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calisources · 9 months ago

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 : here are a list of 55 female names, 55 male names and 55 a song of ice and fire valyrian names and last names. You can do variations to the names and eveything because, you know fantasy, but I chose those that I thought sounded good. If this list is good, I found a generator for more fantasy names centered in ASOIAF for different kingdoms and lands. you don't have to give credit but please like or reblog if you find useful.

Male Names.

Kallias, meaning beauty.

Dimitri, earth lover.

Teivel, the devil.

Kaiser, Emperor or ruler.

Harvey, Strong warrior.

Lysander, liberator.

Erel, angel and messenger.

Asael, made by god.

Laurent, the bright one.

Perseus, avenger, destroyer.

Chrysander, golden protector.

Zale, strength of the sea.

Cahir, warrior, battle man.

Magnus, great and powerful.

Nikolai, people of victory.

Kian, king.

Damien, to tame.

Micah, who resembles God.

Kaemon, joyful.

Arsenio, strong, potent.

Lucius, light or genius.

Loan, light.

Calix, very handsome.

Rowan, brilliant red.

Egan, little fire.

Adonis, lord.

Declan, full of goodness.

Arzhel, bear prince.

Thaddeus, courageous heart.

Alastor, vengeance.

Carden, wool carder.

Leone, lion.

Osian, little dear.

Ezekiel, strength of god.

Zion, highest point.

Asher, blessed.

Kratos, strength, might.

Zadkiel, righteousness of god.

Arwan, king of the other world.

Malakai, messenger.

Acheron, river of sorrow.

Elijah, the lord is my god.

Jace, lord of salvation.

Killian, little warrior.

Cyrus, the sun.

Deimos, personification of fear.

Bryson, child of a noble.

Conan, little wolf or little hound.

Maverick, independent one.

Lennone, keen.

Anteros, god of required love and defender of unrequired.

Denarius, silver coin.

Lorcan, little fierce one.

Ariston, excellent.

Vortigern, high overlord.

Female Names.

Naima, tranquil.

Freya, noble woman.

Alora, beautiful dream.

Danyi, sweet.

Juniper, evergreen.

Arcadia, adventurous.

Cora, virtuous.

Rosela, rose in italian.

Rhea, river.

Kyra, sun.

Solasta, shining, light.

Evangeline, messenger of good news.

Narcissa, flower.

Nyssa, new beginning.

Nyx, night.

Elodie, great fortune.

Gemena, intelligent.

Elis, god’s promise.

Irene, peace.

Samira, wind.

Melantha, dark flower.

Odeliah, praise god.

Aleyah, noble, elevated.

Sariah, princess of the lord.

Ilaria, happy and cheerful.

Odessa, long journey.

Jezebel, pure.

Brielle, heroine of god.

Emersyn, brave, powerful.

Marilla, shining sea.

Braelyn, meadow.

Enora, honor.

Sereia, mermaid.

Seraphina, fiery ones.

Kaena, praise.

Zenaida, of zeus, eternal life.

Isadora, gift of Isis.

Faera, bringer of gifts.

Fayra, gift of god.

Lilibet, pledge to god.

Orlaith, golden princess, sovereign.

Thalassa, sea or ocean.

Visha, deadly poison.

Sora, sky.

Leysa, defender of man.

Cassiel, angel of saturday.

Calia, beautiful person.

Aloisia, famous warrior.

Isleen, vision.

Elowen, elm tree.

Davina, beloved.

Elysia, from the blessed isles.

Gwenna, blessed ring.

Mairween, blessed rebellion.

Esmeray, dark moon.

ASOIAF Valyrian names.

Daenar Tarreos

Baesenyx Barreos

Jaererys Laeraellis

Tyraerion Laenaenor

Jacaegar Laeneneos

Gaedar Aglaeris

Raenor Gonnalys

Rhaegon Maentigar

Vimar Arnalys

Vahaegaron Nargyreon

Laegor Naeltigar

Aeron Taeltheon

Maerya Barnaris

Alyhna Caeneneos

Vysenera Naeltaris

Daessa Baelnaris

Baessa Rahmaereon

Haelera Veltheos

Saerena Arinarys

Alaenna Lenyreos

Elaessa Narnareon

Jaelanya Galgyreon

Vhaenys Dortalor

Saerera Raeldaerys

Visegon Goniar

Jaedor Gaelennis

Malaelor Maentheos

Rahaelon Baeltigar

Maerion Laergaris

Visegon Qargaeron

Vahaeron Arreos

Gaelyx Arlaeris

Garaevon Calnalys

Naelara Dalreos

Eraerla Raenlaeris

Daenenera Maenanyon

Haerys Narnalys

Hera Aergaris

Vysessa Qarareon

Elaerya Aerlaeris

Maeharys Malreos

Tahaenyx Rahiar

Aeganar Gaelralis

Balaevar Lendaerys

Daegar Valanyon

Gaegar Nohaellis

Matagor Vellaeris

Rahaemon Laendaerys

Daelon Aeraeris

Aerena Mallaeron

Daenelys Callaeris

Renaera Raelennis

Daenelys Dortheos

Raevor Daerlaeron

Bamera Caenennis

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insomniac-dot-ink · 2 years ago

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The Dragon’s Hoard

The first one appeared in the middle of a storm. Lightning broke the night sky and rain pounded the earth. The dragon, as most, was asleep deep within his lair, exhaling plumes of ashy smoke and warming gold beneath his belly. A violent sneeze woke the dragon, he reared his great head and snapping his barbed tail. A second sneeze followed.

