#lord radegast

[sylenth-l]

We will gather those you trust. We will not wait for this to force our hand.

[dredgen-dumbass]

an aside on destiny rising,

having the andro voice option is fucking awesome. I personally will just do m/m/m on it all, so not much difference to me, but it's still nice to see. also doesn't seem to choose your voice + pronouns off of body type, and being able to mix/match is smth more games definitely need

i like that there's dialogue options. I have mixed feelings on a destiny with a more defined mc, but a. not being made for me lmao and b. different dev team for the writing, so we'll see where this goes?

i like the gunsmith chick off the bat. good energy from the VA (when it isn't ai lines at least.) radegast we'll see, should be interesting. wu ming (and I will continue to call him that instead of drifter in ref to DR, because he isn't drifter yet) being there at all is a win for me, I just hope whatever's going on with his voice acting is dealt with before release. I had the fun turnaround of "why does the speaker sound like a 13 year old girl" to "oh the speaker is a 13 year old girl" but sure?

overall voice acting and animations are kinda janky but some of that is clearly placeholder lines and it being only in the alpha test atp. burst out laughing at the quality a few times but ykw, it's good for what it is. strong genshin impact feeling but take that with a grain of salt because I barely played genshin.

i have some questions, like why does wolf already have an iron lords cape/cloak when they're rezzed. and where are some of the others it's being advertised with- if we see ming so early on i'd think other d1/2 characters would be in the intro area yk? but again, it's alpha test so whatever

curious what y'all think? and if anyone knows more about what's up with the VAs please share ty

[stoshasaurus]

right. I need to add some fucking context to this.

My current pfp in one of my discord servers is one of my recent drawings of Felwinter. I was talking about my desire to go out and get donuts this morning, particularly a banana Bismarck (basically a banana-flavored Boston cream donut, if you asked me to sum it up) from this local donut shop. I expressed that I enjoy having characters as my pfp because I imagine that they are saying my words, and it made me wonder how Felwinter would feel about donuts for breakfast, and banana bismarcks. I promised that once I had returned from my expedition to acquire said donuts, that I would write a short snippet about Felwinter eating a banana Bismarck.

So, here it is. An extremely silly, probably HIGHLY inaccurate mini-fic about Shaxx bringing Felwinter donuts for breakfast.

Disgustingly sweet (both literally and figuratively) Felshaxx fluff ahead.

Felwinter only finds himself sleeping in when he is visiting Shaxx. The Iron Lord never sleeps at all; he doesn’t need to, and there is always work to be done. He often finds himself quite busy in the evenings, scouring submind data or organizing lessons for his new student, activities that he obsesses over long after dusk, when any ordinary man would retire for the night. But endless work and looming threats be damned, Shaxx has an absurdly comfortable bed, with far too many pillows and a mattress so soft that Felwinter’s frame sinks immediately into it like a stone in a pond. He’d never known he needed a soft bed with a mountain of pillows. It has become one of the millions of little things he looks forward to when it comes to visiting his beloved in the Last Safe City of Humanity

His infrequent holiday stays in the City have been growing in length recently. In the past, he was lucky to have a single evening to himself to spend, a few scant hours spent being shown all of the spectacular things Shaxx detailed to him in his letters. Now, he is allotted more time, sometimes a week or more, once or twice a month. There was never any announcement made; Felwinter highly suspects that Radegast had been pestered into lessening the burdens of his duties by those few nosy Lords who had deciphered his unspoken relationship with Shaxx. Absolute wretches, all of them. He cannot complain.

He sleeps in more frequently now; Shaxx wakes earlier than him, often unable to step away from his post for longer than a few hours. But he never leaves without soft murmurs goodbye and a few kisses pressed to his face. Felspring teases him relentlessly when he finds himself brushing his hand over where Shaxx’s had been. He swats at her before dozing off for the next hour or so, Arc energy buzzing across his frame long after the Warlord has gone, soft flickers of static mimicking well-known, well-loved fingertips.

