#iron lord felwinter

[stoshasaurus]

Iron Lord Felwinter and his young daughter, Rosalind

Inspired by leyendecker’s modern Madonna and child

[urlyngendary]

TLDR: "A Man With No Name" Lorebook from Destiny 2

"A Man With No Name" lorebook reveals the origins of the polarizing character being The Drifter, some people enjoy his laid-back, witty-tongued nature, some people despise the fact that he's the figurehead of the grueling Gambit playlist. Here is a quick summary of "A Man With No Name"'s 9 pages.

The Drifter is resurrected by his Ghost during the Dark Ages, his ghost tells him to go one way, Drifter runs the opposite, getting himself killed in the process. His Ghost resurrects him, but he still runs in the opposite direction.

Drifter, in his trek away from wherever his Ghost wants him, begins to die of starvation, his Ghost asks if he can help his Guardian, Drifter refuses on the grounds of "Don't need you. I got this" The Ghost implores the Drifter to give himself a name, or perhaps name his Ghost, Drifter refuses, and dies to a scorpion sting.

The Drifter begins to live in a small village named Eaton, he keeps his ghost a secret and lives amongst mortals. He takes on the name of Germaine.

The Iron Lords, lead by Iron Lord Dryden, offer Eaton resources for the harsh winter to stay at their village and use it to set a trap for a notorious Warlord known as the Red Man. A well-known man in Eaton named Judson protests, saying that being around any Risen¹ will get them killed.

A small child talks to Drifter of Judson, that she agrees with him, that the Risen are awful. The Drifter talks how, without the food the Iron Lords had given them, her parents would've starved to death.

Judon attempts to leave Eaton, wanting to get out before his predicted shootout takes place. He says that the Risen kill by nature, and no matter of negotiating will change that. Drifter attempts to get Judson to stay, but he leaves anyways.

A group of 6 Risen Warlords return a week later with Judson, with The Red Man leading them. The people of Eaton accept Judson back, but the Red Man questions where the Iron Lords are on grounds that they saw a Ghost about theie town.

A very bloody fight breaks out amongst Eaton residents, Iron Lords, and Warlords, Drifter's Ghost flies away to a safe space. It is unclear who won the battle, but it is said that multiple risen leave the battle alive, Iron Lord Dryden is one of them.

Drifter is resurrected after the battle amongst the ruins of Eaton, everyone is dead, or gone. Ghost calls him Germaine, Drifter tells him that it isn't his name. He buries the bodies, and finds a barely alive Judson, who sees that Drifter is Risen, accuses him of killing Eaton, then dies.

The Drifter's Ghost tells him that The Drifter has done wrong, that he needn't live amongst mortals, that he can be so much more, in response, Drifter raises his hand towards the Traveller and gives it the bird. 🖕

The Drifter now operates a bar at the base of Felwinter's Peak, he lives under the name Wu Ming and runs "The End of the World Bar"

Citan (Yes, of Citan's Ramparts) comes to take all of Drifter's Food and drink, Lady Efrideet stands up for the bar and wins in a gunfight against Citan and his fireteam.

Drifter climbs Felwinter's Peak to speak to Felwinter, asking him to kill Iron Lord Dryden for wronging Eaton. It is Iron Lord code to not meddle with mortal affairs in the midst of Risen conflicts. Felwinter turns him down, but after he leaves, Felwinter tells his ghost to ready his Iron Banner arsenal.

¹ "Risen" is the term used for resurrected Lightbearers pre-City age. It refers to Guardians, just anyone resurrected via a Ghost to utilize the Light.

[ryuhumble]

Erm... My kinda version of Felwinter?? ... And my Guardian being just a cameo- intensely staring at each other.

[s0ulkeep3r]

a little Felwinter sketch

I'm not really happy with the shading here, but anyway

[electric-blue24]

more Felwinter because I guess the olympics has put me in a green and gold mood

[makoredeyes]

“You seem far too obsessed with these ‘Warminds’.” Timur stops and stares into the horizon as if smelling something; not danger, discovery. He draws his fellow Iron Lord close. “Tell me, Felwinter,” he whispers, “what does the word Seraph mean to you?”

