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wild-e-eep · 6 months
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Impressively fruitful hawthorns on the escarpment above Harlech, Gwynedd.
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lovewales · 3 years
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Aberdyfi  |  by Barbara Fuller
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aslanscompass · 6 years
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Someone needs to take better care of the Haladane line
Honestly, if you’ve got pyschic allies and you still have four  monarchs in ten years, something’s wrong
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Welsh mountains by INNES
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I created my first ever OC, a DnD Dragonborn Ranger named Gywnedd 😅
So pleased with how she turned out, I love her!
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madamquacklemore · 5 years
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Chapter 7-Deadliest of Revelations
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a/n apologies everyone for the slow updates.. so here in this chapter we will see all sides coming into the action celts and Danes and perhaps anwser any Q's you have regarding them. enjoy!
There's a game That I play There are rules I had to break There's mistakes That I made But I made them My way
Black Lab-This night
FINAN
He was almost certain it had been a dream as he hesitated before opening his eyes. He just new he would find himself in his tent alone. Sighing Finan opened his eyes slowly and found himself staring up at a ceiling he didn't recognise.
Did that mean-
Finan turned on his side to find her there curled up facing him.
Oh lord in heaven it wasn't a dream.
Smiling to himself he reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear thumbing her cheek relishing the night before. Finan cringed at the thought he had literally cried in her arms but she had said nothing and that was all he needed. He showed her a part of himself he didn't even recognise and she had quite literally accepted him with open arms. As if he suddenly realised how uncomfortable it was to be watched while sleeping he went on his back  and wrapped an arm around her cherishing the warm of her body alongside his. He could get used to this as he thought.
Stirring slightly Tarian snuggled closer to him head on chest she murmured "Mornin' Finan."
"Good morning my love" he whispered kissing the top of her head.
He remembered her words how there was much they needed to talk about Christ he didn't even no where to begin. Neither of them had easy starts to this world that was certain but Finan didn't want to think about that now. Life was short all one could do was live in the moment and with her in his arms and by her side that moment was all the better.
"We should probably get up" she yawned.
"Aye they'll have guards breaking through any minute to find their missing warriors."
"They'll think us deserters."
"Let them break in I have no plans to go anywhere any time soon." Finan laughed softly.
"Who says I would let you anyway?" she teased looking up at him with a look  that made him weak in every part of his body-
almost every part
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"Am I to be your prisoner lady?"
"You are indeed my prisoner Irishman mine to do with whatever I wish."
Before the prisoner could say another word his beautiful captor straddled him and pinned his hands to his sides. Finan the agile was going nowhere anytime soon.
POWYS
With his brother dead Ruari was now the de facto leader of southern Gywnedd and Powys a considerable amount of land and power to be sure however the position was not secure-not yet. With both his younger brother and various cousins all laying claim to this prestigious title Ruari was going to have to be clever. There was also the subject of his niece Tarian  if she comes back or rather when she does which side will she chose? Who would she marry? One of his advisers had suggested he marry his own niece not unheard of but the idea still turned his stomach. Ruari had been his sister's favourite brother to marry her daughter seemed insulting but he new he would never bring himself to kill her. As cowardly as it sounded he had half hoped the Danes would do it so he wouldn't have to and his conscience would be clear.
"I do not believe she would challenge your rule lord" Arthfael told him for what felt lie the one hundredth time. It was bad enough their previous leader had been paranoid he did not need this a second time the more time he thought about it the more he was sure Merfyn was behind Tarian's kidnapping there was only one way to be certain. Arthfael always felt Ruari though younger was the wiser of the two brothers and he prayed to the Gods he was right as he would need Ruari's permission to seeing these answers.
"She might not do it directly but through her another could be." Ruari said absent mindly looking out the window.
"You believe her to be that weak?"
Ruari did not answer the elder man and seemed lost in thought. After an uncomfortable silence he turned to face him. "What is it you want Arthfael you are not one for small talk and I have my advisers for council."
