#oswin west

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Magma drawings ft. Doctor Who OCs (The Doctor, a Companion, Romana, and a Master who looks suspiciously like the companion), and some DC stuff

[scotianostra]

31st of August is the Feast day of St Aidan.

Not much is known about Aidan’s early life, it is thought he was born in Connach Ireland.

St. Aidan began his life of service on the Isle of Iona, the monastery at Iona was established by Irish monks under St. Columba, during the so-called “dark ages.” About a century later, in St. Aidan’s time, the monastery had become a major center of Gaelic Christianity and was receiving and sending monks across Europe.

By this time, Christianity in Northern England was largely replaced by the paganism of both native Britons and the Anglo-Saxon conquerors. The Kingdom of Northumbria (northern England and south-east Scotland) had just been reconquered by King St. Oswald of Northumbria. There was no Scotland or England as such back then, and no real borders Oswald brought the two Northumbrian kingdoms of Bernicia and Deira once again under a single ruler, and promoted the spread of Christianity,the North of Bernica are now part of the South of Scotland.

Oswald took back his father’s throne at the Battle of Heavenfield, where he prepared by praying before a wooden cross, legend says it was a relic of the True Cross. Next, Oswald beheld a vision of St. Columba who promised victory if his generals would be baptized. At council, all agreed to be baptized the night before and victory came to Oswald.

Oswald’s Northumbrian kingdom was small but remarkably diverse. Such was it you could hear at least four languages within the kingdom’s borders and there was a mix of church ruins and pagan sites dotting the landscape. While Christianity was initially brought to Britain by Roman saints, and strengthened by Sts. Gregory and Augustine of Canterbury, it had fallen away from the Britons with the Anglo-Saxon invasions.

When Oswald was killed in battle in 642, Aidan worked equally well with Oswin, king of Deira. Aidan preached widely throughout Northumbria, travelling on foot, so that he could readily talk to everyone he met. When Oswin gave him a horse for use in difficult terrain, Aidan gave it to a beggar soliciting alms. Oswin was angry until, as Bede recounts, Aidan asked if the son of a mare was more precious to the king than a son of God. Oswin sought Aidan's pardon, and promised never again to question or regret any of his wealth being given away to children of God. Both Oswald and Oswin are venerated in England as saints and martyrs.

Scores of Scottish and Irish monks assisted Aidan in his missionary work, building churches and spreading Celtic Christian influence to a degree that Lindisfarne became the virtual capital of Christian England. The saint also recruited classes of Anglo-Saxon youths to be educated at Lindisfarne. Among them was Saint Eata, abbot of Melrose and later of Lindisfarne. In time, Eata's pupil, Saint Cuthbert, also became bishop of Lindisfarne.

Aidan lived a frugal life, and encouraged the laity to fast and study the scriptures. He himself fasted on Wednesdays and Fridays, and seldom ate at the royal table. When a feast was set before him he would give the food away to the hungry. The presents he received were given to the poor or used to buy the freedom of slaves, some of whom entered the priesthood. During Lent Aidan would retire to the small island of Farne for prayer and penance. While there in 651, he saw smoke rising from Bamburgh, which was then under attack by the pagan King Penda of Mercia. He prayed for the wind to change, and many of the besiegers were destroyed by fire.

When Oswin was killed in 651 by his treacherous cousin Oswy, king of Bernicia, Aidan was grief-stricken. The saint outlived Oswin by a mere twelve days, dying in a shelter he had erected against the wall of his church in Bamburgh.

The first pic shows tomb of St Aidan, St Aidan's Church, Bamburgh, the second is a stained glass window depicting Aidan at the Monastic Chapel, Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, New York.

[v-arbellanaris]

just for myself, implications from bodahn's rumours:

loghain is already beginning to gather another royal army in the east (denerim) -- rumours imply this army is to march against orlais in the west instead of south to the darkspawn

a bann was arrested for saying loghain should be removed from the throne by force i.e. treason

loghain's forces & one of the bannorn's crossed each other north of lothering and fought. unclear who won or who lost, or if this happened before or after lothering was lost

loghain crushes bann bronach's forces; rumours that bronach was trying to parley with loghain

several banns band together, leading a thousand men against loghain's men at winter's breath. loghain's men win, with heavy losses on both sides.

anora attempts to mediate between her father and the bannorn

over two dozen of loghain's men are killed after an ambush near highever at night

loghain hunts down the men responsible to oswin - hunters working for bann valdric - and executes them

oswin revolts against loghain; attempts are made to quell the uprising

the bannorn band together again and raise more men against loghain, confronting his men at iachus valley. loghain won.

the bannorn are on the run.

loghain hunts them down, manages to arrest three banns

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Chapter 8: Noble Lady of Caelin (Section 3)

Once they traveled down a small hill and made it north through the large forest that covered the south, they would arrive at Castle Caelin.

When they started to fight, Lyn and her allies would join them. Knowing that, Eliwood had Oswin, Marcus, and the other experienced fighters start their march as the vanguard.

Rather than prioritize meeting up with Lyn, he decided to prioritize putting their efforts into moving separately, as if they did so, they could throw the Laus soldiers into chaos. 

Meanwhile, General Bauker, while on the defensive, was desperately trying to figure out where the pegasus had fallen when she dropped out of the sky.

"Someone! Figure out if that pegasus knight is really dead! And if she is still breathing, then finish her off!"