Felwinter leans in to whisper back. “Old Earth theology? I know its power well; one can make great use of the traps of faith and its myths.”

“Damn you, Exos!” The whisper game abandoned. “Do you even ponder the before? Or that number etched into your ‘flesh’? Do you see yourself in your dreams?”

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I still am just fascinated that we were given this same story from both of their perspectives…. And how differently it comes across.

Timur seems like he’s being a bit of a creep on purpose here (bless him he doesn’t realize how uncomfortable he’s really made Felwinter) and I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to… well. Be me about it 😅

Poor Timur’s design (bastardized into a muppet though it may be) belongs Sylenth-l. I didn’t even try. I borrowed the whole thing head to toe and I didn’t even do a good job at it but here we are. It’s too good to change. I’m a little bit sorry. But this was a lot of fun ❤️‍🔥

[lokirulesmidgard]

I wish I knew the artist (maybe it's in the watermark?) but I suddenly have a new fascination with Lord Felwinter.

[zappadoodlecat]

slightly early birthday gift to @liobits ! i love you dear! enjoy your problematic science duo! read her fic: Warranty Void!

loose refs for the designs i made for the two of them:

[warlordfelwinter]

id say im back on my bullshit but honestly im back on so many bullshits at once right now and i cant keep track of what my brain is doing so idk heres one for the girlies who followed me for iron lords bullshit 15000 years ago

[searsage]

Skorri sat in place hidden behind one of the many pillars of the keep, across the hall she could see Lady Efrideet following suit, hiding in a similar spot behind a pillar just shy of the stairwell.

Her lovely ivory and bronze armor glinting gently where the stray light caught it, it made the singer's heart skip beats.

She looks beautiful and excited, just as excited as Timur, the warlock had been glowing for days, it was great to see his mind free of the stress that often plagued the him, never had he seemed so young.

Down the hall she could just make out lord saladin's silhouette, he was frowning like always but even skorri could see Timur's vigor had infected him as well, he too was invested in the mischief about to unfold before them.

It seemed everyone's spirit's were high, for once things were unexpectedly looking up for the iron lords.

Beautiful music filled the echoing halls of Felwinter peak, it shattered the dreary ambiance, Tchaikovsky's symphonies filled the silence, their notes chasing each other around in timeless loops.

The delightful trap was set and now all that was left was for the iron lords to wait, and to Skorri's surprise and Timur's pure delight they didn't have to wait long.

The drowned out sound of a bed chamber doors creaking shut could just be heard just trickling through the obnoxiously loud classical music, across from her skorri can see Lady Efrideet brimming with mirth and excitement, as lord Felwinter emerges from the staircase true to Timur's predictions.

She finds herself holding her breath as the curious iron Lord descends the staircase, his right hand is full of paperwork, no doubt charts and data sheets but he doesn't bother setting them down, instead the curious Exo immediately heads for the antique record player, there he hovers around it for a good while, curiously looking about, but obviously too infatuated by the machine to thoroughly scope the parameter for hiding iron lords or even question the suspiciously empty common space.

Eventually he reaches his hand out, metal fingers plucking the nail up and setting it back two tracks, his head tilted elegantly downward as he listened to the mystifying.

He looked like an artistic sculpture, standing so still near to the table, the machine who was all sharp edges and elegant posture, for once looked..at peace..

Fleeting light crept in from the windows, illuminating the thick faded fur of thr robe against his back and catching the horns of his well worn helmet.

He looked utterly radiant in his little moment of private peace, skorri could practically feel Timur's soul leaving his body, and silently hoped the man had the strength to go through with the prank he himself orchestrated.

Again Felwinter set the nail back, the exo had no doubt found his favorite song, his finger tapping against the table once, twice before the iron lord finally pushed away with all the reluctance of a sailor under a siren's spell, slowly vanishing into the nearby study, to no doubt deal with the moutain of charts wedged under his arm.

This was her cue.

Her heart slammed in her chest as skorri darted out from behind the marble piller, to her left Lady Efrideet was practically vibrating in place, quickly motioning for her to go forward before the iron lord returned.

