out into the darkness of the Deeproot Depths.

He's also a mermaid.

Why?

One could chock this up to a cool design decision, invoking the Ningen and the other aquatic imagery associated with Those Who Live In Death (Boats, Scales, Fins, Stagnation, Flies, etc). His head resembles a clam, and his hair is matted like it's wet. He has a tail, scaled and mermaid like. This could all just be a cool design.

But Fromsoft, the ones who put staggering amounts of detail into random pieces of iconography, building techniques, and even the road tiling to denote who created it and why, are not one to toss something into a game for it to look cool.

There has to be a reason Godwyn looks like that.

I personally believe that Godwyn was always this fish monster, and never a regular Demigod.

My Evidence:

1: Godwyn's face is never shown.

"But there's paintings of most characters!"

Not Godwyn.

"But the Statue of him cradling Miquella and Malenia!"

There's no confirmation that this is Godwyn. it may very well be Messmer, given his relationship to fire, his descendancy of Marika and/or Radagon, and his neat fit into the Butterfly Theory (Miquella=Nascent, Malenia=Aeonian, Messmer=Smoldering). Again, no confirmation.

"But we see him in the Intro and the cinematic trailer!"

That I will give you, however there is precedence on how this could be subverted. In the shot of him dead:

His face is obscured by shadows and hair, purposefully keeping him anonymous. And yet, a power of the Golden Lineage, demonstrated by Morgott and Mohg, is to project versions of themselves elsewhere:

(Godfrey even displays this to a lesser extent, with the golden clone of him in Leyndell.)

I believe that images of Godwyn and his appearances in the Lands Between are projections of him.

In every shot of Godwyn, you never see his face fully or his legs at all. Both are obscured, and even the shot of his eye only shows the barest hints of skin, which could be the more alive version of his clam-head skin. His forearms, where the fins grow out of in his Prince-of-Death form, are even suspiciously covered up. The skin of the Prince-of-Death is even the same as the head, so no contradictions in skin color there.

My final piece of evidence is this:

All of Queen Marika's children are cursed.

I'm talking specifically of Marika, and not the ones descended from Radagon taking charge. Morgott and Mohg are Omens. Miquella, Malenia, and Messmer are cursed or appear to possess unnatural features (Eternal youth, rot, serpentine characteristics). Ranni, Radahn, and Rykard appear perfectly fine.

So why does Godwyn appear normal, when none of his borthers or sisters do?

I think Godwyn was born as this mermaid-thing, or at least partially. He was born in the Age of Plenty, a time close to the Crucible, and may have inherited inhuman characteristics. But perhaps they were more easily covered-up, or perhaps he could project a version of himself that was more human, or maybe he simply wore a Mimic Veil.

This could explain his alliance with the Ancient Dragons, also creatures of the Crucible. It could explain why Deathroot confers aquatic features on those it effects, instead of the more avian features already associated with Death in the form of the Twinbird: Godwyn, already cursed, is the source of these appearences.

Godwyn doesn't look like that because of the Deathroot, Those Who Live In Death and those infected by Death look like that because of Godwyn.

[storyshift-sk]

PART 1/2 - Storytime!

Once Upon A Time… Things were great! Until they weren’t. dun, dun, dun

Every great fictional world starts with a history lesson!

[tarnussy]

Godrick's great rune & inheritance

Putting this in a separate post because it is a recurring topic regardless of website, so I just wanna say that Godrick INHERITED his great rune, 2 characters in the game straight up say it to you. You will see the most vitriol-filled half-assed theories about it so this is a reminder.

[b00-br0-phantom]

*Why?

RUNE OF♡ UNDER [Prt 1]

[akanemnon]

Low key I wanna know how your Frisk reacted when they first saw Chara after falling down-

(I love the new comic I keep rereading it)

Have a great dayyy

Awww baby's first possession!

Honestly Frisk didn't react much, if even at all hmmmm... But you got a whole ray of reactions coming from Chara!

[zodiacomen]

Inktober Day 23 "Guardian of Books"

"Pleasure to meet the lamb I've heard so many stories about."

"Don't fret as I am no foe. Now, what may it be that you seek? Not just anybody stumbles into my Library accidently... Then again, you aren't just anybody."

Rune makes another appearance!

Now, what could this silly owl be up to?

[lolgamer2309]

So guys- I'm kinda scared but also excited for Sunday bound lore, so uhm. Will the gays be back together ? Will their already broken relationship be even more bad ? (let's hope not)

RUST BE BACK TOGETHER DURING PRIDE MONTH /lh

[lunegrimm]

To close the year up my favorite project I have worked on this year:  a wood burning  on my new hurdy gurdy, hopefully I will have lots of time in the new year practice playing it 

[runekirikjartan]

Mandokarla Aran AU: Fox Lore

… if you wanted me dead, you should've just said, nothing makes me feel more alive...

Fox steps off the laati onto Coruscant's duracrete and durasteel jungle covered surface with his hands clasped behind his back. Waiting for him is not the jetii, but Senate guards and the Chancellor of the Republic himself, Sheev Palpatine, Fox's direct superior on Triple Zero. He didn't realize that their posting didn't give them a jetii, but he supposed it didn't really matter.

They were there for Coruscant, to protect the Heart of the Republic.

Fox could do that without a jedi.

He glances briefly over his shoulder at the rest of the troopers streaming off the laati until his men have come to a stop behind him, standing at attention until the Chancellor instructs them otherwise.