Mallow the Destroyer stalked down his mound of gold and swept across his caverns. He gave a wordless roar and his breath steamed in the chilly night air. The cave echoed with his threat: “None who enter here may leave.”

A small bundle sat on the floor next to a number of black-steel swords. A little hand seemed to be curiously poking at one.

The dragon roared. “WHO FORFEITS THEIR LIFE TO MY CAVES?” Mallow thumped his mighty tale against the ground and the bundle jumped.

The thing turned and snot ran down its face. A child, no more than seven. And they were staring up at the dragon with a starry-eyed confusion. The little creature rubbed her sleeve across her snotty nose a few times and blinked.

Mallow blew hot air in her face and her blonde curls swept back.

A ratty scarf was tied around the girl’s neck, she was bundled up in several layers, a blue coat was far too large for her. Packaged like a stuffed ham, the girl’s arms stuck out at stark angles and she toddled more than walked in a pair of secondhand boots.

“I am Laurel,” she announced in a voice that was far too loud. She wore a pair of thick earmuffs and two sets of bandages wrapped around her head.

Mallow narrowed his eyes, he bared his terrible teeth, and thrashed his tail and the little creature wobbled and fell onto her behind. The girl’s eyes became even larger somehow, but she didn’t weep. Didn’t flee. Didn’t run.

“What are you doing? Tell me how you wish to die!” The dragon sneered, but it was no use. The child’s ears were stuffed and she could not hear him. Mallow was forced to dig out a cursed notebook and write down words in the common tongue.

Instead of answering, the child wiped at its snotty face and shrugged. She pointed at herself. “I am Laurel.”

Mallow might’ve eaten her or burned her to a crisp, but there was a note pinned to her overstuffed coat: for your hoard.

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The first one's name was Laurel. The second was Rowan. They were sisters with black hair the texture of crow’s feathers and large eyes that made the youngest look constantly in awe and the older like she was lost in a composite maze.

They both had the same note pinned to their chest. And Mallow couldn’t eat something of his hoard– it could be valuable.

“Who approved this foolishness?” The dragon Mallow perched in front of the eldest. She held her young sister in her lap and exposed one pink ear to the draft.

“My mother sent us,” Rowan said with a quick nod toward the mouth of the cave and a bit too loud. “She’s a witch.”

“Good for her.”

“She’s says you’ve met before.”

Mallow narrowed his eyes. “Oh?” He gave a terrible grin with a terrible puff of his chest. “And she sent me unskilled tiny servants in response. How lovely.” “Don’t be daft,” Rowan said frankly and bounced her baby sister up and down on her knee. “Do you have any kindling?”

“I should turn you to splinters for asking,” Mallow narrowed his cat-like eyes. He enunciated slowly, “I only collect valuable things. Things worth more than your life. Things you cannot burn.”

“Aye,” the girl replied absently.

“Perhaps you should offer me something of the like in exchange for your life.”

The younger sister tugged on her sister. “Scary.”

“Yes, yes.”

The dragon puffed up. “Your sister seems to have some sense.”

“Not you.” The sister’s eyes flicked to the dragon’s pile of whittled instruments from the Year of the Elder Crow. “We have something mum says you can’t say no to. Do you have kindling now?”

The dragon’s eyes went wide. He was a creature of want after all. “Something I can’t say no to? A Witch must like to gamble.” He repeated, smiling and leaning forward. The girl held his gaze.

“But I can’t show you ‘till tomorrow.”

The dragon circled around the children and thrashed his tails and made his threats, but Rowan was already putting her headgear back on and curling up around the other child. Mallow knew he was being played, but retribution could wait until morning.

The children were unarmed after all and he could spare some ancient tomes on taxation for their fire.

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An older child named Ralph arrived in the night. A mealy child who had pick-pocket hands and a lean-dog frame.

“No! Absolutely not,” Mallow growled. “I am not here for the village’s lost scoundrel children.”

Ralph was wearing a gauzy series of headbands and sat down next to the others, sucking in his lower lip. Mallow bared his teeth and Rowan held up something wooden and boxy in front of the dragon’s long snout.

“It’s inside.”

He delicately picked up a box with many indents and moving parts.

“A treasure from the Witch Hazel,” Rowan said loudly, one ear exposed. “If you can solve it that is.”

“There is no manmade contraption I cannot master.” The Dragon sat back on his haunches. “I'm sure your people say that's what dragon's traded our souls for."

The new boy, Ralph, folded his arms over his chest. “Lotta good souls do us.”

“Don’t say that,” Rowan hissed at him and clutched at the Witch’s holy hawthorn around her neck.

The dragon laughed. “Perhaps he can stay. Tell me, boy, how attached to your soul are you?"

Ralph crossed his arms over his chest. "Depends on what they're offering."

"Don't humor him." Rowan met the dragon's eyes and they seemed to burn. A challenge. “Our mum says you have a soul. She sent us here. And she is the cleverest and most revered lady–”

“Bragging doesn’t suit meals," he cut her off. Mallow turned the box around in his claws.

