#scathanna

[thewolfisawake]

Mag na Scathanna is both a settlement and a congregation of a certain type of fae. These are the ban-sith, or 'banshee,' who are associated with death, water and fate. There are several kinds that reside but they are generally called 'ban-sith.' Fitting with the descriptions of them, most are old women although this is not iron-clad.

While it is considered in the Unseelie, it is also an entrance or beginning to the Otherworld. And this place was a gift to the residents from those of the Otherworld namely the 'gods' or something of a similar vein. Because many beings from there understand or are not bothered by the clairvoyant nature of the ban-sith. However because they are belonging to this realm they cannot really inhabit the Otherworld (at least that is what is told) so they have this place very close to it to stay.

And it was a sole condition that had to be filled and it was for them to use their gifts for others. The visions that they see are usually surrounded by death (and by extension destruction) so they were grim seers of fortune. While it wasn't pleasant, it was necessary. That is what the Unseelie saw them for while the Otherworld maintained the land with the abundance for their service.

However over time...the land seemed to become more desolate despite the faithfulness to their duty. But many were old...they were past being worried even if they did complain about the symptoms rather than cause of their woes.

Faolan, Balmoral's mother, saw the silence of the Otherworld as them needing to save themselves. Letting themselves be overlooked would not help their condition. If the Otherworld was going to abandon them, what other choice was there than getting help from the place that was supposedly their realm?

Of course this led to the destruction of the settlement altogether. Which is still viewed as an omen. One of ill or not is debatable. Of course, Balmoral knows of it a bit more personally than most fae would speak of it. However he does feel a bit divorced from it seeing as so much of it was lost and that his only source...he cannot ask questions about.

Now he may have some bias because of his mother's bitterness and ire of the fate of Mag na Scathanna, Balmoral does hold a bit of anger about it all. After all, those that should be able to are all dead and he's one of the few that still have the blood of those slaughtered. And for what? Deities that long gave up caring about it? For selfish fae that didn't know how to handle being told of death and destruction?

The fae part, he's made peace with since he's ripped the Unseelie apart in some ways and pruned out what he would have deemed the 'taint' of the land. The deities though...Balmoral feels people that do what they want (although like Seelie, Unseelie more believe in land than deities). But for those that were supposed to honor a deal...

'I have no use for gods that are as fickle as my subjects.' He does not really care for the Celtic in particular because of their reneging. But Balmoral does again admit he has a bias as a child from the peoples wiped out and that if he weren't, he probably would not care. However that disdain does not hold over to the rest of divinity nor any other pantheons. To him, they're going to be whatever they want and so long as they're not infringing on his kingdom, they can do what they want. Because, ultimately, it is the land and his subjects that are are Balmoral's care as both a fae and a ruler.

[sandcrowned]

' You're as bushy eyed and energetic as ever. ' -Nitocris

“How can I not? When all the radiance of the Almighty Horus and Ra courses through me? You’d do well to go forth and make merry as well, Pharaoh Nitocris. Though duties do not leave our trails, we are welcome to indulge in the finery of this world. For you, too, are Cattle of Ra. As such, the right to bask is yours to claim.”

[dunscaiith-blog]

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ᚠᛟᚺᚾᛚ ᛫     “It’s almost endearing when they get along...,”  she mused to her counterpart. “... And I saw what you did with that grape.”

[burdensword]

          【♛】—— ❝  OH HAVE I AWAKENED YOU IN A WRONG TIME? Why for someone who idly spends time alone, I can imagine you crave attention. Are we not ‘ friends ’ who could get along well? Or you prefer our Master to grovel before your knees instead? My, what a frightful woman you are AVENGER!  ❞

@scathanna 

[erobret]

@scathanna​

          bare feet fell upon a puddle , splashing muddy water around the soaked earth of the forest . she’d been on her way to see him again , just another day’s travel and she’d be back at that tree to sing to him . however , her plans were soiled that the earth beneath her feet . ambushed by demons wishing to feast ‘pon her holy blood , enriched with great power as all great gods possessed . away from the forest she fled , cloak billowing behind her and catching upon branches every so often .

the storm was harsh , rain like needles in her eyes which made it hard to see in the dark even for her with such keen vision . keen enough to see that they’d pinned her . the side of a mountain , a steep cliff going straight up blocked her path . fangs bared in frustration as ears shot up from under her hood . they were upon her .

[originlist]

scathanna replied to your post:"So I hear Scáthach had runes to deal with the...

Scathach is laughing in the background

“Hey, Master, this pipsqueak has some questions for you.” Toss him right under the bus, thanks.

