#silverbeards

[hairyclubformen]

[molassee]

silverbeard battle

[sheppyscribbles]

Hauke Testifies

From tonight's session of Fabula Ultima:

"So! I think the biggest part of the mess started when we arrived in the City of Oasis. We wanted to go see the Water Crystal, but there was a big storm so we had to go through the sewers and got attacked by monsters. And then at the Crystal Chamber itself, there was this Void Cultist wearing a gold mask. And he would. Not. Shut. Up about the Void. Like, we were all fighting him and he was just going on about void void void void so I wound up shooting him in the throat to make him stop. And that's when the mask started moving on its own, and it kinda ... ate? ... him? And then it started talking again. Also I think he was trying to open a rift above the crystal and summon some kind of monster before the whole throaty shooty thing. Anyway, the mask creature went through a different portal and I recognized the landscape of Taishan because I'm from here and everything, so we went to follow, only first we had this big argument because Radikai wanted to help the Crystal recover, but O-men said that was just giving metal to the butterflies and the Crystals should be left alone and the world should lapse into a state of, uh ... decay? Is decay the right word? Decay? Decay. Yeah. Decay. But O-men's really judgy - (not an actual Judge like you, Your Imperial Majesty. *kowtow* Just really full of himself.) and pessimistic like that, and he wound up running off to go take care of a Chocobo or something. That was when we headed for Taishan to try to see the Earth Crystal, but that would involve a lot of perfectly necessary bureaucracy so instead we went to visit Radikai's friend who's growing a garden to try to help the Earth Crystal get healthier, but we got attacked by more monsters and another of those mask people things. We managed to fight them off, but Radikai got attacked by a fragment of the mask person thing and it got wedged where the sun doesn't shine, so we had to take him back to the ship to get the shadow out of where the sun doesn't shine, and meanwhile the Void Cultists decided to attack the ship directly. We had to fight through another bunch of people who almost kidnapped Cid's daughter - wait, no, he's called Silverbeard, sorry - Silverbeard's daughter, but we got around them and tried to use his Moon technology to trap the chunk of shadow. And of course it also attacked us, and then when we killed it, it tried to blow up and take out a chunk of the Imperial City, but everyone helped me stab it a bunch of times so it missed--"

[wheres-mylove]

privateer’s treasure | sturmhond!nikolai lantsov x fem!reader

Summary: The infamous privateer finds himself something extremely valuable - a soulmate. But now he must face a pirate captain who is convinced that his beloved daughter was kidnapped by Sturmhond. It's quite complicated.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my first language!

Word count: 1.8k

The tavern was lit by the dim candlelight. There was a buzz of conversation not fit for a sensitive listener. Someone smashed the bottle of rum and got a solid reprimand from the owner. A night like any other.

“Son of a bitch,” Nikolai snapped and placed a pint of beer on the table with a loud bang. “Old coot. He just had to do it.”

“And do you have to use that gutter language?” asked Tolya, giving his friend an amused look. “This is exactly what the pirate world looks like, you know it. It's not the first time someone's stolen your job.”

“It was an extremely large and an extremely profitable one,” Lantsov continued with a scowl, leaning against a wooden bench. "Anyway, what kind of nickname is that, Silverbeard? He's just pointing out that he's gray and old. Should definitely retire.’’

Tolya miraculously refrained from laughing at the sight of his face. Like a disappointed child whose toy has been taken away.

“I would rather say that he’s a key figure, but alright.” He patted Nikolai on the shoulder. “Cheer up a bit, Tamar is asking around.”

His Majesty graciously took another sip of his beer.

“I don’t think she will find something serious enough to...”

“I have dirt on our captain,” said Tamar in a singing voice, appearing as if on call. “I asked here and there. Silverbeard has a daughter.”

Lantsov almost choked on his booze. He side - eyed the Grisha. Tolya raised his eyebrows.

“Should I kidnap a child and blackmail him? What an amazing idea.”

Tamar sighed and shook her head in disapproval.

“The child is actually an adult. About your age. She’s a young, pretty lady with an attitude, so her father watches over her like a hawk.”

“Should I kidnap a woman and blackmail him then? Even better.”

“Oh, Saints,” the girl groaned, putting her elbows on the table. “I know it’s not really your way, but I’m not asking you to hurt her. Just.. pretend that you're going to. The captain will give us this job without a second thought, maybe even a ship. That girl is the key to not one, but several chests of gold.”