Rowan set her jaw. “We’re using the canvases as beds.”

“Don’t you dare. You’re leaving in the morning.”

The boy that was mostly ribs sniffed, “If you can solve that thing, aye?”

The ancient dragon griped, and snarled and eventually lay down to twist the small box into different shapes. Children’s play, it had to be children's play.

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The children might be trying to trick that dragon. Mallow came down from the top of his pile of gold to ask for a hint on the puzzle box the next morning.

Naturally, there were five more children in the small camp. Some of these kids wore rags tied around their heads in long strips that made them seem bulbous. Two of the kids wore almost nothing at all and walked around with fingers jammed in their ears.

They all had something different clutched in their puny hands or tied to their wastes with a note. For your treasure. For the dracon. Foyr yur horde.

The Dragon reared up. “I do not collect children.” He shook the cavern. Two of the kids stumbled forward and shoved puzzles made of hoops or stones at him. One presented a wooden jewelry box with a riddle.

Rowan batted her eyes and said very simply, “Can you not solve these? My mother, the witch,” she emphasized, “said you could.”

Mallow settled down in front of the older child, “Are these even solvable you urchin? Provide a hint to let me know they are not an impossible task.”

Rowan pointed at where to place his fingers.

The cave became far too lively and far too much singing and running filled the space. But some good came of it. After a great deal of twisting and complaining, Mallow conquered the cleverest of Witch Boxes.

He plucked a ring from inside the contraption and rotated it against the light. There seemed to be a small rainbow caught in the center of the jewel. “What is it?” “It’s a mood ring. A ring that can detect your mood.”

“Magic!” The dragon purred. He slipped it on the very end of his tail. “A gift indeed. What does it say, young witchling?”

“Purple means passion.” Rowan shrugged and went back to a kind of flower arrangement. “Or something.”

Mallow flicked his tail and grinned. Passion was indeed what he felt in the contest of wills with the box; proper magic.

An eerie-looking child, ghost-like and pathetic, stumbled toward him and held up a game of colored tiles. A player must “connect four” to best their opponent.

He settled down in front of the phantom child, Sally, to challenge her wits. “Very well, you may stay another night. My little hoard.”

The children ran in circles and seemed to acquiesce to the ideal through their cries of delight. —----

Dragons avoid spending time with their own kind, much less that of other species. Juveniles even worse. Which was why Mallow decided to turn them into an adequate army instead. Provided with creaky wooden swords and dinner-plate size shields, he rallied the children to prepare to do great battle.

“Yes! Yes, we will unleash the seven furies of hell and overtake the kings of the mountaintops and queens of the oceans. They will cower before us, lament their fates, and relinquish their gold to our cave."

Shrieking laughter and whooping answered Mallow. Laurel appeared to be making her wooden sword and wooden dagger kiss. Ralph was making one of the younger boys hit himself. Sally fell down, scraped her knees, and started crying. No matter, Mallow collected every medicinal wonder of the world.

His troops continued to train as Mallow dug through one of his herbal collections. He didn't see the figure appear.

Music began to play. A jaunty, slippery sound from a panpipe. The lullaby, sickly sweet and unnatural, filled the space and seemed to muffle the air itself like a blanket.

“Get off! Get off, you wanker!”

Mallow turned in place. Ralph and others marched across the cavern, stiff-limbed and empty-eyed toward the opening. The other children were in chaos. Sally, bleeding knees and all, bodily tackled Marco to the ground and wrenched the gauze from out of his ears. The twins Lucas and Abigail wrestled on the ground, trying yank fingers out of ears.

The dragon flared his nostrils and stepped forward.

“Stop, stop!” Tears streamed down Laurel’s face as she held her sister back. She clawed bloody ribbons down Rowan’s arms, but the elder girl wrenched the earmuffs off her head and threw her to the ground, face empty.

A pair of yellow eyes glowed in the dark. The children were walking. The music played on.

Mallow leapt toward the front of the cave and let his fangs dripped molten hot. He roared, “You think to disturb the sanctity of my treasure?!”

The Pied Piper blew a sharper note, but Mallow was beyond such tricks and tore through the night with his claws. The Trickster was faster and ducked. He smiled something sour and cruel and blew a series of musical notes. The Trickster’s yellow eyes were swallowed by the dark.

A note was left in his place that simply read, PAY UP.

The dragon’s chest heaved and his breath steamed against the air. He threw himself into the sky and flew across the mountaintops, searching and lighting up the night in flames. But Pied Piper’s were not easily caught.

Mallow returned and counted their heads. There were seventeen. Just as the number they had started with. The children looked up at him with enormous shining eyes and the younger ones threw their arms around his leg. Mallow tried to push them away and tell them of the nature of dragons: They don’t lose things.

Like many young, they didn’t seem to listen. The children slept at his feet that night.

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The Piper tried to lure the children away from the cave several more times. All it took was one note and one pair of ears, sometimes the Piper brought in outside children as well and laid traps and schemes. Sometimes he simply grabbed one child under his arm and ran.

“They must pay,” he repeated like a rabid man. “They must pay their debts.”

