#orannis

[scottielobster]

[achantersayswhat]

Will Veil Guard be good? Will it be bad? Will it be a vexing yet fascinating combination of both of in a way that is uniquely Dragon Age? Probably, who cares, all I know is I just activated like a fucking sleeper agent at the news that we can play as a Grey Warden again and that one of our companions is a Dalish Warden. I am a simple girl with simple needs.

[beliscary]

im away on vacation rn but I'm so glad many of us are being unwell about the wallmakers and belgaer (and/or ranna? are those the two wallmakers "patrons" so to speak?).... like wtf is going on over there !!!!!

[tanoraqui]

The last sons of Fëanor and their forces came to Sirion with blood-hungry blades and the acrid burn of Free Magic, and the ringing of deathly bells. Not a single charter mark was left uncorrupted in that fallen house. Worst of all, they came with a monster of white fire, which leapt ahead of their army with predatory glee.

The Abhorsen was not there to guard his city. He had sailed up the coast seeking aid, seeking refugees, seeking anyone who might be left in the darkening land beyond the wall, which darkened a little more each day as Orannis's strength grew. (Soon, the Ninth Bright Shiner's full power would return, and nothing left in the world would be able to stop him from destroying all that he hated, which was everything.)

He'd left his sword with his wife, the Charter marks still shining bright under the ever-clouded sky. She was the heir of Ranna-that-remained (though that queen remained no more) - so bells might have served her well, but even the Abhorsen's blessed blade didn't suit the power of the gentle Sleeper. She leapt with it into the sea, rather than let the fallen princes steal the heirloom at last.

The entity of white flame picked idly through the ashes and refuse of the refugee city. It was vaguely humanoid, though its limbs twisted and stretched at its whim. It batted a fallen tower-stone around like a cat with a toy. It did the same with a few corpses, but stopped more quickly, and set them to the side.

In a one-room house, it found a woman still alive, leaning heavily on a doused stove with one hand pressed to her bleeding side. It spoke to her in a voice that snapped and cracked like lightning as well as flame: "Go swiftly, child. You won't like what's coming if you stay."

Though clumsy with blood loss, she raised her dagger and tried to stab it. The entity's laugh crackled as it caught her arm. Still laughing. It broke first her wrist, then her shoulder, then, as she gasped in pain, her neck.

"Remember what I said!" it called as she faded helplessly into Death.

A muffled squeak of horror came from a large travel chest shoved against the opposite wall. The entity cocked its head curiously, then prowled across the room with all the confidence of a predator which knew its prey was cornered.

It yanked the chest apart entirely, tearing it in half between two burning white arms and crumbling the pieces. Two boys spilled out, identically dark-haired and fine-featured, about six years old. Only one was awake; the other was limp and bleeding from the temple, a stray blow in the madness of battle. Yet conscious and unconscious alike they clung to one another, and the wakeful child glared up at the monster with all the savage fury of a terrified child.

The being of Free fire recoiled.

"No," it hissed. "No! They had time to breed?"

It was about to sink blazing, dagger-sharp spines into both children where Sareneth rang deep and demanding from outside the little house, and a hoarse but strong voice only a little less accustomed to command called, "Mogget! Stop playing with your food and come face us!"

The entity stopped, attention briefly yanked toward the door. Then with a shiver of light it broke free and reached again for the children with merciless intent.

The bell sang out again, this time joined by Kibeth, and two voices called it out. The entity, which was still known as Mogget, was again caught for a moment - but an even shorter moment this time.

But still it stopped, and cocked its head toward the door.

"Only two, now," it murmured to itself. "Yes..." It smiled, which was a terrible thing to behold on a thing with no real face. "Two, I think I shall manage quite well."

With an almost gentle touch, save for the acrid burn of raw Free Magic, it swooped down and scooped the boys up in its arms, and deposited them unharmed on the very ragged mattress beside the shards of the chest. The wakeful one hugged his brother even tighter, trying to shield him.

