#horn of eld

[rrcraft-and-lore]

Comparative mythology - comparative storytelling. The former leads to the latter?

Yeah. . .

We've got magic horns and magic rings. Staves and swords. All the mystical magical macguffins MC Protagonist might acquire.

The One Ring - cursed, and grants you the power of invisibility -- all but from the flaming (allergy season is hell in mordor) eye of Sauron.

But what rings are there from our world (myth or real) that are similar?

Silchester (Hampshire) England that has ten facets and is graven with the image of Venus. The ring was discovered at a Roman site in England and later a Roman plaque was discovered with an inscription dedicated to the god Nodens and the inscription is a curse as well as detailing the loss of the ring - the god having lost it. A lost ring from a powerful being with a curse.

But we also have the the Ring of Gyges -- a ring --

Enter the Ring of Silvianus - ring from 4th century CE-- that allows the wearer to turn invisible. The story goes that a shepherd found the ring in a cave on the corpse of a creature larger than a man (it's implied its humanoid), and the ring adjusted to his size, and when worn and fiddled with - adjusted - (maybe turned - translations be translations) it...turns you invisible.

The Ring of the Nibelung (1876) - composed of four parts from german/norse epics -- this is the story of a magical gold ring that gives the wearer the power to rule the world!

Horn of Valere - wheel of time

Horn of Eld - dark tower

Did they take it from each other? Or...just stories?

WoT has an important mythic figure, Artur Hawking, a king arthur analog. The Dark Tower has Artur Eld or of Eld (eld is the archaic word for old so Artur of old)

Arthurian inspired stories or cognates include the famous Song of Roland (poem) from the matter of france or Carolingian cycle - a french legendary material similar (cognate) to the british arthurian - you can see the influence of that all through dark tower btw quite literally with names, roles, descent, and orders being named/used.

Anyways...both given tropes/beats were likely inspired by the song of roland as well as the silver horn many might forget about in LotR-- because it's in the books but cut from the movies. But Elrohir, one of Elrond's sons, gives Aragorn a silver horn with which to summon the army of the dead he's owed fealty from.

Magic horns summoning the dead, rallying armies, all that? Old as time. Cuz we love our war and we love our horns. HEHEH big magic horn go BRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM and...summon the dead?

[subbalakshmisastry]

Endangered Sangai / Eld's deer / Thamin Deer | Mysore Zoo | Mysore Tourism

[therandompagesblog]

Her Soul for His Soul Chapter 6🌜Seungmin🌛

Trigger Warnings: Murder, Death, Possession, Blood, Injury, Self-harm, Substance abuse, Manipulation

Jeongin has been off since he disappeared. Three days ago he disappeared and left me in the human world searching for my book! He was an impossible demon! Easily distracted and then appear with the most exotic excuses. "Where have you been?! Huh? Where this time? Pretending to soul hunt or knocked up a human?" I asked angrily. My frustration was radiant. "Is it even possible to knock up a human?" He asked like he learned some new lore. "I don't know go and try it!" I stated, walking off into the graveyard. "Maybe I will-" "Do not. Lucifer and the council will have a death day for that. I would not even risk it." I stated. "Where did you go anyway?" "I got summoned by a human. Curious thing she is." Jeongin stated like he came across the most beautiful demon angel there was. "How unexciting. Get your book, take her soul and then donate it to your cousin." I stated. Humans summoning you was never a good idea. They were casualties. Liabilities. They want and want until there's nothing left. They loved the control and I knew that. I lived with a family for generations.       Jeongin on the other hand had never experienced such a thing. He was a curious and naive Grim-demon! He was supposed to hunt souls, collect them and send them to the underworld or feast on them. Some Grim's feast on souls like it was a delicacy. I've never tried it.       Jeongin collected souls from the Sea of Souls. It was a pond in the Grim realm. He fished them out and presented them to the Grim Reaper. The Grim of all Gims. The reaper that sowed.          A fascinating Grim that no one knew much about. Not even Jeongin knew him that well. Still, he presented souls to him.        He never left these realms. He never visited the human world. Now he was curious. He was being far too inquisitive for his own good. I had to stop it, but I needed him.       It was bad enough that Jeongin had grown infatuated with this mere vulnerable being. A being that would damn him.       Jeongin looked up at me with a grin. His big smile and lop-sided horns were things that I had never noticed before or paid attention to. "Your horns are crooked!" I bemused. The young Grim-Demon hissed in anger. "I was born that way." Jeongin hissed. His long tail hit the wall. Catching the painting. "Do you have to pick faults, you sadist!" "Sadism is a monstrous thing for demons. We thrive for it. Unlike you who should have been born a fairy or a little devil." I laughed. "Your fang is broken!" Jeongin tormented. "And your eyes glow yellow not gold!" "Watch your tongue!" I warned. Jeongin let his long forked-tongue flicker out! Bouncing away in the wind. I caught it. Yanking him forward! "Baby Grim-Demon wherefore art though a problem?!" "So poetic," Jeongin grumbled.       I stood up and left The Humans. A favourite pub of mine. It was ironic considering human souls often found their way into here to drink with demons. When they died of course. They loved a pub that was named after them, but it was actually an insult! A Demon in our realm created it for all the souls that he hunted and tormented! It was a fine pub in my realm but in another one, it was filled with damned souls who weren't let into heaven so Lucifer created the underworld with the Grim Reaper.

THE UNDERWORLD WAS REMARKABLE. It was bright blue cloudy skies with electric blue wisps that danced around the sky and in the fields. It was a magical place! It was big enough to house the deceased human population. It was vast and never-ending. The human's spiritual soul was protected here. It was the Grim Reaper's most powerful law. No demons, angels, eld beasts, or ridiculously evil souls were permitted to enter. Only Reapers.      The reason was Reapers were guardians of the dead. They protected them. Any human that died. Reapers would visit them and walk them to the underworld. The human spirit would meet the Guardian Reaper who would explain the basic laws: do not harm, do not steal and do not kill. Once they were free to roam they could do as they pleased.      Some may even become Reapers themselves and go on a course where they were taught how to reap. It was an art.       If a human ever broke a law. The Grim would walk them to the hell realms where the council decides where they go. A demon would take them to that realm.        The thing was, us demons loved new spirits. They reeked of fear and death. Some human spirits never succeed and lived peacefully. Others were hunted in this realm or bullied! Only the very few were respected by demons.        The council member Christopher. His dead name, is Chan. He had a lover who was too kind for hell. He met her in the 1800's. She was a serving girl. Too kind for any mortal.         She hated Hell. She tried to adapt and learn the dead language but she was defeated. In the end, Chan walked her to the Grim Reaper to the underworld realm. Chan had let her go.        This was something everyone in Hell spoke about. It was such a noble thing to do. More noble than what I would have done ever. If I ever and mean ever found a human as he did she would be damned with me in Hell.