“I can capture a parrot. Or one of his deckhands. Did you find out which one he likes the most?”

Tolya forbade the future ruler to drink more. Tamar was still trying to reason with him. A girlish figure in a hooded cape sneaked unnoticed in front of the tavern.

The footbridge creaked under Nikolai's shoes. He gazed over the peaceful harbor for the last time. When the sun comes up, they'll be far, far away, sailing on the high seas.

He smiled, and at the same moment was almost thrown into the water by the force with which someone ran into him.

“Sorry!” cried a sweet voice, holding him by the shoulder. “It's your ship, isn't it? Are you leaving now? Will there be a place for me? I'll pay,” the girl hurriedly said, waving a purse of gold in front of his nose.

The privateer blinked a few times, not quite keeping up, which was unheard of. He placed both hands on the stranger's cloak-covered arms to fully regain his balance.

“I’m fine, thank you for your concern,” he said, trying to see his interlocutor’s face under the hood. “Are you trying to drown everyone you meet or am I special?”

The girl sighed impatiently and shoved the payment into his hand with quite comical stubbornness.

“I have no time, do you take it or not? Can I go with you?”

Lantsov sighed deeply and decided that he was in the mood to be a menace. He threw the hood off the girl's head in one swift motion. She frowned, and our boy thought he'd never seen a more beautiful person before.

“Not that heavy, that little fortune of yours,” he added, perhaps to make her furious. It seemed like she was going to curse him and his entire family, but she was in too much of a rush for that.

“I’ll scrub your deck, just take me,” she said and jumped onto the ship without waiting for an answer.

“What’s the fuss about?” asked Tamar, who came to see what was taking him so long.

“Some pretty girl came and started bossing me around,” he explained simply. “I don’t feel like a captain no more.”

“Maybe you will feel like one when you finally sail out?” yelled the stranger, to which Nikolai widened his eyes.

Tamar tried to hide a smile, but then grimaced.

“Aren’t you in some serious trouble, darling? Because these two gentlemen don’t look very friendly.”

“Shit!” the girl exclaimed, now also seeing the men running towards the harbor.

“A criminal, great,” Nikolai murmured with a sigh. “Okay, let’s go. At least my deck will be clean.”

He kept on tapping his fingers on the desk. What an annoying sound. The lovely fugitive was giving the privateer a death stare.

“Stop it.”

“This is my ship and my desk.”

“Why do you make me sit here?”

“Because I happen to be a curious person. Otherwise I wouldn't have sailed the seas,’’ Lantsov replied, giving her a crooked smile. “I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Did you drown someone?”

The girl got up from her chair, pulled down her cape, and put it on the backrest, revealing the green dress underneath. It suited her. Not that he was staring.

She began a slow march through the cabin.

“You got the gold, so I don't really owe you an explanation,” she began, then groaned, noticing the boy's finger up in the air. “And deck. Gold and deck.”

Nikolai nodded, leaned back more comfortably and put his feet up on the table.

“I didn't kill anyone, I didn't commit any crime at all. I decided that a change of surroundings would do me some good.”

“And those two cuties supported you in this decision?”

“Listen here.’’ She banged her fists on the desk, keeping his legs trapped in between her arms. He was beginning to enjoy it more and more. “You ask too many questions. Those men were harmless. It’s just... the remnants of a previous life.”

“Poetic,” the privateer remarked, tilting his head. “Okay then. I won't push. We'll start from the beginning. The name’s Sturmhond.”

Her mouth curled up in a smile. Not that he was looking at her lips.

“(Y/N),” she introduced herself and shook his hand. “And that nickname you have is a bit pretentious.”

Not that she thought about his name beforehand. And wondered why he's so captivating.

If Sturmhond noticed one thing, it was that (Y/N) had not yet taken the opportunity to leave them. And there have been several of them since she jumped on the ship. In the harbours, where he had some business to do. She could have turned on her heel and gone her own way. He wasn't going to say it out loud. But neither was he going to deny that quiet hope in his heart. That she'll stay with them forever. With him.

It turned out that life at sea was no stranger to her. She could do a lot more than scrub the deck. Water was her element, as was his. You could see it in her step, her eyes and her smile.