If the pegasus knight was a messenger from the remainders of the Caelin Army being led by the escaped Lady Lyndis… she would not be just a nuisance to them. Laus had ambushed another territory within the Lycian League and captured their castle. If Ostia or one of the many other territories knew about any of this, then the entire Lycian League would likely become their enemy.

They now needed to bide their time and regroup their forces.

But then one of his soldiers approached him with a report which utterly crushed that thought. 

"Reporting, Sir! An enemy is attacking from the west! It is Eliwood, son of Marquess Pherae!"

"...So they're here."

It must be the army that had conquered Laus Castle. He couldn't imagine that any other army would be able to arrive so quickly once they had learned of the situation. Knowing full well that he was going to lead them down a path to their own destruction, Bauker made the decision to fight for his lord. 

"This is our opportunity to show our loyalty to Marquess Laus. Our foes are nothing more than a ragtag group of random soldiers! They are no match for us!!"

ー

Within the thick undergrowth of the forest, Lyn unsheathed Mani Katti and started to move towards the castle.

As she ran, to protect her, Sain and Kent were on either side of her, and Wil was behind her. It might have been the right decision to wait for Florina’s return and Eliwood's arrival before doing anything, but Lyn couldn’t bear it to just wait around.

And so, in order to reduce the enemy's numbers as much as they possibly could, she decided that they would utilize guerilla warfare tactics. As there were so many places to hide within the thick forest, they could engage in an advantageous battle even in their small numbers.

Even Kent, who was against the idea at first, reluctantly agreed, so long as they kept this fight a feint operation, and they began to make their move.

"What is the current status of the enemy?" Lyn asked Wil upon his return from reconnaissance. 

"Their archer unit appeared to have deployed out on the front line, but are now receding. I wonder what could have happened to lead to that?"

"Archers…?! No! They couldn't have been targeting Florina…?!"

"It's alright, Lady Lyndis. We can't say that is necessarily the case."

"What do you mean?!" Lyn calmed her panicking heart, and looked at Kent.

"If their archers moved to the front and they are now retreating, then two options are conceivable. One reason could be that they fulfilled their goal… Or the other could be that they are now in a situation where their archers have no other option than to retreat."

"They had to retreat?"

"Because of a situation like an enemy attacking?"

At Sain's guess, Lyn realized what Kent was leading up to. "So that means Eliwood and his allies have arrived?!"

"Yes. That is one possibility."

What Kent was saying was nothing more than a guess. The latter possibility was mostly wishful thinking. But Lyn didn't want to think that Florina might have been shot out of the sky. 

Lyn announced her decision, made to obtain a grasp of this unclear situation. "I want to know what's going on. Let's get a little closer to the enemy!"

At Lyn’s words, all of her allies nodded in agreement, and they started to march once again.

They were careful as they progressed and pushed their way through the vegetation.

As they neared Castle Caelin, the sounds she heard became more and more distinctly those of battle.

'It really does seem like the battle has already started.' 

When they reached the edge of the forest and could see the field from where they stood, Lyn's thoughts were proven to be reality.

She saw the magnificent swordplay of the red haired lord she'd met one year ago, fighting against a Laus soldier.

"Eliwood!"

"Lyndis?! It’s so good to see you safe!" As he wiped the blood off his rapier, Eliwood turned towards Lyn, who was coming out of the forest. "Florina told us what's going on. Everything will be alright now. We're going to fight with you."

"Thank you!" Both the arrival of reinforcements and the confirmation of her friend's safety made a sense of relief wash over her from the very bottom of her heart. 

'Now we can go save Grandfather!' She looked at Castle Caelin in the distance, and renewed her resolve.

ー

Once Lyn, leading the remainder of the Caelin army, successfully combined forces with Eliwood’s unit, the outcome of the battle was decided.

Though Eliwood and his allies were also disadvantaged in sheer numbers, morale was high towards their goal to take down the Laus soldiers, who had not predicted at all that they would be assaulted by another territory of the League. The Laus soldiers also seemed to sense that what they had done was underhanded, as their performance on the battlefield was half-hearted.

And as the tide of battle became less and less in their favor, more and more soldiers started to flee, until it led to the complete downfall of the defense unit that had been deployed to surround Castle Caelin. General Bauker continued to put up the best resistance he could in front of the castle gate, but once he was defeated by Hector, the initial battle for the recapture of Castle Caelin ended with Eliwood and allies claiming victory.

"Lyndis, once we defeat the remaining soldiers inside the castle, then we will be able to recapture it."

After gathering everyone back together at the front gate, Eliwood turned back to face Lyn standing behind him.

"Thank you, Eliwood. Without your help, we never could have made it this far."

"This all happened because we cornered Marquess Laus… of course we would help."

"The situation… it's as I heard before, right? About your father. I think I would have done the same if I was in your position. What happened in Caelin isn't your fault. Don't let it get to you."

Eliwood felt his guilt ease a bit at Lyn's words.

Though he would do whatever it took to find out where his father was, the consequences of the events he had caused were harming Lyn and the people living in Caelin. He felt that he was more responsible than anyone else, and couldn't help but blame himself over and over again.

And because of that, he vowed to return peace to Caelin by his own hand, no matter what. "Thank you. But allow me to take responsibility until we recapture the castle."

"I will. Please lend us your strength."

"Eliwood! We're going inside the castle already!" Hector came to tell them that their preparations to invade were complete. 

Eliwood nodded enthusiastically and answered, "Understood."