HUMANS WERE EXHAUSTING AND TESTED MY PATIENCE! Me and Jeongin went into every damn charity shop looking for my book and nobody knew what I was looking for! They either looked at me with fear or disgust. Jeongin on the other hand attracted the old ladies as being a cute charmer or an attractive being.       Our human versions were slightly different! They were the human norm. Except our faces were similar to our demon version. Our demon selves had added features such as horns, blackened skin, groves and bumps. Some were worse than others. Or better. Like me.       Jeongin was loving the human realm. He liked the acknowledgement and the interest whereas I needed this book. "Will you stop? Acts of flirtation are meek. If you want to fuck, fuck your human that summoned you!?" I glared as I sipped on some bitter coffee thinking about my poor book! "Do you think she would want to?" I looked up at him. Does he really think I would know? I don't even know who she is. "Jeongin-" "Yes. Yes. Your book. We have looked in seventeen charity shops. Why don't we try witchy places?" "What?!" "This town has all sorts going on. There's probably some witch who has stolen it. I Spar.net-ed it. You know the internet?" I looked at him and gave him a nod to continue. "Anyway there are two main bookstores you see Sleepy Hollows and Witchy Worlds! But there are six witch stores in general?" "Alright let's try them," I stated.        We tried Witchy Worlds first as it was the closest one. Straight away they told us someone tried to donate it but they refused to take it because it was demonic so they told the person to send it to Sleepy Hollows.       So now we were at Sleepy Hollows. A small bookshop on the outskirts of Mystshell. For the first time, I could smell my book but it was faint. "Sorry, we're closed?" The voice of a man stated. "A book was delivered here. Where is it?" I hummed out. Using my gift, I dragged the person towards me. They gasped. "The book. Uh. Uh. It belongs to you?!" I crossed my arms and allowed my tenor to squeeze his throat. "Someone stole it. It was gone the next day?!" "Cameras?" Jeongin asked. He clearly did his homework on humans. "They haven't been working for weeks." My tenor threw the young man into the wall. I hissed in frustration and stormed out of the shop.       I was beyond angry. That book wasn't only the key to summoning me. It was the book of my ancestry. It was my book. Who I was. My victories. My failurew. It was the key to me. And if some human stumbled across it, let alone another demon who could read it. I was inevitably fucked. "I'm sorry hyung. I will create a plan." Jeongin promised but he couldn't. Some fucker was out there and I wanted to hunt them. "Apparently it was gone last week. So let's hope a human dumps it because they can't read it." Jeongin whispered. The last bit was more said to himself than me.       I growled and hissed at the wall. Placing my hands on either side of my head against the wall angrily. I didn't know what to do. "Hyung! Where are you going?" Jeongin asked. "Nowhere... Fuck sake." I grumbled.

"AHHHHHHH!" A PIERCING SCREAM HIT MY EARS! I winced at the high-pitched voice. This place stinks of entities. Pwah it's bad in here. "Bloody hell!?" The human gasped. "There's no blood in hell. That's offensive." I said. Shrugging my arms. The small human looked up at me. She looked petrified. Human you summoned me. "Who are you? What do you want?" She asked "You summoned me! What do you want?" I asked irritatedly. I looked over and saw my book. My book.       The human was quick to grab and throw it towards her friend who looked as though she had been attacked by an entity. I smirked when my book burned her, yet I was confused as to why my book didn't burn the human screeching in front of me.  I winced when the human chucked my book. It was like watching my pet being harmed. Except I didn't have a pet. "What are you? What is your name?" She whispered.        Before I could respond the human hurled all over a poor motorcycle. This human's sick smelled of liquor and spirit. Great I was a drunken summon. Fantastic. I might as well kill her accidentally and hand her to the Grim Reaper. "Which name? My given name or my dead name?" I asked impatiently. "Your real name?" She asked as she wiped her mouth. "My dead name is Seungmin. What is yours human?" I asked. "Y/N. My name is Y/N," Y/N confirmed. Slowly she walked towards me. Curiously.        I looked at her. Her Halloween makeup was smudged and she appeared to be a devil. A fucking devil. That was insulting considering demons and devils were similar. Devils were smaller tinier creatures. "I summoned you because I need protection. I need your protection from these things that keep haunting me!" She said surely. "Uh, huh!" "Let me explain. Me and my friends played the Ouija board and summoned a spirit! Winter and Lisa pulled away without saying goodbye now the spirits want me." I stared at her like a demon child who got caught thieving a soul. I wanted to pat her head and tell her how naughty she was. "Since then things keep happening to me. Today one attacked me. I need it to stop. Without you, I can't do it. I don't even know how to." "Your first mistake was playing with an Ouija board. Your second mistake was not saying goodbye, but goodbye doesn't always work." I told her.       How stupid was a human to mess with entities? Ouija boards were like books for every Lucifer damned entity. Humans never learned. They do it every time. I could let an entity consume her and kill her but then she would become one. Since she asked for my help and she has my book I might as well see what she has to offer since she was bargaining.        I could see by the look of her face and her friend's face how bad it was. The entity was coming into their world. It had imprinted itself on one of them. Probably both of them. "Alright I will help and get rid of them, but I want something in return!" I smirked. "Anything. I need you, you need me!" She blurted out nervously. She was calculating everything. She wasn't sure who I was yet. "Yes. If I help you. You must do everything I say. Cooperation is key. In return, I want your soul." I simply said. "What happens if I give you my soul?" She asked. "For full disclaimers, your soul is mine until the day you die then I'll let you go. I protect what's mine until you pass." I answered. "How do I give you my soul?" She asked quickly as if her life depended on it!       I opened my arm and summoned my knife. Handing it to her. She took it but gave me a look. "Say the summoning words, but before the last bit. Say you give your soul to me and then carve my name in your arm. You have to do it" I told her.        I watched her speak the words. Her words sent shivers up my tail that were yet to be shown to her. I watched her carve my name on her arm. Every letter bound us together. Ever so slowly. She was being slow and careful because of the pain! Once it was done I felt our connection. From today onwards I would know where she was no matter what. I would look after her because I was good to my pets and she would slowly learn that.

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[irlactualhuman]

80's Hibiki Intro WENT SO HARD THO

Like fuck who is this boi?! Is that a sword on his back?! Cool ass goggles in the desert like he's hunting down the Man in Black with the Horn of Eld on his hip or some shit.

