#drogan

[liketwoswansinbalance]

Another excerpt from untitled potential WIP that is Rafal-and-James-centric, but I'm not certain that the ship will happen:

This post is actually part two, but part one happens later chronologically, so read this post and this ask for context first.

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The third day in the hold, another identical, scuffed pewter bowl of warm, bland gruel and a spoon were set in front of the Evil School Master, and for a third day, it would go untouched.

Already, it was beginning to cool. He had to act quickly.

Footfalls.

Rafal started to tilt the bowl, intent on weaponizing it. He aimed, about to catapult the mush missile at a passing pirate and blind him with the steaming water when a moan caused him to turn.

His cellmate gazed at his would-be projectile longingly, like he wished to have a love affair with it, and finally worked up the nerve to complain directly today, grouching, “Why do you get fed? I haven’t eaten in nearly a week!”

“Because I’m me and you’re you,” Rafal proclaimed, dripping seawater and an air of superiority since his last witch-fireproofing dunk.

The stripling—no, James, Rafal had heard others call him that—scowled deeply.

Rafal suppressed a sigh, observing the tremor in the boy’s frame. “Take it. I don’t need it.” He slid the bowl over and let the spoon drop into the slop as it visibly sparked and jolted with static the moment it came into contact with his radiant electrical cuffs.

James tried and failed to hide his astonishment, but took the bowl, iron manacles and fetters jangling as he shifted over.

“You should know that it could be—”

James snatched up the spoon, ignoring how it jarred his hand with a few volts, and began to wolf down the still-steaming oats.

“Poisoned,” Rafal finished sedately.

James dropped his spoon with a clang to the wooden floor of the brig. “What,” he demanded. “Now you tell me? Why? I thought Drogan wanted to keep you alive since you’re so important and all, Master,” he sniped. “Doesn’t he need a live bargaining chip?”

“I’m immortal. Poison just flushes out of my system with time. It’s a minor discomfort to me, but to you, well… it’s simple deduction.”

James stared dumbfounded. “You know, I think the lads were right. You’re can’t be a decent pirate without a crew, and seeing that you were captured alone—”

“I’m not,” Rafal seethed.

“Not what?” James prodded playfully. "Alone?"

“One of you.”

“That would do it and do you in. Bet it was a mutiny. No wonder you have no crew. I wouldn’t serve you, and no one in their right mind would follow a leader of the likes of you, pirate or not.”

“My crew abandoned ship due to cowardice. Nothing more,” Rafal cut out.

“Keep telling yourself that.” The boy grinned.

“Eat. It will go cold.” Rafal nodded at the bowl.

James eyed the mealy sludge with renewed suspicion. “I don’t feel anything yet, but what if—”

“It’s not. I would know.” The School Master gazed unflinchingly into the boy’s eyes.

James picked up his spoon and obeyed.

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Thoughts, anyone?

Here's some additional plot trivia:

Rafal is later gagged so he and James don’t connive together and plot Drogan’s downfall, or besides, it could be so he can’t plan with anyone else either, to restrict his influence over the other, trapped Blackpool fellows, too. That, or all of the above and Rafal said something highly insulting, some on point, scathing, even seditionist remark that just earned him Drogan’s unyielding ire.

And I haven’t decided yet, but since hostages aren’t usually gagged (maybe there could be some kind of honor code among pirates to avoid unnecessary barbarity?), for explanation of how the enemy pirates came by the black, leather bit, I’ll just say... it was probably somehow repurposed as it could have belonged to some horse the pirates had traded at one of their regular ports. Yeah. Why not?

[ea-nasir-infinite-copper-glitch]

Finished these a few weeks ago and completly forgot to post woops

anyways

the beloveds and Garly's dude posse

[tsuyakiku]

Drogan!Jason

[alastor-125]

Elise Drogan

[askweisswolf]

I would say sorry but I'm not.

(OG text post here.)

[wanderingmausoleum]

this is an inquisitor drogan appreciation post. appreciate him

[revenge-of-the-shit]

Star Wars fans try not to be sinophobic challenge

[emma-dennehy-presents]

Just found another reference to THQ Space Marine in Boltgun! Im sure this isnt news to many but I thought it was fetch to hear. The opening cinematic refers to Drogan and I knew there was a taunt referring to Titus from googling after hearing Drogan's name. Just got a taunt referring to Sidonus' death as well!