Dragons however, did not pay prices. And he did not tolerate being stolen from. No matter how far the bard ran, the dragon was faster. He plucked Ralph back from the man’s arms and almost lit the ocean on fire. Marco and Laurel rode on his back from the dark forest.

Rowan learned to light Witch’s Fire and The Piper gained a new scar when he tried a fourth time. And a fifth.

That was the first year where no children drowned from the Town of Hoppling. Families from Bernick and Wastings and city children from the Skid Row and the fish monger districts that couldn’t pay the Piper, all arrived at the cave of the Dragon Mallow. They only had to bring a simple game and perhaps a clever riddle to share around the fire.

The Dragon gained a new name in the years he guarded his hoard and scared away the Piper. Dragons don’t have souls. But if they did, there might be one named Mallow, Saint of Children. Saint of Safety in Fire.

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the-mystic-council · 1 year ago

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Hello! This is a group wizard posting sideblog! There will be multiple characters, so check this if you want to see any lore for a character or pronouns, etc.

Rowan (all pronouns + it/its and fae/faer)

kinda insane

no one knows how old they are, could be 23, could be 3,346

has no concept of social structures, etiquette, social cues, personal space, etc.

"The Best Councillor" (they/them)

Won't answer to any other name

Dramatic ass bitch

Gorigog, Destroyer of the Land (he/it/they)

Claims to have been a demon

Claims itself to be evil but doesn’t do anything bad like ever

Is actually pretty helpful

Refuses to admit he actually does good things

Little shit

"The Puppetmaster" (she/him)

Thinks she's a god and controls everyone/everything (even I, The Overlord™)

Very logical/analytical

Very whiny, bratty, and annoying

Acts like a small child, and might actually be one

The Overlord™ (all the pronouns. any neopronoun you can think of. Nordic runes. Alien languages. etc.)

the one making this post

or perhaps the many making this post. we shall never know

why do you need to know more. you are but a puny mortal

New characters to come!

#wizard posting #side blog #group blog #wizard posting blog

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rowanisawriter · 10 months ago

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Rowan! 1, 4, and 5 for the writer ask! ❤️

hi han thank you!!

answering these fic writer asks here!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

ok recently… i would say see through, its durgetash and heavily vibes based, for me it shows a lot of the circular type of writing that i enjoy reading, the beginning the same as the end but looking different because of added context collected as you read, and parallels in each scene relating to one overall theme, to me this story is tight and very neat, clear in vision, much more than other things i’ve written i think, and is the type of fic i want to continue writing. i’ll use see through as my fic to answer the other two questions!

4. What detail in [see through] are you really proud of?

i like what i did with the hands. in this story i focus on the dark urge’s hands as a destroyer, and gortash’s hands as an inventor and creator, and used those two ideas to push the whole story forward, from scene to scene we watch them push and pull (literally) against each other, gortash asking to be destroyed, durge’s feelings being broken down and recreated as they grow closer together, lots of repetition that i like to read, pull me off stage i love this story and will just keep talking about it lmao

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [see through]? Answer it now!

i’m afraid one day someone will ask me about gortash’s true motivations in this story and other durgetash stories i have written, because the answer is I DONT KNOW lol! he’s so weird and mysterious, to me durge is easy to write from because i gave her a mountain of religious trauma and guilt to live through, and that’s easy for me to write, but especially in this story gortash kinda got away from me, his motivations are weird. the story is called see through because durge believes that he is being too transparent with her, that she can see right through to the heart of him, but when i reread it i think that maybe he isn’t being entirely honest and want to explore that more in a later story lol

#thanks bestie!#i bet i sound real fuckin dumb not even fully understanding my own story heh #it writes itself im just standing here with my fingers on the keys tbh #anyway i love this story and feels it captures my voice very well so if anyone reading wants to know what i’m about #my writing #ask games

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x-ceirios-x · 3 months ago

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City of Lost Souls, Chapter 11: Ascribe All Sin

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Magnus said that no electricity could be used during the summoning of Azazel, so the loft apartment was lit only by candlelight. The candles burned in a circle in the center of the room, all different heights and brightness, though they shared a similar blue-white flame.

Inside the circle, a pentagram had been drawn by Magnus, using a small tree branch that had burned the pattern of overlapping triangles into the floor. In between the spaces formed by the pentagram were symbols unlike anything Simon had ever seen before: not quite letters and not quite runes, they gave off a chilly sense of menace despite the heat of the candle flames.

It was dark outside the windows now, the sort of dark that came with the early sunsets of approaching winter. Rowan, Alec, Simon, and finally, Magnus—who was chanting aloud from Forbidden Rites—each stood at one cardinal point around the circle. Magnus’s voice rose and fell, the Latin words like a prayer, but one that was inverted and sinister.

The flames rose higher and the symbols carved into the floor began to burn black. Chairman Meow, who had been watching from a corner of the room, hissed and fled into the shadows. The blue-white flames rose, and now Simon could hardly see Magnus through them. The room was getting hotter, the warlock chanting faster, his black hair curling in the humid heat, sweat gleaming on his cheekbones. “Quod tumeraris: per Jehovah, Gehennam, et consecratam aquam quam nunc spargo, signumque crucis quod nunc facio, et per vote nostra, ispe nunc surgat nobis dicatus Azazel!”