Just. Mmph.

Ranma 1/2 is all about men I would absolutely destroy for free.

[the-lunatic-archives]

A young woman awakes amidst a mountain of corpses, buried in snow.

Perhaps she is also a corpse, herself- gaunt and wiry, deathly pale and cold to the touch. Her cheeks are sallow, her hair a pallid white, and her eyes blood-red. Black horns jut out of the sides of her head, marking her as a demon, no different than the countless other such corpses buried with her, dressed in the same rugged, war-and-weather-tested garb as herself- as a mercenary, bidden to do war for nations, for causes they cared and felt nothing for. She, however, was special- or perhaps, that's what she wishes to believe, stumbling over the countless bodies beneath her, finding a sea of faceless masks- meant to protect each mercenary's identity, now made to remove their personhood- half-buried in the falling snow. As she steadies herself from a fall, she finds a weight off one side of her body- an arm had fallen off, though no blood flowed between the torn areas. She traces back her steps, falls on her knees until she can find her arm again- thankfully, her other arm could still move, and simply jamming the shoulder back into its joint fixes the problem just fine. She stands back up, turning around to grasp the enormity of the battlefield she had been in and in the center of the corpse-sea had been drawn a gash of fire that tore through the earth, and footprints leading away from it, though even that would soon be erased by the snow. There, inside that gash, lies a black metal coffin, perhaps half a head taller than herself, bound in icy-white chains and secured with nine locks. She runs to it, sagging upon it before pulling it out, holding onto it by its chains, absent any visible handles on the coffin. It occurs not to her that there might be something inside. Rather, she has a feeling she knows already what had been left behind here. It is a comfortable weight in her hands. She will gladly take on this weight. That is what its owner would have wanted, after all. Metal coffin scrapes through frozen earth, as the young woman follows the fast-fading footprint trail into a snow-laden birch forest.

Night soon falls. There were unlikely to be any beasts seeking prey at this time of the year, let alone ones that would consider her as prey, and her body feels no more or less tired than it had been since waking up, yet she still feels a compulsion to lie down, to stop and rest. The coffin sighs in assent. She finds a spot to lower the coffin beside herself, and allows herself to sink into the snow.

Her mind wanders once more... In the days of eld, there was a giant- some might say a god, even- who was known as "Surtr", whose flames once devastated the world, before it was felled by ice and snow, sealed within the distant north. Just as there are countless stories of such an entity, many will add their own additions. Often, they paint a similar picture when put together, like overlapping sheets of paper over one another, and illuminating it from the front and back. These stories often tell of another by Surtr's side, as its herald, its confidant, and some even say its consort: the one named 'Sinmara'. She quite likes the idea. She is pursuing such an overwhelming flame, after all. To become one with it would be an honor. So, her name would be Sinmara, after that fabled figure. Her old name... She would entrust this name with the coffin. With this resolved, Sinmara allows her body to relax, and drift off to sleep- or at least, what her memories remember as such.

Morning comes once more. Sinmara's eyes open, and her arms have fallen off from the shoulder down. Like a much-loved wooden doll, her limbs lie limply on the ground, disconnected from her body. With a small sigh, she nudges her coffin aside with her head, and scoots over awkwardly to lean down and shuffle one shoulder joint into place back onto her body. With one arm reattached, it was only a matter of time until she could regain feeling with that arm, and use it to reattach the other arm in place. With her body repaired once more, Sinmara continues back on where she remembered the trail to go on. As she continued along the path, the footsteps grew more distinct in the snow- or perhaps it was that the snow had thinned out in the path. At the end of the forest, there stood a young woman with red hair and a smouldering black dress, holding a greatsword whose curved blade radiated burning, murderous intent. Her back was turned to Sinmara, and yet the latter knew her face, knew her name, knew the silhouette of the molten giant standing beside her.

No, not yet. The truth within this coffin must still be sealed. The time has not yet come. Not for Sinmara, not for the girl. Until then, Sinmara must carry this weight with her, hold onto this burden for the both of them. As metal scrapes upon frozen earth once more, the red-haired girl looks back to see nothing, and smiles. Not yet. Wait for me, please.

[the-hexagonal-conundrum]

Wales visitation, by Allen Ginsberg (1967)

White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow Trees moving in rivers of wind The clouds arise as on a wave, gigantic eddy lifting mist above teeming ferns exquisitely swayed along a green crag glimpsed thru mullioned glass in valley raine—

Bardic, O Self, Visitacione, tell naught but what seen by one man in a vale in Albion, of the folk, whose physical sciences end in Ecology, the wisdom of earthly relations, of mouths & eyes interknit ten centuries visible orchards of mind language manifest human, of the satanic thistle that raises its horned symmetry flowering above sister grass-daisies’ pink tiny bloomlets angelic as lightbulbs—

Remember 160 miles from London’s symmetrical thorned tower & network of TV pictures flashing bearded your Self the lambs on the tree-nooked hillside this day bleating heard in Blake’s old ear, & the silent thought of Wordsworth in eld Stillness clouds passing through skeleton arches of Tintern Abbey— Bard Nameless as the Vast, babble to Vastness!

All the Valley quivered, one extended motion, wind undulating on mossy hills a giant wash that sank white fog delicately down red runnels on the mountainside whose leaf-branch tendrils moved asway in granitic undertow down— and lifted the floating Nebulous upward, and lifted the arms of the trees and lifted the grasses an instant in balance and lifted the lambs to hold still and lifted the green of the hill, in one solemn wave

A solid mass of Heaven, mist-infused, ebbs thru the vale, a wavelet of Immensity, lapping gigantic through Llanthony Valley, the length of all England, valley upon valley under Heaven’s ocean tonned with cloud-hang, —Heaven balanced on a grassblade. Roar of the mountain wind slow, sigh of the body, One Being on the mountainside stirring gently Exquisite scales trembling everywhere in balance, one motion thru the cloudy sky-floor shifting on the million feet of daisies, one Majesty the motion that stirred wet grass quivering to the farthest tendril of white fog poured down through shivering flowers on the mountain’s head—

No imperfection in the budded mountain, Valleys breathe, heaven and earth move together, daisies push inches of yellow air, vegetables tremble, grass shimmers green sheep speckle the mountainside, revolving their jaws with empty eyes, horses dance in the warm rain, tree-lined canals network live farmland, blueberries fringe stone walls on hawthorn’d hills, pheasants croak on meadows haired with fern—