When he does finally wake up, it is to a still-empty house. If he makes a small noise of disappointment, he will never admit to it. He makes the bed, dresses himself, and opens the windows to let the sun and the air in, admiring the cityscape in the distance. It truly is as marvelous as Shaxx had made it out to be. A place where flowers bloom and birds sing, and Lightless people sleep without guns in their hands. Shaxx had entrusted Felwinter (and Felwinter alone. Oh, isn’t that a precious thought?) with a small, messy manuscript of hand-written poetry. Felwinter had smiled as Shaxx asked for his aid in revising it, hiding his apprehension in his hands as he wrung them, his feet as he shuffled them, his eyes as he averted them from his face. The very same manuscript lay on the kitchen counter, pockmarked with notes and bookmarks, the pages marked with fresh ink in the margins where Felwinter had endlessly praised Shaxx’s prose (in a much more legible script). Where words often failed the Iron Lord, his writing never did. He confessed his love through paragraphs of detailed interpretation and literary analysis. Poetry of his own.

Felwinter is in the process of writing more notes in the manuscript when Shaxx finally returns to the house. Felwinter turns to greet him– there is a tray of twin coffee cups in one hand and a small box cradled in the other, another bag tucked in his elbow.

Shaxx’s Ghost graciously removes the man’s helmet in time for him to press a kiss to his forehead. “Morning,” he rumbles as he deposits his goodies on the counter.

Felwinter absorbs the matching icons printed on the bag and the box. Some kind of bakery, evidently. He shuts the manuscript and sets it aside, taking one of the cups when Shaxx hands it to him. “Good morning,” he replies. “How goes the Crucible?”

“Astoundingly boring. I have no exciting clips to share.” The man sounds almost wounded. Felwinter curses whichever Guardian neglected to throw enough grenades to elicit excitement in the Crucible Handler. “The new Lights tend to try their luck during the summer months. I almost feel bad watching them get decimated by some of our veteran fireteams.”

“One would think the loss would motivate them to try harder.”

Shaxx laughs as he opens the box and examines its contents, out of Felwinter’s line of sight. “It does! That’s the thing about the newly Risen. They haven’t learned what quitting is yet.”

Felwinter does not protest when Shaxx plucks something out of the box and presses it insistently into his hand. It is a soft pastry, glazed with a sweet white frosting and sprinkled with what looks like chunks of cookies. Shaxx grabs an identical item out of the box, but his eyes are on Felwinter rather than the thing in his hand.

The Iron Lord puzzles over it, tilting it carefully so as not to spill the toppings, and stares at Shaxx. “What is this?”

“It’s a donut.” He shrugs with one shoulder. “It’s called a Bismarck. A banana Bismarck, to be exact.” He sounds overly proud of himself as he tilts his chin triumphantly. Felwinter huffs at the display.

Felspring hovers over his shoulder, studying the treat curiously. Felwinter wishes that she had a mouth so she could try it herself. In her stead, he slowly takes a bite, watching Shaxx mirror him with equal trepidation. He cranes his neck over the counter and cups his hand under the Bismarck, making sure no debris falls to the floor. The kitchen is flooded with an oddly pregnant silence as they chew thoughtfully in tandem with one another.

Felwinter signifies the end of his chewing and swallowing with “It’s good.”

“I concur,” Shaxx says. He is still chewing, and the words are muffled as he cleverly keeps his mouth as closed as possible. Crumbs speckle the corners of his lips. “Very sweet.”

“Obscenely,” he remarks. Shaxx barks a laugh.

Felwinter takes another bite. He feels like something, a loose screw, or a damaged cog, clicks back into place. He plucks a cookie off of the top of the thing and pops it into his mouth. It crunches loudly in the metal hollow of his mouth, and the sound drowns out every other thought in his head. Shaxx chuckles at him again, looking very strangely infatuated, and Felwinter cannot stop the lights that dot his chest and his neck from flickering in diffidence.

When his mouth dries up from consuming the pastry, Felwinter reaches for the coffee. It is strong, straight black just the way he likes it, and pleasantly hot rather than scalding. He drinks deeply and feels his plates thaw from the warmth of it, his mouth, his throat, his chest, and his stomach, each system absorbing it individually. The bitterness is a perfect complement to the sweetness of the Bismarck. Shaxx watches him overtly, an earnest tenderness visible in his eyes, unhurried anticipation visible in his open posture. Silently, he seeks appraisal.