Skorri swallowed her apprehension, if she was caught it was game over, with a brief scope of the room and hall leading to the study Felwinter had retreated to, she dashed forward swiftly closing the distance between her and the record player.

The moment her nimble fingers plucked the needle from it's track the melody adruptly died, instantly the room was all too quiet and Skorri felt her heart freeze under the weight of apprehension.

"Pssst!"

The singer jolted as a small sound jumpstarted her reflexes again, it was Timur, the man was waving wildly, pointing from the study door to her hiding spot, quickly she replaced the record, leaving the nail idle and carefully placing the pilfered record on the table, then she darted out of sight, sighing in relief as the shadow of the piller cast a cool concealing shadow over her.

Luckily for the songtrist she had made it just in time!

It was mere seconds before Felwinter's silhouette reemergred from the study, his peculiar ram helmit pointed towards the idle player

[sylenth-l]

I was talking to my friends about how much sexy art I see of Felwinter here only to now realize it’s all done by you

Asjdhfjsdhfklalksdhk omg thank you 😭😂 That's a little embarrassing, but well. I can't help it. He IS hot & cool ❤️‍🔥

(Also I'm pretty sure there are some Felwinters drawn by other people that are sexy as well 👀)

[stoshasaurus]

casually adopts iron lord felwinter as my own oc

he drives me INSANE i fucking love him sm. here are some design notes. felwinter is often described as not being as expressive as other exos. something about not having the same "modifications" (i don't have the exact lore excerpt but it goes something like that) so it seems like he doesn't have the same plates that most exos do to emote. so a static faceplate seemed like a solid bet. i use a lot of similar shapes in his face that I do for rasputin's exo frame, especially around the jaw area, and the same shade of red in the eyes and mouth. he is, however, described as having a "black skull", so his frame is black instead of white. i think it's an interesting contrast; if one were to look at both side by side, they are obviously associated with one another, but also opposites. the static faceplate and dark color palette also adds to felwinter's cynical and impassive demeanor. (iirc, he is directly described as cynical) a dark appearance suits such a personality in my opinion. i mean, he took over a whole mountain, he's described as being less inclined to show mercy. surely he's a bit more intimidating than the average fellow.

anyway, i hope y'all enjoy. i've been oc-ifying him for a while now but was kind of nervous to share it considering how relatively new i am to this fandom, and how little i know about the game and much of its lore. still finicking with him, of course, but i've been enjoying the journey.

[zamasever]

Felwinter but I gave him Iron DRIP

This took 20× longer than expected. Please enjoy.

[ryuhumble]

Made some art of Felwinter again, yippe. And finally made a front look of my Felwinter's design. the original idea of Felwinter having void blade belongs to @sylenth-l

[felmire-echo]

Radegast x Saladin

Because my fiance is a simp and in rair pair hell and sad one of our favorite authors closed the request box. Merry Christmas, @princessehistoire 💜

The Peak was quiet, for once, though that quiet would inevitably end when patroles return, and even more likely with Radegast chewing Lord Felwinter out for breaking the decree.

Again.

But for now, there was peace.

Radegast finds Saladin sitting on one of the couches by the dying fire, a wolf in his lap. "Room for one more?" The deep rumble of his voice causes the smaller man to look up in surprise.

"Oh, 'Gast, I didn't hear you come in." Saladin shifts to the side, earning a disgruntled whuff from the wolf as he makes room for Radegast. He pets the beast comfortingly. "Hush, you're alright." It makes Radegast chuckle.

"Lord Felwinter spoils those wolves." He remarks, settling down and poking the fire back to life. "We've come a long way, together."

There's silence from Saladin for a moment, hands absent absently running through wolf fur. "We have." He says, finally, voice softer than one would expect from him. "Our work isn't done, yet, though. There's more who need our help."

"And we'll do it together." Radegast says, taking one of Saladin's hands and kissing it as he leans against him. "As we always have."

"Yes." Saladin agrees, settling against the man he trusts more than anything else in this world. "Together."

[electric-blue24]

got a look for Felwinter that I actually kinda like, despite me putting the green though several different colour filters lol, in this house we only use primary colours