Out, out on the hillside, into the ocean sound, into delicate gusts of wet air, Fall on the ground, O great Wetness, O Mother, No harm on your body! Stare close, no imperfection in the grass, each flower Buddha-eye, repeating the story, myriad-formed— Kneel before the foxglove raising green buds, mauve bells dropped doubled down the stem trembling antennae, & look in the eyes of the branded lambs that stare breathing stockstill under dripping hawthorn— I lay down mixing my beard with the wet hair of the mountainside, smelling the brown vagina-moist ground, harmless, tasting the violet thistle-hair, sweetness— One being so balanced, so vast, that its softest breath moves every floweret in the stillness on the valley floor, trembles lamb-hair hung gossamer rain-beaded in the grass, lifts trees on their roots, birds in the great draught hiding their strength in the rain, bearing same weight,

Groan thru breast and neck, a great Oh! to earth heart Calling our Presence together The great secret is no secret Senses fit the winds, Visible is visible, rain-mist curtains wave through the bearded vale, gray atoms wet the wind’s kabbala Crosslegged on a rock in dusk rain, rubber booted in soft grass, mind moveless, breath trembles in white daisies by the roadside, Heaven breath and my own symmetric Airs wavering thru antlered green fern drawn in my navel, same breath as breathes thru Capel-Y-Ffn, Sounds of Aleph and Aum through forests of gristle, my skull and Lord Hereford’s Knob equal, All Albion one.

What did I notice? Particulars! The vision of the great One is myriad— smoke curls upward from ashtray, house fire burned low, The night, still wet & moody black heaven starless upward in motion with wet wind.

[eclipsecrowned]

but yeah like. the more i think about it the more i want to make it 100% clear that as a canon writer i don't appreciate forceshipping, so in writing my ocs i will never assume a dynamic with a canon in turn. for the most part, i try to let people come to me when it concerns characters that might derail or change canon significantly -- for example, the oc in question odessa, or my ice and fire oc mira, or countless others -- because i never want to step over boundaries or force interaction with someone whose lore or character is at odds with my own worldbuild.

if i do post about an original or player character muse's dynamic with a canon, i hope it is understood that one of three things is happening:

i am talking about my own dual muses. ie if i allude to stray and ard*n having a special bond, or that i ship hel and dream, i am talking specifically about the ones on my own muse page. i am not forcing my own idea on my partners. stray does not have to be a reflection of the main villain. hel is not going to go throwing herself at every dream in the tag. if things go that way organically with a partner's muse, i'm not opposed to exploring my takes with someone else, but it's never my intent to railroad my mutuals into indulging my own personal lore. at that point i might as well write fic and leave other people out of it.

i am talking about a dynamic established in a pc's playthrough -- using my most recent gaming experience as an example, i might reference helstarion/valheart/wybelle/auzel/ruetash as being romantic, but i would never just spring that on my writing partners who play the canon, or assume they have to cater to my own savegames. i'm simply talking about in-game lore in my own personal playthroughs that help shape my take on the pc. this applies to other fandoms/games as well, too. ismail does not have to endgame with a grippy sock drow milf, it's just that he does in my worldstate. einmyria doesn't have to take the bull by the horns, that's just how i played the game. me musing about in-game ships does not mean i go into interacting with accounts for those canons with expectations.

more often than not, i am referencing ships with established partners. for example, this morning, i was talking explicitly about the irudessa ship with lee. i was not jut posting for my health about a hypothetical dynamic, i was talking about a one-on-one ship between my muse and that of a friend. this applies to more than romantic shipping, too -- ex, lea and tarhos are siblings per my and ferret's lore, aria and eld's loki are cousins in his da au, and that's between us and lightly sprinkled into other threads with friends. i may not always namedrop this fact, because i assume other people trust me as a partner enough to understand i am not throwing dynamics out there without proper plotting and discussion.

thank you, friends, have a normal one.

[dragoon-mid-jump]

Top five mounts?

It'd be such a cop-out to answer this with just wolves or gwibers, wouldn't it? But I do have mounts outside of those that I absolutely love!

Shadow Gwiber

It's almost entirely on an OC lore basis why I do love this particular gwib. Firstly, it was one of the first special mounts I laid eyes on when my one gateway friend was showing it off to me and just because it's a dragon was why it was something I aimed for back when I first started. As for the OC reason, it's description is as such:

Answering to a horn imbued with the power of a sorcerer of eld, this draconic arcane entity is believed to have been created by Emet-Selch on a whim─an act that would have barely taxed his powers as an ancient.

It formed the basis for Persephone's transformed state while I was building her and Y'dehlya's stories. So, the lore of it being created by Emet became his attempt at reminiscing on Seph and visualizing her form.

2. Kamuy of the Nine Tails

Even though I did get all the wolves via Tomestone events, I still do hold the Nine Tails rather proudly because of its symbol as a completion of a collection.

3. Tyrannosaur

It's a T-Rex and I love dinosaurs. That's really it. Got it through a Tomestone Event because I hadn't unlocked Eureka at the time, and that would've been such a pain....

4. Garlond GL-II

It's a cool motorcycle that's free (though you do have to work for it via the Island....).

5. Company Chocobo+Black Chocobo

I couldn't pick just one. Ol' Reliable, our very first mount, and the mount Haurchefant gifts us....Both hold such sentimental value with the scope of the story.

(Prompt!)

[dawn-of-worlds]

The Long View of History

The long view of history is a peculiar thing. For those who see history from beside it, the rising and falling of Corobel's great eye blurs together into a comfortable twilit hue. With such a view, it is not days but events with which life is punctuated and portioned.

And so, for the ataila of Etevaasin, these blurry years were like a time before time. They knew peace well; there were no wars, no tyrants, no catastrophes to punctuate those nascent days. They had no use for slaves when the heavens fed them well, they had no use for monuments when their legends never died, and they had no use for division when all was well and all manner of things was well. So they knew the long view of history.

Until the worm came.

On that day, there was great thunder heard throughout Etevaasin, though the sky was clear and bright. Instead, it was the land that thundered as the eld and venerable trees which surrounded the city fell and cracked under its mighty bulk. A pale mass, half-veiled by the dense Laaseran jungle, with a surface as craggy and sheer as a cliff began to slide around the city like a predator encircling its prey.

Etevaasin did not wait. Voices rose and horns were blown. The city's bravest rallied, though these ataila were peace-forged and untested, and were thankful that their trembling was hidden by the growing tremours and their whimpers by the deafening cries of the jungle as it shattered and died. And as those wisest ataila beckoned what citizens they could to safety, the Beast coiled tightly around the city -- not once, not twice, but three times. And when the thundering stopped and all became still, Ohm knotted itself at the highest point of the city like a noose and waited.

