#osmond priest

[lacking-hydration]

dudes from the deep south see a person and be like "is anyone gonna shoot that," and not wait for an answer

#mr. priest #osmond priest #dirk gently's holistic detective agency #my arts

[brianconnollyandsweet]

Fan clubs of the day, Jackie magazine #485, published 21 April 1973.

#images #Mick Tucker #Steve Priest #Brian Connolly #Andy Scott #Sweet #The Sweet #T. Rex #Marc Bolan #Osmonds #Slade #Jackson Five #New Seekers #David Cassidy #1973

[occasional-owl]

His name is Priest because he needs Jesus

#dghda #osmond priest #priest #shitpost

[takadasaiko]

Howl Until it Hurts: Chapter Twenty-Two (a Rowdy 3 fic)

FFN II AO3

Summary: Martin fights back.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Worth It

Priest had left the collars on even after the Rowdy Three were delivered back to their room. They tried to tug them off for a good hour before finally giving up on them for the night, all three huddling together for the little sleep they might get before they came to collect them for morning tests. They held onto each other, careful of the injuries sustained in the fight with Bartine.

They didn't see their tormentor the next day, nor did they see him the next. They were shuffled to and from their room to medical to testing, sometimes together and sometimes separately, and to whatever else they had lined up up to do to them, the constant threat of being gassed at even the appearance of a wrong step hanging over them like a dark cloud.

They were tired, they were hurting, and they were hungry. Apparently the new security changes meant feeding changes as well. They had been relatively well fed before, but now they were waiting days between. It didn't look like they were trying to starve them out, but they were trying to control the excess energy they had.

One day they managed to get more than Blackwing intended and Martin heard a pop and fizzle from the collar. The excess energy had fried it like it did the cameras and the lights.

A quick glance in Cross' direction said he'd heard it too, but the blond gave the barest shakes of his head. Blackwing hadn't, and they would only have one opportunity before it became obvious the collars wouldn't work. No, they needed to wait. They needed to be patient, no matter how hard that was.

Their rare patience paid off when Priest joined the usual guards to collect them after a set of tests. Martin was hit by his stench before the door opened and he caught Gripps and Cross' attention. The time for patience was over.

Three guards, two techs, no problem. They weren't even strapped down because they thought they had them on a short leash.

The fear that spiked was sweet and the panic that followed the understanding that the collars no longer worked was delicious. Martin saw Cross and Gripps take off towards the others, but Martin zeroed in on Priest. He didn't have his pack and he seemed to realize just how much trouble he was in as the blond Rowdy pounced on him.

Strange, though. His fear wasn't nearly as potent as it should have been.

Martin slammed into him hard enough to drive him off balance, throwing him hard against a wall as chaos was erupting behind them. Martin wrapped his fingers around the front of Priest's shirt and a feral growl rumbled from deep in his throat.

Priest raised his hands in mock surrender. "Now Martin. Don't do anythin' you'll come to regret."

"Oh I ain't gonna regret this," he snarled.

"Yeah you will." The older man lurched forward, head slamming into Martin's, cracking his glasses against his nose hard, and the Rowdy stumbled back. The blow made his head spin, but he caught himself quickly enough, his intense gaze latching onto Priest's and he pulled. Energy swept towards him, filling him up, and as Priest froze here Martin had him he was certain he didn't regret it.

He had never drained anyone dry before, so he couldn't be sure it would kill him, be he hoped it would. It was strange, and in the back of his mind he knew he should feel worse than he did, but this man was a constant and terrible threat to his brothers. This might not buy their freedom, but killing Priest could keep them alive. If he had to stain his conscience just a little to make that happen, it was well worth it.

"Martin!" Gripps shouted from behind him and the blow sent him crashing to his knees, the energy immediately cut.

Pain spread across his shoulders and he forced himself to focus, barely able to turn in time to see the second blow coming. It hit him hard against the side of the head and he went tumbling to the side, the room pulsing around him. As many sets of hands descended on him he realized that Priest's backup had come and he had been so caught up that he'd missed it. They hauled him to his feet, still plenty dazed, but he could see Priest lifeless on the floor and a small smirk twitched his lips upward. No, he didn't regret it for an instant, no matter how badly he hurt now. It was worth it.