"As you no my lord there has been two attempts on Tarian's life both from the Danes and from our own people I wish to get to the bottom of this Lord."
"And you think what? A trip to Frankia to the great Jarl Jurgen would give you these answers?"
"Yes Lord I do.
"And what if it his him behind all of this? What if it is part of some plan to take our lands from us?" Ruari spat like his brother before him there was nothing he hated more than Danes not even Saxons. "Do not forget he is the reason my sister-your dearest friend-is parted from us."
"I do not believe he would harm his daughter."
Ruari scoffed at the thought.
"I am serious Lord I do not believe he means harm for his daughter."
"Then why is there a large price tag over her head?"
"That is simply how Danes do things. My Lord may I speak plainly?" Arthfael was no fool he knew though despite being the more reasonable of the brothers Ruari still saw Tarian as a threat or certainly as a possibility of becoming one. Tarian was highly respected warrior despite her age her prowess on the battlefield was becoming legend better than her mother and comparing her to her grandfather before her. And with her mother's look s it was only a matter of time for many a man to come knocing. One in particular-Arawn-made Arthfael nervous. He was highly ambitious and a greedy man at that twice Arawn had approached Arthfael to marry Tarian and both times he was refused. He was ten years older than Tarian and watched her close enough to put him on edge and upon his life Arthfael was sure Arawn had something to do with what had happened to her.
"Tarian is something of a commodity as you know yourself should she meet her father here what he has to say then perhaps she may join him and leave these shores. If the great Jarl Jurgen truly wanted this island for himself he would have invaded by now and joined that Danish earl Guthrum at Ethandun which he did not do. It is common knowlegde that Jurgen is happy in Frankia and has no wish to leave its warmer shores. It is also common knowledge that Tarian has no desire for power-she had made that clear from the start." "If what you say is true then it is worth looking into I suppose." Ruari sighed. "With your permission I get everything underway." Arthfael made to leave the room. "No Arthfael I will need you here. You will send your nephew-the mutt." Ruari ordered him. Arthfael hated it when his nephew was referred to as such. Like Tarian he too was half Dane but that is where the similarities end as Illewyn torn between wanting to no more of his Danish culture and pleasing his Celt leaders that he had learnt the language to serve their land. And unlike Tarian his mother did not find love with a Dane quite the opposite his birth had been a product of something against her will. Illeywn's mother had died in childbirth and as his own wife was barren Arthfael took Illewyn and Tarian into his care. "As you wish it lord." Arthfael bowed and left the room hoping IIlewyn had  kept up his Danish he would need it.
Frankia two weeks later.
The great Jarl Jurgen had long given up making conversation with his new bride at dinner times. She was like a timid mouse and he the lion such was the way with arranged marriages he new that but he wasn't the worse man her father could have sold her off too and he had learnt her language but she barely looked at him and only spoken when spoken too. These damn Christians and their frightened little women. Give him a wild brave warrior woman any day. Since her death the great Jarl had still not replaced her and now he was moving heaven and earth to find their daughter and have her where she belongs at-his side. Jarl Jurgen scarcely remembered his daughter just that she had her mother's beautiful red hair and his eyes. 
This very evening word had reached him that a Celt from across the water was hear to speak to him. The young Celt man was no warrior but spoke relatively good Danish so the Jarl had allowed him to pass. There was only one man who could have arranged for a messenger and that man was the caretaker of his daughter. A knock on the door and the messenger's presence was announced. "You will leave me wife." he ordered. The woman looked at him what a night to try and be defiant he thought bitterly as she hesitated. "Now." he repeated. His young bride slowly got out of her chair and gracefully left the room as slow as possible. Was she deliberately trying to antagonise him it seemed so. "What is your name and on behalf of whom to come for?" Jarl Jurgen asked after the Celt had paid his respects.