The Mogget chuckled, and patted him on the heard.

"Wait here, little pests," it purred - a snapping, crackling purr, but a purr unmistakably. "I'll have you for dessert."

Then it darted out a shattered window.

Shouts greeted it immediately, and more ringing of bells - necromancer's bells, which had never known a Charter mark. Light flashed and cracked like a rainless storm, a rich voice rose to accompany the bells in song, and fire sizzled against cold steel. On the ragged mattress, the wakeful boy first looked around for somewhere else he could drag his brother to hide - for he had no desire whatsoever to be 'desert.' But when Astariel herself joined the chorus of battle, he just just clapped his hands over his ears and buried his face in his brother's blood-stained hair with a sob, and through muffled tears begged him to wake up.

However soft, his cries were loud in the echoing silence that followed the Weeper's ring. The second boy stirred, tears staining his cheeks, too, and murmured, "'lrond?"

The wakeful twin's weeping redoubled. Before he could reply, however, both froze at a terrible shriek from the street outside. The soul-piercing scream came closer without moving and they clutched each other tight. Then it faded into a cate's enraged yowl, merely ear-piercing.

Elrond leapt to his feet, and resumed looking around frantically.

"'Ros, he have to hide," he whispered. "We have to - "

Elros caught sight of their nursemaid on the floor, unmoving with her bloody side and twisted neck. He shoved his fist in his mouth to muffle a cry, and let his brother drag him into the corner beside the potbelly stove - the closest thing to a hiding spot, with escape blocked by voices approaching the single door.

A giant pushed it open, or close enough to a giant - a seven-foot-tall man in heavy armor with vividly copper hair tied back for battle. His armor was singed blood-splattered and his skin pale from the iciness of Death. But he moved unflinchingly and his single mailed hand held a long sword that sparked with red lightning and reeked of Free Magic.

A monster, at any rate - these children knew what Maedhros, Fëanor's eldest son, was said to look like. He was one of their mother's nightmares.

Another followed him - another son, another nightmare. The Dark Singer, Maglor the necromancer, bells all slung across his chest save for the sixth, which he held ready to ring. Ice was still melting off his armor.

At Maglor's heels came a small white cat in a red collar, complaining, " - waste your time, when reinforcements could arrive from Balar in - "

He saw the boys crouching by the cold stove and cursed in a language older than anyone else present could comprehend. It sounded a great deal like hissing.

Maedhros raised one cynical eyebrow. He continued stalking forward with a foreboding frown.

Elrond flinched back. It was Elros's turn to scowl fiercely up at the enemy.

"Nelyo, don't scare them." Maglor elbowed Maedhros aside and crouched in front of the twins. He sheathed Saraneth and displayed his empty hands with a gentle smile.

"Hey there," he said. His was the rich, warm voice. "We're not going to hurt you. Don't mind my brother, he's just grumpy. He's had a rough day. I bet you have too, hmm?"

There was blood on his teeth and lulling power in his hum. On raw instinct, Elros shrieked in jarring disharmony.

Quick as a flash, Maglor drew tinkling Ranna and sang Saraneth in harmony. Already exhausted from grief and fear, both children collapsed bonelessly.

"'Don't scare them,'" Maedhros quoted dryly as the echoes faded. His was the hoarse voice, rough from ancient scars.

"Shut up," Maglor said irritably. Bell still held high, he leaned forward and fished the scowlier child out of the tangle of immature limbs. He ran his fingers carefully along the boy's bloody scalp and pronounced, "Just a cut."

He turned the boy's face toward the dim light from the broken window. "Those are Turgon's eyebrows, right? And his nose, a little?" He added conscientiously, "Also, the silver keys on their tunics."

"Mogget," said Maedhros, looking back - but the cat had disappeared. His jaw tightened.

"He'll be back," said Maglor. "It's us or Eärendil - especially if we have the Abhorsen-in-waiting."

He gathered one twin over each shoulder and stood with a grunt. Their bodies lay limp but warm against his armor. The last bits of ice had melted.