#Dirk Gently #DGHDA #Rowdy 3 #Martin #Cross #gripps #osmond priest

[forbidden-sorcery]

In the villages of Dorset the rite of Rough Musick featured the wearing of the bull-horned ‘Ooser’, the ritual mask of the Old One, and originally every village possessed one but the last Ooser was recorded at the beginning of the twentieth century at Melbury Osmond. At Shillingstone in the 19th century the Ooser was brought out during Yuletide when the ‘Christmas Bull’ roamed the streets and was placated with food and drink offerings, embodying the Horned Master’s Wild Host riding forth during the intercalendary period. In Wiltshire the horned mask of the Yule Bull was called the Wooset. In actuality both terms are derived from the Saxon Wodows/Wudewasa which signifies the Wild Green Spirit of Prophetic Ekstasis, the Green Master of the Forest. The Masters Wyldefolk appear during the twelve nights with the Wutanes Heer, flying over the storm-wracked wildwood from the primordial domain of Old Hornie. The Wooset or Ooser was usually under the guardianship of a particular family in the district, a survival of an ancient hieratic custodianship by the Old One’s elect priest or Magister in the village.

Nigel Jackson - Masks of Misrule: The Horned God & His Cult in Europe

#Nigel Jackson

[randomlyrandoms]

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#CelebrityDeaths2020

[sheyshen]

some quick headshot sketches of some wow ocs, some i have in game a couple i don’t:

Ren Connors: my mage’s older sister. She has a burn scar on her right shoulder from when they were children and shey lost control of her magic. She grew up thinking her sister had died young, but they were reunited during Legion since she was working as a medic for the Alliance.

Shey Wrynn: My main ‘commander’, she and Ren were farm kids but she was tossed to the kirin tor when her talent for magic started to manifest. She couldn’t control it and her parents considered her magic cursed and a monster and consider her dead. Ends up married to Varian pre Legion and is very protective of him and Anduin. Post legion she is currently with Aethas, but still just as protective of Anduin as ever.

Clara ‘Dabri’ Osmond: Half orc warrior, father was a blackrock orc and mother was a human. Father died protecting the family when she was small, and now as an adult she works as a mercenary and visits home often because she worries. Married to a human rogue she met on a job.

Nora Osmond: Dabri’s younger half sister. Their mother remarried a human knight and had Nora. She prides herself in her skill with a dagger and wants to train to be a rogue.

Caliss ‘Bast’ Stormdawn: Rogue and member of the SI:7. left home young to see the world and have a life away from the forests. Is extremely good at stealth and acts as a body guard for various members of the Alliance. In a long term relationship with Mathias.

Aulara Stormdawn: Orphan, grew up in the Stormwind orphanage. A holy priest who is very protective of the kids she grew up with in the orphanage. She doesn’t know she has an older sister since she was born after Bast left home. Currently married to Kieran, my BE hunter. And they have a young daughter who wants to be a paladin.

The funny thing with them all is that they likely have met or worked together at least once.

#shey talks about her ocs

[myrongilbert]

72. Rev. Osmond Dinsworthy, Priest "When you see Old Ozzie coming around the bend, watch out." The Rev. Dinsworthy is a hard egg to crack.

[longliverockback]

Oh Yes We Can Love: A History of Glam Rock [Box Set] 2013 Universal Music ————————————————— Tracks CD One: 01. Mad Dogs and Englishmen - Noel Coward 02. Around and Around - Chuck Berry 03. Ooh My Soul - Little Richard 04. Brand New Cadillac - Vince Taylor & the Playboys 05. Gurney Slade - Max Harris 06. Bee Bom - Anthony Newley 07. Jealousy - Billy Fury 08. You’ll Be Mine - Howlin’ Wolf 09. Amsterdam - Jacques Brel 10. I’m Waiting for My Man - The Velvet Underground 11. London Bye Ta-Ta - David Bowie 12. 1969 - The Stooges 13. Lola - The Kinks 14. Neanderthal Man - Hot Legs 15. Burundi Black - Burundi Steiphenson Black 16. Back Street Luv - Curved Air 17. Charity Ball - Fanny 18. Theme from Magpie - The Murgatroyd Band 19. Son of My Father - Chicory Tip 20. Hot Love - T Rex 21. Coz I Luv You - Slade

