#polux black

[supernova3110]

Walburga Black headcanons

She was the first person who got expelled from Hogwarts life long (because of a crime)

She had no N.E.W.T. but was a more talented witch than both of her brothers

She was the first person who had to face the Wizengamot during her school days (follow by Bellatrix and later Harry)

She hated her mother Irma Black (née Crabbe) and had absolutely no respect towards her since she found out Irma was born as a member of the Crabbe family who was never listed in the ‘Sacred Twenty-Eight’

She admired her father Pollux Black with her whole heart but he never showed interest in his oldest female child at all

Her father saw in her nothing but a burden, whom he wanted to marry off quickly

She was a cruel person and a mad woman

Her traumatic childhood experiences (like all Blacks had, even them who don’t admit it) may be a reason why she was a terrible mother but they aren’t an excuse for her behaviour because she wasn’t trying at all to be better

Do someone has any more headcanons?

[polux-aka-hyakunana]

The tragedy of having my hands full of work until at least next week and suddenly remembering how much I love and miss Lies of P while living my Geats fever because I need stalker!Riders injected on my veins to keep living

[battlecatbeta]

Fistbears

[cutekittenlady]

Tumblr Plays Pokemon White 2 - Part 8

((So i actually had to go back and fight a bunch of trainers to get money for more pokeballs to try and catch pokemon with.))

Well hanging out in the lot was a lot of fun but now I think I'll head back down into the sewers and get to the pokemon center. I need to prepare.

Yeah I think he's feeling a little... frustrated. Look its this whole revenge thing, I don't really wanna get into it.

Iris then asks what I'm going to do now, and honestly? While I'm aiming to fight in the gym I think I need to train some first. Get a gas mask, complete a bit more of the pokdedex. Yada yada.

Also I'm actually nearly out of the pokeballs. I've only got, like, four. And three of those I dont wanna use yet.

Guess that means one thing. I gotta fight some trainers for cash.

I start in the sewers. I opt to not use healing items like potions. I'd rather not spend money trying to buy more so instead my team and I are just going to have the train the difficult way by healing at the pokemon center for free. Once we have enough money and balls saved up we can try to fill out more of the pokedex.

Besides I wanna make sure I'm strong enough to beat Burgh and this as good of an excuse as any to train up.

I actually try to avoid most of the wild pokemon, saving up our energy for the trianers.

Turns out one of the trainers I beat is a doctor so i was able to get my pokemon healed up! And immediately after that I found a scientist who gave me a super potion! Dang things are looking up! I found a few items in the sewer I might be able use or sell as well.

Place still reeks though.

Getting curious I choose to check out that gaping hole in the sewers and find myself in a cave system (relic passage) rather than explore further I opt to leave it alone for now and return later.

((I actually completely forgot about Relic passage when making the poll. XD I think I'll include it amongst the potential places to catch mons after we get our eevee encounter once we get enough money for more pokeballs.))

AAAnd that rare bone I found in the sewer sold for fifty bucks

NICE

And I spend ALL my money on great balls. I decide it'll be a good idea to head to that little hidden park to start some training.

I wonder around in the grass a bit and run into an Eevee. A friggin EEVEE! A wild one! I can't believe this! Those are insanely rare in Unova!

EVERY trainer wants an eevee!

Bentley! Aries! Do NOT screw this up!

I swap Bentley out for Molly both to take down Petilil sooner, and to avoid Bentleys old habits from kicking in.

Don't look at me like that Bentley you know what you did!

After that it was a matter of being insanely cautious with the damage.

Once I got eevee down to a reasonable health level I decided that now, now was the time to use that Ultra ball I was given back in Aspertia.

Ultra ball dont fail me now!

I select.

I throw.

aaaaaand

Eevee on the team!!!

Ohhhhh he is just so CUTE!

What shall I name him? I mean he was the first pokemon in this whole thing to win, more or less, by a massive landslide. So I feel like I should incorporate that in the name.

I asked my sister what I should name this Eevee and she suggest Pollemachus in reference to him winning the poll. That sounded werid so I was considering Champ but while we were discussing it and even seeing if Pollemachus would fit into the pokemon nickname section (it did not) we wound up coming across the name Pollux. Which apparently means "very sweet" some sources claimed it also meant "crown"? I'm not sure but given this pokemon by a Poll that was absolutely no contest I think it only seems right to give him a name in reference to it.

So after a LOT of debate the little Eevees name became Polux.

And now for the moment of truth.

The nature check.

I spent so much time looking for this Eevee. I can only hope the pokmeon challenge gods look favorably upon me.

Okay

Bentley. Quiet Nature.

Aries. Hasty Nature.

Molly. Hardy Nature.

Polux.

...

DOCILE NATURE

YES.

Now of course Polux is gonna need training but I think I may be okay to challenge the bug type gym!

There will be a set of new polls soon!

[moodymisty]

I'm so glad you liked it fellow Dorn simp! Writing Warhammer fics has been super fun I hope you're able to tell I went a little crazy XD You're prompt was amazing and so tasty

I always feel bad for the Primarchs, they gotta find some of the most simplistic of things so complicated thanks to their sheer size. Particularly Vulkan and Dorn lol.

