#mairon is rolling his eyes in the background

[cilil]

"Do you like bad boys? Well, my lady, you're in luck because I'm the incarnation of evil!" - Melkor to some poor woman probably

[just-an-elf-with-the-socks]

Part of the “We’ve Sold Our Hearts (To Each Other)” universe. Takes place directly after the last snippet. Probably not what Melkor was expecting.

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Melkor regretted answering the phone the minute he heard the voice on the other end. He had been sitting on the couch with a very sick Mairon stretched out across his lap, the Bachelorette on in the background, when his phone rang.

Thinking maybe it was the pharmacy or the doctors office, he answered right away. In despairing hindsight, he should have checked the caller ID.

“Melkor, hello.”

Melkor wanted to crawl into a hole at the sound of that stupid, pompous voice.

Manwë.

Melkor sighed, adjusting his position just enough so that Mairon wouldn’t wake up to him talking. “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise, little brother? I wasn’t expecting a call from my parole officer this afternoon.”

He could practically hear Manwe rolling his eyes and felt a small twinge of satisfaction at irritating his brother.

“Look, I don’t have time for this. I’m just calling to invite you home for Christmas. Varda and I would love to see you.”

Melkor stiffened, relaxing only when Mairon shifted on his lap. He had to gather control of his voice before speaking. “No.”

“Melkor—“

“As tempting as your offer is, I’m going to have to decline. Even if I wanted to be there, which I don’t, Mairon’s sick.”

Melkor was never glad when Mairon was sick. When it was mild, he was very overdramatic about the whole thing. When it was serious, like now, Melkor refused to leave Mairon’s side for fear he would deliriously walk off into the void.

However, it worked in his favor this time.

So he thought.

“Melkor, if you’re going to lie, at least make it a good one. You haven’t been with Mairon for months. You kept him around for a few weeks after that work event and then you ended it like the others. And I hate that I know that.”

Melkor winced. That was the one problem with not keeping contact with his family for long periods of time. Their information was always sorely outdated.

However, Manwe was right. That did happen. Of course, things were more complicated than that and the outcome was now very different from what Melkor’s brother was describing.

But that was a story for another time.

Before he could deliver a stinging retort, Mairon moved his head slightly and gave a pathetic sneeze. Melkor immediately put his phone down and stroked tangled red hair away from his partner’s face.

“How are you feeling, precious?”

Mairon sighed. “Like shit.”

Melkor nodded, squeezing him gently. “Better than yesterday?

Better than when I found you last night?

Mairon seemed to pick up on what he was implying. He gave Melkor a warm glance, full of reassurance. “Yes, love.” He sat up, steadying himself, before getting to his feet.

Melkor felt his heart lurch. “Where are you going?”

Mairon gave him a withering look. “The bathroom. Do you want to hold my hand while I’m in there?”

At least his snark is returning.

“No, you little shit. I want to make sure you can see. Take Minnie with you.”

Mairon rolled his eyes, though Melkor thought he saw some affection there. “I was planning on it.” He called Minnie to his side, the red huskie trotting loyally behind him with her tail wagging.

Only when Melkor was sure Mairon had made it down the hallway without any trouble did he remember he was still technically on the phone. He sighed, picking up his cellphone and hoping this conversation could be ended as quickly as it began.

“Look, I can’t come, I don’t want to, the end. I’m trying to save you time.”

“Who was that?”

Melkor rubbed his free hand over his face. “Who? You mean Mairon? Yeah, I told you, he’s sick and I’m not coming.”

An elongated moment of silence made Melkor think his brother had hung up. Unfortunately, he had no such luck.

“I can’t believe you were serious…Anyway, I didn’t call you to play word games or judge you for your life choices. Dad wants everyone to come home for Christmas this year. He says it’s important.”

Melkor snorted, reacting instinctively. “That makes this whole fucking song and dance even less appealing. If I could get a restraining—“

“Melkor, it could be important. Bring Mairon, since apparently he’s involved in your misery business, I don’t care what you do. But get your ass up here. You’re lucky dad still wants anything to do with you after—“

Melkor ended the call, hoping to regain his sense of control before Mairon came back. He sighed.

It looked like they were heading to Valinor for the holidays.