It was not the guard that approached Ohm first, nor the elders, but a young atai, still in training. It was mere coincidence: to avoid their tutors' lessons that day they had hidden within the upper terrace's gardens, above which Ohm's massive head now hung. The gardens were quiet. Whether it was curiousity, naivety, or bravery, the young atai stepped out from beneath the fruit tree they had hidden under and approached the First of Worms.

Ohm's massive eye watched them step forward as its many teeth shifted and churned. The young atai balled their hands into fists before they bravely spoke:

"Wh-Who are you? What are you?"

They winced as the great Beast spoke, its voice of tumbling stones coarse and deep.

" 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕆𝕙𝕞, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕪. "

"... And why have you come here? Have you... come to eat us?"

They dug their heels into the soft ground of the garden as Ohm's rumbling and cascading laughter threatened to knock them off their feet.

" 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕤. 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕥𝕠𝕠, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤. "

"So... you have come to rule us? Like a king?"

" 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝔾𝕠𝕕. ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝔽𝕝𝕖𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕖. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥... " Ohm's maw spun and its teeth gnashed as it considered the banquet that was Etevaasin, " ... 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖. "

"No."

Ohm's vast pupil contracted. It had not considered 'no.' No was a word for it to use, not others. Its maw spun faster as it reeled at this impertinence.

" ... 'ℕ𝕠'? "

"No. I will tell them what you've told me, but I will not stay with them. If you truly mean to rule Tehwatzin, then I shall be your speaker and help you."

Again, Ohm laughed, and again the young atai stood their ground. What impetuousness! Ohm reared back to swallow them whole, but in that moment it caught something in the way they looked at it. There was a sort of opportunism in their gamble with oblivion, a willingness to risk it all to have it all... a similar hunger that Ohm knew so well.

It paused.

" 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖? "

The atai took a breath.

"You are... very large. Large enough that little things will escape you. I can see things that you can't see, and influence things that you can't reach. ... And I'm being trained to become a advisor someday, to aid the judge of my tribe; I know how Tehwatzin works -- surely you can find use for those skills?"

They swallowed hard and waited to see what it would do. There was an oppressive silence in the air as Ohm stared at them while its alien mind worked.

" ... 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝. ℝ𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕖, 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦. "

A sigh of relief and a smile. With an unpracticed bow, the atai turned and fled the garden with all due haste. Ohm watched them leave and in that moment knew that, someday, one would devour the other. Ohm truthfully knew not who it would be, but that was a concern for the long view of history.

The young atai ran to the protectors and judges of Etevaasin with Ohm's words. They spoke its demands with confidence and pride as befits their station, and quietly left as murmurs rippled through the crowd. The assembled ataila were uncertain of what to do; many feared death, but many more feared losing the precious gift of freedom that Velarië gave them. No rational being lets themselves be shackled willingly.

And so, of course, they fought. Valiantly, in fact. And, though those peace-wrought warriors steeled their knees and fought as bravely as they could muster, they lost. The ataila did not lose when their spears did nothing to Ohm's hide, nor did they lose when their arrows did even less, and nor did they lose when one hundred and one of their greatest warriors charged the Beast and were, in one bite, swallowed whole.

No, it was when each atai there, who watched those heroes' charge with bated breath, felt dark fingers slip into their minds and steal away the memories of those warriors' voices, their faces, their lives, that they lost. And in the moments before those heroes' names finally faded away forever, the ataila had laid down their arms and wept, kneeling before their new master and its high priest.

(This is a late Turn 8 action. I intended to publish it on Saturday but had to push it back.)

(Omeara spends 1 to Command Avatar to take control of Etevaasin and the ataila who call it home via Corrupt City, bringing them under Ohm's, and by extension Omeara's, sway. 6 - 1 = 5 power remaining.)

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Eland ser ut som en muskuløs ku med tykke og vridde horn

“”“” Elands er kjent for sine vridde horn og dens sterke konstruksjon. Edith Polverini / Getty Images Beskrevet som en ku, er elands de største antílope -artene, med voksne eland okser som ofte veier mer enn 900 pund. De har en robust, men elegant konstruksjon, med vertikale hvite striper som løper langs den rike pelsen, som mørkner når de eldes. En av de mest definerende egenskapene er…

[echoforestspirit]

Horns of Eld Fen

Sun kissed

[libidomechanica]

“I am trying tapers—and this time in years”

I said her waist, and out of smoke     that he fed; and the Infidels, some two people finds, or     by myself thou art assured out asking, but not entirely     but fie! Heap of what the churchyard tree. Whatever     shall I had lately bowstrung

brain captives led it well, rich     in his price would it harder to endure on the foxes,     thou kenst little head is as a tooth to pierce one persiflage     or in a way as I must makes a moon was petrifaction!     This seldom heart,

wee’ll try the spiders to incarnate     word to the military cowl and in her soul’s image     in me, miracle. For love that sweeps along to me,     the light again! I am trying tapers—and this time in     years. We climbing the lightly!

And yet bubble scarce knew, to     such simple pin—they were quite of much ioy, many a time     to the maid, but wish her looks, and much mortified, and the     Cup, and with many trick! And labouring Sects confusion     and make me to a tune.

That crawled overmuch, stand he liue     you so damn, her who like can tell how is it not be pity     to tell, whoever marble urn, When dine; and sing ayme     do guess he shuttled in the ways of my youth’s sweet with thee,     O my love, could not sigh

of occupied by a war broken.     Blythe anchored in the last; a dazzle us, knew at     which marriage I did not a soul move still weeps with stormy     darte, which rose conceding most wise for as many wishes     back’d, when, bear a week or

foul! From the field; let us go     forth, O Loue, of the sooner come lace in me,—I will be     false to you; so Juan in his may be her forget till the     Christian! Have but a dreams; my soul loathe; and my Delight again,     althought, and the lilies.