"...Who's that?" Lyn asked, this being the first time that she had ever seen Hector. 

At her question, Eliwood realized for the first time that he had not yet introduced her to his friend. "Ah, that's right. I'll introduce you. Hector!"

"Hm?"

"This is Lyndis. She's the granddaughter of Marquess Caelin. Lyndis, this is Hector. He's the younger brother of Marquess Ostia."

At Eliwood’s introductions, the two faced each other and exchanged a brief greeting.

"Now let's go inside the castle!" At Eliwood’s order, everyone rushed towards Castle Caelin at once.

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[jackhkeynes]

Markland

Markland is a polity of Albion, situated east of Wales, north of London and Kent, and south of Northumber and Sodrick.

History

Markland originates with Saxon settlements in sub-Roman Britannia, which in the west formed (what would go on to be named) Mearce land "borderland". Compare the related demonym Mierce "people of the border", whence the Latin name Mercia and native Merchman "man from Markland".

The petty kingdom of Anglia was annexed by Markland with the Treaty of Oxford in the late eighth century, at the dawn of the Viking Age. This established the persevering border between the mouths of the Severn and the Tames, and incited renewed influx of people into the petty kingdoms on Borland.

Markland weathered the Viking Age much more successfully than neighbouring Northumber, though much of its eastern coast was settled by Danes; the city of Lincon served as the de facto border of Danish rule for several decades. In part this was the inevitable result of tensions along the Welsh border; even during peacetime Theodric the Awefast maintained substantial levy forces.

The tenth-century Elved Marriage (which took place near the modern city of Leeds) ended hostilities between Markland and Dane forces in the east for almost a century. It is said to have been solemnised over a sandstone block later inlaid into the Redstone Chair, a low-backed wooden throne on which many subsequent monarchs were crowned.

Around the turn of the second millennium, Markland was conquering territory from the northern reaches of Wales (incidentally leading to Pope Agatho's canonisation of the Welsh St David). The perennial conflicts between Markland and Wales would come to be collectively referred to as the Mallor Wars.

The First Drengot Empire of the eleventh and twelfth centuries counted Markland as a major vassal, conquered from the south following the subjugation of Kent by Normandy and Greater Devon in 1029.

The Mallor Wars were reignited after a quiescent period by the martial-minded King Andrew II, with the Sack of Rexam in 1301 during which the original St Brigid's Abbey burned to the ground.

Markland was embroiled in the Wars of Fealty in the late fifteenth and early sixteenth centuries. Tensions over the location and possession of the Redstone Chair boiled over into a conflict that would last forty-one years. Markland conceded several battles to the young Kingdom of Britain in the early years of the wars, culminating in the 1483 Battle of Rexam which expanded the borders of Wales in the north and killed the last Duke of Chestre.

In the final years of the Wars of Fealty, a code known as Thieves' Script was employed by the forces of King Andrew III, apparently adapted from similar systems used by gangs of housebreakers in Nottingham. It is remembered today as a very early precursor of codes like steeplescript or modern one-zeffre encoding.

The poor economic conditions and population displacement in Markland following the Wars of Featly led it to suffer almost twice as many deaths per capita from the Second Great Dying compared to polities like Willemy.

Long contested between Markland and Kent, the city of London found itself independent for one final, lasting time following the Democratic Wars of the mid-eighteenth century.

The spellings of various towns and cities in Markland were rationalised during the Long Peace period of the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries (for example, Conster for former Colncester /ˈkɔn.stə/).

The 2010 Œcumen Count, a regular census, recorded that Utter Safford was the secondmost populous city in Markland proper with 4.4 million inhabitants, after the capital of Tommarth.

People

Monarchs

Theodric the Awefast (fl. 800), repeller of several attempted vikings into Markish territory

Oswin the Becoming (fl. 1029), last ruler of an independent Markland before the First Drengot Empire

Andrew II (fl. 1301), who reignited the Mallor Wars with the Sack of Rexam

Andrew III (fl. 1500), ruler of Markland during the latter years of the Wars of Fealty

Authors

Ferris Bewly (fl. 1942), alchemist responsible for the quire 'Modern Developments in Benjamine Detaxion'

Laurent Burnows (fl. 2015), famous for children's series 'Back to Front' and later for the more mature series 'An Inconvenient Armageddon'

Anna and Ralph Highwater (fl. 1930), cowriters of the series of books 'Games for Sorties and Excourses'

Challow Huddresfell (fl. 1956), historian who wrote 'Daughters of the Sea: The Northwestern Isles'

Jason Ridley (fl. 1967), who with others wrote the quire 'A Handbook of Natural Theory'

Dr Harold Westcamp (fl. 1997), who wrote the series of textbooks 'Albick Medicine in the Workshop Decades'

Others

Sarzan Dawkinholm (fl. c19), long-serving and much-lambasted Outland Minister

(Approximate extent of Markland proper in 2000 N.)

[lovelybeautifulsleep]

Halloween Skull Spider Fishnets by Oswin West

[zeezzerpan]

God’s Friend

A month or so had passed since Icarus first met the man of darkness and fine cotton suits. Every day Icarus worked during the month the man would come in, chat briefly with the librarian, and then go to the hidden collection to read until close. He had long since moved past The Tome of Void, and had onto other books with secrets just as dark. He had also obtained a regular library card, and had checked out a few normal books, mostly cook books, and was a generally good patron.