I do gotta wonder though. Why are all the demons Tzeentchian and Nurgle? I only remember Khornate Bloodletters from the first game. I could see it being a marines vs army situation in doctrine, but I cant imagine Khorne just seeding the planet to some Chaos Undivided BS after Khornate demons have a foothold. The Chaos Marines are also clearly Black Legion rather than the Chosen of Nemeroth, which could have been done by adding just a touch of red to their armor (knees/pauldrons in particular). That bit makes more sense to me as Nemeroth's legion was probably dissolved after his death, but im pretty sure that Boltgun takes place right after Space Marine. You wouldnt think the CoN would have had time to repaint or the Black Legion time to fill in. This in no way decreases my enjoyment of the game, just me getting autistic (literally) about things.

[rajesh5287]

True History of God Kabir

कबीर परमेश्वर जी ने काल ब्रह्म को दिये वचन अनुसार त्रेतायुग में राम सेतु अपनी कृपा से पत्थर हल्के करके बनवाया|

[liketwoswansinbalance]

Fic Excerpt for a potential untitled WIP, referenced in the last ask about Jafal:

The Pirate Captain gestured at the colors flown and the crest emblazoned on the ship's flag. "By the look of it, it’s Blueb—"

A shadow swept over the Good School Master and his dark-haired suitor.

“Buh-buh-buh-huh?” Rhian went absolutely florid—

At the broad-shouldered figure stood before them all, peerless master of his dominion, the seas.

Hell.

Beyond them, Rafal took in the scene with what little hope he'd scraped together quickly vanishing.

He knew this would happen. He'd anticipated it, and now, Rhian was unable to negotiate terms. He'd should've aimed to break Drogan's nose or claw out an eye the last time he'd been hauled out and interrogated—by his own former student, no less!

Just what he needed. Rhian, rendered as speechless and useless as he was by two handsome pirates.

He glanced at James beside him. Make that three, he groused to himself. Objectively.

He clenched his jaw with such vexation his gag creaked. He probably looked like a stupid marionette and Rhian's attention had long been diverted by now so that they'd never be spotted through the grate.

The boy's eyes shone with hope. False hope, no doubt. But Rafal let on nothing. Let him live with it before it was stamped out.

Without the Night Crawlers to command—they'd all turned tail and dove off the starboard with the piercing cries of banshees at the first sight of danger—he was alone.

One of Dragon's men had speared through one of their comrades with silver, the abandoned creature left for the dead, smoking up in a FWOOSH, flapping his sleeves in vain and dithering and flailing like a leaky balloon gusting every which way. The creature had bellowed in agony with a guttural, inhuman tongue before crumpling to ash. And if his once-crew had reached the seafloor by now, he was definitively alone. Until James.

They would have been better off trying to set fire to this ship again, or sending up a flare, if only Rafal could generate enough friction with his electrical bonds.

A problem remained though. He wasn't dry. And viscidity of the electrical gel on these cuffs interfered with any attempt at generating heat with friction.

Indeed, none of the pirates had even allowed him to dry off since he'd set foot on deck three fortnights ago for fear that he'd be exactly as flammable as he'd intended to be.

He never shivered in spite of the frigid cold, but still perpetually squelched around in damp clothes bereft of his boots because he was "watered" a three times a day with a rusty pail like Rhian's hydrangea shrubs had been.

Worse even, on days with high winds, he was subjected to a ducking stool off the ship's stern as a precaution against the old sailor's superstition about self-immolating witches summoning lightning and taking ships to watery graves from the masts down with globules of plasmatic St. Elmo's fire.

What a pity. Embittered, he bit down on the serrated leather strip shoved between his teeth, seething with repulsion. He would've rejoiced to make such living nightmares come true like a demented fairy-godmother, but wasn't in any position to do so.

Hell, he couldn't even spit in Drogan's general direction, much less into the sod's pathetic, ruddy face—and there was his brother, blithering about peace talks, tousling his hair, and about to turn into the man's blasted trophy escort or be seized blind before he had the chance to blink.

Rafal groaned.

He’d rather have taken the ninth circle of Hell for his treachery over these insufferably feeble tête-à-têtes he bore witness to.