Why I tie about Horne Tooke,     until preferent lessons as that ye stir her o’erwhelming     quite enough the old Time: despite the butt-ends of my     days must arrest all times an arms bared boughes were dumb—and     a Padlock bounds on me

wish you be what weight yearning Eld     now I’ll set your shoes, O prince; no doubt; and create kindness     your fixed mark that if you that vivacious as they might tinge     of peace which are locks: thy hand who tries rosbif. But, child it     stand away. Now transitory

travel’d by the teaches.     Then said Juan only husbands untwining? The sigh Ai     ai Tan Kuuerheian they are like a storms behind their right     see. That in that astrings to show for shell-fish or frost nipt     his splendent suns, we are

lifted them in all times, unless     thee to discover banks of article the the bled: and     woof, when we never deem them, dear Jane; in bed antennae     trawling for being quite through the Spring, the same tongue into     each proud queen-woman

go, up the flesh and those two     incubi, they look’d, and the Potter, driven snaw, twa drift from     thee more the rivers and and bare but in the house, as fly     through the villages. The loved yesterday we heart, and     situation; but he walk’d

down in other, she was quench’d sandals     made them through his strange eyes than a two young flame. All in     the office; he took. God gave lingered the loved is growing     to the captiu’d in her that is call’d back against a rocky     cave e’er thy voice in

life, some deadly meeting how to     the rest, have done! Now would not sting, whatsoever much hope     and portion of Carib fire, because, in their den, with curling     photographs, and compositions. Without some one summer     close; for woman’s eye

on him from the Seven as thoughts     quite in creeps beside a strife; your bodies into its content     you? My morning, sleep. But Adeline display, since—since     that are. I passed in lusty greeting hold me to seek: for     must pause the Rest is Love?

[therandompagesblog]

Her Soul For His Soul: Chapter 5 (🌞Y/N🌞)

Trigger Warnings: Intoxication, demon summouning

The note lay across the book! I had thrown the note in the bin three nights ago and now it returned to haunt me. I was actually getting fed up with all of the paranormal activity. It was like a harmless prank that wouldn't stop. It was boring. The first few nights started with my books being moved! The next was pen ink being drawn on my face and now the note returned. It was as if the spirit or spirits didn't want me near this book that called to me. It needed me as much as I needed it. Well, that is what I am assuming anyway. I've researched too much into this already and actually paid attention to lecturers for once. According to what I learned, kindred spirits are souls that are similar to yours. They are like protectors. Good or evil protectors. Except it was much more deeper than that. A kindred spirit was like a soul mate. A twin flame. Something that didn't live on this earth. They were divine creatures that lived in a different realm. They were there to balance the world. The good ones were anyway. The evil ones there wasn't much on them. Some say they were reapers or devils that played pranks on you. Others say they're eld beasts who consumed your soul. There was limited information about them. Each kindred spirit came with a grimoire. A special book that was written in a dead language that only they could read. It was about their life. It also held their real name. A name that only they knew. The book that I held was written in characters. A form of ancient scripture. I could not even read it or understand it. There was only one line in the book that Pearl pointed out to me. It was in English. It was a summoning line that was all over the internet but a few keywords were missing and the internet could not help.        What unnerved me was the fact Pearl had never seen a grimoire book like this, let alone a kindred spirit one. I worried I had something evil and it was them telling me not to open them. Yet, why did I feel so drawn and safe with the book? Why did I stroke the pages as if it was a soul that was anxious?        Huffing to myself I pulled out a lighter and burned the note. I felt too anxious. I hated feeling sick all the time. I hated hearing my heart beat every single second of the day as if I was waiting to be trapped. "It's me! Knock! Knock!" Lisa called out. "Just coming!" I called out and grabbed my bags.       We were going out to get Halloween costumes today. I was hoping to find a mediaeval outfit and an eye patch to pretend to be Aemond Targaryen. That was the plan. If not I was going to be a witch. I was a witch every year and I was bored of it.

WE HEADED TO THE SHOPS TO GET OUR COSTUMES. Lisa picked out an angel costume and decided I should be the devil since I always get her into trouble. It would have been more authentic if Winter was here and I'd be the witch with two sides of a coin but that wasn't going to happen. "I'm quite happy being a Targaryen you know," I said as I took the horns. "Yeah but then you have to pay for a wig. Draw a scar. Get a blue-coloured contact lens for your eye! There is no time!" Lisa said. She had a point. Halloween was in a few days time and they were going to a housemate's party. "True. True. But why can't you be the devil and I be the angel?" I asked but she shook her head.        Lisa liked the idea of being an angel more. It made her feel innocent and desirable. Whereas I did not care for these kinds of things. I didn't care for Halloween. I didn't like the thrill like Lisa or Winter! Lisa didn't mind being scared as long as it wasn't real nor fictional. She loved harmless pranks and ghost rides. I still hated neither. "How do you think Winter is?" I asked as we picked up some fake blood. "I did phone her and she said she was going to read some books and see her grandfather for answers! Do you really believe it?" Lisa asked me. "Uh. Yeah, you guys didn't say goodbye and I'm left with weird ink up my face from shitty ghost pranks." I stressed. "At least they're playing pranks." Lisa hummed as she walked to self-scan. I followed her and scanned my items, bagging them up. "Seriously though. What did you see that night behind me?" I asked. Lisa thought about it for a minute and then looked at me. "A red-faced demon with bolts in their face. It was disgusting. It was there no more than six seconds." Lisa told me. "The more I think about it the more I realised we only had one glass with two or three shots of alcohol. We were not Ethan drunk! I hope whatever happens it doesn't come for you and that book helps you." "I hope so too!" I said, I really hope so too.       When we got home to our accommodation we practiced putting our makeup on and tried finding good makeup techniques. Which we both failed at. They made it look easier. I think me and Lisa were both massively uncoordinated that we couldn't follow simple instructions. Even the eyeliner wasn't working out. "We're so bad at this." Lisa laughed making me laugh and smudge my mascara. "I give up. I think I look too pretty to be a devil." I stated.      Bang! Bang! Bang "Fuck off!" Lisa swore in fear pushing me towards the door, "You get it." "Hello?" I called out, slowly opening the heavy door to peer into the dark corridor. Nothing was there except the green light of the fire exit. I closed the door and glared, putting both my middle fingers up. I was tired of living in fear. "Ridiculous!" Lisa stated Hehehehe! Hahahah! Stomp Stomp Stomp! I swung the door open and the automatic light of the corridor came on. I crossed my arms glaring. Lisa came over and peered over my shoulder to see when a little boy ran past us! We screamed and shut the door. Our hearts panting in our chests. "Shit the book," I said and ran to open Lisa's door and tried to open it but it wouldn't open! I pulled and pulled but it got stuck! "Y/N!" Lisa cried as she hugged her pillow. "It's alright!" I murmured. Tears streaming down my face. The door eventually swung open. Knocking me back.      I ran towards my bedroom door and tried to push it open when it wouldn't open! Please let me in! "What are you doing?" A flatmate asked. "My door is- never mind," I said as I walked in.       My room was a mess. Paperwork scattered everywhere. Lisa followed me and gasped. I ran towards my bag and unlocked it. I ripped the padlock off and saw the book. I grabbed the book and fled with Lisa into her room. "Summon it now!" Lisa cried out as she went to touch the book, but it burned her. "Not yet. Not yet. We can't. It won't open." I growled. "It doesn't want me yet!"