"Much use, any of them," Maedhros said bitterly. "With no bells, no book, not even the bloody sword..."

Already across town from their recurring arguments, the small white cat stalked an engagingly plump rat through some battle-torn turf...and lost it when the bell on his collar suddenly chimed in a strong gust of wind. He sat back and began to wash himself in the universal sign of a cat who meant to do that, no really.

Damn bells! Damn bindings! Damn infant Abhorsens! He couldn't wait for Orannis to finish waking completely and tear them all to shreds!

Though, he could admit, the ninth note on the scale, far beyond petty mortal perception, which permeated matter and mind alike with ever-increasing intensity and goaded destruction as Ranna whispered sleep or Saraneth demanded obedience...and kept the sky so damn cloudy all the time; he hadn't had a really good sunbeam in years... He didn't like that, either. It set his fur on end, even on the pleasant occasions when he wasn't confined to fur.

Old Kingdom au!Fëanor wants to he Abhorsen like his father before him so bad that it makes him look stupid. He wants to be Abhorsen like his father before him so bad that he makes an entirely new set of Charter-infused necromantic bells just to prove that he can wield such powerful, important, approximately sacred tools. He manages this because he is, of course, a Wallmaker, not an Abhorsen. They do become the Abhorsen’s main set henceforth, after the originals are destroyed when Fingolfin tries to 1v1 Orannis.

Hm, actually, the relationship between divinities and people is all but inverted between these two media. I need to think about this some more.

[ellynneversweet]

More old kingdom magical system thoughts, as of Abhorsen: Orannis is a source of free magic, which implies

1. all the Shiners are/were (those who made the Charter put their magical source generation into the Charter)

2. The various bloodline inheritors are themselves sources?

3. Regular charter mages use but don’t generate magic?

[rubadubdub3nunsinatub]

It's objectively hilarious that Terciel felt ill-prepared to be Abhorsen. He spent like a decade apprenticing and never had been past the 6th gate? Bruh Lirael found out she was Abhorsen-in-waiting about 15 mins before she had to walk into the 9th precinct and then go defeat Orannis. Baptisms by fire for both his daughters rip

[clonerightsagenda]

It's been a while since I've read the Abhorsen books but from what I remember if anything Orannis is engaging with nuclear energy

[katnisshawkeye]

Abhorsen

Scheda informativa

Titolo originale: Abhorsen

Terzo capitolo de: Trilogia del Vecchio Regno

Autore: Garth Nix

Editore: Fazi Editore

Prima edizione: 2024

Pagine: 380

Prezzo: € 18,50

Trama

Dopo secoli di cattività, il Distruttore sta per tornare libero: Orannis non è più imprigionato nelle profondità della terra e sta cercando di spezzare l'ultimo vincolo che gli impedisce di esercitare i suoi terribili poteri. Mentre il Vecchio Regno cade ancora una volta nell'oscurità e nel terrore, la popolazione può confidare solo nell'Abhorsen, flagello dei morti. Ma l'Abhorsen Sabriel si è recata ad Ancelstierre insieme a suo marito il re e nessuno ha più ricevuto notizie. Soltanto Lirael, erede alla carica di Abhorsen, ha qualche possibilità di fermare Orannis, anche se non ha idea di come fare. Fino a poco tempo fa era semplicemente un'assistente bibliotecaria, che speranze può avere di salvare il mondo? Guidata da una visione delle Clayr, Lirael decide di mettersi in viaggio insieme ai suoi fidati compagni – Sameth, la Canaglia e Mogget – per cercare ovunque, sia nel regno dei vivi che in quello dei morti, qualcosa che la aiuti a fermare il Distruttore. Ma tra i mostri d'ombra e malvagi negromanti, sembra che Nicholas, il migliore amico di Sameth, si sia lasciato manipolare dai poteri di Orannis e stia collaborando con lui. Che possibilità ha una giovane donna di sconfiggere un potere in grado di distruggere la vita stessa?