The Polux interactions purely exist because I am a massive ho for men that have like two emotions max. If he looks like his emotional state is just a light switch, I'm climbing him like a tree.

Alright I gotta represent for us in the Rogal Dorn Simp Nation, Misty! This idea fell directly on my head from my old history nerd childhood, we’ve got stories of queens holding down the fort and being badass while the king is away so why not let the lady of the House of Dorn and the Imperial Fists kick some ass??? Dorn’s off doing y’know crusade shit etc etc and gets a frantic vox hail from Inwit (or whatever fortress world she was on) that they’re under attack. Luckily he’s done with whatever his assignment was or has somebody he can trust and leave it to so he can flip Phalanx in reverse and hop back to make sure nothing goes wrong. Only to find his beloved commanding the standing force of guardsmen and marines, not just holding it down but WINNING. On the outside he’s his usual stoic self like “psh yes of course I wasn’t worried, I never worry, this is something I expect her to be able to handle. I am proud tho” but internally he’s like “oh no this is hot” XD. Indomitable warrior queen decked out in armor he probably commissioned for her (always gotta be prepared) making battle plans and laying the verbal smack down on any captains or commissars who are questioning the competency of somebody ROGAL GODDAMN DORN chose to be with. Yeah I think that’d do a whole lot for him 😂

Having soft moments of reflection on his humanity matched against his beloved’s is delicious of course but so is meeting him where HE’S at, seeing how loving him and learning about him would change somebody. And getting to commit some grand old grimdark 40k VIOLENCE is always fun lol

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: We are on the front lines for Wall Husband I will go down with this ship. Boring this bland that fuck everyone else we're right I'm stacking bricks around them

Summary: Stuck in a violent snowstorm on an Imperial Fist controlled planet being sieged, you take command for the first time while waiting for Dorn.

Relationships: Rogal Dorn/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dorn is your future husband and Alexis Polux is your battle husband it's like a work husband but much more violent, Mentions of battle and death, Typical 40kness, I think I blacked out while writing this I'm sorry

Word Count: 2566

You had known from the very beginning of your courtship that Dorn had wished for you to be a link in his chain of command.

What you hadn't expected, was for your first time in leadership to be completely alone, surrounded by no less than fifty Astartes waiting for orders, and five hundred or more Guardsmen half frozen due to the horrid weather; With a multitude of tech priests working on the various machinery and equipment.

This sun up makes it a week since the siege had began, the distant sounds of bolter fire constant. Sometimes the ground shakes from explosions, pulling dust off the cracks in the brick walls.

Walking down the east hall, you step into the large room that has been made into a sort of 'central command' to coordinate the current forces, stuffed tight with a massive holotable and various tech priests scattered around it. Some are working on fixing any malfunctioning machinery, such as the vox equipment that has had trouble maintaining a signal even on-planet through the storm.

You look around to see if anything drastic has changed in your absence. In the moment, you notice a familiar face; A commissar from the beginning of this week. He has the most command over the Guardsmen under you, having been their only superior before the invasion. Any captains or other commissars had been made to report to him, up until now. His closest in rank subordinate had been killed in an explosion on the first day, and in a morose thought, you wonder if they had been any more palatable than he is.

"Any progress hailing the Phalanx?"

He gives you a curt shake of his head, looking over the shoulder of the tech priest operating the vox equipment. Another harsh whip of wind batters against the walls, howling and shaking the glass windows. It rattles them almost just as bad as the distant explosions do.

"Nothing more than a few seconds at a time. But it should be enough of a message for them to understand the planet is under siege." The Commissar speaks short and stiff, face frozen in a neutral, stoic gaze underneath his uniform and few day old facial scruff. You cross your arms.

He's on his best behavior now, considering his disrespect shortly after you'd taken command had nearly gotten his head rent from his shoulders. He hadn't realized he was speaking to the Lady of the Imperial Fists, but the Astartes that had been in your company to deliver the news of your ascension in duty hadn't given him the leeway he might've thought he deserved. He acquiesced command of his guardsmen to you quite quickly, after that. There has been nary a squeal from him since, nor any of his fellow commissars or guard captains.

"Good. Then we will hopefully have aid soon. For now we need to push them back from the storage buildings before my men run out of bolter ammo."

Not that they can't work with just their chainswords, but long range options remain vital considering the hostile terrain you're all working with.

You hear the sound of heavy footsteps approaching.

Alexis Polux, a veritable giant of a man, is nearly unable to get through even a doorway meant for fellow Astartes; Though not of his size. His armor is packed with snow at the seams, pauldrons slick with snow melted into a sheet of ice. His thin, blonde hair is quickly becoming wet at the tips, from where snowflakes are melting in the slight heat of the room. Anywhere he walks, he leaves chunks of melting sleet right behind. It has to be almost packed a meter high at this point out there, judging where the worst of it ends on his leg armor.

"Welcome back, Captain Polux." You smile in spite of the situation. It's something that Dorn had said he found- in his own words- 'curious' about you.