[furious-haste-of-malice]

"I heard things about you," he said in a low voice. "They say you gain favours by offering your fána to others. And I know it to be true. Even if you won't admit it, I've seen how you act when we fight. How you will always evade and deny and scream and throw insults, but also show off your fána and make sure it touches mine –" 

✦ ⁺ ‧ Day 5 ⁺ Tulkas x Melkor (background/implied Melkor x Mairon) ✦ ⁺ ‧ Synopsis: Tulkas chases Melkor with the intention of stopping him from committing evil deeds - and satisfying an age-old craving. ✦ ⁺ ‧ Featuring/prompts: Hate sex, rough sex, non-con, humiliation/degradation, light bondage ✦ ⁺ ‧ Warnings: Non-con (I mean it), physical violence Also available on AO3

AN: Day 5 of @silmsmutweek. Please heed the warnings - this may be rather unpleasant to read for some of you.

"Get away from me!" 

"That'd suit you just fine, huh?" 

Black claw-like nails dug into ruddy flesh, leaving angry red marks as the two Valar rolled down a grassy hill in the plains of Valinor. Their fight was heated and bitter, neither willing to give up – Melkor kept insisting that he had done nothing wrong, while Tulkas was adamant that he had been acting suspicious and had decided to apprehend him before any evil deeds could be committed. If anything his resistance made it seem like he had something to hide, as the Champion of the Valar proudly proclaimed. 

Despite his best efforts Melkor ended up trapped underneath his bulk when they stopped rolling. 

"Look," Tulkas began, and for once his laughter stopped. "You may have fooled Manwë, but I don't believe you've changed. In fact I think you're up to something."

For some reason this idiot has convinced himself that he knows something. Melkor bared his teeth and snarled, though he couldn't shake the vague feeling of dread crawling up his spine. This seemed to be more serious than he had initially assumed, and unfortunately for him, his chances of beating Tulkas in a fight weren't too good. The memories of his painful, humiliating defeat were fresh on his mind and being imprisoned in Mandos for ages had certainly not helped matters. 

"So all of a sudden you know better than everyone else? You, Tulkas the wise, the last person anyone in their right mind would ever ask for advice? Don't make me laugh," Melkor sneered. He barely managed to catch Tulkas' fist as the other attempted to retaliate against his mockery. 

"Laugh all you want while you still can. I know evil when I see it," Tulkas said. 

Melkor's eyes lit up like blue flames. "What do you even want from me?! Your king has accepted me as one of the Valar, yet you continue to pursue me! Do you want me to sit quietly in a corner and grovel at your feet? Would that please you enough to leave me alone?" 

Silence ensued as Tulkas pondered those words. His arm relaxed slightly, allowing Melkor to finally push his fist away, but his weight on top of him was unyielding and he couldn't get away; not like this anyway. Perhaps he could find another way – though before he could come up with a plan, he noticed how the other Vala was staring down at him, his expression shifting from righteous anger to something different. 

"Please me, huh?" Tulkas mused. "Why, it would indeed. And I must say I'm not surprised that you would attempt to suggest such a thing." 

"It was not a suggestion, you imbecile!" Melkor tried to struggle again, only to be pinned to the ground even more forcefully. 

"I don't think so." 

Tulkas suddenly grasped his chin with one of his large hands, eyeing the Dark Vala with something akin to interest in his eyes. 

"I heard things about you," he said in a low voice. "They say you gain favours by offering your fána to others. And I know it to be true. Even if you won't admit it, I've seen how you act when we fight. How you will always evade and deny and scream and throw insults, but also show off your fána and make sure it touches mine –" 

"My fána is touching yours because I'm defending myself! How on Arda did you fail to understand that?!" Melkor cried out indignantly, but Tulkas wasn't listening. Instead, he reached for his robe and tore it with ease, exposing his angrily heaving chest. 

"Aye, even now you deny it, yet I know better," he said and reached for one of his nipples, hardened from rubbing against the fabric. He pinched it, causing Melkor to let out a pained noise before he could stop himself. 

"Sometimes I wonder if you want me to chase you, beat you into submission and..." Tulkas used his hand holding the Dark Vala's chin to force eye contact while continuing to roughly fondle his chest. "... offer yourself to me so I leave you alone. Is that it, slut?" 

"Unhand me and go play out your sick fantasies with someone else!" 