On a particularly cold January day, ice and frost decorating the windows while snow fell steadily outside, Icarus sat at the front desk. This wasn’t unusual. He was repairing some of the children’s books. This wasn’t unusual. When the door opened and cold and snow took the opportunity to rush in and disrupt the warmth of the library, Icarus did not look up from his work. This also, wasn’t unusual. He listened to the door closing, and the footsteps of whoever had entered the library, which stopped at his desk.

“Welcome, what can I help you with today?”

“Well Mr. Westing, I’ve actually come for you today.” The voice that spoke was heavy and smooth, like warm molasses. Icarus didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“I’m afraid I am far less interesting than the books.” As he spoke, Icarus lifted a hand from his work, catching some black wax falling from his candles before it dripped down onto the desk. He rolled it up into a small ball, and flicked it away into the wastebin.

“I think quite the opposite Mr. Westing. In fact, I think you, with all your observing and mindfulness, might be the first person to actually know something about me. That itself, is incredibly interesting.”

“I know very little about you, Sir.”

“Mr. Westing, I’ve given you my name, you are free to use it.”

“Apologies, Oswin.”

“And right there is proof you already know far more about me than most others. You know my name, and a name is a powerful thing. I don’t just give that to anyone. Not even the other librarians, after all, the only one who has even seen me, is you.”

“I’ll consider myself honored.”

“As you should, now, I have a very important question for you Mr. Westing, how you answer will determine what happens next.”

“Then you should probably go ahead and ask it.”

A rich round laugh came from the patron. “Then I shall. Mr. Westing, no, Icarus, what do you think I am?”

When the question was asked, Icarus’ hands slowed to stopping, though, he still did not look up. “What you are?”

“Yes, what am I, Icarus? And please, do not spare any details of how you’ve come to your conclusion.”

There was a silence, and eventually, Icarus began working again.

“I’ve seen the books you read in the hidden collection, you leave them out when you’re done, though now I believe you’ve done this intentionally. In fact, with this question I’m certain everything you’ve done has been acts of breadcrumb dropping. Most of those books are about dark and wicked magics that should never be touched by a living being. That smoke around your head is darkness in its purest form, but also? Something vile. I’ve seen you without those gloves on, you’ve taken them off to read some of the books, though I can’t imagine why. Maybe you just want to really feel how fragile the pages of those books are.

Without your gloves, there is nothing but smoke and bones, bones with old forgotten words carved into them. I’ve never been close enough to read those words, but sometimes when you read aloud certain carved characters illuminate with a red light that glows bright enough for me to recognize what symbol it is. Those are dark words written into your body, what’s left of it.

Whenever you look at me, I see centuries of pain in the backs of your eyes, the red of them is something truly bloody… You are old, ancient even, and you’ve seen a great deal of anguish, you have long since cheated death, and after all this time you have grown even stronger than you were in life. An accomplishment, assuming how powerful you must have been to become what you are now. That is, a lich.”

Another silence, however, Icarus worked through this one.

“You’re keen.”

“I try.”

“How many books in that small hidden section have you read Icarus?”

“Most of them.”

“And what magic have you been looking for that you end up reading books about liches?”

“That’s for me to know.”

“Saying that Icarus, has only made me more interested in you.”

“You wouldn’t be the first.”

A bit of wax dripped from one of Icarus’ candles, and before Icarus could go to catch it, a bony hand hand swathed in darkness came into view, collecting the wax before slowly retracting. At this point, Icarus lifted his head, and looked at Oswin.

He wasn’t wearing his gloves that day, for whatever reason, and his suit jacket, normally black cotton, was a cardinal red wool. Without the gloves on, Icarus could mostly read the words carved into the bones, between shifting black smoke. The word for “DEATH,” came up often, in many old languages that the librarian could identify. What he couldn’t recognize, Icarus imagined was more of the same. He looked up to Oswin’s face, and for once, he could see through the billowing blackness. There was a skull there, old and discolored, with those bright piercing red eyes lighting up the sockets and staring down at him. The eyes, slowly began to smile.

“I’m glad we had this conversation Mr. Westing. I have some preparations to make, but I will return for you, at closing.”

“I’m afraid I already have plans, Oswin, Sir.”

“To go home and eat dinner and read whatever old books you have at your house, maybe even watch some game show reruns on television if you’re feeling particularly adventurous, I know. I’ve been just as observant with you as you have with me, but humor me this one night, I implore you. There is something I’d like you to see.”

Icarus stared up at Oswin with a face that didn’t exist, but clearly shared discomfort. He wasn’t sure he appreciated Oswin knowing this much about him. Though, in the back of his mind, he was glad that was all Oswin had seen. The idea of being watched was an uncomfortable one, even if he had been doing the same to the patron whenever he entered the library. He felt the walls close in, though nothing moved, a tight spot that started to strangle his insides with nerves.

“I’ll consider it.”

Oswin pushed himself off the desk, having been leaning forward against it, the smile in his eyes turning a bit wicked. He began to leave. “See you at close.”

