#grimward

[mrsthunderkin]

Bellfaust Grimward, world famous Sorcerer, innovator, alcoholic, bane of the Glass Archives, future lich and grandpa to Adelaide Byrd and her brothers.

A grimy little hobo man that I love

Featuring Walthozar the junk merchant whomst I ALSO love

[ghostiezone]

the beloved!!

[your-grand-adventure]

Buster World Chapter 1: Welcome to your new life

Floor 1

One-two-three. One-two-three. Martial Arts class was great. One-two-three. One-two-three. Especially when you get to stay a bit late and learn how boxing works. One-two-three. One-two-three!

“Sorry kid, I can’t stay out here for much longer. Do you want to go to my house?” Captain said.

“Sorry Mister, Mom and Dad say I can’t enter the apartments unless one of them has taken me there”.

“Sad, I would have taken care of you”.

“Bye, Captain!”

“Bye Maxie!”

I walked away from the gym, and into the darker than normal mall. Dad was always late. Mom couldn’t pick me up because she was sick. Sick with something I wasn’t allowed to know about. I don’t like that. I need to know. I could help. So why doesn’t anyone tell me about anything big or important? I made it to the exit my dad always grabs me from.

I sat on the cushioned bench, waiting for my father. Sunshine Mall was built over an old market place. There were a few legends about said marketplace. It’s said that during the solstices and equinoxes, the marketplace would be closed. Monsters would then use the marketplace as a playground. It’s probably just a legend. But I would like to meet some monsters. Preferably nice monsters.

Ding-

The pit had an elevator now? Nice. Was wondering when people would finally clean it out. They never said anything about this.

Maybe I could go on a real quick adventure.

The inside of the elevator was tinted a slimy green. Not sure if it was the light or from there being actual mold inside. I was much too bored to care about that, however. The seats are really cushiony. There were buttons up to 3 and down to… Holy Toledo. Last I remember, there was only 1 basement floor. Does… Does that mean that… Oh! Maybe the monsters are real!

I press B10.

That was a mistake.

The elevator creaked. I sat down on the middle seat. *Crick, Creak*. The elevator dropped like the Tower of Terror. I passed out.

Floor B11

I woke up in agony. I’m so sorry. I sobbed. Someone please make the pain stop. I pick myself up, piece-by-piece. I want to vomit. I stagger out of the elevator and into a cave, wheezing and choking. Snot is dripping out of my nose. I closed my eyes.

“Hey, Kid!”

My eyes popped open. Someone was here! Please help! I collapsed onto my knees.

“Can you heal yourself?”

“No! *cough* I can’t!” I sputtered, “Please helb me!”

I saw a pair of red glowing lights. I whimpered.

“Shush… Get up”.

I forced myself up.

“Why?”

And then the thing grabbed me.

“Please be quiet. I didn’t think I would have to take care of you”.

He picked me up, bridal style.

“You are awfully weak. That’s suspicious. I’m not taking you to the doc… We’re going home”.

He got a blanket out of nowhere and slowly wrapped it around me. He then walked away, carrying me off as if I were a child.

“Say, would a lullaby soothe you? I can feel you shaking”.

I nodded, hacking quickly.

“Hannata no zouko, atashi no zou”

“Amera no yakou, Zakashi no rio”

“Ameragi toya, toya, toya”

“Atashi mayagi”

I slowly closed my eyes. I wanted to go home. I regret trying to go on a ‘little adventure’. I wish I could have just stayed on the first floor.

“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. They don’t like to hear you cry”.

“Who’re ‘they’?”

“‘They’ are the ones who got powerful and lucky enough to be able to hide away from the other floors. They’ve long stopped considering humans to be worthy prey, instead terrorizing below average Demiurges”.

“What does that make you?” I was just curious.

“I am the servant of the Lesser Demigod Flicker, Being of Communication and Electromagnetism”.

“Why did you save me?”

“If you got down here, then you must be very powerful. Be it strength, intelligence, constitution, wisdom, or charisma, you must be powerful”.

He could force having any form of constitution off of that list.

“When pushed down to nothing, even the most enduring would cry”.

“Did… did you just…?”