Tulkas shook his head. "You're a liar and everyone knows it."

Faster than lightning, he let go of Melkor's chin to backhand him across the face, causing him to drop to the ground in a daze. While the Dark Vala was incapacitated, he grabbed a rope he had brought with him and tied his hands together before forcibly removing the rest of his clothes.

"I believe I deserve a reward for all the trouble you caused and I'll take it whether you like it or not," Tulkas growled. 

Did he... plan this?!

Melkor's eyes widened in panic, and his reaction seemed to please him. 

"Now you stop shouting, hm? Don't worry, I'll be gentle if you behave."

Tulkas' weight was suddenly lifted, but any attempt at another escape or defending himself by kicking him was foiled when he immediately took hold his thighs to force his legs apart, positioning himself in-between, and pushing them back against his chest to expose the most vulnerable part of his fána. Melkor struggled and protested as fiercely as he could, but unfortunately the Champion of the Valar was stronger than him. 

"Indeed, you're prettier than I used to think," Tulkas mused, not bothering to suppress a pleased groan as he greedily spread him open with both hands and admired the tight, twitching hole presenting itself to him. "And you put up a good fight if you try, as if you were made to be conquered by me... aye, I admit I've been desiring this for a long time."

"Stop! Let me go! I –" Melkor bit his lip. Despite everything, he couldn't bring himself to plead – though something told him it'd be futile anyway, and heightening his enemy's pleasure was all he would achieve. 

Impatient, Tulkas spat on his hand and unceremoniously shoved two spit-slicked fingers inside of him, his free hand holding his legs in place. Melkor had to bite down harder to keep himself from crying out in pain. It was the first time someone touched him like this after many years in captivity, it hurt and it was so unlike the loving, gentle touches he remembered from a different time, when he was at home and felt safe and Mairon was with him – no, he couldn't think of Mairon now. He had grown to treasure these memories as one of few comforts he'd had in his lonely cell in Mandos and he would need them again so very soon, he couldn't allow them to be poisoned by another's violation of his fána. 

Melkor kept cursing the other Vala and tried to kick him, but Tulkas thwarted all of his attempts and continued to force his passage open with merciless determination. 

"Stop being difficult or I'll have to beat you again," he said, and Melkor's blood froze; from the tone of his voice and the utter lack of Tulkas' usual smile and boisterous laughter revealed that this was a serious threat. 

He was going to have to endure this too, the greatest humiliation forced upon him by his most hated enemy. His thoughts were racing, desperately trying to find a way out – he wanted Mairon to come and save him, but he knew he couldn't reach him from Valinor and even if he could, what chance would a Maia have against the Champion of the Valar? As the pain between his legs grew and bruises began to form, Melkor even thought about calling for Manwë, but would his holy, perfect brother even hear him? Would he side with him or would he accept what was done to him as yet another justified punishment? 

Tulkas forced his cock inside him without warning, and this time Melkor couldn't stop himself from screaming, his lips already bloody from being bitten. It hurt so much more than his fingers, stretching him wide despite his fána's desperate attempts at resistance. 

"Tulkas, stop!" His cry was weak, and the only response he received was a dark chuckle as the other Vala began moving inside of him. 

"Not before I've gotten my fill of that tight little hole of yours."

Melkor tried to shed his fána then, his ëala wanting nothing more than to escape, but Tulkas' grip was too strong. He was forced to stay where he was, pressed against the ground as the sacred soil of Valinor was stained with their sweat and blood dripping out of his abused hole. 

To his horror, he soon felt Tulkas' hand reaching for his cock and stroking him with rough, hasty movements. There truly were no limits to how much he would be degraded, and even when he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to numb himself to the pain and unwanted pleasure, he couldn't stop his fána from responding. 

"You're going to cum because I know you enjoy it, slut," Tulkas growled triumphantly. 

Melkor didn't bother arguing. By now he had long realised that his enemy was playing out some kind of twisted fantasy he had made up in his mind, and he would see it through to the end. There was nothing he could do to change that, no matter how much he resisted. The only option he had left was to endure, to escape once Tulkas was done with him and find a quiet place to lick his wounds. 