"Illewyn Lord Arthfael sends me." Illweyn replied. "Well boy?" Jarl Jurgen finished chewing on a chicken bone "What does Arthfael have to say to me?" "Merfyn is dead the future of our kingom is uncertain." "And you are telling me this because?" "There have been two attempts on Tarian's life the first she was kidnapped seemingly on your orders-" "I am already aware of this that man now sits in a cell awaiting my decision whether or not to spare his life. The second?" "Was by one of ours." Jarl Jurgen stopped what he was doing and was now staring hard at the young man who was doing his best not to falter under inspection and failing. "What. Do. You. Mean.? He said dangerously. Illewyn gulped there was no point at hiding it anymore Jarl Jurgen was also nown as the the ruthless Jarl amoungst the Danes and with just one loo Illeywn saw why. "Tarian had found shelter at the home of a noble Saxon family and sworn in her allegiance to Uhtred the Dane Slayer." he said a little too quicly. Was he even supposed to tell the Danish Lord all of this information? He did not now all Illewyn new was that Arthfael had promised he would be safe as Jurgen wanted his daughter safe and by his side. "Uhtred? The Uhtred Ragnarson?" he asked Illewyn nodded slightly alarmed when the great Dane burst into laughter. There was nothing remotely entertaining about this news to an outsider but give the fact that some minor lord by the name of Cnut had asked for his support in overthrowing the last of the Saxons (which he had denied) it was sort of funny in a twisted sense to Jurgen himself. He could have faced the prospect of facing his daughter on the battlefield oh Loki and his games he smiled shaking his head. "Go on." "One of ours had fired a poison arrow at her but she was given the anecdote and lives. Tarian's would be assassin was dealt with but Arthfael still believes a threat to her life exists as Tarian will have to return to her homeland one day." "Of course Arthfael does and Tarian naturally is in contention to the ruling of your kingdom I imagine many an ambitious man wishes to marry my daughter and take the land for themselves would that be correct?" Illeywn nodded. "Very well you will come with me and you will tell Arthfael everything you see him." Illeywn followed the large Dane out of his dining room and down a narrow staircase to the dungeons all cells were empty bar two.
 The first contained two women the guard unlocked the cell and the two men waled in. The women were not chained and appeared to have been treated rather well despite being a cell. "Ladies." the Jarl greeted them in Saxon english and then turned to speak to the older woman "You'll have to excuse your living conditions after your daughter attacked my guards I didn't have a choice" The elder woman seemed understanding but her daughter did not. She had a plain face but her eyes were like golden amber as Illewyn was taken aback by her courage or was it foolishness to be so defiant? "Why are we here Dane? You had us brought to Frankia for what exactly? You are in no need of a wife and I would not be your whore" she spat. "Edhita!" the elder woman hushed. Jarl Jurgen merely laughed "I'd not have you anyway girl. You have information I need and you were told you would be paid were you not?" he said directly to the elder woman. "Yes Lord. What is it we can help you with?" the elder woman asked. "Mother!" "You were a slave on my estate when I lived near the welsh border." The elder woman nodded "Yes Lord." "You were there the night it was attacked the night my wife and daughter were taken from me?" he asked quietly. "Yes lord." "Tell me what you told my guard." "She was murdered lord by one of her own" she said giving a cautious glance in Illewyn's direction. "You saw this?" the Celt asked. "I did lord. She was a lovely woman your wife Lord her daughter and my daughter would play together." "Do you remember the face of her killer?" "As clearly as I see you Lord. He was barely even a man and had a blue mar in his forehead a circle like the sun. He tried to take her but she resisted I saw him slit her throat he hit the child over the head took her away forgive me lord I couldn't-" "There is nothing to forgive woman there was nothing you could have done." he said solemnly. "You both are free to go" reaching into his pocket he gave them each some silver for their trouble and fair ordering the guard to escort them to the port. "Do you now the man she speak of?" "I believe so Lord." Illewyn was in a state of shock . He  knew Arawn was ambitious and possessive but he didn't no that back then he would be capable of such things murdering a woman in front of her own child? And why? None of this made any sense. "His name is Arawn his father is on the council." "Is he a warrior?" "Yes Lord he has earned himself reputation." Jarl Jurgen was silent which surprised Illewyn he had expected a ferocious rage breaking of things howling at the moon that time of thing but he would soon learn that silence was equally as deadly.