Recensione

È sempre meglio agire.

Con l'Abhorsen — il terzo volume della Trilogia del Vecchio Regno — si conclude il viaggio di Lirael che, partita dal Ghiacciaio delle Clayr come “Clayr senza vista” trova non solo il suo posto nel mondo, ma anche una famiglia e degli amici che, con il tempo, imparerà a conoscere, così come diventerà un'Abhorsen degna del suo ruolo, orgoglio di suo padre, Abhorsen prima di Sabriel,e della stessa Sabriel sua sorellastra, proprio come sua madre Arielle aveva previsto.

Meglio non contare le mele prima di aver piantato l'albero. [...] La vita andava avanti, sebbene in una lotta continua.

Come nei precedenti volumi Lirael e, prima ancora, Sabriel, anche nell'Abhorsen sono contenuti preziosi insegnamenti, tra cui il non mettere fretta al tempo e alle proprie capacità e abilità di spledendere, e il non arrendersi mai di fronte alle difficoltà.

La scrittura di Garth Nix ti tiene incollato alle pagine, piene di colpi di scena e avventure che vorresti davvero vivere in prima persona, nonostante l'oscurità e l'incombente malasorte del mondo che potrebbe polverizzare tutto il conosciuto, tanto che anche nel fortuito caso in cui Lirael e i suoi compagni non fossero riusciti a fermare il Orannis, il Distruttore, la fantasia del lettore sarebbe galoppata: se per pura fortuna un singolo individuo, o un paio di esseri viventi, fossero riusciti a scampare alla morte certa, cosa sarebbe loro successo? Un interrogativo che, comunque, non si pone se non in un finale alternativo.

L'epilogo dell'Abhorsen lascia comunque spazio all'immaginazione: in cosa consiste il nuovo e inaspettato percorso di Nicholas Sayre?

Valutazione

★★★★★ 5/5

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[artwithoutblood]

this is so fucking funny because i've wanted to read sandman for YEARS but never picked it up.

I think you would probably like it. Be warned though, the content is pretty dark to the point of being disturbing or gruesome (genuinely) and there are no trigger warnings. Tread carefully.

i really like this idea of just locking away the forbidden, deep in the in-between, never to be awoken.

You might like Garth Nix's Old Kingdom series as well. Shout out to the wind chimes, and Lirael waking the sleeper. Mogget. Orannis. YA books but the author used to be in the army so also pretty gruesome in spots/covering trauma. Heaps of (reverse?) necromancy and magic.

however, while aeron is a good candidate because it's funny, it would make much more sense, and be more in character, for samir to be the one to lock silas away, trapping him in the sleep he desired, living an eternal nightmare.

That does have a nice symmetry to it. Defeated by his shadow self or foil. Especially when you think that dreams are seen as such wonderful things and nightmares as bad, but you need that balance.

I was about to guess Adonis could do something but it's less of a good fit. More of an unexpected angle. This is what I had.

(Inspired by the 'mushrooms are an extant form of decay' meme and that Susan Sontag quote about photographs being a memento mori. Probably a shared mindset between Aeron and Adonis.)

"Oh. OH.

I've been doing other tasks just casually mulling over how to kill a god. 

An obvious one is for them to no longer be worshipped, and by extension no longer have a role. But for as long as humanity exists there will be sleep and dreams.

However... another thing that will always exist is decay. The passing of seasons. The end of a reign. The completion of a cycle and one emerging anew.

It may be that there's a time when a demon has learned and done all they can, and chooses to move aside for a new aspect to take their place. It's the natural way of things.