There was a burst of fire from the center of the pentagram, and a thick black wave of smoke rose, dissipating slowly through the room, making everyone but Simon cough and choke. It swirled like a whirlpool, coalescing slowly in the center of the pentagram into the figure of a man.

Simon blinked. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it wasn’t this. A tall man with auburn hair, neither young nor old—an ageless face, inhuman and cold. Broad-shouldered, dressed in a well-cut black suit and shining black shoes. Around each wrist was a dark red groove, the markers of some sort of binding, rope or metal, that had cut into the skin over many years. In his eyes were leaping red flames.

He spoke. “Who summons Azazel?” His voice was like metal grinding on metal. Next to him on the pentagram, Simon saw Rowan grit their teeth and flinched.

“I do,” Magnus firmly shut the book he was holding. “Magnus Bane.”

Azazel craned his head slowly toward Magnus.is head seemed to swivel unnaturally on his neck, like the head of a snake. “Warlock,” he said. “I know who you are.”

Magnus raised his eyebrows. “You do?”

“Summoner. Binder. Destroyer of the demon Marbas. Son of—”

“Now,” said Magnus quickly. “There’s no need to go into all that.”

“But there is.” Azazel sounded reasonable, even amused. “If it is infernal assistance you require, why not summon your father?”

Alec was looking at Magnus with his mouth open. Simon felt for him. He didn’t think any of them had ever assumed that Magnus even knew who his father was, beyond that he had been a demon who had tricked his mother into believing he was her husband. Alec clearly knew no more about it than the rest of them, which, Simon imagined, was probably something he wasn’t too happy about.

“My father and I are not on the best of terms,” said Magnus. “I would prefer not to involve him.”

Azazel raised his hands. “As you say, Master. You hold me within the seal. What do you demand?”

Magnus said nothing , but it was clear from the expression on Azazel’s face that the warlock was speaking to him silently, mind to mind. The flames leaped and danced in the demon’s eyes, like eager children listening to a story. “Clever Lilith,” the demon said at last. “To raise the boy from death, and secure his life by binding him to someone whom you cannot bear to kill. She was always better at manipulating human emotions than most of us—most. Perhaps because she was something close to human once.”

“Is there a way?” Magnus sounded impatient. “To break the bond between them?”

Azazel shook his head. “Not without killing them both.”

“Then, is there a way to harm Sebastian only, without hurting Jace?” It was Rowan, eager but a rage held in their eyes; Magnus shot them a quelling look.

“Not with any weapon I might create, or have at my disposal,” said Azazel. “I can craft only weapons whose alliance is demonic. A bolt of lightning from the hand of an angel, perhaps, might burn away what evil is in Valentine’s son and either break their time or cause it to become more benevolent in nature. If I might make a suggestion…”

“Oh,” said Magnus, narrowing his cat’s eyes, “please do.”

“I can think of a simple solution that will separate the boys, keep yours alive, and neutralize the danger of the other one. And I will ask very little of you in return.”

“You are my servant,” Magnus said. “If you wish to leave this pentagram, you will do what I ask, and not demand favors in return.”

Azazel hissed, and fireccurlked from his lips. “If I am not bound here, then I am bound there. It makes little difference to me.”

“‘For this is Hell, nor am I out of it,’” said Magnus, with the air of someone quoting an old saying.

Azazel showed a metallic smile. “You may not be proud like old Faustus, warlock, but you are impatient. I am sure my willingness to remain in this pentagram will outlast your desire to keep watch over me inside it.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Magnus said. “I’ve always been fairly bold where decorating is concerned, and having you here does add that little touch of extra something to the room.”

“Magnus,” Alec said, clearly not thrilled at the idea of an immortal demon taking up residence in his boyfriend’s loft.

“Jealous, little Shadowhunter?” Azazel grinned at Alec. “Your warlock is not my type, and besides, I would hardly want to anger his—”

“Enough,” Magnus said. “Tell us what the ‘little’ thing you want in return for your plan is.”

Azazel temples his hands—hard, workman’s hands, the color of blood, topped with black nails. “One happy memory,” he said. “From each of you. Something to amuse me while I am bound like Prometheus to his rock.”

“A memory?” Rowan demanded. “It would vanish? We couldn't remember it anymore?”

Azazel squinted at them through the flames. “What are you, little one? A Nephilim? Yes, I would take your memory and it would become mine. You would no longer know that it had happened to you. Although, please do avoid giving me memories of demons you’ve slaughtered under the light of the moon. Not the sort of thing I enjoy. No, I want these to be…personal.” He grinned, and his teeth gleamed like iron portcullis.

“I’m old,” Magnus said. “I have many memories. I would give one up, if needed. But I cannot speak for the rest of you. No one should be forced to give up something like this.” His eyes settled on Rowan, next to him.

Rowan made a strangled noise that sounded somewhere between a laugh and a muffled cry. They cursed. “This is just amazing, you know that?” they said, bitterness seeping into their tone as they looked at the demon. Simon thought they looked like they wanted to jump through the pentagram and punch him clean in the face.

“Rowan,” Alec said with his usual older-brotherly tone, temporarily pulling their attention away from the demon. He was across the pentagram from them and they had to squint through the smoke to see him. “It’s for Jace.” It was quiet for a moment, when he added, “please.”

