HI!! for all your oli orionsound vod needs:
listen. listen okay i was getting real sick of this man not uploading vods (wants to watch them but they keep getting deleted from twitch). so ive taken it upon myself hope he doesnt mind
I have started uploading vods and will continue to hopefully!! I've also collected what i believe(?) to be every oli vod uploaded to youtube and collected them into various playlists (including an mcc playlist which has every mcc he's been in from his POV besides mccs 3-6 - for 4 and 6 i put a teammates POV but for mccs 3 and 5 there are no archived vods from anyone on his team . rip orionsound mccs 3 and 5)
if you know any vods on youtube i haven't playlisted OR have any vods downloaded that arent available elsewhere pleaseplease let me know!! trying to gather vods from this man is a living nightmare oh my god
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Sulluvan knows/has probs met the Witch King right? Maybe before he spoiled or sumn? Did the witch king have anything to say when Sulluvan went to collect him finally?
honestly i dont think he had much to say!!! sulluvan....sort of met him long ago? i always think about a mini-episode centered around sulluvan at that time (he was just a child all those thousands of years ago, and his father was the lord of the undertakers, so little sulluvan just kind of shadowed his father in dealings with the witch king and others,,...really the point of the episode is its a flashback on sulluvans part that is actually focused on the merchant, who was ALSO alive at that time, looked and acted exactly the same, and was out and about his usual business of selling things. he sold little sulluvan a little pinwheel toy, and sulluvan reflects on that moment anytime the merchant is brought up. hes afraid of him, to be honest)
but back to the point, sulluvan by nature is supposed to be impartial!!! thats his role as the lord of the undertakers. he cant choose sides (which is why he doesnt participate in the fight against the witch king). he probably offers the witch king the chance to "redeem his wicked nature" by becoming an undertaker and "paying back the debt he owes" by working to deliver souls to the afterlife, to which the king replies "I have committed no wickedness."
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I was listening to Blood Upon The Snow by Hozier and GOD what a Himring theme like imagine???
Maedhros is newly "healed" from his 30 years or torture, just gave up his throne and crown to his uncle and is determined to travel east to build his strong hold against Morgoth. Everyone is worried, like yes he's technically healed but Maedhros has a… violence to him now. He is colder, both at the touch and personality wise. There is a glint in his eyes and his brothers (and cousins, and his aunt and uncle) all look at each other with worry behind his back as he now prowls as he walks.
Maglor is the most worried. He's more in tune with the world and the Music around them, and while Maedhros' song isn't twisted like the thralls they've met, it's brassy now. Before, back in Valinor, Maitimo used to sound like a string quartet, complex and intricate, like a beautiful glass mosaic that told a whole story without words and still let light shine through upon everyone in a splash of rainbow beams. Now, there is a thrumming undertone that's deeper, richer, that makes the almost word filled song of the strings become shrill, like they're crying out. The bass undertone sounds like the marching of an army and the strings sound like a death wail of the doomed. It makes Maglor's skin crawl as he watches his brother, not knowing what to make of the change in Song.
He listens, and he follows Maedhros. Climbs with him up the tallest, coldest peak he finds in the east. The mountain is cold, the wind is biting, and the snow is deep-- not that that is a hindrance for the Elves, but the horses have to trudge through snow that is basically up to their chests. The music here is also cold, sharp woodwinds nipping at the ears and shrill strings that rattles his bones. Maglor opens his mouth to complain, to urge his brother to turn back down this damned mountain when he finally breaks through the cacophony and hears his brother's song.
For the first time since the darkness engulfed Valinor, Maedhros' Song was steady, quiet, finding peace and blending into the rush of Music wiping around them. Maedhros himself looks at peace, eyes closed and face upturned to the weak sun. Between the rich red of his hair, regrown down to his shoulders since they had to shave it after his rescue, and the deep scarlet of his Feanorian robes, Maedhros looks like a spot of blood upon the snow. Maglor shivers, suddenly overcome by a vision of his brother drenched in blood, mouth curled into a snarl like a feral animal, surrounded by endless white and red all around him.
Maedhros begins to hum, a low tune that does nothing but send shivers up and down Maglor's spin.
"Brother, please, let us leave. There is nothing for us here, maybe if we keep travelling east there will be a better place to set up camp." Maglor begs, walking closer to Maedhros.
"No." Maglor freezes at the word. There was an undercurrent of command, of steel. "This place speaks to me, I will make our stronghold here."
Maglor gapes, he looks around at the barren mountain. Nothing but rocks, and snow, and sparse shrubs. "Here? Really?"
Maedhros nods. "Here. Her name shall be Himring, and she will withstand any siege." He hums again, the notes low and easily swallowed up by the wind. Maglor with his keen ears could pair the simple tune and worried at his lip when he noticed that it was actually a very basic version of the Song that screamed around them.
If he listened closer, he could almost hear the words in the Song. His heart clenched as he watched Maedhros turn and begin ordering their men, getting the wheels of creation of their base set into motion.
Maglor looked around the mountain side again. He could feel the glee of the mountain, at how the rocks thrummed beneath their feet and snow. It felt vicious, like hunting dogs straining at their leashes, an eager glee that felt almost bloodthirsty. Maglor just hoped that it just would be directed towards helping their cause, and not be their downfall.
To all things housed in her silence
Nature offers a violence
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