“It’s very good,” Felwinter murmurs. All of the words he knows feel inadequate to describe his feelings, so he resorts to simplicity instead. “Thank you.”

Shaxx physically sags against the counter with what Felwinter assumes is relief. An uncharacteristically bashful grin pulls at the corners of his mouth. “I’m glad. I wasn’t sure you’d like it.”

The Exo’s eyes sparkle with his version of a coy smile. “Do I not strike you as the type to enjoy banana-flavored sweets, Lord Shaxx?”

“No, Fel. Not at all.”

As if to prove him wrong, he takes another bite of the Bismarck. It is so sickeningly sweet that he is afraid it will somehow rot his metal mouth.

——

Playing Nice has ruined my fucking life. I’m so sorry.

[makoredeyes]

My friend and I are RPing O14 things centered around food right now so I figured I'd drop some thoughts to share here. Namely, the spice tolerance levels of the Iron Lords. Do you think it would carry over from their original lives? The thought of a chili eating contest amongst the group intrigues me. (Obviously Felwinter wouldn't count... Even if he could feel something from it I feel like his poker face would be too perfect. He is disqualified.)

This is a popular topic for conversation friends and I have also discussed!

*I would further disqualify Felwinter as he is noted canonically as not being interested in food at all/not subjected to the risk of DER and probably even entirely lacking the programming that typical Exo have to prevent it… like experiencing hunger.

That aside…

I think I agree with everyone else whose ever happily thrown Radegast under the bus as being black-pepper grade weak against any spice at all, strictly to see him kicked down a peg or 30.

I believe it was bestie Crafty along with Sylenth (friends with better memories than me correct me if I’m wrong or miss someone) that quickly convinced me it made good sense that Gheleon as a likely master huntsman and forager probably works magic with the bare basics but therefore doesn’t branch into spices much and as such doesn’t have much of a tolerance at all (but since he has a spine, does better than Raddy)

Timur I like to envision as a casual cook and have actually depicted prepping specifically curry. He likes a little warmth in his comfort food but I don’t think that threshold is remarkably high. Colovance has learned to tolerate what Timur cooks but his low tolerance was dragged up over time out of necessity.

Saladin I think can take a punch he’s getting into that realm where “not that spicy” to him is making the normie’s eyes water. Jolder can keep right up with him and might even have a higher tolerance if nothing else bc she’s competitive. Skorri is hot on their heels.

Osiris breathes fucking fire both literally and figuratively and utterly fails to notice. He would never share his food with any of the Iron Lords (Felwinter might be the exception but he knows Fel doesn’t want it so doesn’t offer) but if he did he would genuinely wonder why people’s eyes are incinerating out of their skulls on the first bite. That one time Colovance decided to be cheeky and steal from him he literally needed a rez.

[warlordfelwinter]

i thought of an on-brand poll i could do with exactly 10 options!

sorry if ur fav is not one of the og friend group but i only get 10 options and there are 10 of them

[multi-muse-transect]

After seeing the Last Of Us show, I so want Craig Mazin to tackle a Destiny show that takes place in the Dark Ages and focuses on the Iron Lords with Steven Yeun as Felwinter, Idris Elba as Lord Saladin, Jeffery Dean Morgan as Lord Radegast, Daisy Ridley as Efrideet, Kira Knightly or Kate Beckinsale as Jolder, Natalie Dormer as Perun, Rahul Kohli as Silimar, Sarah Wayne Callies as Skorri, Oscar Isaac as Gheleon and Riz Ahmed as Timur.

That would be a Game Of Thrones meets the Mandalorian.

[guardian-battle-bracket]

BRACKET RULES

This bracket is exclusively for Lightbearers and Guardians canon to the series.

Polls run for one week and are published every Wednesday at 2:45 EST.

During the Crown Bracket, multiple polls will be running at once.

In the event of a 1-1 tie, a one day tiebreaker match will be held.

Whoever wins the tiebreaker takes the versus.

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No targeted attacks of other players.

Propaganda is allowed, but be nice about it.