Tracks CD Two: 01. All the Young Dudes - Mott the Hoople 02. Walk on the Wild Side - Lou Reed 03. Virginia Plain - Roxy Music 04. Metal Guru - T Rex 05. Crazy Horses - The Osmonds 06. Andy Warhol - Dana Gillespie 07. Can the Can - Suzi Quatro 08. Looking for a Kiss - New York Dolls 09. This Flight Tonight - Nazareth 10. Ballroom Blitz - Sweet 11. Dance with the Devil - Cozy Powell 12. Rock On - David Essex 13. Angel Fingers (A Teen Ballad) - Wizzard 14. Bennie and the Jets - Elton John 15. Dancing on a Saturday Night - Barry Blue 16. Ma Coo Ca Choo - Alvin Stardust 17. The Man Who Sold the World - Lulu 18. Growing up and I’m Fine - Mick Ronson 19. Judy Teen - Cockney Rebel

Tracks CD Three: 01. This Town Ain’t Big Enough for Both of Us - Sparks 02. Tell Him - Hello 03. Tiger Feet - Mud 04. Bish Bash Bosh - Jook 05. The ‘in’ Crowd - Bryan Ferry 06. Piss Factory - Patti Smith Group 07. Tumbling Down - Cockney Rebel 08. Angel Face - The Glitter Band 09. The Bump - Kenny 10. Sugar Baby Love - The Rubettes 11. Only You Can - Fox 12. Rock and Roll All Nite - KISS 13. A Glass of Champagne - Sailor 14. Once Bitten Twice Shy - Ian Hunter 15. I Love Rock and Roll - Arrows 16. Saturday Night - Bay City Rollers

Tracks CD Four: 01. Rip Her to Shreds - Blondie 02. Ships in the Night - Be Bop Deluxe 03. Cherry Bomb - The Runaways 04. Rockaria! - Electric Light Orchestra 05. Sheena Is a Punk Rocker - Ramones 06. The Crunch - The RAH Band 07. OK? - Rock Follies 08. Rockwrok - Ultravox! 09. New York Groove - Ace Frehley 10. Take on the World - Judas Priest 11. Rasputin - Boney M 12. Valley of the Dolls - Generation X 13. Rock and Roll Part Two • Nightclubbing - Human League 14. The Light Pours out of Me - Magazine 15. Antmusic - Adam and the Ants 16. Solid Gold Easy Action - Department S 17. Ziggy Stardust - Bauhaus 18. That’s the Way (I Like It) - Dead or Alive

Tracks CD Five: 01. Love Missile F1-11 - Sigue Sigue Sputnik 02. Up around the Bend - Hanoi Rocks 03. Emma - Sisters of Mercy 04. Glamorous Glue - Morrissey 05. Metal Mickey - Suede 06. Glam Racket - The Fall 07. Glam Rock Cops - Carter USM 08. Everybody Up - Glam Metal Detectives 09. Star - Saint Etienne 10. The SAS and the Glam That Goes with It - Earl Brutus 11. To Earth with Love - Gay Dad 12. The Dope Show - Marilyn Manson 13. We Are the Boys - Pulp 14. Growing on Me - The Darkness 15. Strict Machine - Goldfrapp 16. Clamour for Glamour - The Ark 17. Unstoppable - Foxy Shazam —————————————————

* Long Live Rock Archive

#Oh Yes We Can Love #A History of Glam Rock #Compilation #Box Set #Glam #2013

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[shipmistress9]

FTLOAP: Chapter 3: Or If By Love’s Blind Chance We’ve Been Bound

Prologue; Chapter 1; Chapter 2

Co-author: @athingofvikings

Before we get started, I want to address a topic that came up multiple times in the latest reviews and comments (and that even my mum keeps asking... xD). The question whether I could update more frequently. The answer is no. I mean, it is kind of flattering so far. I'm happy that you already seem so interested in this story. But this is the most complicated story I've written so far. There goes a HEL lot of work into it, with two people working on it for some hours every day. Two people who also have something of a real-life beside writing. And I/we want to get it all right. So, again, no, I can't/won't update more frequently. I'm happy if I'm able to keep up this rate until the end ;)

That being said, I won't say that I'll never put up some early in-between updates, like when there are shorter interludes or something. But those would be rare.

. o O o .

“You should come, too.”

Hiccup looked up from his work – rubbing down Hunter, the Grand Duke’s stallion – and gave Eret a confused look. “Where to?” he asked; he hadn’t been paying much attention to what Eret had been saying until just now, and had no idea what he’d meant. His thoughts were still whirling around what had happened before, unable to fully grasp what it meant.