He holds his helm in his hands, walking closer to you. He brushes past the Commissar with not even the slightest tilt of acknowledgement. Unsurprising. He'd been there when the man had questioned your acting in Dorn's proxy. Polux is a man of a surprisingly amount of humility and softspokenness, but he is rarely forgiving.

"The storm is getting worse."

You hear another bout of wind howl through the brick and stone, as it continues to dump more snow onto the ground. While the Astartes can traverse it without much issue, it's becoming one for the Guardsmen. They've slowed their advance significantly as the snow reaches their knees.

"Even if we do get aid, they're going to be hard pressed to get anything more than small gunship planet-side; Though it goes both ways. We're all stuck out here in this mess." You open your mouth to continue, but Polux cuts you off.

"They are not built for the cold like we are."

You look up to the massive marine who's been serving as your second in command. Perhaps it wasn't an officially given title, but he's taken it well, and you could think of no better man for it. Especially given that the other Astartes respect him- which makes your orders have less of a weight to them, given they still have a degree of unfamiliarity with you. Your hands rest on the rim of the holotable.

"Finished my sentence for me." He hums as an odd sort of apology, the humor of your response going right over his head. When you let out a soft chuff of a laugh a few guardsmen curiously look at you for a moment.

"It was a compliment, Polux." He stares, eyes flicking across your face as he loudly thinks.

He really is a Son of Dorn.

You resist the urge to smile again, and look down at the holotable. It's been quite the week, but what was once another language has now become nothing but second nature. Putting theory to practice has proved quicker and less frightening that you'd thought, a week ago.

Though you still hope Dorn returns to you soon, turning away from the holotable to receive an update from a guardsmen holding a dataslate.

If anyone had ever asked, Rogal Dorn has remained no different than the stalwart nature he's always had. Though his captains and commanders can hear tenseness in his voice. No matter how phenomally well the Primarch can mask it.

It's been there since they'd first gotten the first of multiple emergency vox hails, only a few seconds long with a barely stable connection. But the few words that had gotten through had made it obvious that the planet was being sieged.

One of their bases was being sieged, a spit in the face of the Imperial Fists.

Even worse, Dorn has no idea as to your welfare.

He'd thought you safe there, the safest you could be other than with him or on Inwit, and now you stand on a world being laid waste with no way to contact anyone off world. He wonders deep in a part of his mind if it was an error on his part.

They're less than a day out now, watching the warp tear by. Dorn stands at the ship's bridge- unmovable. He'll see the planet any moment now when they leave Warp travel, and then can he prepare for what all is ahead of him.

He has the utmost faith in his men and you. However that doesn't mean that a small, human part of him doesn't worry at the idea of you being stuck mid-siege in an unknown location.

He taught you well. He taught you well. A mantra in his head no one else can hear. It is up to yourself to survive without him.

The siege isn't visible from orbit when they arrive, given the massive storm blocking large swaths of the land in a white blanket. It will making landing difficult, but the storm is clearing- at least according to the tech priest currently in charge. Not long after orders are given to begin battering the enemy's battleships as they strike back, shields taking a sizable hit. Nothing the Eternal Crusader and it's crew cannot handle.

But it doesn't feel as if the ice storm is clearing with the way the gunships struggle to remain stable, even with the most competent of pilot. Though they still manage to land on solid footing in one piece, the wind whipping their armor like a flog. Sheets of snow blow across snow already heavily packed onto the ground, covering up the large footprints of Astartes that had been here moments before them. The stone of the steps is barely visible through it all.

Dorn strides forward, the snow sticking to his boots as he trudges through it. He can hear bolter fire in the distance, as well as what seems like the highpowered cannon of multiple Baneblades. A small team of five Astartes follow behind him, two on each side and one directly behind. They have their bolters raised, ever vigilant even well in the safely of their own area of control. Wind rips through his cropped hair and howls in his ears, and for a split second, he perhaps regrets not wearing his helm. Even for a man of Inwit, this cold stings; He can hear the ice and snow crunching in the seams of his armor.

Stepping inside the cathedral, the first thing he notes is the myriad of supplies stacked inside in the aisles, safe from the elements. Guardsmen are looking after them, divvying them out amongst themselves, or delivering them to the Astartes in need of them. Of which there are a few- Imperial Fist guards from before the siege began. Most seem in decent condition; Dorn notes a lack of injuries amongst the Guardsmen and Astartes alike, and how there seems to be an established system amongst them.

He keeps walking through the nave, passing Guardsmen and Astartes who all give him a drop of the head when he passes.

"Primarch Dorn!"

An Imperial Fist Lieutenant calls to him, helmet in his hand. He has blood on his lips from where his skin has split, the cold having whipped his skin dry. Going down the few steps of the ambulatory, he gives a curt nod.

"Lady Dorn and Captain Polux are in the east hall. Central command has been established there."

He affirms to the warrior and turns, walking through the transept and down the hall. The one who'd spoken to him seems to have other duties, and stays behind on the ambulatory.

He can hear chatter in the large, arched hall- it increases until he reaches the door it's bleeding from, and he opens it and ducks to come through. It's just too short for him, but the ceiling inside can thankfully handle someone of his height. It's a thought that is always in the back of his mind.

