#the ruined kingdom

[bienyx]

Glossarium

- For those who wander - 

Entry 2

Enchanting

Enchanting is by far the most powerful magic and a mechanic that augments armour, tools, weapons and books with one or more of a variety of runes that improve an item's existing abilities or imbue them with additional abilities and uses. Its long lost knowledge was rediscovered by none other than the King of the Royal Kingdom himself and was taught to and practiced by his best friends Mage and Knight.

Runes

Runes are the embodiment of magic. Their power runs deep in the World’s roots and runes combine them to powerful engravings. Just the wisest people of us all have the knowledge to read runes and forge them into books, enchanting armour, tools and weapons.

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

pssst. check this out on inprnt :]

[linkeduniverse]

TotK Spoiler

[jazzkrebber]

rip shadow and bone. we would have loved to see dark alina. we would have loved to see matthias finally get out of jail. we would have loved to see kaz learn to love. we would have loved to see zoyalai on screen. we would have loved to see wylan's story. we would have loved to see the ice court heist. we would have loved to see colm fahey. we would have loved to meet kuweii. we would have loved to see jesper get over his gambling addiction. we would have loved to see matthias relearn all he knew for nina. we would have loved to see inej find her family again. we would have loved to see mal find out what life is like without alina. we would have loved to see nina learn to live for herself, instead of her country.

we would have loved to see more of the characters we all know and love.

[imaginariumwanderer]

It's Chuseok for the Vanillan gang (and one deceitful thief)

Just for fun: Initial sketches for these under cut.

[jellyala]

“The Holy Shepherd”

Do you all have time to talk about our lord and savior Saint Vanilla Cookie??? 🙂

Beasts Ancients au belongs to 👉 @cuppajj

[bellehaspurplehair]

“No mourners, no funerals” is a BIG FAT LIE because everyday I am mourning the six of crows adaptation we were robbed of bc Netflix cancelled it😡😡😡

[wgm-beautiful-world]

Rock of Cashel - IRELAND

[daeyumi]

Ruined Town 🪲⚡️

I’m actually super proud of this piece, I wanted to push myself out of my comfort zone to do something dynamic & complex with hopefully a somewhat interesting composition, and I really worked hard on it. I’ve been feeling kind of down on my art recently tbh, like I’ve stagnated a bit, and this piece really helped me to experiment a bit more & try out some new brushes & techniques. Can’t wait to experiment & draw more soon! 🩵

[belle-keys]

there is something just stunning about how freddy managed to hit the bullseye with kaz this season like from his chilling monologue in episode 4 to his packed silences while just looking at inej to the sly humor in “everyone has lost their minds” to his facial expressions when getting the shit beat out of him??? he completely took over the season and aced every hidden kernel of kaz

[thecrxwclub]

shadow and bone as @ao3-crack posts 1/?

[bienyx]

In a little tavern somewhere in the Nowhere

- before -

Cold wind hushed over old roof tiles, mossy and marked by years uncountable, first golden leaves decorating beautiful yet giving the small tavern a much older look than it might be. The wooden sign creaked silently by each breeze, welcoming those few lost souls entering the crooked door – The lost Nothin’, a fitting name for a tavern somewhere in the Nowhere.

Even if the first signs of autumn turned the Overworld golden, green mixed with yellow and first brown, and the grass lowered and waved brownish and a few trees began to give in, a cheerful mood prevailed in the small room, tables occupied, but not filled. 

He didn’t care much about the bits of talking, the occasional few laughs or the silent lute played by a humble bard in blue. Those people didn’t care about him too, so it was a win-win-situation. He was used to it from home, and deep in his thoughts anyway.

 The little table in the last corner underneath a small window for more light was covered in thousands of old papers, both papyrus and sugar cane, maps just drawn with long bleached or smeared ink and books written in nearly unreadable foreign letters and more ancient than the Overworld herself. Absently he bit on the delicate wood separating chalk and teeth, trying to decipher this exact rune - he saw it before, but in another context. But..

He stopped and traced the rune again on a separated paper, compared it to the one in front of him and .. wait. Sheets were moved around as he searched for this one page he just remembered but couldn’t find.