"Commander." The Chancellor greets him, a smile with not so many teeth and eyes that make the hairs on the back of Fox's neck prickle and stand like they do when something feels off and wrong.

'Marshal Commander' Fox thinks in correction. His rank is his pride.

He begins to talk and explain that the senate guard will escort them to their barracks and then the Coruscant Guard headquarters. He asks about how many men will be stationed on Coruscant with a glance to the men standing behind Fox.

Fox explains that the rest of his men will join them within the week.

The Chancellor's face is impassive, but there's a tightness in the smile that Fox doesn't like, doesn't trust.

He chalks it down to being on an unknown planet and in an unknown area, where he hasn't sufficiently examined all entry and exit points. Where he hasn't been able to place his men at weak points in the security of the landing platform.

They start walking.

-

���is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one more joke, then we could all just laugh until I cry...

Fox pushes his hair from his forehead. The strands are getting lighter, greys turning white at the end, even if the crown of his head stays pitch black. Carver went through a few holo-articles that described the condition in which hair began to turn white,. Thorn wanted to chalk it down to Force osik. Fox blames it entirely on the fact that they were woefully underprepared to take on and manage the security of an entire planet with only the measly hundred and twenty thousand of them in the Guard.

If he had his way there would be double the number of men.

But he's not in charge, not really. His acquisition forms need to be signed off by the Chancellor for the most part, but Fox has signed enough of his paperwork that he knows the man's signature almost as well as his own. So instead he forges signatures to get his men extra stims, he and engineering hollow out a wall behind the maintenance tunnels to hoard their supplies.

Then the decommissioning order comes.

It's the first of many (not that Fox knows that). One of Fox's corporals was on a solo patrol within the Senate. He's a good vod, a corporal that was with them since the beginning of the Guard's deployment. When Fox gets to him, he's shaking, helmet off and abandoned as two other Guard are between him and a senator who has flown into a vicious and cruel rage.

And when it escalated up the chain of command, Fox was expecting support, something good that he could tell his men only to be met with the startling and uncomfortable realization that not even his superior officer saw him and his vod as human. That even the Chancellor didn’t think that the Guard, with their beating hearts and blood that stained the duracrete beneath their feet were people.

"An accusation like that is hard to shake."

"Surely this can be dealt with internally, sir." He tries to protest, hoping that he can just sweep System under the rug of other nameless faces and hope that the senator hadn’t gotten his designation. 

"They need to learn Commander.”

'Marshal Commander' Fox corrects if that would actually make a difference.

It doesn't.

-

..."Who's afraid of little old me?"...

Fox dreams in colour. He dreams in oranges and reds and brass and browns. He dreams of his vode with shining halos and weapons that grow brightly in their hands. Their eyes are nothing but light. When they speak, their voices come out as one.

"The stars will guide you Commander."

"Marshal Commander." Fox corrects out loud this time, finally speaking the words often lodged in his throat.

The vode in front of him chuckles in unison, a voice much deeper than their own, much louder than their own. Their eyes grow brighter, blinding in their nature and Fox is forced to turn away from the intensity, covering his eyes. When he looks back, they’re gone, and in their place stands a warrior.

It has to be a warrior.

Beskar’gam covers their limbs, painted brass and gold. Their helmet almost resembles a mask of sorts, the familiar style of a t-shaped visor accented by three bands across the warrior’s chin. The top of the helmet isn’t exactly humanoid, possibly accounting for a species differential. Fox doesn’t flinch at the sight of them, but it is a near thing when they step closer to him.

“Who are you?” He asks, hand drifting down to his holster, fingers closing around air as they snort.

“The Ka’ra was right about you.” The being says, clearly Mandalorian in origin now that it has spoken Mando’a. Fox doesn’t know why he’s dreaming of Mandalorians. 

“Pardon my language but what the kark does that mean?” 

“You, Marshal Commander Fox.” The being starts, and for some reason he sounds smug in a way that makes Fox wary. “Are worthy. The Ka’ra deems you perfect for carrying on our ways.”

Fox tilts his head to the side. He eyes the figure warily.

“Now tell me what that actually means, in basic.” 

-

Fox stares into the mirror of the fresher, his armour stacked neatly on the counter by the sink. He grips the edge of the counter and stares at his own reflection, only slightly mourning the loss of his hair. There, on the sides of his skull, shining a layer of second skin are the words to ‘vode an’ etched into his skin, one side of his head devoted to each verse. Carver hadn’t questioned his request to dig out his tattoo machine, nor did he question things when Fox began to mutter in a language almost as old as Coruscant itself.

Carver did, however, almost drop the tattoo needle entirely when the ink laid into Fox’s skin began to glow as bright as the further star in an empty night sky. 

Coruscant’s history speaks to him, almost as loudly as Kad Ha’rangir, all while the deity stands over his shoulder and watches him through the reflection of the mirror.

“Where do I start?” He asks as his eyes settle on Kad Ha’rangir’s visor.

“The children who are willing.” Kad Ha’rangir tilts their head to the side. “The ones who have already made up their minds.” 

“They’re mine, the ka’ra cannot have them.” Fox hisses.

“For your boon, you must, they have already decided.” Kad Ha’rangir steps closer. Their hand on Fox’s shoulder burns, warmth sinks through Fox’s blacks and feels as though it brands through skin, muscle, deep into his bones..

His gaze flicks back from Kad ha’rangir to himself in the mirror. His eyes shine golden, overtaking the brown that he shares with his brothers, whiting out the rest of him that seems human.

...You should be...