The Princess. She was the Princess. The very Princess Astrid of whom Eret had told him so much about.

Of course, Hiccup had heard about the beautiful Princess before, but not in the way Eret talked about her. She was his childhood friend, the only girl he’d ever met who could beat him in an archery challenge – or in throwing knives. The girl who cared more about horses and her freedom than dresses and dancing lessons. It had amused Hiccup to hear all these stories about their ‘fair Princess’, stories that stood in direct contrast to what people told each other in the taverns. He had been interested in her, had been looking forward to maybe meeting her once or twice during his time at the castle.

He had not expected her to steal his heart within just a couple of hours.

But that seemed to be what had happened. Hiccup couldn’t get her out of his head, not her witty remarks, and not her unaffected laughter. Not the way she’d moved with and cared for the horses, and definitely not how she’d tasted and how she’d seemed to meld with him for that moment.

But she was the Princess!

“Where do you think?” came Eret’s cheerful answer, and his voice effectively tore him out of his daydreams. “To my accolade, of course.”

With a thumping heart, Hiccup reached for the horse brush, a fantastic excuse to avert his face. “W-Why?” he sputtered. Did Eret know? That he would give anything to see her again? But no, how should he know? And it wasn’t a good idea anyway. It wasn’t like he could talk to her, not like they’d talked earlier. But… he had to talk to her. He had to know whether what he’d felt had been true, whether she really had felt the same. Whether it made sense to keep thinking and pondering. Gods, what was he supposed to do?

Only an hour ago, he’d been ready to visit her father and ask his permission to court her. He’d been ready to leave his past behind him, to accept the lot fate had given him, and to start anew. With her. It had seemed so easy, so simple. She’d been the answer, the sign he’d asked for. But now?

“Well, you are my cousin,” Eret interrupted his thoughts again.

Hiccup snorted. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean much,” he said bitterly.

“Maybe not,” Eret replied with a frown. “But we are family. And you are my friend. I want you to be there. It’s my grand day, after all. And it also would be a great opportunity to introduce you as my squire, in case you’ve decided yet. The King would approve, by the way. Father and I already talked to him. Besides, there will be tons of the best food you’ve ever tasted. You can’t turn that down, can you?”

Hiccup inhaled sharply. He hadn’t decided yet what to do with his future. He’d thought meeting Astrid had been a sign sent by Odin, the Foreseer, himself. At first, he’d thought that it meant he should go on and accept the simple life of the Grand Duke’s stable master, and fulfil that image of the peaceful, rustic home. But, obviously, that wasn’t true. If he became simply Hiccup the stable master and, once and for all times, renounced his birthright, then he would never… never be allowed to be with her.

And if he became Eret’s squire instead? He would at least acknowledge his noble blood by doing so. He could travel with Eret, follow wherever his duties would lead him. Maybe he could even gain something of a name for himself, enough to earn himself something of a title again. Or, he could even keep his eyes and ears open, and, maybe, someday, he might hear or see something, anything that told him what had happened. And if he could reclaim his birthright…

He’d been wrong. Astrid hadn’t been the sign for him to forget his past after all. But maybe she was the sign, the answer he'd asked for anyway. Because if he ever wanted to be deemed worthy of her, then there was only one way.

“You’re right, I can’t turn down such an opportunity,” he heard himself mutter. “I’ll come with you to your accolade. And I will become your squire.”

. o O o .

Hiccup was nervous. For the umpteenth time, he tugged at the unfamiliar sleeves of his new shirt - House Jag’r’s deep red to indicate in whose court he served now - beneath his old leather tunic. This tunic was one of the only items he still owned from his former life. It was sturdy and functional, with leather pauldrons attached to it by belts and buckles, and a pattern of dragon scales embossed into it. Scaring off your enemies was always a good tactic.

This tunic was the fanciest piece of clothing he owned, and it also was the only indication that he wasn’t actually a part of House Jag’r. It had felt weird to put it on again after so long, exaggerated and a bit ridiculous. But now, standing behind Eret in his elegant outfit and between the Grand Duke's vassals in their expensive robes, he felt small and unimportant - which he was. Of course, the silk sashes and finely tooled leather belt and boots that he’d been lent for the accolade helped offset its battered functional dignity, but the loans were that he wouldn’t embarrass Eret by looking like a crow among swans.