[empathcrowned-a-blog]

 ❛  I’m  glad  that’s  settled.  ❜  benefiting  them  both  in  the  end;  it’d  kept  them  from  becoming  enemies  at  least  and  he  strives  to  honor  his  bargains.  to  keep  his  word  when  it’s  given.  losing  himself  in  her  holiness,  the  might  of  a  king  cloaked  in  monster’s  scales.  knowing  her  maw  lined  itself  with  fangs,  their  pupils  drawn  into  slits.  it  adds  to  her  grace,  to  her  charisma.  rivaling  his  own,  unquestionably.  his  gaze  strayed  from  them  to  the  banquet  being  thrown  in  the  streets,  a  celebration  of  peace,  decorated  to  their  respective  taste.  ❛  sent  only  the  finest  ahead.  figured  it’d  be  nice  to  share  a  meal,  wouldn’t  you  say?  ❜  

@scathanna

[ircnsword]

          【♞】——❝  And what ails you this time, Sir Mordred? I find your persistence to draw ever near our King quite bothersome. Do say something if you desire an audience with him.  ❞

@scathanna

[thewolfisawake]

Locations of the Unseelie

...because I'm starting to lose track of names and it is a pain.

The Citadel - The capital of the Unseelie, the epicenter of the 'cave system,' and the largest trading hub of the realm. It has the most advancement and cultural preservation of all the settlements. The ruler resides here.

Dun an Fhómhair - The Fortress of Autumn. This is the name of the castle that the ruler resides in. It is the most fortified building of the entire Unseelie. It floats in the center of the Citadel and is right above the Abyss.

The Abyss - The most common name of a huge pit in the middle of the Citadel. The history as to why the Unseelie built around the Abyss has been lost. It is immensely deep that some call it bottomless. It is considered the worst imprisonment with no chance of survival. There are magic safeguards for lower levels of the pit to help retain that reputation. This is Balmoral's actual birthplace.

Gile Silear - Essentially the national bank and vault of currency within the Unseelie. Founded and built up by the Ròsach family and currently headed by Daileas.

Welkin Repository - The place where the skies for the Citadel are transcribed and stored. It is the second largest place for gathering within the Citadel, second only to Dun an Fhómhair. It can be considered a large gallery as the past skies are available around the Repository for viewing.

Lùchairt Ghlòrmhor - Literally the Glittering Palace. Also called the Winter Palace. The centerpiece of the Sluagh na Marbh and where the 'true' throne of the Unseelie resides. The ruler resides here during the early winter to early spring in order to assist in collection of the dead. This is where the Unseelie have most of their party season. This does technically extend to a settlement outside of the actual castle. And in emergency theoretically can house the entirety of the Unseelie.

The Workshop - The residence and literal workshop of the Maven, a smith in almost any crafting discipline. The workshop is reclusive, being outside of the Citadel but not so far that the Maven couldn't take a jaunt over there. There is a collection of items that they have crafted over the years and do not mind being used, granted one is gracious to them. There is a teleport spell circle to the Workshop used by the generals and the king as well as their other affiliation, Aletheia.

The Wastes - A section of the Unseelie realm containing several settlements. It was named such because of a combination of hostile environments and the neglect and poverty that had been allowed to run rampant within it. This includes areas like Glasranvar and Mag na Scathanna.

Glasranvar - A formerly poor settlement within the Wastes. At current, it is more akin to a small Macau or Vegas. This is because it is the location of the start and end of the Corpsevain Run, a race that is known for its unpredictability and betting pools on them are large. It is one of the places in Unseelie where 'outlanders' are allowed to 'own' parts of the area. It is heavily saturated with mana due to the manipulation of the land to create new tracks.

Mag na Scathanna - Literally the Plain of Shadows. This is considered one of the furthest corners of the Unseelie and the poorest. It is believed to be linked to part of an Otherworld and where many seer fae had ended up. Despite the poverty, it did possess a great deal of oral history. It is now considered a 'ghost town' due to the massacre of the fae residing there for false allegations of treason. This is Faolan's birthplace and due to the location of Mag na Scathanna is where she gained the name 'The Wolf of the Wastes.'

Coille de Fir-fhuadain - The Forest of Wanderers/Exiles. A 'corridor' within the Unseelie that has trees that cycle through the seasons within a day. During the 'nightfall' of the area, the forest becomes dangerous to explore without warding or remaining within the villages as the forest eats one's memories, causing them to become 'lost.'

Tír Leochaileach - Literally the Fragile Land. A region that is looks like under the sea and caverns that were carved out of glass. A waterfall and rivers of molten silica also run through here. It is tied with a legend of fae lovers that may have met their end in the region.

Muir Uaigh - Literally the Sepulchre Sea. Also called the Buried Sea. The waters flow underneath all of Unseelie, except seemingly the Abyss. The Buried Sea usually refers to the beaches of Unseelie that has been made safe for fae. Sepulchre Sea refers to the rest of the waters that are infested with mermaids that may or may not be the souls of drowned Unseelie that prey on the longing on the victims to lure them into the waters to kill them.