Silas wishes to be free of his earthly vessel. His existence is no longer fruitful and he's gone rotten. If Aeron doesn't want to contain him within a merciful madness disguised as his longed for dreams... Perhaps we can call on the scavenger god Adonis to clean him up."

now i feel like a fraud because, like neil gaiman, i too have a dream that just wants to die. this is awkward. i gave silas dreams last minute. i was gonna give him something related to snakes WITHOUT even thinking about erebus.

thank you for the recs tho!

samir's domain is sand. all sand. little hideaways underneath, where he spends his days drawing and weaving. i could see him keeping silas in a coffin, buried deep, deep in the sand. should silas awaken, he will be drowned by the weight.

perhaps adonis can trap his soul in a photograph and take him away. demons don't have souls.you get it.

or, perhaps, his body must be forced into the erotic ritual of giving a human demonhood. take over another's aspect. let the former body rot.

[444names]

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[haroldjaffe]

Doodling some of my favorite magical scientists

[emybunart]

See the FULL nsfw commission here: https://twitter.com/EmyBunnyy/status/1087828149897814016

[fira211]

I don't know how it would work, I don't know where the idea came from. But I'm rereading the Abhorsen series and I had a rare pair thought:

Disreputable Dog/Mogget enemies to friends to lovers (though almost certainly ace rep or something mystic like Good Omens angel/demon feelings sex and not bodily sex [not that GO body sex fic isn't also delightful but I digress])

Also, Good Omens/Old Kingdom crossover in general but I would love for Aziraphele and Mogget to be friends (library cat) and Crowley and the Dog to be friends (chaos twins)

[beliscary]

there's a tower in belisaere called dolorous bastion

[tanoraqui]

Oh, Old Kingdom Feanorians is very fun I love it! Thoughts that occurred to me 1) lore of Melkor can be split between Oranis and Mogget; Oranis for destruction and deaths, Mogget for lies; in fact, I can see Mogget feanor relationship being something like in book Clariel; Mogget using him but two of them growing fond of each other, if only due to similar desire for freedom 2) Astarael already is Nienna in a way, no? Itd be fun too see yfeanor or Maglor down the well

That's exactly what I was thinking, re: Morgoth, Orannis and Mogget! Mogget saw the division in the Abhorsen's family, notably Fëanor's jealousy, paranoia and pride (and fear of abandonment and loss), as well as his genuinely non-malicious curiosity and love of exploration, and egged him on in his feud with Fingolfin and his experiments with not just the Charter but Free Magic as well. He egged on FIngolfin as well, though less so - it was always harder to act directly against even the Abhorsen-in-Waiting, and anyway, he barely needed to. Fëanor provoked Fingolfin enough all on his own.

I don't know how exactly Orannis starts to wake - I don't think Fëanor unburies him, though maybe he unburies him a little, gets hideously bad vibes, and stops...and it's too late; he's broken some preliminary seal that he fails to properly repair? Or maybe he's just revealed the location to Sauron, who will overall be playing the part of Chlorr of the Mask in this au... At any rate, Orannis wakes some notable amount, but as he does Finwë brings battle to him, which kills Finwë but buys the whole Kingdom many decades, maybe centuries, as Orannis slowly regains his full power.

(I still like the idea that those of the Shiners' blood live longer than normal people in this au, like, Númenoreans long - several centuries on average. Unless killed, of course, as many of them are.)

Mogget was likely with Finwë, briefly uncollared. Finwë orders him to deliver bells and sword to Fingolfin, who is at the extremely awkward festival the royal family (Vanyar) are throwing in an attempt to get him and Fëanor to reconcile...

(Hm, did some Great Charter Stones get broken in Orannis's emergence, a la the death of the Trees? They're reparable, though... I'd need to think about this au more to figure out exactly how bloodlines and frankly geography and range of rule, work. The Old Kingdom doesn't really have anywhere to exile people to, but that's such an important part of The Silmarillion...)

From Mogget's pov, what comes next is roughtly:

Fuck yeah, dead Abhorsen, and his kids more likely than not to go to war over his title, even though it's patently obvious who should have it! Lol! (Okay, Orannis is an unwelcome surprise buuut he's delayed, so, like, I can still work with this.) Time to drop of some objects then get righteously vengefully slaughtering...