Their jaw set. They crossed their arms over their chest, resolute in their anger. “For Jace,” they muttered, shooting a glare at Alec. “And to get Jensen home.”

Alec nodded. “You know my answer,” he said to Magnus, and then it was Simon’s turn. He thought suddenly of Jace, cutting his wrist and giving him his blood in the tiny room on Valentine’s boat. Risking his own life for Simon’s. It might have been for Clary’s sake at its heart, but it was still a debt. And he thought of Jensen, the little boy who had his heart broken by losing his parabatai, Max, and how he’d finally started to look happy when he’d met him that night, asking about how to read some manga he’d bought. He thought of how distraught Rowan was when he disappeared, and the guilt that pooled in his stomach when he realized he might have been the last person to see him that day. “I’m in.”

“Good,” Magnus said. “All of you, try to think of happy memories. They must be genuinely happy. Something that gives you pleasure in the ecollection.” He shot a sour glance at the smug demon in the pentagram.

“I’m ready,” Alec said. He stood with his eyes closed, his back straight as if braced for pain. Magnus moved towards him and laid his fingers against his forehead, murmuring softly.

Simon’s hand itched to reach for Rowan, to tell them it would be okay and reassure them that another memory missing wouldn’t be the worst thing because they would go on and make new, better ones. He offered them an encouraging smile, one that they sadly returned. Their mouth twitched into a frown, and he could hear, just barely, their breath was uneven and shaky.

Magnus turned to them next. He whispered something to them, something like an apology, and did the same as he did to Alec. He watched as their expression hardened and they wiped the tear away, like they didn't remember what they were upset about in the first place.

Simon hastily shut his eyes and tried to summon a happy memory—something to do with Clary? But so many of his memories of her were tinged now with his worry over her wellbeing. Something from when they were very young? An image swam to the forefront of his mind—a hot summer day at Coney Island, him on his father’s shoulders, Rebecca running behind them, training a handful of balloons. Looking up at the sky, trying to find the shapes in the clouds, and the sound of his mother’s laughter. No, he thought, not that. I don't want to lose that—

There was a cool touch on his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw Magnus lowering his hand. Simon blinked at him, his mind suddenly blank. “But I wasn’t thinking of anything,” he protested.

Magnus’s cat eyes were sad. “Yes, you were.”

Simon glanced around the room feeling a little dizzy. The others looked the same, as if they were awkwaening from a strange dream; he caught Rowan’s eye, the piercing, icy blue, staring through him rather than at him. He frowned. He wondered what they had thought about, what happiness they had given away. They didn’t deserve to give up any of it with how little he knew they had these days.

A low rumble from the center of the pentagram drew his gaze from Rowan. Azazel stood, as close to the edge of the pattern as he could, a slow growl of hunger coming from his throat. Magnus turned and looked at him, a look of disgust on his face. His hand was closed into a fist and something seemed to be shining between his fingers as if he held a witchlight runestone. He turned and flung it, fast and sideways, into the center of the pentagram. Simon’s vampire vision tracked it. It was a bead of light that expanded into a circle holding multiple images. Simon saw a piece of azure ocean, a glimpse of Magnus’s face, a boy with blue eyes, a city skyline with two figures standing on the roof of a building—and then Azazel opened his arms and the circle of images vanished into his body, like a stray piece of trash stacked into the fuselage of a jet plane.

Azazel gasped. His eyes, which had been darting flickers of red flame, blazed like bonfires now, and his voice crackled when he spoke. “Ahhh. Delicious.”

Magnus spoke sharply. “Now for your side of the bargain.”

The demon licked his lips. “The solution to your problems is this. You release me into the world, and I take Valentine’s son and bring him living into Hell. He will not die, and therefore your Jace will live, but he will have left this world behind, and slowly their connection will burn away. You will have your friend back.”

“And then what?” Magnus said slowly. “We release you into the world, and then you return and let yourself be bound again?”

Azazel laughed. “Of course not, foolish warlock. The price of the favor is my freedom.”

“Freedom?” Alec spoke, sounding incredulous. “A Prince of Hell, set free in the world? We already gave you our memories—”

“The memories were the price you paid to hear my plan,” said Azazel. “My freedom is what you pay to have my plan enacted. There are worse things,” he grinned, “much older, darker things than even myself.”

Magnus frowned. “That is a cheat and you know it. You ask for the impossible.”

“So do you,” said Azazel. “Of his own will or under compunction, it does not matter. You are asking me to sever a bond only Heaven can sever. But Heaven will not help you; you know that as well as I. That is why men summon demons and not angels, is it not? This is the price you pay for my intervention. If you do not want to pay it, you must learn to accept what you’ve lost.”

Magnus’s face was pale and tight. “We will converse among ourselves and discuss whether your offer is acceptable. In the meantime I banish you.” He waved his hand, and Azazel vanished, leaving behind the smell of charred wood.

The four people in the room stared at one another incredulously. “What he is asking for,” Alec said finally, “it isn’t possible.”

“Theoretically anything is possible,” said Magnus, staring ahead as if into an abyss. “But to loose a Greater Demon on the world—not just a Greater Demon, a Prince of Hell, second only to Lucifer himself—the destruction he would wreak—”

“Couldn’t Sebastian do the same?” Rowan asked. “He could, couldn’t he? He could destroy everything.”