“Yes, I did just read your mind. Don’t worry. Everyone who has lived on a mortal plane for their younger years has had trouble hiding thoughts and defending their mind. I’ll teach you. I have to teach you”.

We kinda stopped talking after that. And I kinda fell asleep.

Grimward’s Home

“Hmmmm, hmmmm hmmm. Hmm Hmmm Hmmmm Hmmmmmmm”.

The Grim Reaper was right there, humming to himself, knitting a black scarf.

“Hmmm? Oh hello Emmy. Why are you so surprised?”

“Who’s Emmy?”

“Oh, you don’t remember? Do you know who Gunshot is?”

“No”.

“How about Cat?”

“No”.

“Starstorm?”

“No? Why are you asking me about these people?”

“Just checking if you are who you think of yourself. Do you know about someone who calls themself Underworld?”

“No, but he sounds like a prick”.

“AH-HA! You are but an innocent victim of a man who exploited the reincarnation system. His name is Emmy and he left you early. Underworld is/was his lover an-”

“Underworld is-slash-was his WHAT?”

“Have you not thought that men could commune with each other? Or even that women could commune with each other”.

“I… I didn’t know people could do that. I mean how would they do that?”

“You will learn that when you grow up. Can I continue?”

“Yeah. Just kinda weirded out. I was a guy and I liked men”.

“Gunshot was his second-in-command. Cat was his second lover. Starstorm is a random chick that he liked for a reason I have a pet theory on that I’m not telling you”.

“O.K…. Sooo what does that mean to me?”

“It means this is a safe place. Nothing to worry about here. Talk to me about anything you have a problem with”.

“I want to go home”.

“Yeah… About that. Someone stole all 13 of the buttons from the elevator’s panel. Yes, some asshole wants you to stay down here. Hmmmm”.

“Why would someone want me to stay down here?”

“Because they want you to go mad. Yes. I think Emmy isn’t too happy that you haven’t died”.

“How the hell does that even work?! Did he possess my body?”

“No. When he lacks a body, Emmy watches and follows his incarnations. Sometimes he takes physical form to gaslight, lock things up, and make damn well sure they either die or succumb”.

“Well that’s terrifying”.

“Don’t worry. He prefers to watch. I don’t know what sets him off anymore. It appears we must part. Farewell Miss, see you tomorrow night”.

“Wait! Wait!”

???’s Farm

“Good Morning to you, Good Morning to you, Good Morning La-dy~ Good Morning to you”.

Fudgesicles. This was real. That guy was real.

“Welcome to the land of the wake. Can I know your name?”

“Y-yeah? I guess? My name is Maxie Theseus. I’m just a kid. I don’t have the power you want me to have”.

“Cute~. Say, would you like to take over my farm after you heal up? I’m moving on to something better in existence”.

“I-yeah. I’ll take it as long as you can help me find a way home”.

“Sure Maxie, why not. I’ll also have to find someone else to take over the farm after you leave, so that will take a while. Why don’t we go and explore the farm?”

He helped me up. I’m different. It… it hurts. He forced me to walk. 1-step, 2-step, 3-step, 4-step, 5-step, 6-step, 7-step, 8-step, 9-step, 10-step. 10 steps to get from the bed to the door. He picks me up.

“Stop crying. You’ll have to walk more later”.

Suddenly, those words were more intimidating. I could tolerate the guy. But now, he was terrifying.

“Good to know you’re not crying anymore. Now, all you have to do is stop being so scared, and you’ll be fine. Everyone in town will like you”.

“There’s a town down here?”

“Yes, we’re going there tomorrow. I’ll have to dress you up a bit, but you’ll be fine”.

He opened the door, revealing a normal grassy pasture, a normal bright blue sky, and the sun. The sun looked like a child had drawn it. Orange triangles floating only a few inches away from a yellow circle. A yellow circle with a sideways diamond shaped eye. A sideways diamond shaped eye with three simple pupils. The middle one long, the two side ones short.

“You’re scared of the sun? Maxie, the sun is one of the few things keeping this farm going”.

“Yeah, I just… I don’t want to be impolite but the sun kinda freaks me out”.

“Don’t worry, It’s fine. You seem to be new here. [Farmer], did you bring her in during the night?”