Like a bird set free.

Nikolai Lantsov didn't ask about her past. He didn't ask what she was running from. To be honest, he'd like to run away with her. Some things he hasn't told her yet, either. She didn't know she was sailing with the prince.

(Y/N) was like a treasure that found him on its own. Except every treasure had its price.

Sturmhond found out about that later, by facing Silverbeard's sword pointed at his chest.

“I’ve just come ashore. What is it?” he asked, raising his hands up. He looked back where Tamar and Tolya were reaching for their weapons.

“Draw your sword, bandit, we’ll do it the old way. But first you tell me where she is!” yelled the pirate, stepping forward. Tamar flexed her fingers on the axe.

“Who is where?” Nikolai looked at Silverbeard's men and had a feeling that he recognized them from somewhere.

“My daughter, you miserable rat! You kidnapped my only daughter and you're acting stupid. The sword!”

“I didn’t kidnap anyone. Especially your daughter. I mean, I was advised to do that, but...” Nikolai bit his tongue too late, and Tolya raised his eyes to the heavens.

“Saints, when you say something. Maybe we should all just calm down.”

“Oh, you were advised to do that? Who ordered this? What have you done with her?”

“I didn’t kidnap anyone! The old man is delirious,” groaned Lantsov.

“Dad?” (Y/N) jumped off the footbridge and emerged from behind Tolya's back, with shock painted on her face, staring straight at Silverbeard.

Nikolai looked at the girl, then at the captain with his mouth wide open.

“Fuck.”

Tamar started laughing nervously. (Y/N) stood between Sturmhond and her father. He slowly lowered his weapon, disbelieving his eyes.

“I kidnapped the girl that I was going to kidnap, but decided not to,” Sturmhond summed up in an emotionless voice. He felt the captain's furious gaze on him. “She kidnapped herself! She wanted to go with me!”

“That’s right, I asked him to help me,” confirmed (Y/N), then glanced apologetically at Sturmhond. “I am so sorry.”

“No, no, no problem. Your daddy loves me, he wouldn’t hurt me, now would ya?”

“I’m a little confused,” Tolya said suddenly.

“But why?” asked Silverbeard in a breaking voice. “Then why did you run away? You had everything you could ask for.”

“I lacked freedom, dad. He gave it to me.” The girl winked at Sturmhond, and he blushed like a youngster. “You couldn’t keep me in a gold cage forever. I want to sail. Without your constant protection.”

Silverbeard took a deep breath.

“There was no kidnapping. For clarity,” Nikolai said, putting his hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder. “And she is a great sailor. If you are worried about her safety, she wasn’t and certainly will not be harmed on my ship.”

The old captain nodded, and with tears in his eyes summoned his daughter to him.

“We must have a drink,” Silverbeard said over the girl’s head, holding her tight. “I think we have a few things to discuss.’’

“I agree. Can you do me a little favour and put that sword away?”

(Y/N) grabbed Sturmhond's hand as he passed by.

“Maybe with a glass of rum in hand, but he'll still try to threaten you. Don't let him, okay?”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” Sturmhond said, and taking advantage of the moment when Silverbeard turned his back on them and headed for the tavern, he quickly pecked her on the cheek.

“Pretty low for a privateer,” she observed, then kissed him, properly, on the lips.

Nikolai Lantsov smiled broadly. Slightly dumbfounded.

“Yes, your dad can definitely give me a preaching. You know what they sing about sailors and captains’ daughters.”

[elejahfanfic]

Ring of Fire

_fanfiction

_inspired by lotr and rings of power

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oc: Elara Starfire_

oc: Thorsten Oakland_

a/n: in this long snippet, we find out more about Thorsten and his role in stopping the destruction of Middle-Earth.

*

*

Cuiviénen

Elara walked down to the sea. She stood quietly gazing at the silver horizon.

The sea air brushed her face with a nostalgic and humble majesty. The memories of yesteryear danced in her heart. The happiness of returning to the the alabaster city, rebuilt from ashes, made her kin's soul sing. There was nothing but carefree summers and divine enjoyment of all the beauty that Arda unfurled upon all creatures inhabiting it.

And then in one salty moment she was back right there in the present, to the very smallest fraction in which time may be measured. The sea air has a way of doing that, of anchoring the emotions of Arda's spirit.