“Like Magnus said,” Simon put in bitterly, “anything’s possible.”

“There could be almost no greater crime in the eyes of the Clave,” said Magnus. “Whoever loosed Azazel upon the world would be a wanted criminal.”

“But we could destroy Sebastian,” Rowan started, though Magnus gave them little room to argue.

“We don’t have proof Sebastian is plotting anything,” said Magnus. “For all we know, all he wants is to settle down in a nice country house in Idris.”

“With Clary and Jace? And what about Jensen?” Alec said incredulously.

Magnus shrugged. “Who knows what he wants with them. Maybe he’s just lonely.”

“Yeah, because a twelve year old is amazing company for a murderer,” Rowan said bitterly. “He’s planning something.”

They all looked at Simon. “Clary’s trying to find out what. She needs some time. And don’t say, ‘We don’t have time,’” he added, “she knows that.”

Alec raked a hand through his dark hair. “Fine, but we just wasted a whole day. A day we didn’t have. No more stupid ideas.” His voice was uncharacteristically sharp.

“Alec,” Magnus said. He put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder; Alec was standing still, staring angrily at the floor. “Are you okay?”

Alec looked at him. “Who are you again?”

Magnus gave a little gasp; he looked—for the first time Simon could remember—actually unnerved. It lasted only for a moment, but it was there. “Alexander,” he said.

“Too soon to joke about the happy memory thing, I take it,” Alec said.

“You think?” Magnus’s voice soared. Rowan winced. Before he could say anything else, the door swung open and Maia and Jordan came in. Their cheeks were red from the cold, and—Simon saw with a small start—Maia was wearing Jordan’s leather jacket.

“We just came from the station,” she said excitedly. “Luke hasn’t woken up yet, but it looks like he’s going to be all right—” She broke off, looking around at the still-glimmering pentagram, the clouds of black smoke, and the scorched patches on the floor. “Okay, what have you guys been doing?”

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scotianostra · 1 year ago

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On October 9 1921 tragedy struck when the SS Rowan sank off the Rhinns of Galloway with 34 deaths.

The steamship Rowan, on a voyage from Glasgow to Dublin sank after collisions with two ships off Corsewall Point. She collided with the American steamship West Camak, and immediately afterwards with the steamship Clan Malcolm.

The Rowan, under Captain Donald Brown, was held to blame for the first collision because of her speed in fog and failure to sound her whistle. For the second collision she was held one third responsible because of her failure to sound her whistle as a vessel stopped in water, a decision that seems harsh given the short time after the first collision, and Captain Brown’s immediate concern for preserving lives, which helped save some 70 people.

The tragedy hit the headlines in the US as among those lost on the Rowan were many members of the African American jazz band the Southern Syncopated Orchestra the "pop stars" of their day. Survivors were rescued by Clan Malcolm, West Camak, and the Royal Navy destroyer HMS Wrestler.

On 14th October the Theatre Royal in Glasgow held a “Special matinee in aid of the surviving members of the Orchestra who lost nine of their members. Despite the loss of lives, the orchestra would go on to complete its delayed dates in Ireland, but they disbanded soon afterwards.

Pics are the ship, a picture of the sinking of the SS ‘Rowan’ which appeared in the Italian newspaper ‘La Domenica del Corriere’ and the Southern Syncopated Orchestra

More on the sinking here https://www.irishtimes.com/.../wreck-of-ss-rowan-how-jazz...

#scotland #scottish #history #maritime disaster #Jazz Musicians #Irishsea

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itlivesproject · 2 years ago

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I think savior for one and destroyer for another goes back to Rowan himself saving Noah and his friends and destroying everything at the same time, causing death, possession, monster attacks and perhaps the death of their family.

It actually goes back to me because I just almost caused and prevented destruction by throwing something and catching it in the air

#mod eri #ask #innocentdreamies #ilw theories

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meeeeeeese · 1 year ago

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Welcome to my pinned post, in which I point out the things to look at on my blog

Want to read about my OCs? Click here

Want to read my dumb joke posts? Click here

Want to read my lore posts? Click here

And there are more posts that don't fall under any of these categories, good luck finding them

Brief OC introductions below

(my dumb worldbuilding sideblog)

1: Rugan Coppertail (he/him)

Pact Commander, master engineer and overall mess of a charr. An iron legion centurion by technicality, though his dragonslaying duties mean he isn't around much

2: Falx Ghostclaw (he/him)

Rugan's terrible spoiled brat of a cub, an iron legionnaire with an ego the size of the black citadel who, unfortunately can partially back up his wild claims with a talent for necromancy

3: Cara Silvertail (she/her)

A very normal charr who is definitely not an emissary of an outer god slumbering in the depths of the mists. Nominally part of the legions, though the incredibly suspicious power she wields and the nature of her origin means she kept under watch

4: Ibex Azureblaze (he/him)

A former flame legion tribune who was exiled in disgrace after a risky attempt to gain power blew up in his face. He now spends his time sulking in the wilderness being bitter.

5: Teghror (he/him)

Rugan's other cub, concieved during his stay with the olmakhan and raised without his father knowing of his existance. he's now on a journey to meet and possibly punch his sire in the face.