There was no relief when the combined efforts of his hand and his rapidly thrusting cock forced an orgasm out of Melkor, causing him to arch his back and coat both himself and his enemy in viscous white liquid. He didn't need to open his eyes to know that Tulkas was smiling. His torment seemed to go on for an eternity until he finally felt something wet and sticky inside him, marring his fána and completing the utter humiliation of his very being. 

Tulkas pulled out of him to admire his handiwork, grasping both of the Dark Vala's thighs to keep him from closing his legs. 

"You look good like that, fucked open and filled with my seed," he purred. "I'd even say you've never looked prettier." 

Melkor only let out a whimper in response, still keeping his eyes closed. He didn't want to see it. He didn't want to process what had just happened. All he wanted to was to leave his fána behind, get as far away as he could, clean himself and forget, forget, forget, until he had successfully convinced himself that his dignity had never been violated this way. 

Yet when he was left lying in the grass, leaking blood and cum with every shuddering breath, Melkor couldn't move. His ëala was heavy with shame, as if Tulkas was still on top of him and holding him down, and his breath came in short, uneven gasps. Even his own fána refused him now, tainted with the essence of another, of something repulsive and unwanted. 

I'm fine. I'm the mightiest of them all, they'll never truly defeat me.

Instead of opening his eyes, Melkor fled into the depths of his mind and summoned memories of happier times, of bliss instead of pain, of Mairon's smile and his warm, comforting embrace. Mairon would fix this for him if he couldn't. Mairon would make him whole again. It was the only reassurance he had, and he clung to it as his fána went numb and he slowly drifted into a state of unconsciousness. 

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[lunacanis99]

Mantle of Flames Proxi

So, let's talk about Althaea. Specifically about her curse/deal I've talked about a few times prior.

When Althaea gave me her background she told me that "Althaea is always on the brink of death, but never dies. This entity won't let her." Now this was a few sessions in and was actually referencing how Althaea had been knocked out in every prior session so she worked it into her background. I believe this is also based on "Over the Garden Wall" but I've never seen it so I don't know how much of a reference this is. Anyways, I decided to name the creature doing this for her a Vassal, which Wikipedia says is "a person or country in a subordinate position to another" (this was the first hint the Vassals weren't acting on their own.) And Well I've never wanted to say no to my players that backstory did present a problem: I could just have there be no repercussion of death for her. So I decided, each time she died she'd loose some of her max health. At first it was just her level in health but after about 3 deaths it became her level and a roll of her hit die. Out of game that was because it wasn't balanced enough to be an actual consequence with threat of death considering she got more max health each level, but in game it was because the Vassals had "noticed her loyalty". Aka Althaea sided with and defended the Vassals and I did not see that coming and had to rewrite a lot of things. As the game went on and I started figuring my big plot out I knew I wanted the Vassals to factor into it and have something to do with the chained gods. And then I realized, they were the angels of the chained gods. See in my world every god has 3 angels to act as messengers soldiers and workers for them. But the Vassals don't look like angels; they're completely black with glowing white eyes, a feather cloak, and antlers, so it wasn't obvious. Canary was actually the first to figure this out (making me have to rewrite again. Thanks) and had to keep it hidden from the group for a while, (mostly cause she wiped her own memory) especially Althaea. The rest of the group slowly followed and had their own opinions and realizations and now they're working to fix it.

But, as interesting and intricate as this is, it's not what I'm here to talk about. No, I'm here to tell you about all of Althaea's deaths so far.

Death 1: Her first death was actually out of game (precampaign) and what started all of this. She had just run away from her abusive home in the faewild and now was lost in the winter on the material plane. She would have starved or frozen to death, but the Vassal appeared to her, offered to help her, then killed her and brought her back, basically resetting her clock so she had enough time to find food and shelter. This was the first of many though...

Death 2: Her next death was facing down the young white dragon Mairon's uncle Melkor sent them to fight. Alistair also died in this fight so she shouldn't feel too bad. I believe she died to the ice breath. Problem was, though everyone saw it out of game the only character that saw it in game was Alistair, who, as previously mentioned, also died. And when he got back his memory was spotty, and we had him roll. He didn't remember.

Death 3: Her third death was also against a dragon, a green dragon this time. See this dragon was one of the big bads of the current storyline and was the queen drow's pet, thus was more intelligent than other beasts. So when everyone kept healing each other and getting back up he decided to fix that. So when he knocked Althaea out next instead of leaving her there he picked her up and dropped her in the deep pool of water to the side. She drowned and reemerged a few rounds later. This time, Alistair saw it. And the group confronted her on it.