When Dorn enters the room, the first thing his eyes focus on is you; Leaning over a massive holotable with Captain Alexis Polux standing firmly at your side. He stands like an unmoving guardian, a hand on the pommel of his chainsword. He's the closest to you out of anyone in the room- either out of his own will, or the gargantuan Astartes has incidentally created a personal area of clearance around you both with his presence alone.

"Dorn!"

You say, an audible pep in your voice. The Primarch walks closer and examines the scene in front of him. You appear uninjured, apart from your skin being slightly pallid from the cold.

The Primarch notices how everyone operates around you with a level of assiduity and efficiency, having been giving clear cut duties. There is no arguing, no fighting, everyone both in this room and all around the cathedral operate smoothly. You have a perimeter established, and you’ve been careful to push the advance but not stretch yourself too thin.

You've done well. That much is clear. A part of him wonders if you'd be able to clean this all up on your own, had he decided to simply give you the reinforcements and leave.

Dorn watches as you momentarily turn away from him to speak to an approaching commissar, and he finds himself listening to your confident and assured tone of voice. A thought crosses his mind.

You look beautiful.

All of your inquiries, curious questions and shaking confidence in your ability to lead have all mixed together, and while you might have made different choices than him, he cannot deny your effectiveness.

Dorn decides to speak before he distracts himself within his own mind further. A hold of your hand or to take a kiss of yours are things reserved for private, not here. As much as he might wish to.

"You appear to have done well for yourselves."

You look up at him and give a wry smile, while he glances at the holotable in-between you both.

"It could be worse. I have a squad of Astartes stuck behind enemy lines, but we've pushed the enemy back from the supply warehouses."

This planet has large city buildings that the wind rips around through, unlike the shorter ones of Inwit. The Astartes are fine in their sealed suits and higher body temperature, but the Guardsmen are all struggling. You more than likely are as well, despite holding strong. He can see the chill on your skin, the cracked skin of your lips.

Dorn's reinforcements will provide valuable support to yours, and with their might together, this planet with be rid of the siege.

You turn to order that the men currently in the battlefield get notice that Primarch Dorn has arrived, and that reinforcements are coming. Besides the soon coming tactical advantage, it will provide a well needed boost to moral. With the intense weather, it has surely been lowering. Though your smile and optimistic look in your eyes prove to be a valuable motivator.

No matter how good the orders, often times the way they're said and the person giving them are what matter most.

The Primarch looks to Captain Polux, and gives him a curt nod. The Astartes politely returns a dip of his head in thanks to the silent compliment of his duty. Dorn then looks back to you.

"You and any men injured will return to the Eternal Crusader." You let out a laugh and shake your head. He can hear the rattle of the bolter on your hip.

"Well now that I've started this, I'm kind of keen on seeing it finished before I leave."

Dorn's eyebrows raise ever so slightly, amused by you. He taught you well, he repeats again. Your command over a such a less than optimal situation has proven as such.

The Lady of the Imperial Fists has proven herself not only to be smart, beautiful, and full of humility, but to be stalwart and confident as well.

"Very well."

He'll stay at your side, and judging by his solid stance, Polux will as well.

Dorn very rarely has doubts, but your confidence and ability to adapt have solidified his thoughts that he had made the right choice in you. His 'sons' taking well to your command makes it far easier.

They will have to when you officially become his wife, after all. You have already accepted the title of Lady Dorn, he has no reason to not seal your bond. There hasn't been much else in his life he has been more sure of.

Ignoring any of his more personal desires in the back of his mind, Primarch Rogal Dorn abides by your request, eyes focused more on your lips as you smile at him.

[the-raven-lady]

Honestly it wouldn’t surprise me if a fem astartes/afab half primarch would be primaris or alexis polux levels of Large. On average women store more fat in their bodies than men, or at least it’s located more in the thighs and chest areas. Which combined with the already tall and wide bodytype that all space marines have would give them the look of someone who does not skip leg and pec day, and someone who probably needs custom armour made.

At least you didn’t have a daughter with dorn. Cause that woman would have looked like two polar bears duct taped together. polux 2.0: even more intimidating this time

Women do store more fat in their bodies on average, but I don't personally think it would make much of a difference. We know canonically that space marines don't hold much fat at all on their bodies, unless you have a mutation like Haegr. That super testosterone definitely affects fat placement regardless.

Lion wouldn't even ask before having her body basically perfectly shaped to be the average Astartes to make her conform bettee; the surgery already changes your entire body anyway.

Ifk, I don't personally think Laz's sex would affect what she became more than already just being taller and more muscular bc primarch genes.

If she became a Custodian, though, there's more leeway, and that could be incredibly fun.

However, I'm hesitant to do that because that would mean all of my goddamn characters have black hair. Maybe if enough people want that, I'll give her an official design and a series.

[cheddar-baby]

Cheddar's AOTY 2023

Titles under the read more

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[iapetusneume]

I’m never going to be over that it was the Power of Love that saved the day in The Unremembered Empire. And that the start of [saving the day] was the love between Dantioch and Polux. Would have never, ever expected something like this to get greenlit by the Black Library, and yet, here we are.