“Yes, yes, I did. Are you angry at me for being a good person? I saved her from bleeding out, unknown and unremembered. Is that not good enough?”

“I know you better than to believe that. I’ll keep a sky high eye out for you doing bad things towards her”.

“Fine, we’re here. Welcome to the barn… Goddamnit”.

The barn was a bizarre sight. As it was on fire. A group of tiny sheep were trying to put out the blaze, with buckets on their backs and intensely panicked expressions. A small red, furless, woolless ram sat inside the barn, with a face best described as blank. Not literally, but it’s face betrayed no emotion.

A gust of wind forcefully blew the fire out.

“I’m sorry about this. My Putto are less than competent, and my Imp is a troublemaker. NOW FIX THIS!”

The small sheep bounced over to another building, one lost it’s bucket.

“Can you grab that?” the [Farmer] asked me, “I’ll put you down, you walk over and pick it up. I’ll pick you up if you can’t walk anymore”.

He put me on my feet. They still felt raw, but I could do this.

1-step, 2-step, 3-step, 4-step, 5-step, 6-step.

That wasn’t bad. I turn around. The guy has disappeared.

1-step, 2-step, 3-step, 4-step, 5-step, 6-step.

I’m just going to explore the barn. A small stable and a chicken coop. With a burnt hole in it. I leave the barn. I’m going back to the house.

1-step, 2-step, 3-step, 4-step, 5-step, 6-step, 7-step, 8-step, 9-step, 10-step, 11-step.

Almost there.

1-step, 2-step, 3-step, 4-step, 5-step, 6-step, 7-st-

“Hey kid, do you know where Boss is?”

The Ram was right there. Right next to the door. And he was speaking to me. Was he what Boss/the [Farmer]/That guy meant by ‘Imp’?

“I don’t know. He just disappeared when I went to pick up this bucket”.

“Bastard. He left you to suffer and your wounds to fester. I will never allow him to return in the daytime without apologizing”.

The Sun sat low on the horizon.

My stomach growled.

“I’m going inside. I need to get some rest and eat some food”.

I pull the door open. I slowly walk in. I am safe. I’m O.K. Today was rough. I hope this all was just one long stupid dream. I go to the other side of the house. It had a kitchen. I open a cabinet. There’s a little packet that says it has noodles. I open another cabinet. A pot. There is a sink in front of the window at the back of the house. I fill the pot with warm water. I sat the pot on the oven, put on the boily thing, and walked over to the bed side of the house.

I sat on the bed. I finally decided to look myself over. Bandages covered my legs. I won’t be taking them off. Not yet. My arms are also covered in bandages. Bandages are rapping my ch-

There’s a hole in my abdomen, stretching from just below my belly button to just below my boobs. Not good. Not good at all. I can see the bones. I seal the hole with the bandages.

My head aches. I grab my head. It’s not the one I had yesterday. It’s-It’s not. My chin’s spiky(two spikes, to be exact), my teeth- my lips are gone. There are only cinderblock teeth. I reach for the bridge of my nose and almost poke myself in my eyes. My eyes are bigger. I tap the tip of my nose-tik. It’s a metal rectangle. I rub my temples. Eyelashes that feel like felt protrude from the sides of my eyes. My hair is really soft and really fluffy. Except in two little areas in the back. I had horns. Hair horns.

The water is now bubbling. I go over to the pot, break the noodles, I pop the noodles in. I check the packet. 3 minutes, stir once for slightly soft noodles, stir twice for medium softness, stir three times or more to make edible for mortals. I’m so tired. I need a wooden spoon, a bowl, a pot holder and a fork. I open the cabinet above the oven, there’s the bowls. I open one of those sliding cabinets. There’s a nice collection of silverware, a wooden spoon, and a bottle of some liquid. I grab a fork and the wooden spoon. I. do. NOT. touch. the. Bottle. I place the bowl and fork onto the counter that juts out towards the bedside. I stirred the pot. Just a bit longer. I poke the noodles with the wooden spoon. Definitely soft enough. I turned off the boily thing. I’m doing great. I poured the noodles and some water into the bowl. I got the flavor packet out. Dumped it in. frick, some of it is on me. I’m just going to eat and have the consequences follow me later. I’m so tired. The noodles are too hot but I’m eating them right now just to get them done.