When he finally held it in his hands, he smiled triumphantly.

 To -rune- enchant the plate with -save- -safety- protection…. Here, it stood clearly!

And here on the page he remembered… ..with the rune for protection… strong against -hot might- fire the man? hero? woman? -fighted- fought..

That was it! Those were different runes! They held the same base meaning, protection, yet the one he remembered had an extended meaning - fire protection. That had to be it! He knew it!

 Satisfied with his small discovery he wrote it down in his notes, a little book covered in delicate leather, decorated by a few ornaments.

After he was done, he looked over his notes again, tracing his previous success in translating this sheet about – as far as he knew – a blacksmith documenting their steps.

When he leaned over his maps and papers again, a shadow blocked his sunlight. He looked up in confusion and maybe a bit of annoyance.

Just to be greeted by a smile beaming as if to be concurrence to the setting autumn sun. The boy, the young man, he corrected himself, sat down on a chair he probably pulled from a random table next to his – he sat down the wrong way to be noted, his crossed arms on the wooden backrest.

 “Hey!”, the young man said friendly, his chocolate locks framing his blushed cheekbones. “What are you doing here, with all those…”. His dark eyes matching his mane fell down to all the sheets and open pages for a short moment, just to meet him again. “.. all those runes?”

 He observed the young man a second longer, then broke their eye contact, let the light blue hood of his expensive cloak cover his face more, tried to continue his work. “Nothing of interest.”

 “Oh come on!”, the young man pouted audibly, rocking with the chair back and forth. “There has to be something interesting”. A short silence. “I mean.. they don’t look like nothing of interest to me at least. Not like this old tavern, that is – stated – the lost nothin’.” The young man imitated the accent of those folks living here poorly with his own accent, but stronger and more nasal.

 He huffed at that while scanning the lines of the blacksmith’s notes again. Then stopped as he felt the young man’s gaze on him, waiting. He licked his lips, took a mental breath. “Why do you even care?” He tried to put all coldness in his words, not even looking up.

 “Well..”, the young man started, “Curiosity, I guess.”

 “Curiosity killed the cat”, he answered nonchalantly.

 “But satisfaction brought it back”, the boy countered, leaning a bit forward, audibly smirking. “And I don’t feel any cat ears… yet”

 To that, he looked up, straightening his back, the blue hood falling off of his blond locks unnoticed. He played with the pencil in his hands. “So you’re more of a cat boy then?”, he joked back, a faint smile.

 There, the young man teasingly leaned further, gestured a little sunrise with his hands, .. and tiny purple sparkles blinked weakly. “If you want me to be”

 He stalled. “You.. You’re a magician.”

 With a little shy shrug of his shoulders, covered by a simple brown cloak lined with some kind of white fur, he blushed again. "Well.. more of a going-to-be-magician, but.. yeah, kinda."

 "So you know these symbols". He turned his note book around to the magician, so he could have a look over them.

 A short scan over the open pages and a sheepish smile, and the young magician nodded. “A few. Not all! But.. a few.”

 He smiled at the mage.

 At this evening, in a tavern somewhere in the Nowhere, far away of a Kingdom begging for his King, far away from a home hating everything you are, a magician befriended a prince because he fell in naïve young love with him, innocent and sweet.

At this evening, in a tavern somewhere in the Nowhere, a prince befriended a magician, because he gained knowledge out of it, convenient and useful.

People say, starting a story in spring has a special hidden meaning – of new beginnings, of newfound life, of birth and rebirth and growth. Starting this story in autumn might fit better though, considering the fall bound to their rising friendship.

[blueskittlesart]

the master works discourse on twitter is killing me. none of these bitches understood the game or its characters AT ALL

[jazzkrebber]

I'm not even gonna lie to you, Kaz Brekker is the one that made me finally understand how the stock market works

[ssszlami]

i want there to be a kaz vs the darkling fight at least once every season where kaz always wins

and i want them to never actually contribute to the plot. it just happens. kaz puts his cane on top of the darklings cape and he trips. thats the whole fight.

[uselessalexis165]

I LOVE THE ART SO MUCH!!!