[fuukonomiko]

Curze as a very grumpy cat ( with a bell! )

TRICK OR TREAT!!!

I think I will let the image speak for itself.

*insert angry cat noises here* Also a gray cat because a black cat is expected and I like defying expectations, or something like that....

I used a reference for this, I swear!!!!

Now everybody say “Nyaaaaaaan!”

WANNA SEE A CHARACTER IN A HALLOWEEN COSTUME? CLICK HERE

Others:

Anastasis M’rez as Pretty Soldier Sailor Ana

Alexis Polux as Captain America

Vince as Original Bo from She-Ra

Vince as Obi Wan Kenobi

Talos Valcoran as Saitama/One Punch Man

Malcador the Sigilite as Saruman

Fuuko as a Kitty Cat

Vin Stav as Hawkeye

Lucius the Eternal as a pirate

Yvraine as The Corpse Bride.

Deadpool as 90s Wolverine

Ysedra as Dark Magician Girl

Godzilla as Avatar Aang

Dracite Aeril as Nurse Joy from Pokemon

Roboute Guilliman as Dio Brando

Kana Morta as a Flamenco Dancer

Bouddica the Savage as Lara Croft

Artemis Prima as Mirko of BNHA

Jaghatai Khan as Khal Drogo

Roboute Guilliman in his jammies

[shootertron-stuff]

Big warning for child (sexual) abuse in Warhammer 40k

Given that in Alexis Polux's youth the Imperial Fists didn't have to follow any child abuse laws (if they even existed in the Imperium) and left boys to fend for themselves in freezing temperatures as part of the aspirant trials. And in Marneus Calgar's youth the Ultramarines thought nothing of killing hundreds, even thousands of boys in gruesome ways just to find one aspirant.

And Imperial orgs are all about following orders no matter what and child soldiers are a thing

I wouldn't be shocked at all if the Ecclesiarchy, Inquisition, Adeptas Astartes, Assassins, Sisters of Silence, and Schola Progenium etc were filled to the brim with child molesters. Abuse of power comes as no surprise.

I mean look at the Black Templars mentorship system and how they lobotomize failed Neophytes into servitors. Taking child brides or something would be...nothing. Even framed as a "great honor".

"You no longer own your body, you no longer own those rights" is an Imperial motto.

[hyakunana]

BREAKING NEWS: The most miserable man that ever stepped in DPG is winning and about to make everyone as miserable while looking good at it

[dariapalper]

No veo la forma buena de hacer esto. Es para serigrafía. . . . . . . . . #twins #geminis #digitalart #illustration #art #dark #black #white #women #girl #sky #castor #polux #ink #drama

[miraculous-dnd]

Insight

[AO3]

This D&D!AU for Miraculous Ladybug begins with a regathering of friends after time spent apart, now all back in Paris after scattering to the winds for College they are reunited by a game.

Chapter 1 - Proving Grounds

There was a chill in the air, and the trees that lined the Paris boulevards were beginning their transformations into stationary fireworks. Marinette rushed down the steps, it was finally, finally game night, and she’d left her character sheet at home. Apparently scheduling two young professionals with day jobs, two night owls with late night gigs and midnight deadlines, and Chloé, whatever it was she did, was a bit tricky; they hadn’t met for a session since their inaugural session in August, almost two months ago.  It was about time.

It had been Alya’s idea, of course. She’d been in a long running campaign with one of her cousins, and she’d recruited Nino and Marinette to give her a chance to test out her own DMing acumen. Nino had recruited Adrien, with little protest from Marinette, and Adrien had recruited Chloé, to considerably more protest, but four was a pretty ideal number, and Chloé had mellowed out a bit in College, at least enough to be tolerable. The first session had hooked all of them, but fall had come and with it the fall fashion season, which meant that Marinette and Adrien had been swamped for what felt like forever. But now, on this glorious October day, a miraculous window had opened up in everyone’s schedule, and Marinette wasn’t going to mess it up by being even a minute late.

At 5 precisely, Marinette found herself at Alya’s apartment, red faced and panting from taking the stairs three at a time, but on time. She had barely knocked when Alya practically dragged her into the apartment, sitting her down at the table, next to Adrien and across from Chloé. Marinette quickly unpacked her bag, setting up her dice (Red with Black, she did have an aesthetic to maintain.)

“Alright, now that we’re all here, let’s jump right in. When we last met, the four of you had met for the first time, each of you following dreams that had led you to a large fountain in the center of Erathia. Larya,” Alya looked at Marinette as she addressed her character. “You dreamed of your Goddess, Avandra, she told you to come to receive her blessing at the fountain. Versoft,” This was Nino. “You dreamed of Erathia Burning in your dream you were chased by a wall of flame that none of your magics could touch, these walls closed behind you leading you to this fountain, in the fountain you saw a light, a light you’ve seen once before. Polux,” Adrien. “You saw a trail of blood, which you followed to the base of this fountain, behind which you saw a colossal red dragon, bleeding from an uncountable number of wounds, lying on a pile of gold unlike any treasure horde you’ve ever seen. Chloé” Alya rolled her eyes a little bit as she turned to the last player. “You saw Lady Wivi, the usurper who ruined your house and you chased her intent on vengeance. Your chase led you to this fountain where you found Lady Wivi, dead in the water.”