The taste is good. It’s chicken, but not quite. The noodles are just the right size and softness to be slipped between my teeth. The taste is good. It’s chicken, but not quite. I eat more and more and mor and mor and mr and mr and-

The bowl is now empty. It was so nice to eat. I’m even more tired now. But it’s a happy tired. A kind of tiredness that says I’ve accomplished something. Even if this is real and I haven’t actually done anything, I feel good.

I place the bowl, the wooden spoon, and the fork into the sink. I’ll wash them tomorrow.

I walk over to the bed and get in. It creaks beneath me. Strange. It held me well in the morning. 1-sheep, 2-sheep, 3-sheep, 4-sheep, 5-sheep, 6-sheep, 7-sheep, 8-sheep, 9-sheep, 10-sheep. It takes a while for me to start dozing. I can normally force myself to go to sleep. Why isn’t it working? Why can’t I sleep? There is something watching me. Who is watching me? I’m scared. I want to go home. Let me try again: 1-sheep, 2-sheep, 3-sheep, 4-sheep, 5-sheep, 6-sheep, 7-sheep, 8-sheep… 9-sheep…… 10-sheep.

[annikavelde]

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.:ANATOMY:. Head: LeLutka - Briannon Body: Legacy Hair: Magika - Amy

.:CLOTHING:. Glasses: Salem - Irving Glasses @ Wizarding Faire Shoulder Pet: Halo - Troubled Tree Twig  Sweater: Palette - Houses Sweater @ Wizarding Faire Book: Mug - Wicked Witchy - Spell Book gacha

.:SCENE:. Background: VARONIS - Sombre Cauldrons: Raindale - Grimward Cauldrons Owl: Foxwood - Lunar Owls - Snow

[the-rose-knight]

MEET THE CHARACTER: Brynja "The Undying" Blackpaw.

Brynja is my longest current PC, being made roughly four years ago. She is a warrior from the Ulven race (a homebrew, viking themed culture with strong ties to wolves and honorable combat). She is a combat instructor and the Weapon Master of the most elite fighting force on the continent, Pack Longfang. Her title of "Undying" has been earned time and time again in combat, as death never seems to stick to her, despite her dangerous line of work.

She is a mother, a wife, crowned champion of the Grand Melee Tournament, and is canonically transgender!

"Clan Axhound tried to kill me. Clan Grimward tried to kill me. The Mordok have tried with their weapons and their magic. The Creeping Corruption tried. The Red-eyed Syndar tried. The Dirge Swamp has tried. Death itself cannot kill me; what makes you think you can?"

[antares-8]

So I was going to exercise restraint and space these A Chorus of Dragons posts out longer, but I’m very bad at it. Have a theory about the Stone of Shackles!

(Spoilers under the cut, obviously.)

Tl;dr: The Stone of Shackles is not Rol’amar’s Cornerstone. Instead, it’s Xaloma’s, and they both might have been permanently destroyed by the end of RoK.

I don’t actually own copies of RoK or TNoAT, so I can’t cite everything by page without a trip to the library. However, I remember enough.

Relos Var is a lying liar who lies. When Kihrin asked him which dragon was linked to the Stone of Shackles, he claimed that it was Rol’amar. However, Senera and her Cornerstone weren’t present, so we just have to take his word for it. 

By the end of MoS, we know that Baelosh is linked to Wildheart and Sharanakal to Worldhearth. This makes perfect sense. Plant dragon=plant rock. Volcano dragon=heat rock. Following that pattern, you’d expect Rol’amar’s Cornerstone to be somehow related to his ability to create undead abominations. Sure enough, the appendix of MoS reveals that there’s a Cornerstone called Grimward that can raise the dead. Grimward fits Rol’amar in ways that the Stone of Shackles does not. Death dragon=death rock.

The SoS is related to souls. It causes souls to switch bodies and its mere existence allows gaeshe, which work by splitting the soul. Xaloma is the dragon of souls, the one who hangs out in the Afterlife. I’m not quite certain what it means to be the dragon of souls, but it suggests that her Cornerstone has something to do with souls because, according to our pattern, soul dragon=soul rock.