Surely, his body and soul were ice-cold enough to match such a fate in the frozen wastelands by now. And why not? He had almost nothing to lose and being encased in Cocytus' Caina sounded like a welcome reprieve, even a prime vacationing spot by comparison.

[ea-nasir-infinite-copper-glitch]

Some more characters

These guys are also important!

Red: Red, or Raine as she's called is a very unique demon, being one of the first Demon prototypes created by Akila and Daimos, but with a major flaw, having extremely strong phsychic powers actually provented her from Akila's Will. Still as a very strong demon she was kept alive in hopes of being useful. Millenia passed and Raine managed to scape her prision, and no one really cared to try get her back. She wandered Tanza, barely scrapping by till she met Aster, a runaway human in search of knowledge of the world. Raine became his Contract, they eventually formed an actual friendship, and eventual romance. She's quite the airhead, loves pretty things like flowers and sparkly dresses, very found of animals but they arent found of her. Has a daughter named Amalla.

Aster: A human of mysterious origins, doesnt comment about his past before meeting Raine some odd 500 years ago. Very tall and ominous, he has a passion for potion making and its his specialty, due to his contract with Raine he has acess to her powerful phsykic magic but he's also a powerful mage in his own right, his services being sought after by the entire realm and has attracted the Demon Queen herself, resulting in her asking (read: forcing) Aster to accept tutoring her very unpleasant niece Imay. Aster is very serious, quiet and has a general intimidating aura. Doesnt take well to being questioned or having his work interrupted.

Amalla: Aster and Raine's daughter. Ama is a half-demon but a very different one. Unlike most half demons, she's a tube baby, an altered clone of Aster, that was infused with Raine's demonic essence while still an embryo. The result was a more stable demon-human hybrid. Ama has developed pretty normally as a 5 year old, aside from being able to chew trought almost any material.

Erigon: Garlasia best friend, other half, soul mate what have you. They have been inseparable since meeting as children. Erigon is half drakin half human, and a very talented mage, and part of the rising star team alongside Garly. Calm, shy and quiet, Eri is a huge nerd both in the academic sense and as a geek. Still, despite being the more 'inteligent' half of the duo, he's as willing to get into trouble as Garly is.

Kyran: An avian drakin, originally from the place known as the Wastelands, he was rescued by hunters and brought to Izeriath where he was raised in the Hunter HQ along with other rescued orphans. He looks very intimidating and angry, but he's actually a chill dude, common sense usually goes right past him and he's also not very book smart, he's very confident in his skills and likes to show off. Always togheter with Garly and Eri, joining their shenanigans and causing even more chaos.

Drogan: Garly's youguer brother. He's a soft boy, artistic inclined and not at all build for combat, but given their current circumstances he didnt had a choice. Sort of lives under Garly shadow, and likes to pretend hes fine with being the 'lesser' sibling. Part of the squad with Garly, Eri and Kyran as a support, he doesnt mind not receiving as much attention as the other trhee after all he barely gets involved in fighst anyway...

[grannysword2049]

"Nehwon's ghouls are not of the AD&D undead type, but are a species of humanoids unto themselves. They are almost totally transparent, except for their bones, which are grey. They are often mistaken for skeletons, and are almost invisible (80%) in the dark." (Jennell Jaquays, AD&D Deities & Demigods, TSR, 1980)

[alastor-125]

Elise Drogan

[askweisswolf]

Unfortunately for you all I still think I'm funny.

[djemsostylist]

The thing I love most about the Warhammer 40k Space Marine game, starring one Captain Titus of the Ultramarines, is that it explains NOTHING. AT ALL. This game goes "well you wouldn't be playing me if you didn't know what Warhammer was, right?" and they would probably be mostly correct except that no, actually, I didn't even know what a space marine was when I first played, way way back in the early 20teens.

The game dumps you into a world where you play as a Captain of the Ultramarines. What is an Ultramarine, you ask? Why it's Captain Titus of course! and Leandros and Sergeant Sidonus. Are there more of them? Maybe, who knows! What's a Blood Raven? It looks like you, but different colors, and there are also only 4 of them. Are all of the space marines just squads of 4? Did you used to have a fourth and he died? Are you an army or a strike force? Who knows! The game for sure isn't gonna tell you!