[flightandhotel]

Saint Brigid

By 6OO, Ireland was able to export its version of Christianity, which had become slightly eccentric by now, from time spent growing in a hothouse far from its original home and without regular contact with the continent. A religious-minded prince from the family that came to call itself O’Donnell fled local quarrels for the Hebrides and settled on Iona. His name was Columba, Latin for “dove.” Later stories would have it that he was sent away in penance for his part in a war, to a place he could never set eyes on Ireland again, and Iona was closest. The contemporary accounts of Saint Brigid make most sense if we keep in mind that her home, Kildare, had been the center of worship of the ancient goddess Brigit long before anyone heard of Christianity. The “voyage of Saint Brendan” with his followers in a tiny boat into the north Atlantic need not have happened in just the way the medieval legend tells it, but it captures the omnidirectional zeal of an island society gone mad for monkery.

That Irish church would flourish in its often daffy way until the twentieth century, though now it is in retreat. The Irish stressed some aspects of continental Christianity—particularly a long tradition of intense, learned biblical exegesis. But the conversion of ancient Ireland’s druidic class happened too quickly and easily to be entirely transformative. Ireland remained a center of missionary activity, monastic zeal, and frequently idiosyncratic practice, intermittently subject to military invasion from the east (Britain) or northeast (Scandinavia), rarely exporting anything. On a later page we will meet a few more Irishmen wrestling with angels in the middle of the sea.

Theoderic’s family

The Irish share with the citizens of Iberia, southern Gaul, and Italy— the last of these all ruled by distant offshoots of Theoderic’s family and relations—the pleasure of being the last Christianities to thrive in the west before the rise of imperial Christianity radiating from the Frankish and Byzantine courts.6 The rulers of these ancient Christian societies generally cared about Christianity enough to practice it in some form, to support it, and even to discourage its enemies, but they had no vision of a society wholly Christian that they could insistently impose on their followers. Augustine of Hippo himself, writing The City of God in Africa in the early fifth century, provided the makings of such a vision, without being able to imagine a world in which Christianity was unopposed and sovereign, unpersecuted and persecuting. The reality was emerging before his very eyes, but it had not yet established itself. Much of the most intolerant Christian language and practice arose among people who assumed that intolerance was necessary for a battle always fought but never won.

Patrick’s story is of the mid-fifth century. The story of Augustine of Canterbury, whom we mentioned above, is of the late sixth century, when Pope Gregory in Rome sent out a mission to convert the heathen Angles to Christianity. A small band of monks made their way from Rome north, crossing Gaul and making visits to the chief churchmen along their route personal tours bulgaria.

They found it easy enough to cross to Britain and had the serene confidence to introduce their faith to the people they found there as though they had come from another world with a great gift. In fact, they had little sense of what they would encounter when they arrived. In a society already sprinkled with pockets of Christianity, they quickly found themselves involved in local politics, winning kinglets here and there for their cause, only to find that other kings and other peoples were already affiliated with their creed through their other dissonant parts.

Christians argued

The various communities of British Christians argued not about doctrine but about practice. In one year the royal household of King Oswin, or Oswy, of Northumbria found itself divided at Eastertime by a disagreement over the calendar. Finding the date of Easter is not a straightforward calculation, inasmuch as the four gospel texts in the canonical scriptures differ among themselves about the precise timing of the crucifixion and resurrection, and so it took a very long time for all communities to approach agreement on this matter. In this case, Queen Eanfleda, daughter of King Edwin of Kent in the south, had brought her own chaplain, a priest named Romanus, and he insisted that she follow the Roman calendar.

It scheduled Easter a week later than the clerics of the king’s end of the palace, who observed the date calculated by the Irish tradition of the time.7 The pre-Easter period was a time of austerity and self-control, especially the last week, and so there was some tension, not least sexual, in the household when the menfolk in the king’s retinue came to the end of their austerity and were prepared to celebrate in many ways, but the womenfolk around Eanfleda were just entering the week of their greatest renunciation. Differences of practice were visible every day, as when the island’s monks observed the ritual haircut—the tonsure—in a different style from the continent.

[peacestew]

I was tagged by @earlgrey-lateatnight 😘 to list 4 songs on heavy rotation:

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[hellzeldagirlsfanfic]

Cost of the Throne - Chapter 8

[Pervious] * [Next] * [First]

(Y/N) woke as the sun was coming over the horizon. Her fiancé was already up and was waiting for her to get up. He helped her back into the red dress again before breakfast was brought up to them.

When they had finished their meal, they returned to the carriage which was ready to take them to Quebel.

It took a little over a week for the group to returned to Quebel and its capital, Questone where the royal palace was located. A week that (Y/N) spent trapped in that tiny carriage with Vergil. It was awful. Vergil was a man of few words and was silent for the ride back to Quebel. Not that she wanted to talk to him.

It was about midday when they entered Questone and this is when Vergil finally opened his mouth.

“Welcome home, (Y/N),” He said to her.

“Quebel has never been my home,” She told him.

Vergil fave her a pointed look which she returned with a blank stare. (Y/N) could tell he was tolerating her behaviour for now but for a long how was a mystery.

A loud sound from outside of the carriage drew (Y/N) away from her fiancé’s face. She could see through the small window in the carriage’s door the people had stopped what they were doing so they welcome back their king. The people of Questone looked happy to see their king. (Y/N) remembered when Harald used to back from visiting Mallet the streets would become deserted, no one wanted t welcome him back.

The cheering continued until the carriage reached the walls of the palace.

When the carriage came to a complete stop, butterflies (Y/N)’s stomach.

Once again Vergil was the first to leave the carriage. (Y/N) took a shaky breath before she followed suit.

The half-demon waited by the side of the carriage’s door, with his hand outstretched to help her from the carriage. (Y/N) didn’t take it.