If your propaganda involves directly attacking a character in the poll you will be blocked.

Respect your fellow Guardians.

Submissions are open for propaganda all tournament and new fighters to be added until we reach the final six.

Propaganda will not be added until the Blood Tournament. Because fuck me, man. I cannot manage it before.

Factions will be fighting within themselves to claim the crown as representative for their own faction before moving to Blood Bracket. This is known as the Crown Bracket. Following the Crown Bracket, champions will face against champions of other factions in the Blood Bracket. Once we are down to the final six, the Champion Bracket begins. Winner of this faces against everyone's favorite motherfucker, YOU. The Young Wolf.

PLEASE NOTE: NOT ALL NAMED GUARDIANS ARE ON HERE. ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE. I'M NOT DOING THAT TO MYSELF.

May the best Guardian win.

CURRENT BRACKET: THE CROWN RUN

THE CROWN RUN

The Lucent Brood

The faithful of Savathun, Hive raised by Light, a heresy to Guardians.

Ken vs Savathûn, the Witch Queen Crownbearer: Ken

This previously had every member of the Lucent hive but fuck no that's too many. We narrowed it down to these two.

Rogue Lightbearers

Risen beyond the City, no gods, no masters to tether them.

Ayrin vs Cenric - Victor: Ayrin

Gryphon-11 vs Otto - Victor: Grypon-11

Rience vs Thalia - Victor: Thalia

Crown Bearer: Thalia

Warlords

The Lords of the Dark Age, powerful Risen, beholdent to no one.

Benyo Lukacs vs Carnunta - Victor: Carnunta

Castor vs Cathal - Victor: Casotr

Citan vs Heyka-4 - Victor: Citan

Jaxxen vs Kandak - Victor: Kandak

Lord Shaxx vs "Red Man" - Victor: Shaxx

Reich vs Rience

Segoth vs "The Wake"

The Iron Lords

The now silent howls in the night, the first Lightbearing defenders of the surviors.

Ashraven vs Bretomart - Victor: Ashraven

Colovance vs Crimil - Victor: Crimil

Deidris vs Dryden - Victor: Dryden

Efrideet vs Felwinter - Victor: Felwinter

Finnala vs Frostmire - Victor: Frostmire

Gheleon vs Gunnora

Haakon vs Jolder

Jorum vs Nirwen

Orewing vs Orimund

Perun vs Radegast

Saladin Forge vs Silimar

Skorri vs Timur

Tormod vs Weyloran

The Vanguard

The elite of the elite, Guardian commanders supervising the actions of Guardians and the safety of the City.

Andal Brask vs Aparajita-4 - Victor: Andal Brask

Caliban-8 vs Cayde-6 - Victor: Cayde-6

Ikora Rey vs Kauko Swiftriver - Victor: Ikora Rey

Osiris vs Saint-14 - Victor: Saint-14

Tallulah Fairwind vs Commander Zavala - Victor: Commander Zavala

The Guardians

The Light in the Dark, the protectors of the Last City, Risen given purpose, to fight, to die, to rise again, in the name of the Light.

Ana Bray vs Aunor Mahal - Victor: Ana Bray

Blue Boaz vs Dredgen Yor - Victor: Dredgen Yor

Eris Morn vs Fenchurch Evris - Victor: Eris Morn

Jarden Ward vs Marcus Ren - Victor: Marcus Ren

Randy vs Shin Malphur - Victor: Shin Malphur

Shiro-4 vs Taeko-3

The Crow vs The Drifter

The Speaker vs Tevis

That's all we got.

Also don't fight me on The Drifter being in Guardians. He's part of the Light Alliance. He lives in the Tower. He works with the Vanguard. He's a Guardian.

Submissions are open, send in propaganda or suggest more Guardians to be added!

SUBMIT YOUR GUARDIAN FOR THE GUARDIAN OC TOURNAMENT!!