The only prisoner left was another Dane Illeywn vaguely recognised him as a trader near their border his name escaped him.  "Egil." The lord said simply.  This prisoner had not been as well taken care of. Chained to the wall one eye so swollen it could not open dried blood and open wounds on his chest and a particularly nasty one on his left side.  "Jarl" he spat up blood.  "You no why I am here?"  "To deliver me to Valhalla lord?" "There is no Valhalla for dishonourable traitors. And that is what you are Egil. I am here to put an end to your suffering."  It had turned out that Jarl Jurgen had not organised the kidnapping of his daughter. Whilst he had offered a reward for information he had specifically expressed that his daughter was not to be harmed in anyway and this man had nearly gotten her killed. 
"What of the Danish lover Gustaf I keep hearing about?" "One of my men  killed him when she tried to escape. Lord please I beg-" but the desperate man's pleas were falling on deaf ears. The Jarl remembered Gustaf well his father had served him well and taught both his daughter and Gustaf the bird call they used to use in their childhood games. "Who was your contact?" the Jarl demanded. "He  didn't give us his-" "What did he look  like?!" he roared. "Not much older than your daughter lord tattoo on his forehead...circle." Egil spat up more blood. "Lord please I beg-" Pulling out his long-sword Jarl Jurgen beheaded the prisoner with one mighty swipe. Breathing heavily with the prisoner's blood spattered on his face he turned to loo at a terrified Illewyn. "You. You will tell Arthfael everything. This Arawn will die by my hand or Tarian's only. Is that clear? Tell him I will be coming. "
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dyfiroastery · 4 years
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Having navigated one or two channels and inlets, the navigation buoys always helped in keeping you from grounding. Super low tide in the estuary yesterday meant that even this one was high and dry. It's said if you can navigate in and out of the dyfi estuary, you can navigate anywhere. . . . #coast #tidalrange #tide #navigation #estuary #aberdyfi #aberdyfibar #dyfiestuary #dyfivalley #coastalliving #aberdovey #gywnedd #midwales
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dauapps · 6 years
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‘View of Cader Idris, North Wales’. Oil on canvas. 24 x 38 inches, painted 1878 by Sidney Richard Percy. #sidneyrichardpercy #longmelford #mountains #gywnedd #snowdonia #cadairidris (at Long Melford) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq4kiSagHfN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1hf7nwvv63bdh
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wild-e-eep · 5 months
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Mycena polygramma - dapper little mushroom with the pinstripe stipe ^_^
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lovewales · 8 years
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Llyn Padarn  |  by Sian Monument
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ollypj · 8 years
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Back From Wales - Again!
Back From Wales – Again!
Quite late on Monday evening, I arrived back home after a weekend away in North Wales. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to forewarn you of this latest adventure but I intend to share a short summary of our events in this post.
As time goes on (and I’m still writing about the days I spent up in Derbyshire, last month), I’ll have more detail for you. In the mean time, here are the highlights.
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owls-n-elderberries · 10 years
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Welsh mountain ponies by tb303 on Flickr.
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archaicwonder · 10 years
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Caernarfon Castle is a medieval building in Gwynedd, north-west Wales. There was a motte-and-bailey castle in the town of Caernarfon from the late 11th century until 1283 when King Edward I of England began replacing it with the current stone structure. The Edwardian town and castle acted as the administrative centre of north Wales and as a result the defenses were built on a grand scale. There was a deliberate link with Caernarfon's Roman past – nearby is the Roman fort of Segontium – and the castle's walls are reminiscent of the Walls of Constantinople.
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