“Serves her right.” Chloé said, turning up her nose just a hair.

“Anyways, when you woke up the four of you felt drawn to this fountain. You reached it at about the same time, and when you reached it you felt a strange energy, there was a flash of light and you were all standing at the entrance to a large cave. I think that’s about where we left off.”

“Sounds right to me Alya.” Nino smiled up at Alya

“So, you stand there at the entrance to the cave, the streets and towers of Erathia nowhere to be seen, what do you do?”

“How well lit is the cave?” Adrien turns to Alya, “Since, I don’t have darkvision, can I see into the cave at all?”

“The opening here is wide, and the first chamber is well lit, but you can see a number of passages branching off from it, so you might need a light if you plan on going farther in.”

Polux pulled a torch out of his pack and lights it, taking confident steps into the entry of the cave. Larya calls out after him “Wait! We should talk about this, instead of. just. running. right.” Oh never mind. Larya gives up as the other two walk past her after the Catsuit clad man.

“If we’re going to go rushing into these caves together, can I at least get your names first?”

“But of course, I am Polux Blackvein, acrobat extraordinaire, savior of the town of greenthorp, hero to the common man, you can call me single.”

Adrien made as much of a mock bow as he could while staying seated, red to the tips of his ears. Nino stepped in, much to Adrien’s relief, “I am the Great Wizard Versoft, I am a member of the Erathian academy and a senior fellow at the library of Port Vale.” Nino’s wizard voice was essentially just him putting on his best 7th grade Chloé impression, self-important and just a little bit louder than it needed to be. Chloé didn’t seem to notice.

“But of course you know me already, Lady duChamp,” Chloé said, really getting into her role, “I’m -

“The Lady Chloé Victor, rightful duchess of Brightbridge.” Larya’s eyes widened, that was a name that she recognized, House Victor had fallen out of favor rather sharply recently, something to do with Lady Wivi’s rise to power. “Ah, of course. I am the Lady Larya duChamp, servant to Avandra. I know not what brings us together here, but it would seem my lady had something to do with it.”

“Well could you tell her to knock it off? Some of us have better things to do than tramp through some musty cave.” Lady Chloé seemed hopeful that this could be done with quickly.

“This path may be one of her devising,” Larya said, “So we may as well get on with it.”

“Fine” Chloé huffed and the four of them walked down the first tunnel on the left, Chat leading the way with the torch. As they walked the passage narrowed to the point where all of them but Versoft, a halfing, had to crouch to fit. Finally, the tunnel ended into a massive cavern.

“Adrien, as you cross the threshold into the cavern, can I get a perception check?”

“Yeah, hold on” Adrien grabbed his d20, black glitter with glo-in-the-dark numbering (Aesthetic is important), “16 plus, uh, 3 is 19.”

“That’ll do. As you step into this massive space a strong gust of wind blows out your torch, you glance up and see as a wave of black light, sort of like your dice spreads across the ceiling of this room. And just like that, the light is gone. Versoft, you step into the room and a wave of iridecent blue light does the same thing. Chloé you enter the room and your light is significantly brighter, yellow, like sunlight. Bringing up the rear, Larya, you enter the room and a wave of red light almost blinds the four of you. This light isn’t harsh though, it feels... friendly, like a,-” Alya catches herself.

As she stepped into the wide cavern she could hear a voice along with the light, and, as the last of the red light fades at the far end of the cavern she could see a small hunched figure there.

“WELCOME, HEROES OF DORIAND” The voice is deep and old, and followed by a long coughing fit.

Alya doubled over the DM screen, and when she stopped coughing she took a long sip of her tea. “Ok, so that was a bit ambitious for a voice. But you hear that and then the voice comes again and says ‘Step forward chosen of the gods’ what do you do?”

“I step forward, how big did you say the cavern was?” Chloé is serious now, leaning in.

“It’s dark again, so you can’t tell, but you would guess its about 70-80 feet from end to end.”

“Ok then I cast light on my quill and hold it in front of me, and I say ‘What god are you hanging out it this musty old cave and bringing us here so unceremoniously?’ Chloé’s character voice is haughty but works, Marinette thinks.

“‘Quiet child, do something with grace for once in your life. I am no god, only a servant. Now, who will step forward?’ In the light from Chloé’s spell you can see that the hunched figure is closer than you thought, it’s just a smaller person, a gnome to be precise, and an old one at that. And you can see in front of him a low stone dias, octagonal with a raised portion in the center. Are any of you going to step forward?”

“Fine, Chloé will be quiet and just stand there, a little in front of everyone, holding the light up.”

“Good, you learn quickly. And the rest of you? Will you accept the task before you?”

“Versoft will step forward just a little and hold on to his staff.”

“Yeah, and Polux will step forward too, if the brat will,” Adrien gave Chloé a brotherly bump on the shoulder and got an indignant ‘hey’ in response.