[shalalalalaw]

Here I am crowding your writing prompts once again - Felwinter & Osiris, arrogance? 👀

"You antagonised Lord Shaxx, when you proved to be a non-issue to him, and for what?!"  Felwinter glances over the book he's reading at Osiris. The young Warlock paces before him, frustration clear on every line of his face.  "The Iron Lords look at you with fear. Contempt! And still, you antagonise them too! Radegast is at his wits' end! Jolder keeps her peace on account of her respect for you, but for how long?!"  The man rounds on Felwinter, arms thrown over his head. “Does your arrogance know no bounds?!” Felwinter waits a beat, then closes his book. He points at Osiris with a corner of the thick tome, “Tell me Osiris, when you came to me seeking knowledge, what was your goal?” Osiris crosses his arms, a scoff on his lips, “To help defend humanity. Use the Light in any way to eliminate threats, be they from Earth or not.” “And you decided to go about this by yourself?” “If need be. There is no question about it.” Felwinter’s gaze is impassive. Osiris scowls. “We accomplish nothing simply by ourselves. Despite and because of our differences. Never forget this Osiris.”

[cayde-6]

This and the fact that my name is Lord Radegast.

[sylenth-l]

[🚧 WIP] "Please, we can't keep going like this. Saladin needs rest. I need rest. You need rest most of all."

[tikihoneybee]

lord felwinter fails 

[datmoongamer]

Better idea.

A man is Risen with the name “John Morrison” around his neck. His Ghost, Isirah, is a hardass, but together, he makes a name for himself. He meets Radegast and becomes Lord Morrison.

John meets Timur. “John Morrison, like the pre-Golden Age politician?” So they do some digging, and find out that John bears a striking resemblance to Gabriel Reyes, Jack Morrison’s right hand man.

John takes the name Saladin Forge.

More years pass. Someone with the name Gabriel Reyes enters the Last City.

Thoughts about an r76 d2 au

They exchanged dog tags . When they’re Risen, they think they’re wearing their own dog tags.

So we got this edgelord Hunter with the name John Morrison and this eyesore of a Hunter with the name Gabriel Reyes. Class TBD, but I’ve thought about it and they both strike me as Hunters.

[slayanyhivegodslately]

Saladin... sir... I love you.

From the new Iron Banner gear.

[titanharem]

Lord Radegast was so nice and openly affectionate with his friends, that his friends had confused discussions based around "is Radegast flirting with all of us, or is he just unbelievably kind and open"

Skorri and Perun were extremely confused because they were dating each other.

Jolder was extremely confused because she wasn't exactly "quietly lesbian."

Gheleon was confused because he's the resident himbo.

Everyone else was just varying amounts of confused because Radegast was either flirting, or he's just naturally touchy and nice to his friends

[cayde-6]

Another bounty quote that needs to be appreciate it again

[littleshebear]

So I was thinking about Saladin (because of course I was) and there’s an interesting connection between his attitude towards survival and Shaxx’s. We all know how Shaxx feels about it, we’ll survive because we’ve earned the right to it:

“Zavala likes to say that survival is a temporary condition. To fight for it always. But survival is already owed to us. The Collapse has come and gone yet here we stand. It is our nature to survive, whether we like it or not.” Saladin is far more pessimistic:  “Immoratlity is not the same as invicibility.”

And

“Even heroes can die and survival is not always a victory.” But Saladin wasn’t always like that. His attitude was more in line with Shaxx’s, before Siva became the Ironsbane, he was sure the Iron Lords would prevail:  “But since we were chosen by the Traveler and our cause was just, we were certain the day would be ours, until Siva took control.”

He had that same over-arching confidence that Shaxx has now. Also, this would have been post Six Fronts, when confidence in the Guardians, and in particular the Iron Lords was high. Radegast took back six mile’s worth of territory after Six Fronts so he was probably feeling unstoppable. Then he watched his friends die, one by one.  I wonder if this had an influence over his tactics during Twilight Gap. Shaxx disobeyed because he was (rightly, in this case) convinced that the Wall could hold. But Saladin had been in a situation like this before, where it doesn’t matter how hard you fight, how brave you are, how much you deserve to survive, sometimes you die.  I also wonder if Shaxx’s attitude would have changed had his gambit failed? If he’d survived but the City had been lost, would his attitude towards survival had fallen more in line with Saladin’s? Or would he stay stubborn and bombastic as ever?