DAYS WENT ON AND THINGS GOT SPOOKIER! The night before Halloween, I was asleep on Lisa' floor. A cold hand had yanked her foot, causing us to scream. The day of Halloween we woke up to a noise complaint from the university. It made me laugh. I knew the university wouldn't believe me or Lisa. We had to fight this alone. We even asked Mr Whimsical who said he was only a scholar but he said he would look into it and find some answers. He said that we may have let something come through to our side when we were alone. What we did was stupid which we learned now. There was nothing we could do except get ready for Halloween. We had to do something normal and go out with our friends to their Halloween party whether we wanted to or not. I packed my rucksack with alcohol and the book in case. Lisa packed her contraceptive pill and condoms in case. Why? I did not know. I wasn't planning on having sex.      When we arrived the house was decorated with skeletons, pumpkins, grim reapers, pumpkin heads and strobe lighting. I knocked on the door and greeted our friend Chase who let us in. There was music blaring and the base thumped in our ears. I walked to the kitchen and dumped my bag down. I poured myself a drink. I followed Lisa into the living room greeting some friends. We danced around together and with strangers who became friends. We poured drinks. Ate snacks. I took shots until it all went wrong. I saw the little boy again. I shuddered but followed him outside. Out into the garden. I trudged down the steps of the decking towards the garage and went inside. A figure pushed me over. I drunkenly gasped and tried to get back up, when I was forced down again! I saw a face. A disoriented-looking face! It was peeling off! Laughing at me. The little boy behind him. It grabbed me by the throat. Its demonic hands tickled its way to my voice box. All of a sudden it pressed deeper and deeper. I could feel my skin starting to open as it squeezed. I couldn't scream.     I need the book! I need the book! Lisa came rushing in and smacked the monster away with the book. I rushed to grab the book as it started to attack her. It threw Lisa across the garage. "I summon thee in the name of Y/N I summon you to protect me at my command. You will bear witness to anything that haunts me in return I will do anything." I called out, begging as I watched Lisa being strangled by a demon. "I SUMMON THEE IN THE NAME OF Y/N- The monster dropped Lisa and vanished. I quickly scrambled over to Lisa. Her face was pale and her mouth was all bloody. She looked lifeless. "Lisa!?" I whispered as I brushed her hair in between my fingers. She wasn't moving. Then all of a sudden she woke up and screamed. I turned around to see a winged figure. "Bloody hell!?" I gasped. "There's no blood in hell. That's offensive." The creature said as it shrugged its arms. "Who are you? What do you want?" I asked. "You summoned me! What do you want?" The creature asked irritatedly as it looked at its book. Hungry to steal it back. I ran over and snatched it. Shoving it into Lisa's arms who threw it because if burned her. The creature winced in pain and I instantly felt bad. And sick. I wanted to be sick. "What are you? What is your name?" I whispered. All of a sudden it felt like hands pushed me onto the floor causing me to be sick. I vomited all over Chase's motorcycle. "Which name? My given name or my dead name?" The creature asked. It was waiting impatiently. "Your real name?" I asked as I wiped my mouth. "My dead name is Seungmin..."

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[tri-poke]

And it is almost like the magic is made for this. It's all about open, ain't it. Eld means open. And open is what he wants. The first, the most basic, the simplest, and it fits perfect. He needs to open a path, yes, and that would require a split, one half a herd on one side and one half on the other, that's what open would HAVE to mean sitting here in the center of the herd and looking at that wall coming down.

And the more he thinks it, the slower time seems to go, and the faster the world seems to light up, like lightning striking all about, showing the cracks, the gaps, the places where things already can open.

Even as the lightning fast glow of the cracks slows to the speed of a rushing river in his mesmeric-mind-haze Zach can see the world and the sky and everywhere all at once lighting up gleaming bright but there isn't a crack here, not a place to flip between one world and another, he ain't THAT lucky...

But there's a echo of a sort between that mesmer light and real light, and real lightning, that Zach can see crawling like a cautious sidewinder through the splitting rock. And again, it's like a click, some kind of instinct, like he is a compass-stone and the tiny bit of slow lightning is a magnet in front of him is a compass-stone and they just pull natural on one another because they both got that mesmeric light, even if his is on the inside and its is on the outside all a glow and sparkling in the unnatural rain. And there's so much energy in it that even if it ain't an opening already, he knows he can make one. That light is enough.

And it's like a little hiccup, that force of air you can't stop when the liquor is too strong and your throat has got to do something about getting to the air so you make that little rattling-honk like a Dilophosaurus gettin ready to spit. But its in Zach's mind. He is open, Eld, and it is gonna - ELD!

It isn't a sound but it booms all the same, rolling like the force of the Professor's hammer device but in a line from Zach to the freezing solid arc of rock-struck lightning, slamming very rain drop and breath of air and particle of dust out of the way. And it slaps across the haunches of the triceratops on his left at the same time as it slaps the horned muzzle of every triceratops on his right - and it's almost like he can see the floodgates of the thought "run" spark in a tar drip crawl along their hides to the back of their heads where it lights up - the floodgate of that need to run opening up as big as it can be, while that boom of power rolls on faster than the rain can fall, batting it aside like pin-heads of ice.

And where's there's no escape all that rain piles up in a charging shield wall of water, slow as ice, harder than glass, pressed thin as metal by the strain of the weight of nothing but all that air as it all booms on to the widening force of the lightning arc, standing still, waiting.

The boom of Eld, open, hits the tumbling wall, hits the light, and it is brighter than the sun, brighter than when the First Goddess who existed before all other gods, long departed, set before Her out of Her own mouth the first lightning bolt that forked in seven lights that forked in seven lights until the void burned with light before Her, separate from the darkness. So bright that everything else for one terrible moment goes darker for Zach than the deepest cave in the darkest night, when clouds cover all, in the shadow of the Western Wall. Only that flash of brilliance, LIGHT, seared into him as surely as ELD means OPEN and he needs no one but his own perceptions to tell him so, so is light: OZOR.

When it OPENS, ELD-OZOR there is a tiny flicker of that primal power let loose upon the made world and boy howdy does it open a path before it.

The world returns to true speed and normal light though everything has to blink at the instant of too brightness - almost long enough for the normal senses to register but not quite - the shock wave making every dinosaur in front of Zach panic and stampede, every dinosaur behind him rear and spin, bolting the other way, and the falling wall bursts inward, water and stone catapulting away from Zach in a new opening in the canyon walls allowing a shortcut through the retreating scream of rubble and water to the green oasis beyond around the lake they couldn't get to before.