Larya stepped forward last, much more hesitant than the others. Already in the service of one god, a god she felt she knew, she was uneager to interfere with that relationship. She sent up a prayer and felt for the path. The response was certainty. These people were her companions now. The path lay ahead.

The old voice came again, “Very well, then let the test begin.”

“And with that you see four figures appear in front of you, one directly in front of each of you. In front of you, Nino, is a tall, blond woman, elvish looking, she is gorgeous in a long, blue and purple court robe. Chloé, in front of you is a short, dark woman clad in scale mail that rings like wind chimes as she moves. Marinette, you see a man in tight fitting leather armor, bright red. In his hands is a lute that looks like it was made from an enormous insect’s shell. Adrien, in front of you is a man in a black breastplate, wielding a wicked looking spear. I would like you all to roll for initiative.”

Having been the most suspicious, Larya unholstered the whip that she carried and lashed  the red leather clad figure in front of her. The whip connected sharply and a long tear appeared in the armor, stretching from left collarbone to the right side of the waist, blood a darker red on the red of the armor.

The others were too surprised to act before the apparitions attack. The red man went first, strumming the lute and narrowing his eyes at Larya, he began to sing:

“The Miraculous you’ll never see

True heroes you’ll never be

Now FLEE”

But she was ready, she could see the weakness in the way he favored his left arm, cradling the lute awkwardly, throwing off his rhythm, allowing her to ignore the effects of his magics.

Next the blonde woman stepped back, moving her hands and a bolt of black lightning connects her to Versoft, and he dropped to one knee, dark lightning veins spreading down his arms. He looked in bad shape. Larya gasped, but things were moving too quickly, there was nothing she could do.

The spearman went next, driving towards Polux and piercing his armor in the fleshy part of his stomach, he winced in pain, but managed to summon a smile; a smile that said ‘you’re going to regret that’.

Finally the armored woman stepped up to Chloé and a spray of fire erupted from her hands, catching on Chloé’s robes and melting some of her jewelry. Chloé staggered back, barely conscious patting out the burning patches of robe and flinging half-melted jewelry away from her.

Rallying, Polux took his quarterstaff and swung hard and low, trying to sweep the feet of the spearman in front of him. The staff connects and Polux thought he could hear the snapping of a bone, but the warrior was still standing, seemingly unphased by the devastating leg sweep.

Versoft stood from his kneel, seemingly pushing back on the black lightning acting as a bridge between him and the woman, and he shouted an incantation of his own, and suddenly he had ball of white lightning, the match and mirror of the dark. He thrust it out of his hands and the bolt traveled up the black lightning, using it as a guide wire straight back to the heart of the woman. It struck her and she evaporated into an orange mist.

One down, three to go.

Finally, Chloé recovers from trying to save her smouldering clothes enough to retaliate, and she is mad. Larya felt the pressure in the room drop as Chloé stormed forward pushing her way in between armored man and woman, and then she screamed. It was a remarkable scream. The mail clad woman evaporated into the same orange mist and even that was scattered across the wall of the cavern. A trickle of blood began to splash the cavern floor from the ears of the spearman, but he held himself up, looking battered.

Larya pulled her whip back and prepared to strike again when she saw the spearman, desperate pull back his weapon and aim at Chloé’s burned chest. Damn. Well, she can’t help but help. She darted over to the young noble’s side and laid a hand on her, willing Avandra to lend her aid. She did, and Larya could see the wounds closing up, burns turning into scars turning into fresh, pink skin.

She didn’t have time to revel in her God’s power though, because her foe had begun to strum the lute again, a different tune this time:

“Congratulations Larya, you passed the test

Salutations heroes, you’re better than the rest

We’re friends now see

Please don’t kill me

I really, truly promise not to be a pest.”

Yeah, no.

Larya shrugged the magic off effortlessly, almost laughing at the desperation in the apparition’s voice.

While she was still shaking her head the spearman followed through with his thrust, aiming straight for her heart. With the power of Avandra coursing through her though how could a mere weapon hit, the spear point glanced off the side of a half melted piece of jewelry, a painful blow, but not harmful.

Polux swung his quarterstaff again, connecting solidly with the spearman’s head this time. Another cloud of orange mist, and suddenly there is only one left.

It is Versoft who seizes on the opportunity, hurling a small, living flame directly into the chest of the red bard.

“So, Nino, how do you want to do this?”

“Really? I got him with a firebolt! Hell yeah, ok, so I want to hit him in the chest and have the cloud-thing be thrown up to the ceiling of the cavern by the updraft from the fire.”

“Ok, sure- Your mote of fire hits his chest and disappears for a second into the wound that Larya made, and then he seems to internally combust, the cloud of orange smoke mingling with a black soot and quickly dispersing into the wide open space of the cavern ceiling. You all are now out of initiative, nice work. Which is, coincidentally, what you hear from the hunched figure by the pedestal, ‘nice work, heroes of Erathia, come forward to receive your prize.’

“Why should we trust you? I almost just died!” Chloé was an excellent RPer, Marinette had to admit, even though she’d originally been a bit nervous about having her in the party.

“Why should you indeed? What alternative do you propose? It is a long walk back to Erathia from here, but you could make it before winter if you are strong and fast. No, your only path forward is through the weight of responsibility and power.”