Flashback

A fortnight ago

"It takes someone strong to feel the sting of the dark-side and remain steadfast in a will to work only for the light - to see the dagger in hand at the exact moment you feel compelled to use it and still be loving and kind, to let the weapon clatter to the floor, soundless, unnoticed. That's what being a warrior for the light requires, an inner strength, a keen eye for noble and good opportunities to bring peace, health and love - a self-control to avoid doing service for the one who harms." Thorsten said.

"I will go carrying these words in me - we won't falter - ever." Elara took hold of the Northmen's hand as a pledge.

"We won't falter - ever." Thorsten said with a small nod.

"Lady Elara, please forgive my intrusion," Aranthir said as he approached the elfin, "but you have a visitor seeking your audience."

"Who?" Elara looked at the elf puzzled.

"Barri Underhorn" Aranthir replied.

The elfin was slightly taken aback as she had expected anyone from Red Mountain to answer her call to take part in the Great Council that was to take place in two days.

But there in the Emerald Hall, she saw Ulf Silverbeard standing next to the dwarf king. Her heart went clump as the Northman's stern and silent eyes met hers.

"I am unfortunately a bearer of bad news, Lady Elara. Jarl Oakland was taken by the Variags. We believe he is no more."

The words were like daggers running deep into her heart.

"If I may interupt," Nimë, the elf princess walked in from the side balcony,"they might keep him as hostage. They are much changed - for centuries now they do not do Sauron's bidding anymore. And if it is so, the ransom will be high."

"We can only imagine what they would ask for him." Barri now said.

"The Silmaril from Morgoth's Crown" Elara muttered.

"But they are a myth." the dwarf king said.

"They are not." Nimë looked at Elara and then at Barri. "They are hiden deep in Ered Engrin."

"The Iron Mountains" Barri uttered.

"Yes" Elara exhaled softly, hiding her pain and worry under the cloak of calmness.

"This all will be discussed further at the Council at sunset," Nimë said gesturing to the dwarf King and the Northman, "now - we offer you Quarters readied for you to rest until then."

As Barri and Ulf exited the Hall Nimë asked Elara to join her in the Library.

And there, she plucked a book out of the cabinet. "This is something you need to read."

"Parme Melmar (Book of Stars)" Elara muttered as Nimë passed it to her.

"We found this in the foundations of the Old Gate Library after the excavation. There is a section about the Ring of fire. And the magic that draws destruction upon all of Middle-Earth."

"Morgoth's son could wield such magic?" Elara asked.

"He is part Valar." Nimë said. "There's something else you should know - Thorsten is only part human. His mother is Nienna."

Elara looked at the princess astonished at the revelation. "She is a Valar."

"She must have known that Morgoth had a son."Nimë said. "The Valar's needed a courageous nemesis."

"Thorsten does not know this?"

"He does not. It has been revealed to us by the Istar., Palacendo. He is eager to speak to you." Nimë said.

Elara nodded slightly, and looked at the ring Thorsten gave her.

"You said once that his and your soul are the same. I can see that now. He means more to you than you are willing to see."

"Yes, he does. My heart would break if something happened to him."

*

Meanwhile

Ka'lth, Khand

"Nin canó - nin quetë mellynni. (I beseach you - let me see my men.)" Thorsten said in Quenya, as he knew that this was the language the Variags would understand, even though they detested it.

"Savop avalkaumn! (Stop talking!)" the man who held him captive said in Varadjian and turned to one of the wardens. "Puav naj-ri shal avhe zi houuke (Put him in the black house).

And when he was hauled down the river to imprisonment, his thoughts were with his men that would be slain. The Variags were mercenaries. Kept only those hostages that were of value. And he knew that he was spared as they found Elara's charm on his necklace.

His heart was heavy. Reeling. All now seemed to be lost. The quest futile.

"Nothing is in vain. Though it may seem so." Elara's words drummed in his head. "Much sacrifice will come to pass - to stop darkness from falling all over Middle-Earth and beyond. Everything can be taken from you in a second - trust your spirit - it is so strong. Your soul and mine are the same. We endure."

[y-rhywbeth2]

do we know where the seldarine ended up duing the time of troubles? evermeet, or ...?