Death 4: This death was in the faewild. They'd gone to the faewild to help their friend Carric on his task in return for his God reviving Mairon. (Convoluted I know) They'd gone with him to help take down a corrupted ArchFae. And, after being knocked out in one by a prismatic spray, she failed her death throws and died again.

Death 5: The next death isn't many sessions later, as these deaths start getting more frequent. And, this is an interesting one. Because, after being led on a wild goose chase around town all session looking for 2 kidnapped friends, the group find themselves face to face with a Vassal. Althaea tries to speak for the group and keep them safe, which she manages, in return for her own throats getting slashed.

Death 6: The next death came at the hands of a skyrate. She (once again) got one shot by Captain Hunter's monk first mate Kraven, but this time it was more than 2x her health, so she got one shot killed. However, this time when she died she made a deal with the Vassals for more power when she came back, but now she owes them... something.

Death 7: Death seven, once again was one shot, which seems to be the pattern now. This time by a meteor swarm from a witch.

Death 8: This is the most recent death. And by far the dumbest. After the group went to Canary's farm to ask her adoptive son Tazd to come with them and they ask Canary for permission, Canary threatens them if they touch her son. So you know what Althaea does? Can you guess? Yup. She picked up Tazd and tried to run away. From a Rouge with a gun... it goes about as well as a sneak attack assassinate bullet to the brain can.

So yeah, an eventful time of Althaea's death. Let's see what happens when she dies with 6 health, and thus has no more health to give. And... we'll most likely see this in 3 days. :)

[lunacanis99]

Mantle of Flames NPCs

Yes I know I said it's be on thursdays and Monday's but I feel like it's important to get some base info out there. Warning this one will be long. And expect another one today or tomorrow explaining the lore of the world and the plot so far.

So here is a list of a good bit of the NPC's in MoF. Or at least most of the important ones.

-Bao Moonclaw: High Elf Emperor of the city their centered in (called Alamoa) and leader of the council. Very overworked and the party constantly almost ending the world does not help.

-Anastasia Moonclaw: Human wife of Bao. A sweet girl who enjoys flowers and is very protective of her daughter.

-Grendel Moonclaw: Tiny half elf child. Like 8-10 (I'm not very good at remembering ages) who loves befriending everyone.

-Inari Belladonna: Human sorceress. Council's Master of Magic. Chaos aunt to the group and also the first council member the group met and befriended. Also a disaster lesbian.

-Kythor: Teifling rouge. Council's master of secrets. Very elegant but not afraid to kick ass. Interacts with the party the least.

-Toxan Bacrath: Black dragonborn barbarian. Council's general. The large friend that gets strong so he can hug all his friends really well. Once threw Canary 20 feet.

-Carric Hilahila: Highelf cleric of Correlon. Council's master of religion. Sweetness incarnate. Currently dating Mairon after helping resurrect her, forming the perfect diabetes couple. Used to be named Carric Vax.

-Warryn: Gnome bard. Council's master of Import/Export. Happy Scottish party boy who loves talking to the party. However, they forgot about him for 27 sessions, until Jet berated them. Now is a favorite council member.

-Raven: Human(?) Shadowmancer. Council's master of public relations. Took over the council position after Zeanna turned traitor. Edgy boy who is actually a living rift to the shadowfell barely held together by the magic of a fiend. Constantly at risk of basically exploding and opening a giant rift.

-Erabus Nerezza: Woodelf monk. Council's master of the mines. Took over the council position after Vistra's death. Used to be an adventurer till her whole party was killed fighting the tarrasque. Now is a Proxy (a person that can come back after death but loses a part of them each time, like Althaea) and trying to help the party.

-Buck: Human bard. Leader of the high guard of Alamoa. Full name is Buckamire Archibald Kingsley. Currently dating Canary and took full responsibility for anything the party does in the eyes of Bao.

-Kyofushin: Aracanalolth wizard/archivist. Kyo for short. Was supposed to be a one off shop keep character but the party instantly adored him so he became a major NPC. Died about a year ago giving his life to save Canary then the party went to hell to rescue him. Basically the mom to the party. Everyone's favorite NPC.