Ugh, new Abhorsen is quick with a collar. And the boys are...getting along, in the wake of Finwë's death. That is, Fëanor is too distracted by vengeance to make trouble about not being Abhorsen, and Fingolfin is too distracted by vengeance to make trouble about Fëanor blatantly using Free Magic. Well, at least they're going to stop Orannis before he causes--

Aaand Fëanor in his paranoia and fury took all the ships to sail [south to Edge? north of above the Glacier?] to attack Orannis, then blindly charged ahead and got himself torn to pieces by Greater Dead- oh, no, actually he self-immolated at the very end. Yeah that tracks. I may have encouraged that path of thought. Okay. Damn, and Maedhros captured? RIP, except of course he won't. I kinda liked that kid, too.

Fingon did wh-- fucking Seven, that's a construct of Astarael they're flying back on.

Alright, business as usual, Abhorsen alternately bossy and ignoring me while his kid runs around fighting Free Magic dragons and flirting with Wallmaker scions (who rae definitely still using Free Magic over there; maybe I'll just take a nap in these saddlebags and someone will accidentally bring me to visit...) Only difference is it's a semi-active war front because no one can figure out how to re-bind Orannis so all they can really do it wait--

Ugh, I HATE fire. The soot gets EVERYWHERE and I have to lick it out. This is undignified.

Good showing on Abhorsen Fingolfin's part. Stupid, but good. Death-seeking despair is in their blood, there's really not much you can do about it. Serious issue that Orannis kept the bells, though - Fingon's always been better with the sword, but that won't be nearly eno--

The remnant of Ranna had a DAUGHTER with a HUMAN? What the fuck?

This plan is doomed but as usual the Abhorsen won't listen to me. /shrug emoji

Yyyep he's dead. Ooh, no new Abhorsen anywhere nearby, and he's just a baby anyway... Look, one of Turgon's last people is even picking up the sword; I'm sure it'll get to the new kid somehow... Clearly the most appropriate and helpful thing for me to do is to find the nearest heirs of the blood and help them stand against Orannis. Hey, Fëanorioni, long time no see! You know, I'd be able to help much more if you just take off this pesky little collar...

(Fëanorians spend the next several decades letting Mogget lose to kill things and people then wrestling a collar back onto him, which gets increasingly difficult as there are fewer of them to do it. Moggets stays with them because a) killing is fun, b) eventually they're fail to re-restrain him and he'll be more or less free, and c) he kinda likes them shut up. They're so fucked up and still trying so hard; it's...intriguing.)

(Mogget refuses to identify whether Elros or Elrond is the true Abhorsen-in-Waiting literally until they figure it out themselves (it's Elros. Elrond, once Orannis has been re-bound with the help of assorted relatives, takes up the mantle of being Ranna-than-remains, and builds himself a welcoming manor near the woods that were once Doriath.))

[ellynneversweet]

A thing I’m low key absolutely obsessed with is Mogget, in Abhorsen, calling the Ranna bell on his belt ‘sister.’ Being temporarily hauled into an alternate slipstream of time by what remains of Astarael so they could have a Private Talk in which she gave him the benefit of the doubt, which he seems outsizedly pleased by. The Dog/Kibeth still being immediately and personally enraged at the very sight of him, thousands of years after he refused to take a side because he’s not some guy who refused to take part in an alliance he was invited to join, he’s Yrael who she maybe came into being alongside and who refuses to have the same violently passionate reaction as her to Orannis and his shitfuckery.

It’s all very ancient pantheon. Yes, they have crazy comic power, yes they have innate natures they can’t go against, but they’re also a family and their grudges are ancient and complex and, well…a little petty.

(These thoughts are brought to you by wondering how it was that Mogget knew Something Was Up In Belisaere when Kerrigor attempted his coup. Is the Charter on its conscious level the family group chat where he has view-only privileges and the very stones themselves are pointing at the royal line going ‘he’s infected! Someone help! Mogget, tell your charge to get over here…!’)