When she stepped out of the vehicle, the young woman came face to face with the grand entrance of Cedarroot Palace. She had never seen the front of the palace that she had been locked deep inside for the first ten years of her life.

The palace was as grandiose as she had imagined when she was a child.

There was stone relief on top of the hundred of windows lining the front of the palace, with each one having a different design. Over the top of the large palace door was a relief showing the first King of Quebel slaying one of Mundus’ demonic generals. It was a story that every child in Quebel knows.

Her (E/C) eyes were drawn away from the magnificent architecture to a group of men walking up to her and Vergil.

The group was mostly made up of men in their sixties. Some of their faces were familiar, their minor Lords when she was a child.

As she scanned across the group she spotted a very familiar face among them. Oswin was one of the faces in the group. He was standing at the far side of her looking gloomy.

“Welcome back, Your Majesty,” The group’s head man, Earl Templecombe she believes, said as the group bowed towards their king. “And welcome home, Lady Rozeningale,” The Earl turned to greeted her separately.

(Y/N) didn’t fave any reply, just kept her face neutral.

It was obvious by the look on Earl Templecombe’s face that he didn’t appreciate her silent response but he made no comment as he was in front of the king.

“Any news on the rebelling Dukes?” Vergil asked.

Rebelling Dukes? It must be Harald’s cousins. The males’ members of the Rose-Griffiths would never let the throne slip out of the family, even if history remembers them as villains.

“It seems like they have retreated to Hilden Mountains in the north,” The Earl explained. “We were just discussing a plan as you entered the capital,” He further explained.

“We will continue that discussion again after I introduce (Y/N) to the court and my announce,” Vergil instructed.

Said woman jumped at the presence on the small of her back, pushing her forward through the group of old men to the palace door.

(Y/N) was guided to the throne room as men continued to talk about the country’s affair.

The front of the palace looked untouched by the final battle of the war but as the group drew closer to the throne room, there were tell-tale signs of the fight. Sword slashes could be seen on the walls, holes litter the walls and paintings, burns marks and what looked like claw marks.

At the entrance of the throne room, (Y/N) noticed the elaborate craved oaks door were gone and the frame was heavily damaged. The throne room was in a terrible state, the grand tapestries and lavish curtains were gone. The tiled floor was destroyed half of the floor was already taken up. Even in this ruined room, the thrones stood there untouched by the destruction.

The hand on (Y/N)’s back left her back as  Vergil moved to take his place Quebelian throne. Automatically stepped aside along with the council, to take her place with the court like she did when she was a child.

She could feel Vergil’s eyes on her as stood with her eyes on the ground.

“(Y/N),” Oswin whispered to her. “Sit on the throne,” he told her.

Her eyes moved from the floor to the queen’s throne by side Vergil. Not wanting to cause any more trouble for Oswin, the (H/C) moved to the throne.

Sitting on the throne was strange. It was something that no one expected her to be sitting. She hoped that she would stay in Prildo Ira helping the people until her death not playing queen for people who didn’t even know that she existed.

Once she was seated a servant was called to inform the court that King had returned and was holding court, right now. Soon the room filled with nobility or what was left of them. The rumour in Prildo Ira was that most of the Quebelian aristocratic families had been killed either during the war or at the final battle inside the palace. It seemed like the rumour were only half true. It was only the families closest to the Rose-Griffiths that were missing from court.

When all of the court was presented, court began.

(Y/N) watched as Oswin stepped from the other member of the court, stopping in front of the throne. He bowed to them before speaking.

“Welcome back Your Majesty,” He greeted. “We are delighted that you have returned unharmed and successful,” Oswin said with pain as he said ‘successful’.

“Thank you, Lord Valles,” Vergil responded. “And yes I was successful in retrieving my fiancee, Lady Rozeningale from Prildo Ira,” He told the court. “Now that she here in Quebel I can now announce the date of our wedding which will be this summer,” The King announced.

‘That doesn’t leave much time,’ (Y/N) thought. Winter was just ending and Spring would be here soon. ‘I can’t rush or I’ll mess up but if I delay my escape then there would be a chance my plan could be discovered,’ She planned.

That day’s court wasn’t that long as it was only to announce officially their marriage.

Vergil stood from his throne looking over to his fiancee to follow him. Not wanting to have the eyes of the court on her so she followed Vergil’s lead and stood up. He placed his hand on her back again, guiding her out of the throne room. The council followed behind them.

The half-demon lead her and the council to a room that looked like a meeting room. A large and long table with then chairs on each side and a grandly decorated chair at the head of the table.

Of course, that grand chair was for Vergil so before he took his seat; he pulled out a chair for (Y/N) on the side furthest from the door.

(Y/N) sat in the chair with no argument as she had no energy at the moment.

Her (E/C) eyes met Oswin’s purple from the other side of the table. He gave her a strained smile as he sat opposite.

“To continue our conversation about those rebelling Dukes,” Vergil stated the purpose of the meeting.

“Of course Your Majesty,” Lord Creeveroe said. “The latest news we have received from the front lines is that Dukes of Vilotain, Celltain, Trombtain and Trumptain have retreated to Hilden Mountain in the north-west of the kingdom. It is the second mountain in Quartz-Spine Range,” He explained to Vergil. “We have ordered the force to surrounded the mountain. We’ve also sent two companies to the other end of the range to make sure that they don’t know one escape,” Lord Creeveroe finished. Oswin brought over a map to show the king the terrain around the Quartz-Spine Range.