-Mordred La'Fae: Human fighter. Buck's apprentice and head high guard in training. Somehow Neutral Good despite being incredibly Lawful and focused on Justice. Hates Alistair with a burning passion because he knows how evil Alistair actually is. (The DM calls him a Cassandra). One of the DM's favorite NPC's.

-Ressa: Cloud dragon. Yup. The group befriended a cloud dragon. She's very old (described as beyond ancient) and mute and a sweet girl. Basically the grandma of the group.

-Haeldriia: Drow wizard. Was the big enemy of the first arc as she used to be a drider, but the party cured her and now she's a sweet girl who is in love with Inari but to guilt filled to make a move.

-Morgana: Human fighter. A high up member of the high guard. Took over as head when Buck was temporarily kidnapped. Also was Alistair's mistress for a while. That didn't end well.

-Lilith Wardein: Human Paladin. Eldest Daughter of Alistair and Maev. Seemed to be following in her father's footsteps but now, with a budding crush on Mordred, might be dragged towards the light of good.

-Sam Altava: Hybrid Gunslinger. Used to be a skyrate (Sky pirate) but ran away as a child and then was raised by Kyo. Invented guns and then started dating Raven. Really hates his sister but would still die for her. Honorary member of the party.

-Tazd Nightwind/Shepard: Drow elf Rouge/gunslinger/cleric of Paelor. Oh boy has he been through a lot. A teenager member of the cult that was originally tortured by the party for information before he escaped and returned later to fight the party. They failed to kill him and he left the cult to become Sam's apprentice where the cult poisoned him for turning traitor and the party had to save him. Became a sweet boy adopted by Canary who just wants to pet horses but keeps getting dragged into the party's drama. Basically, this boy has been through too much, let him rest.

-Kovu Nightwind: Drow rouge. Older brother to Tazd. Very very edgy and refuses to accept his adoption from Canary but lives on her farm anyways to be with his brother. Would sell any of them out for a corn chip and they know it.

-Maev: Human witch. Insainly powerful witch. Don't mess with her. Or cheat on her. Alistair.

-Zeanna: Gnome hard. Used to be a member of the council but turned traitor to help the cult. Now seems to be working with the big bads of the whole campaign. The party really really hate her to an insane degree despite only meeting her like 3 times. But she got away, so she must die.

-Lynn Altava: Hybrid Fighter. Captain of the skyrate ship the DawnRunner. Sam's little sister. Bit of a chaos bitch but has never actually wronged the party despite threatening to multiple times.

-Neer Altava: Half angel Fighter. Lynn's first mate. Chaos boy who will die to protect his friends and gets himself into trouble a lot. Got captured by rival skyrates once. Once jumped off a cliff showing off only to clip his wing so Jet had to save him. Currently training Jet to be a better half angel.

-Aiden: Head angel of Bane. Father of Neer and has a very complex sympathetic background, asks tough to hide it but just loves his son.

-Shadow: Head angel of the Raven Queen. Mother of Jet. Stoic and quiet and fiercely loyal to the Matron. Try's not to show how much she cares for her son.

-Zephyr: Winter wolf. A winter wolf that was guarding a dungeon and they befriended and brought back to town. Now has a whole pack including his pup, 2 winged wolves, a wolf dragon hybrid, a Druid, a dire wolf, a giant owl, and the cloud dragon. Is a tired dad that doesn't know how he ended up leader of this mishmash pack.

-JewlClaw: Green dragon. A new addition to the story. A beyond ancient green dragoness loyal to Tiamat that killed the cousin of Mairon before making a deal with her so help free her from her mother in exchange for any redeemable favor. (With some minimum restrictions)

Bonus guest characters, aka other players that came in for a few sessions:

-Valefar: Drow warlock. Absolutely ridiculous drunkard and betrayed the party twice to help the cult. Was part of the big bad fight of the first arc.

-Titus: Aquabant monk. Tired skyrate who didn't want to be responsible for this ridiculous party. But they kept dragging him along. Also really wanted to punch a dragon but kept rolling horribly.

-Shadow Dragon: Dragon of growth wizard. A quiet girl with a confusing name. Just there for the chaos but ever one of the rare lines she uttered was absolutely scathing.

Mantle Party, feel free to add any I forgot!