“Versoft, step forward and receive your reward.” The old-ish halfling steps forward hesitantly, favoring one leg. The gnome steps forward too, something blue glinting in the light of Chloé’s spell. The gnome attaches it to his chest and the halfling stands straighter, as though all the pain has gone out of his body, there is another flash of iridescent blue along the roof of the cavern, bright blue light overpowering Chloé’s gold in a flash.

“This brooch will, in time, give you the ability to control raw forces, fire and ice, sound and fury. You will need these if you are to save Erathia from the forces that would seek to destroy it.”

The cavern roof fades back to black and Versoft is taller, his robes have a bluer hue. The gnome looks to Chloé,

“Do you trust me now?”

“No.” But she steps forwards anyway. The Gnome takes a golden hair comb off the pedestal and hands it to Chloé, who puts it directly into her hair. The cavern flashes gold, brighter and richer than the hue of Chloé’s spell.

“This hairpin will, likewise in time, give you the ability to influence people. To make the rage or regret, to give them courage or cowardice. This too you will need to protect the things that you love.”

The cavern roof fades for the second time and Chloé is radiant, clothing and jewelry restored, a new light shining in her eyes.

“I’ll step forwards next” Adrien is on the edge of his seat, his voice quiet and solemn, fitting the nature of this odd ceremony that Alya was creating but sending a grade-school shiver up Marinette’s spine nonetheless.

Cut that out.

“The old gnome takes a ring from the raised part of the pedestal, as he slips it onto your finger the cavern flashes black, an opposite effect from the other items. He says ‘this ring will grant you the power of destruction. To destroy powers and hopes, walls and bridges. This is a power and a burden, but it is one you must carry and wield if you are to work the good that you so desire.’ with that the darkness fades and you feel different, healed.”

“I take a step back and look at Larya.”

“The gnome looks too, and he says ‘so, favored of Avandra, last again,I thought fortune favored the bold?’ will you step forward?”

“I will, and I say to him ‘fortune favors the wise and ruins the foolish, bold or no.”

“The gnome laughs a bit, ‘fair enough,’ he retrieves from the pedestal two earrings, red and black. He hand them to you and the cavern flashes with the bright red light again. ‘These grant you the power of creation. Creation of objects and plans, dynasties and hopes, this will be more of a curse than you realize before you are safe again. This power will allow you to bring to fruition the designs of the gods.’ and with that, instead of fading, the light intensifies, brighter and brighter and brighter until you are all blinded, you hear what sounds like a thousand rushing winds. The wind and light fades and you wake up around the fountain that you all dissapeared from. And I think that’s where we’re going to leave off for the night.”

A groan went up from all four of them. Nino looked at his watch,

“Wow, ok, it is getting late, I’ve got to be at work in a bit.”

Alya hit him playfully on his shoulder, “I thought I asked if you had to work tonight and you said no.”

“Technically the gig doesn’t start till one, so I have to work tomorrow morning. Didn’t lie, technically.” Nino withered a bit under Alya’s glare, but then she grinned and he relaxed.

“Whatever, before you go, you all leveled up, so you’re all level 2 now, and here,” she said, reaching behind her screen and handing them each a piece of paper, “are your miraculouses. They’re homebrewed obviously, so some of them might need some tweaking, but I’m excited to see how you use them.”

Marinette looked at her card,

“Wow, Alya, you’re really spoiling us with these items, aren’t you?”

“Oh just, wait Marinette, you’re going to need them before I’m done with you.” Alya wiggled her eyebrows mischievously, sending the familiar ‘oh shit the DM is going to kill us’ thrill down Marinette’s spine.

“Why does the promise of better magic items fill me with dread?” Marinette said, chuckling.

“Because your friend is going to kill us,” Chloé said, throwing a hand to her forehead dramatically, “you should be scared.”

“She’s not wrong,” Alya said, folding up the DM screen and putting it on the bookshelf behind her, “I have big plans for the four of you.”

[pureirishnonsense]

Alexis Polux, potentially the coolest Imperial Fist to ever grace the Black Library’s books.

[potterhearduniverse]

Druela Black (Rosier quando solteira) é uma feiticeira puro sangue que se casou com Cygnus Black, e teve três filhas Belatrix Lestrange, Andromeda Tonks e Narcisa Malfoy. Druela terá andado na escola de magia e feitiçaria de Hogwarts por volta dos anos trinta, provavelmente tendo sido sorteada para a casa Slytherin. Druela Rosier Black é uma bruxa puro sangue. Nora de Irma Crabbe Black e Polux Black. Cunhada de de Alphard Black, Walburga Black e Orion Black tia de Sirius Black III e de Regulus Black II.

[burningbones-rpg]

Irma Black busca a sus hijos, Walburga y Cygnus, y a su marido, Polux, para tramar y crear, si es posible, una dinámica familiar dramática y disfuncional (que esas son las mejores, no nos engañemos). ¡Os espero!

Vale, llegados a este punto, debemos reconocer que los Black vais a dominar el mundo.  ¡Por las barbas de Merlín! ¿Cuántos sois?

— Ferum.