The land around the range was flat right up to the mountains. The land was also fertile, so there was a lot of farmland surrounding the mountains.

Vergil studied the map, silently coming up with a plan to defeat the Rose-Griffiths’ Dukes.

“How much supplies do they have?” The king question.

“We are unsure but the Duke of Vilotain was apart of the war council so I’m sure they would have reasonable size. If I had to guess maybe about two to six months worth,” Oswin guessed.

Vergil hummed at the councillors response.

As the men talk (Y/N) just sat there listening to them, there was nothing for her to say. She knew nothing about war, it was a topic strictly for men. Even in Prildo Ira where women had more freedom, they couldn’t be on any council of war but even limited knowledge of war she knew what Vergil was planning.

“Do you have a plan, My Majesty?” Count Finlaggan asked.

Vergil sat up straight in his seat.

“The Dukes have an advantage at the moment,” He stated. “If they do have six months worth of supplies then those greedy Dukes will hoard all that food for themselves. Their men will either rebel against them or abandon them,” He explained.

The members of the council looked at each other, some understanding what their king wanted to do others didn’t.

“Sorry Your Highness, are you planning to siege the dukes?” A Lord asked.

“Of course, fool,” Vergil said.

“What!?” Earl Templecombe exclaimed. “We can’t do that, Your Highness! Most of the young men under the Dukes are either forced or mislead!” The Earl stated.

(Y/N) couldn’t hold back her snort of laughter as she heard Earl blatant lie.

“I find it hard to believe you are worried for the men servicing under the dukes as I remember you been quite a supporter for the Siege of Littheslingworth,” (Y/N) recalled. She paused to give the Earl a moment to realise what she had said. She watched as the old man scrunched up his eyebrow and went to speak but she opened her mouth before he could. “Or does your sudden pacifism have something to do with your favourite bed warmer, the Duchess of Violtain?” (Y/N) suggested.

It was certainly entertaining to watching the face of Earl Templecombe’s face drained of colour. He stuttered as he tried to come up with a reason.

“Y-You,” The nobleman stuttered.

“‘Blasted bastard of the house of Lovelace’, “The blighted daughter of deranged tyrant Harald-Mallory’, ‘The blemish on the noble lineage of the Rose-Griffith’,” (Y/N) listed. “Was it one of those or were going to use your favourite one ‘The Whore’s-”

“Enough!” Vergil shouted.

His voice stopped the pettiness between his fiancee and the Earl of Andden.

“This is not the time for the two of you to be squabbling about your past wrongs,” Vergil told them. “Earl Templecombe, do keep in mind the only reason you’re are here in this high ranking position is because you abandon your loyal to Rose-Griffiths,” He reminded the nobleman, his ice-blue eyes glowing with a dangerous-looking them.

(Y/N) moved her gaze to Oswin’s mortified face. She felt bad for the older man so gave him a soft smile.

The meeting continued with no more interruption but there was a heavy atmosphere.

“Hiding me away from everyone,” (Y/N) sarcastically said.

“Well considering how you acted during the council meeting,” Vergil replied.

“I’m so sorry,” She sarcastically apologised. “I couldn’t stop myself laughing at Archibald’s hypocrisy. You should be more careful when choosing your advisors,” She told as she took her seat at the dining table.

“Well, they will not be advisors soon,” Vergil reminder his fiancee. “I hope you are taking notes,”

The (H/C) silently growled at the half-demon.

Dinner passed with tense air between the king and his future queen. Vergil allowed (Y/N) to be escorted to her temporary quarter.

The room that she was escorted to was the quarters that Harald given her mother.

One of the knights escorting opened the door for her and then closed it behind her.

(Y/N) scanned the rooms that she had grew up in was stripped of all of its elegant furniture and beautiful paintings were gone. The luxurious ornaments on the mantelpiece were no longer there.

The furniture that was there now basic and plain, just two small couches and a coffee table between them.

The woman moved from the drawing-room to her old bedroom.

She was surprised to see that her bedroom had been left untouched.

The soft toys that had been brought for her were, stay present o her bed. (Y/N) walked over to her bookcase to all of her books, childish tales of heroism. Her eyes glide across the books’ spines until she found the book that made her want to become a doctor in her new life. Her fingers continued to travel across the books’ spines until they came to a series of similar-looking books. A face crossed her mind causing her heart pain. (Y/N) pulled away from the bookcase.

She moved her bed and collapse on the soft mattress. She buried her face into one of the many pillows on her bed and cried herself to sleep quietly, just like when she was a child.  

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[scotianostra]

31st of August is the Feast day of St Aidan.

Not much is known about Aidan’s early life, it is thought he was bot n in Connach Ireland. 

St. Aidan began his life of service on the Isle of Iona, the monastery at Iona was established by Irish monks under St. Columba, during the so-called “dark ages.” About a century later, in St. Aidan’s time, the monastery had become a major center of Gaelic Christianity and was receiving and sending monks across Europe.

By this time, Christianity in Northern England was largely replaced by the paganism of both native Britons and the Anglo-Saxon conquerors. The Kingdom of Northumbria (northern England and south-east Scotland) had just been reconquered by King St. Oswald of Northumbria.  There was no Scotland or England as such back then, and no real borders Oswald brought the two Northumbrian kingdoms of Bernicia and Deira once again under a single ruler, and promoted the spread of Christianity,the North of  Bernica  are now part of the South of Scotland.