Crois-Rathaid Airgid - Literally the Silver Crossroads. Also called the Breadbasket of the Kingdom. The only settlement of the Unseelie located on the mortal plane. It is where a good deal of food is produced for the Unseelie. In exchange for protection and essentially good health/fortune, the residents--mainly humans--willfully provide for the fae.

[wariixa]

scathanna replied to your post: ⚔     I WANT TO WRITE ROMANCE, Y’ALL

Offers muses for Orrie

⚔     Tucks Mordred, Cu, and Scathach into my pockets for my muses and runs away.

[litreofsun]

✪ For Alter Arty? :o

Send me ✪ and my muse will tell you what they’d like to do to/with yours.

One  ✦ = They don’t want to do this at all.Five  ✦ = They would die to be doing this!(Zero  ✦  = “Wat?!”)My muse would like too…✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  dance with your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  sing for your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  ask your muse out on a date.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  take a bath with your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  hold your muse tight.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  lean onto your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  kiss your muse.✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  sleep with your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  marry your muse. but … ???✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  watch your muse sleep.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  cuddle your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  go to a party with your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  watch a movie with your muse✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  play video games with your muse✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  steal horses with your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  cook together with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  support your muse’s hobbies.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  get drunk with your muse.✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse cry.✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  send your muse away.✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  make your muse trip.✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  deny your muse’s existence.✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  slap your muse.✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  crush your muse’s dreams✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  set your muse’s home on fire.✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  kill your muse.

[grandseiren-blog]

@scathanna

The woman slowly lowered her novel, allowing it to rest in her lap as lilac orbs rose to meet her fellow Lancer. This wasn’t the first time they had come across one another, nor the second or the third, the library seemed to be a common spot for the both of them. Not to mention the Lancer had seemed persistent in sticking his nose in her business.  

“May I ask you something, Lancer?” She waited only a moment before continuing, “When will you give up? It’s clear I do not wish for your company, and yet I cannot seem to rid myself of it. I would have thought the book to the head upon our first meeting would have been enough to dissuade you.”

[xiplicity-a]

@scathanna | Inuyasha & Sango 

     A small handful of flowers were placed on the last grave, now nearly overgrown. She cleared the weeds that tried to overtake the markers she had placed. Life had begun to creep into the barren village, vines weaving through the tall walls that surrounded her. Sango took a deep breath, releasing it slowly when she realized her heart was at peace. No longer did she look at the ruins of her village with grief; a new hope had bloomed and she prayed to her kin to watch over her as she began her new life.

     With a glance over the grounds, Sango left the village through one of the damaged walls. Just outside, the sight of silver and red brought a small smile to her lips. Kirara, lounging with him in her kitten form, purred with crimson eyes focused on her as she joined them. “The restoration is almost done,” she thought aloud. Yet, for all the hard work they put into repair, her village lacked people to thrive once more. 

     “I’ve been thinking... perhaps I should open this place to the people who need it.” To those who had lost their home and to those who had nowhere else to go. “Then teach those willing to the art of demon slaying- so our legacy will live on.” Rather than die with her and Kohaku. Her eyes flicked to the hanyou’s face, watching his reaction. 

[reginaofcamelot-archive-blog]

@igerne replied to your post: outofcrowns;      I love how there are so many...

that means we’re doing it right

     Exactly, Arthurian Legend is full of this stuff like kidnapping, Being tricked someone so they can have your kid , Imprisoning, Jealousy, and just all that good stuff.

@scathanna

There is no peace in arthurian legend.

You are correct, no peace at all especially with how that story ended. No Happily ever after here, just a Holy Grail War to try and get that happy ending. But got to look at all the assholes in your life to do it if you’re really unlucky.

...I love it so much.

[imperterritus-moved-blog]

@scathanna. | positivity !

L O G A N ! Your selection of muses really blows me away because they are all very different and I really respect your ability to shift around with these characters efficiently. You are such a sweetheart within the discord server and we have chatted so much because of it, honestly -- I am so glad to have met you okay! I absolutely love your writing, the way you balance internal thoughts + external dialogue is really good and the continuity of your character’s movements is really fluid as well. You are doing an amazing job okay ;w; I LOVE YOU!!!!!

[lovevcid]

❛ You really don’t know me at all, do you? ❜ -Diarmuid

mama mia starters || accepting@scathanna

       “What are you expecting me to say, Lancer?” An emotion she didn’t know could belong to her weighed in her voice, hesitating to answer his question. “You are a Servant…  Knowing you is not any importance of mine. Am I supposed to give that to you?” She shouldn’t have to care, shouldn’t want to care at all – There was nothing more she should offer whilst they were in a Holy Grail War. All of her effort should be wrapped in providing her mana reserves when necessary and criticism when she saw fit. Idle fingers fidgeting at the sleeves of her blouse give away her hesitation, a glimpse to how she harbored her honesty in favor of saying something else. Looking up to him, she frowned, a pause to worry at her bottom lip before looking away. 

       “Are you in a position to ask me that? You truly don't know me either…”