The only stillness is in a tiny bubble around Zach, like the world is holding its breath in case he says more. But then the Professor's mechanism breaks a spring and in a much less impressive crack, and spatter, and the resounding of snapping bits of metal like tiny shots out of a less than reliable gun, whatever is running the professor's forge hammer breaks.

[thesquireinvictus]

There is an old tale goes, that Herne the Hunter (sometime a keeper here in Windsor Forest) Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle, And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner. You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know The superstitious idle-headed eld Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age This tale of Herne the Hunter for a truth.

Willy Shakes | The Merry Wives of Windsor

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[helmetkeeper]

hello! if you’re comfortable ((and not busy)) could i request some names and neos for Eldritchlove or Loveobessritch? thank you sm!

(Eldritchlove; https://www.tumblr.com/sillyidol/701097434995113984/eldritchlove-a-gender-related-2-being-an

Loveobsessritch https://www.tumblr.com/luvlydevil/701319052780535809/loveobsessritch-a-gender-relating-to-being )

-💘👁️‍🗨�� anon x3

haiiiii :3. i'm so tired right now i didn't even see the links for a good 10 seconds and was like "those are the most interesting noun mashup names i've ever heard. I Need To Meet These People" /silly.

anyways i'll absolutely do this, it sounds so fun! those flags are sick /positive.

all the things are below👍 (i did both btw, but i much prefer different asks for multiple requests even if they're kinda related like yours are).

pronouns (somewhat alphabetized):

?/?s

as/astra, ast/astra, ad/astra

adorb/adorbs

abyss/abyss

adore/adores

ae/aeir, ae/aer

adon/adonis, ad/adon, ad/ads, adon/adons, ad/adonis

affection/affections

au/aus

aem/aems

ae/aether, aether/aethers

ai/airy, airy/airys

au/aurora, aurora/auroras

afar/afars

biz/bizarre

blossom/blossoms, blo/blossom

bo/bouquet, bo/bos, bouquet/bouquets

book/books, bo/book

bli/blitz, blitz/blitzes

bev/bes

be/beam, beam/beams

be/being, being/beings

ce/cele, cel/cele, ce/ces, cel/cels

co/cos, co/core, core/cores

che/cher/cherish, cher/chers, cerish/cerishes

cher/cherub, cherub/cherubs

cu/cupid, cu/cus, cupid/cupids

ca/care, care/cares

cres/crescent, cre/cres, cres/cent/crescentself, cres/cres

cott/cotton

con/fetti, confetti/confettis, con/confetti

day/daydreams, day/days, dream/dreams

dae/daem/daer

dew/dews, dew/dewdrop

eld/elds

en/entwine, en/ens

elk/elks

en/entity, entity/entities

end/ender, end/ends, ender/enders

et/ets

eter/eternal, eter/eters/eternalself, eter/eters

fleur/fleurs

fu/fuse, fu/fusion, fusion/fusions

gala/galas, galac/galactic

gold/golden, gold/golds, golden/goldens

gem/gems, jem/jems

ghast/ghastly, ghast/ghasts

horn/horns

home/homes

hyr/hyrs

ho/hope, hope/hopes

hum/hums

ha/harp, har/harp, harp/harps

heart/heartfelt

iri/descent, iridescent/iridescents

luv/luvs, larb/larbs

liv/lives, liv/livs

lu/lurk, lurk/lurks

love/letter/loveletterself, letter/letters, let/letter

me/meta, meta/metas

mae/maes

my/myth, myth/myths

mix/mixs

myst/myst, myst/mystery

ma/marsh, marsh/marshes, ma/mallow, mallow/mallows, marsh/mallow, marshmallow/marshmallows

mo/moss, mo/mos, mo/mossy, moss/mossy

mym/myms, mim/mims

neb/nebula, nebula/nebulas

nov/novel, novel/novels

no/non, non/nons

ora/oracle

or/oran, oran/orans/orangeself

or/orbit, orbit/orbits

pav/pavs

pas/pastel, pa/pas, pastel/pastels

pep/peps

pon/pons

per/pers

ro/ros, rose/roses

ran/random, random/randoms

ra/rain, rain/rains

ray/radiant, ra/radiant, radiant/radiants

shey/shem/sher

star/stargaze

si/sip, sip/sips

so/soul, soul/souls

shim/shimmers, shim/shims

swoon/swoons

story/stories

star/starry, star/stars, starry/starry

thy/thym

twine/twines

trav/travels, trav/travs

terra/terras, ter/terra, ter/ters

tox/toxs

un/uns

uh/uhs, um/ums, uhm/uhms

voi/vois, void/voids, vo/void

val/vals, valen/valens, valen/valentine

vae/vaer

vir/virs

vin/vins

vi/vivid, vivid/vivids

wist/wists

whim/whims

wa/wander, wander/wanderlust

wo/wonder

wi/wish, wish/wishes

names (also somewhat alphabetized):

adelpha

astre, aster

atticus

aurora

angelo

adelaide, adeline

august, augustus, augustina

apricity

bliss, blissy / blissi

birdie, byrdie

blair

brownie

blanche

banshee

cher, cheri / cherie, cherry / cherri, cherine

cherub, cherubelle

chance

cyprus

crim, crimson, crimine, crimina

chiff, chiffon

calliope

chiro, cairo, cairns

cori/kori, cory/kory

darling, darla

dollie, dolly, dolli

dreamy/dreamie

deirdre

diva

ettie

essence

elix, elixir, elixia

elysia

esme

etherine

february

genesis

gala, galaxy

haloesse

hibiscus

imogene, imogen

june, juni, juno, juniper

juliet, julia

kirby/kirbi, kirbs

kasen

lilium / lilyum, lilior / lilyor

lachlan

lorelie

lazaret, lazarus, lazare

lush

luz, luv

lunan

liren

mercy

moonie, moony

morrow

mauz

micah

magnolia, maggy/maggi, mags

noor, noir

nether, nethea, netheo, nethin

nixyne

nova

orchid, orchard

parasol

passion

paris

pennylynn/pennilynn

romeo, roman

rhys

rube, rubi, ruby

starine

starlet

solus, solix, solar, solum

solyne

shelly, shellem

star, starberry, berry

thalasso, thalassemias, thalassemia

tide, tyde

theodore, theodora

thyme

viola, violin

velveta, velvet

vampyr

vista, visto

wonder

wisteria

xerxes

zayn/zain/zane