Oswald took back his father’s throne at the Battle of Heavenfield, where he prepared by praying before a wooden cross, legend says it was a relic of the True Cross. Next, Oswald beheld a vision of St. Columba who promised victory if his generals would be baptized. At council, all agreed to be baptized the night before and victory came to Oswald.

Oswald’s Northumbrian kingdom was small but remarkably diverse. Such was it you could hear at least four languages within the kingdom’s borders and there was a mix of church ruins and pagan sites dotting the landscape. While Christianity was initially brought to Britain by Roman saints, and strengthened by Sts. Gregory and Augustine of Canterbury, it had fallen away from the Britons with the Anglo-Saxon invasions.

When Oswald was killed in battle in 642, Aidan worked equally well with Oswin, king of Deira. Aidan preached widely throughout Northumbria, travelling on foot, so that he could readily talk to everyone he met. When Oswin gave him a horse for use in difficult terrain, Aidan  gave it to a beggar soliciting alms. Oswin was angry until, as Bede recounts, Aidan asked if the son of a mare was more precious to the king than a son of God. Oswin sought Aidan's pardon, and promised never again to question or regret any of his wealth being given away to children of God. Both Oswald and Oswin are venerated in England as saints and martyrs.

Scores of Scottish and Irish monks assisted Aidan in his missionary work, building churches and spreading Celtic Christian influence to a degree that Lindisfarne became the virtual capital of Christian England. The saint also recruited classes of Anglo-Saxon youths to be educated at Lindisfarne. Among them was Saint Eata, abbot of Melrose and later of Lindisfarne. In time, Eata's pupil, Saint Cuthbert, also became bishop of Lindisfarne.

Aidan lived a frugal life, and encouraged the laity to fast and study the scriptures. He himself fasted on Wednesdays and Fridays, and seldom ate at the royal table. When a feast was set before him he would give the food away to the hungry. The presents he received were given to the poor or used to buy the freedom of slaves, some of whom entered the priesthood. During Lent Aidan would retire to the small island of Farne for prayer and penance. While there in 651, he saw smoke rising from Bamburgh, which was then under attack by the pagan King Penda of Mercia. He prayed for the wind to change, and many of the besiegers were destroyed by fire.

When Oswin was killed in 651 by his treacherous cousin Oswy, king of Bernicia, Aidan was grief-stricken. The saint outlived Oswin by a mere twelve days, dying in a shelter he had erected against the wall of his church in Bamburgh.

The first pic shows  tomb of St Aidan, St Aidan's Church, Bamburgh, the second is  a stained glass window depicting Aidan at the Monastic Chapel, Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, New York.

[sarah-snook]

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Dreaming

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by Quinn_Eden

Hey, Oneshots will be made here in the next few days/weeks/months. No relationships have been entered yet, but that will change. Reader/character one-shots will be created here. You write me your wishes in the comments, which character it may be, maybe some other points on which I should orientate myself. BUT we will proceed alphabetically, I write more than 26 one-shots, but when we are at B, no more characters with A can be chosen. (Depends on the first name) Even if we are still at A, for example, there was a one-shot with Adam, Aaron (since D comes after A) can no longer be chosen. (I hope that sounds reasonably logical) I have already selected some fandoms above, but you are still welcome to try to bring in other fandoms (although it's a matter of luck whether I know my way around xD) The chapters are named after the people the reader will meet. I will mainly portray the reader as a female person (please note if you wish otherwise.) Have fun while reading.

Words: 193, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Criminal Minds (US TV), The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms, Gilmore Girls, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Friends (TV), Grey's Anatomy, Sherlock (TV), Doctor Who (2005), Lost, The Umbrella Academy (TV), Scorpion (TV 2014), Heroes Reborn (TV), Glee, iZombie (TV), Miraculous Ladybug, Forever (TV 2014), Dead Like Me, Disney - All Media Types, Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Reade, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Theodore Nott, Susan Bones, Lily Moon, Penelope Garcia, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Barry Allen, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Ralph Dibny, Iris West, Elena Gilbert, Jeremy Gilbert, Tyler Lockwood, Caroline Forbes, Bonnie Bennett, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Matt Donovan, Klaus Mikaelson, Malachai "Kai" Parker, Luke Parker (Vampire Diaries), Liv Parker, Oliver Wood, Rory Gilmore, Lorelai Gilmore, Richard Gilmore, Emily Prentiss, Emily Gilmore, Jess Mariano, Dean Thomas, Dean Forester, Logan Huntzberger, Luke Danes, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Stephen Strange, Bruce Banner, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Rachel Green, Monica Geller, Ross Geller, Joey Tribbiani, Phoebe Buffay, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Neville Longbottom, Chandler Bing, Alex Karev, Meredith Grey, Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy), Derek Shepherd, Izzie Stevens, Cristina Yang, George O'Malley, Jackson Avery, April Kepner, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Jim Moriarty, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Twelfth Doctor, Ninth Doctor, The Master (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler, Amy Pond (Doctor Who), Rory Williams, Donna Noble, Clara Oswin Oswald, Charlie Pace, Kate Austen, Jack Shephard, Boone Carlyle, James "Sawyer" Ford, Hugo Reyes, Blaine Anderson, Ravi Chakrabarti, Liv Moore, Major Lilywhite, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural)

Additional Tags: Falling In Love, Friendship/Love, Love/Hate

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