So I’m about 90% certain that RV lied to Kihrin. Why give his enemy extra information on how to kill a powerful creature that he can control? 

However, I don’t think that that’s the only lie RV told that night. I believe that he lied about the exact method for killing dragons. It’s logical that you’d have to destroy a dragon and its Cornerstone in order to really kill it, but do you really have to do them both within 30 seconds? That just seems kind of arbitrary. And it’s not like RV didn’t have motivation to make Kihrin act quickly, without time to really think things through. Plus, it makes Team Hellwarriors less likely to go around dragonslaying if it’s that precisely timed.

I believe that if a dragon and its Cornerstone are dead and shattered at the same time, then they’re gone. A dead dragon uses its Cornerstone to come back to life, while a shattered Cornerstone uses its dragon to reform. (Don’t ask me about the mechanics, because I haven’t figured that out yet.) But if both links in the chain are broken, neither can repair itself.

Hence Xaloma’s possible state of perma-deadness. While Kihrin didn’t shatter the SoS within 30 seconds of going all nova on Xaloma, he did it within just a few hours. Xaloma was likely still dead when the SoS was destroyed, so if my many, many maybes are correct, then Xaloma and the SoS might be gone for good. 

[labrador-beefcake]

How did you two meet?

We’ve both talked about it a few times, but I always like bringing it up! We first met at a LARP event that took place on my birthday. It was a market faire event where I played two different characters. The first was Wargah Grimward, the daughter of one of the main antagonists at the time who took her personality equally from Draco Malfoy (yes, I *did* use the phrase “wait till my father hears about this!” in game more than once) and Scar from the Lion King (plotting, jealous, petty, and extra as FUCK). She talks a big game and can back some of it up, but most of her power comes from her relationship to her father. I got to walk around and just be a major bitch to people all day. Then I switched out to what was my main character at the time: Captain Anne Cash of the New Aldorian Marines. A navy woman who deserted, joined a crew of pirates, became first mate and mayor of their little port town, did some soul searching and decided she had more of a moral compass than being a pirate would allow, and was allowed to rejoin the New Aldorian Navy and establish/lead the Marines as a specialized, elite group of warriors. I was the bodyguard for the Prince of New Aldoria, threw around a bunch of coin, and chatted it up with as many people as I could (Anne’s silver tongue got her out of as much trouble as it got her into). Near the end of the event, I was granted the honor of a knighthood. Part of the ceremony was a slap across the face as the ceremonial “Last blow to ever go unanswered” (I was not expecting it as a player, and it was not RPed, but the Prince and I are very close friends out of game and he had my explicit permission beforehand to do whatever made for a better scene). My cheek stung for a while, so I hired this cute little prositute who had been chatting me up all day to fill a tankard with ice water and hold it to my face. One thing led to another, and now we have a baby and are figuring out official wedding stuff! (Sorry, I know this went on for a while about my side of things, but to be fair, I wasn’t in Zeke’s adorable little shoes, so he’ll have to fill you in on his side!)

[aislynndmerricksson]

Xaloma Grimward from @jennlyonsandtigers #chorusofdragons series https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ6nHzLLWdK/?utm_medium=tumblr

[im-just-velvet]

Doodles! Doodles Everywhere! (Do You Kno Da Wae) Roy and Lud -Nintendo Cags,Bep,Djim,Grimward and Cala -StudioMDRH

[oliviagrimward-blog]

Coming up with a brand name. I wanted to come up with something simple which used my name, and made it clear what type of designer I am. I came up with og.gd standing for Olivia Grimward Graphic Design, but simplified it to oGd (emphasising the G to symbolise it standing for Grimward, and Graphic).

Because of my interest in fashion and desire to design fashion graphics, I thought about using thread to make the “g” bolder.

[mrsthunderkin]

When your future bbymamma has been making your life a living hell and turning your windows upside down as casual flirting.

You get a little weirder than normal

[ghostiezone]

sometimes self care is turning your minecraft builds into evil lesbians <3 @astersandalliums

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(design notes under the cut!)

[patriciabravitz]

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