Labelas Enoreth inhabited the body of one of his clerics - apparently the exile from Arvandor and becoming mortal (as the elven god of time and immortality) was incredibly traumatic for him and he kind of went off the rails. There was some sailing involved. Sharing a body caused their personalities to blend a bit, and he ended up sharing his host's thing for human women and possibly started sleeping around a bit (or at least became extremely annoying). He picked a fight with the dwarven god Clangeddin Silverbeard in the Northern island nation of Ruathym.

All in all he totally destroyed that guy's faith by causing mayhem. He is sorry, but they still don't get along.

The rest of them had a quiet and uneventful time during their exile in the Realms, as far as anyone can tell. I can't find information on them, so I assume they just hung out in Evereska or Evermeet, causing few to no problems for their mortal hosts, and spent time with the mortal elves.

I seem to recall reading that Corellon, specifically, spent his time in Evermeet. I have no source for that, so I could be remembering wrong.

[from-one-to-seven]

Void: So yes, Void is aware of the Silverbeards.

[gays-bears]

Grazie ai nostri amicissimi ❤️del regalo - ( Ci sono cani molto fortunati🐻🐶) - #bear #beardedman #italianbear #italianbeardedman #gaydaddy #gaybear #gaybeard #daddybear #silverhair #silverbeard #silverbear #silverdaddy #hairybear #silverhair #silverbear #silverdaddy #gayitalia

[matrotas-muse-hub]

// Flat colors for Irina Silverbeard, a new D&D character I've been playing. She's a half-elf/half-dwarf rogue and light domain cleric multiclass. I may at some point attempt a thread or two with her, we'll see. Though I may first need to fix her right hand and shade this lmao

[hairyclubformen]

[bigstudwolf]

#bigstudwolf

#vik

#norder

#manofhisown

#freespirit

#rider

#freemind

#wild

#sunlover

#moontracker

#scout

#warrior

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#raw

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#pathfinder

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[journeybetweenthepages]

Next is my Dwarf (Mountain Dwarf) Fighter (again im fucking basic) Battle Master (Soldier/Infantry, Defense). He usually uses a Warhammer and Shield as his main combat type but has 2 Handaxes he likes to try and throw when the need arises.

Jet Stonebrow

His Family is normally known for crafting mainly jewelry and Gem work which started with his Grandfather (Azadur) known as "Gem Cutter" or just "Cutter". His Family sigil is engraved on both his helmet and Shield (a set of furrowed brows with the persons namesake Gem set between/above the brows like a third eye in a diamond shape the shield Sigil has a pair of menacing eyes below the brows. As seen above drawn by me.) His Father is Cutter's son Onyx his mother is named Desana he has an Older sister named Amethyst ("Amy") and a Younger Brother Jasper. Jet's brown shoulder length hair and mid chest length braided beard are both tied with gold rings. He uses a Warhammer instead of a traditional Axe because "You dont use an Axe to crush stone so why would bone be any different" the hammer is itself engraved on the sides with the anvil of the dwarven god Moradin.

As said above Jet as a Dwarf worships Moradin, as a child of Jewelry makers/Gem cutters worships Dumathoin, as a Fighter he prays to Clangeddin Silverbeard, Gorm Gulthyn, and Haela Brightaxe. (The All-Hammer and Torag in Exandria and Golarion)

(Bottom Left Pic by https://page10art.tumblr.com/)

[nipcoach]

#flatcap #flatcaps #flatcapstyle #silverbeard #silverbeards #silverbearded #musclebeard #musclebearded #musclebeards #musclebeardgay #musclebeardeddaddy#fitoldermen #maturegaymen #nipplecoach More at http://nip.coach https://www.instagram.com/p/CLhySCODT4p/?igshid=bh0hvkij3zwg

[heckyeahponyscans]

G1 My Little Pony comic #6, “Moonstone and the Tired Tailor”

[charlton-richards]

I drew the main cast from "No Video Today", a hilarious radio play by Dunkey! It's about a man called Bill Cheetler, the inventor of Cheetos.

You can listen to Bill's excellent adventure here: https://youtu.be/LGJ6TvKDlvI

🧑‍💼👴🧙‍♂️☠️🐙🦍👹🐆

[pixelatedrose]

It's no where near finished but I just felt like telling y'all that I'm drawing the saddest fucking comic I've ever drawn and now you have to deal with it too