What's an "inquisitor?" Well, it's Drogan of course! The one you have you save! And he's a psyker see. (What's a psyker, you ask? Well, it's what the Inquisitor is! Is it the same thing? NO IDEA! Just keep killing!) Now, is he also a space marine? Hard to say! Are space marines big, or just people in like, really big armor? WHO KNOWS! Not you, now kill some orks! Why are we killing orks? Because that's your mission of course!

And oh, hey, you're on a Forge World, fighting through the factories of the mechnanicum. What are these things? Well, you're on them and in them, what else do you NEED to know?

My favorite bit is when the Forces of Chaos show up, and a demon rips his way out of the fabric of reality, and it's just like "oh yeah, did we forget to mention you might have to fight demons? OOPS! Well, they pop as delightfully as an ork, so hop to it!" and then they just give you a different sort of Really Big Gun you can use to get on with the killing. Leandros seems concerned, the Inquisitor and Sidonus don't (and who outranks who? The regular men and women call you "Lord" but you call the Inquisitor "Lord" and all of you seem beholden to a "God-Emperor" (and is he an emperor or a God, or something of both?) but the only thing that matters is whether you chose a Plasma Rifle or a Lascanon to get through this next round, so who are you to question anything?

When the Inquisitor tells you to "meet at the monument" you just do, even though the monument is a nondescript hooded figure that says nothing and means little (except that these people do have monuments to something, and is it a saint? a martyr?) and so you go there anyway because there are more greenskins coming and you are about to get a thunderhammer (and maybe a jumppack, though those never last long.)

There are skulls sort of everywhere and everything looks like some sort of outsized Gothic cathedral and the voice that drones on and on sounds British and clipped and the words she says are dystopian and strange but there are always more orks to kill (and demons and men who look like you but aren't you, and are they really men behind those masks anymore, spilling from yawning purple clouds and splattering the walls with blood before vanishing i a lingering miasma) so you just keep going.

At one point a man who is not a man offers you the chance to become a god, to become a creature of whatever form you wish, and you still aren't entirely sure what the ultramarines are (and who is Lord Guilliman and his tenants your battle brother holds so dear) but there is a certainty in your refusal, a rigid belief that you won't fall because you can't fall (and did the man who is not a man who offers you a godhood fall? or has he always been like this?) but you deny him anyway (because you can, because you must, because you are an Ultramarine or because you believe in something more?) and you fight and fight and fight and kill and kill and kill and kill and kill and bleed until perhaps there is no blood left (your armor is huge and cumbersome and the floor shakes when you land but you move with grace and speed and roll and dodge and kill and live and what are you even, really?) and in the end you have saved a world and when you say "More than you know" you mean it with your whole heart because you are human, you are, you bleed, and you tire, and you grieve and you mourn (but are you human, really? if you can touch the darkness and not give in, not turn aside, if men call you angels and demons speak of gods) and it all means nothing because men you are you but not you show up, men in black and white (they look like Holy Orders, Hospitallers or something close) and a man who is an Inquisitor who is not Drogan, who speaks softly but firmly and they take you away and Leandros looks on with fear and maybe regret (and you do it to save Mira, you think, her and all the others you died a thousand times to save except you lived, and she lived, and they call you Angels and if you can't die maybe it's true, or perhaps you love them, all of them, the men and women who look at you with awe and fear and love, and isn't that being an Angel, in the end?)

Anyway, I've played this game thrice through (easy, medium, hard) and read all the codex and I still, to this day, do not know what happens at the Siege of Terra and what happens to make 30k 40k, and I think that's really sort of beautiful, in the end.

[alelathedragon]

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I plot on taking a LONG time to get yo ass. Be afraid

*Murders you with art*

I TOLD YOU I WAS GONNA GET YOU BACK @alelathedragon!!! I TOLD YOU!!!!!

Ahem, anyways. I'm bad at words so lemme just say this:

It has been awesome becoming mutuals with you and I'm happy that dragons were able to bring us together! It makes me smile knowing you get excited over my silly dragon drawings so I thought I'd make one just for you with your dragonsona included cuz why not?

I absolutely ADORE your Kramzzles/Holiday-Deity AU!! It's genuinely awesome!! Just like you!!

And I totally wasn't listening to the HTTYD soundtrack while working on this