6: Zerek Mindrend (he/him)

An old ash legion mesmer, one of the few front line fighters of Tyria's sneakiest legion. He's a part time primus and a full time grump, but he's also very talented at chaos magic and chronomancy

7: Sarro Aquaburn (he/him)

former female and flame legion shaman, he left the gold legion due to their regressive views on gender and now travels Tyria as a free charr to perfect his elemental magics

8: Sarvius Longshade (he/him)

an ex-flame legion mercenary whose uncontrollable shadow magic bears an uncanny resemblance to the void.

9: Buffalo Mozzarella (she/her)

An incredibly angry asura hunting down her inquest parents for the crime of... giving her a really stupid name

10: Archeologist Siv (he/they)

An archeologist whose life work was to delve into the depths of Tyria, and recover relics from the destroyer-haunted ruins of the underground asuran civilisation. But after a doomed expedition left him the only survivor, he returned to the surface with a new god. He had seen the all, and personified the error in the geometry. He had found The Bent God.

11: Helga Flamewaker (she/her)

A powerful elementalist and havroun of the volcano spirit, she seeks to ensure the course of nature is not disrupted, which brings her into conflict with others who'd rather volcanos not erupt thank you very much

12: Grace Alderspin (she/her)

A former novelist turned adventurer who seeks to conquer Tyria's toughest environments

13: Captain 'powderkeg' Rowan (he/him)

A former slave who escaped his pirate masters to become a bounty hunter specialising in capturing pirates

14: 'Fern' (he/she)

Mordermoths backup body in case the Trahearne plan failed, Fern bides her time in the eternal battlegrounds, waiting for the moment he may return to Tyria and reclaim his place as elder dragon

#don't mind me just making a pinned post at last

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salty-puppy · 3 months ago

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Guess who's got a new crush.

#ghostbusters #rowan the destroyer #patty tolan

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thatmcgwords · 2 months ago

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Another key area to watch is the climate. The acronym HIPPO identifies all the critical problems responsible for climate change and global warming, which threaten some existences. It stands for:

• Habitat Loss

• Invasion by non-native species

• Pollution

• Population increase or loss

• Overhunting

The most threatening HIPPO element is habitat loss, which comes from activities like deforestation and farming, and displaces animals and insects from their natural homes. For example, the Amazon rainforest is one of the most significant forests in the world, and it influences climate through air and water circulation — such ecosystems need to be protected. And in general, our forests need worldwide protection. We should allocate more land for conservation and promote biodiversity in smaller areas.

Our agricultural system is a significant pollutant that threatens our environment.

Agriculture makes up 70% of land use in the UK, but the total GDP it generates is only 0.7%. While the sector generates such low GDP, it accounts for 11% of the country's carbon emissions.

Cattle farming is one of history’s original businesses. About 83% of the world's farmland is dedicated to cattle production, and about 60% of the world's greenhouse gas emissions come from cattle.

Another disadvantage is that cattle are one of the biggest destroyers of our ecosystems. They trample plants, displace insects, and occupy fertile farmlands.

Research shows that the world's population will increase by 30-50% in the next few decades. Food production will also rise to meet the demand of the increased population.

As the population numbers rise, so would the demand for meat. As a result, cattle, one of the most consumed types of meat, would have to increase production even more if the public's appetite for meat increases. Therefore, creating a dependable food future is necessary to meet the growing population's demand without harming our ecosystem or causing emissions.

Cattle are not the only animal of concern. Every year, we kill about 60 billion chickens, mostly raised under cruel conditions before consumption. Pigs and some other farm animals face the same fate, and the methods of killing them come with carbon dioxide emissions.

Apart from animal rearing and consumption, extensive agriculture also accounts for the emissions we create and the dangers posed on our planet. This results from too much tilling and fertilization, which affects the soil and its organisms.

How can we tackle agricultural greenhouse emissions? Here are some steps we can take:

• Recycle waste food to feed insect larvae.

• Engage in insect farming as it produces fewer emissions, and the insects can serve as food for some animals.

• Produce alternate foods that give the same nutrients as meat.

• Modernize agricultural practices so that they are environmentally friendly.

• Encourage farmers to take part in agro-ecological training.

The primary goal of AI isn't to take over the world or our jobs but to help advance lives beyond human capacity. ~ Rowan Hooper, PhD

Project Trillion focuses on addressing the following issues:

• Poverty and malnutrition in underdeveloped countries

• Diseases and infections, including the provision of resources and vaccines to combat them

• Reduction of carbon and greenhouse emissions

• Conservation of endangered animal and insect species

• Exploration of alternative habitats for humans

• Renewal and protection of ecosystems

• Universal access to affordable education

You can decide — and influence the people around you — to conduct healthy environmental practices, from planting trees to proper animal rearing, food consumption, waste disposal, and healthy energy consumption.

Try this

While you may not have billions to contribute to environmental causes, here are some things you can start doing today:

• Create awareness around you of the dangers of carbon emissions on the planet.

• Partake in the green revolution by planting a tree today to save the Earth.

• Save any endangered animal or insect species around you.

• Encourage environmental protection and participate in voluntary ecological services.

• Transition to renewable energy if possible. If you're a farmer, practice environmentally friendly agriculture. Save as many trees and microbes as possible to reduce greenhouse emissions.