In another life, he might have stood beside his cousin right now, proudly wearing similarly elegant clothes in deep green and with his father's crest, a dragon curled in on itself, embroidered into his chainmail. But that life didn't exist anymore, and he had to accept that.

When the doors opened and he followed Eret into the elaborate throne room, the noises from inside were deafening. The room was brimming with people, everybody talking, and, for a moment, he lost all sense of direction. His head began to spin as hundreds of voices rolled over him, and he barely even noticed as he followed Eret and the Grand Duke’s party practically unbidden, his feet working to keep him within the safe group of familiar figures.

And the knowledge that she was in this room as well didn't help to calm him, either.

She had to be here, right? Eret was the heir to one of the three most powerful noble Houses, and, next to the other heirs – Dagur of House Berserker and Snotlout of House Jorgenson – the first of these three to become a knight today. It was one of the biggest social events the capital had seen since Prince Daniel’s accolade two years ago. And Eret was her friend, right? Surely, she would be here?

Hiccup’s nervousness grew nearly unbearable as he followed Eret down the long aisle, limping slightly as his leg began to sting. Gods, why did it always start to act stupid at the worst moments possible? He couldn’t see much past the endless rows of people, only that there was a raised platform at the other end of the room, and that there were people standing on it. As they came closer he could see the high-backed throne of King Osmond, even recognized the tall man from when he’d met him many years ago. Then he saw the High Priests, standing to the sides as was customary. He saw Prince Daniel, recognized him just as he’d recognised the King. Now that he knew who she was, Hiccup saw a certain resemblance between the siblings. The Prince had the same bright hair and blue eyes like his sister. And then, when their small group reached the steps that led up to the throne and Eret made a step to the side, he finally saw her.

The Princess had a warm smile on her face, even though she seemed tenser than he remembered her from their shared afternoon. She also looked even more sublime than before in this equally ornate dress – deep red this time – and a delicate golden coronet depicting a swan on her head. He felt even smaller and more insignificant than before.

And then she saw him.

For a moment, for the fraction of a second, she lit up. Her eyes gleamed brighter, her smile becoming radiant, and Hiccup could feel the mutual joy and longing rising in their hearts. It hadn’t been just his imagination, of course, it hadn’t been. She’d felt the same, must have felt the same, or nothing made sense anymore.

And then the moment ended. Her face fell, and her joy turned into panic and fear. Her gaze flickered to the side, to where the Priestesses of Freya and Frigga stood, but before she actually turned her head in their direction, she caught herself again.

It had passed in the blink of an eye, and before Hiccup could react in any way, it was already over. Her gaze was back on Eret and the Grand Duke, her smile faultless and warm.

What in Thor’s name had just happened?

. o O o .

The pleasant smile felt like someone had used a knife to cut it into her face. Astrid had to maintain it at all costs, but it was hard. So unbelievably hard!

What was he doing here?

He shouldn’t be here.

What if anyone had noticed their shared look just now? Or worse, what if he approached her, tried to talk to her?

She couldn’t let that happen.

Keeping her gaze on Eret and the Grand Duke – away from him so as not to encourage him in any way –  took all her concentration and focus. But she had to do it. She just had to. Everything else was unacceptable. And keeping her eyes on them, away from him, was all she could manage. She wasn’t able to listen, didn’t register the words her father said. But then, it probably wasn’t that much of a speech anyway. All Eret had done to be granted the honour of getting knighted was being born into the right family and reaching the required age of twenty-one, after all.

She saw how Eret kneeled down in front of her father and rose again as Sir Eret III. She saw how Eret received the traditional helmet of the castle’s guard and an ornate sword and scabbard, but it barely registered in her mind. For such a long time, she’d been looking forward to this special moment for her best friend, but now that it was here, she hardly noticed any of it.

Because all she noticed was how Hiccup’s eyes rested on her at every single moment.

Belatedly, she joined in into the general applause, and sighed in relief when her father declared this part of the night to be over. The vast crowd turned and filed out of the throne room to go to the great hall for the banquet, and now that there were no longer hundreds of eyes on her, she dared to let her guard down a bit.

Without intending to do so, her gaze flickered toward Hiccup for an instant, and their eyes met. He was watching her with an expression of confusion and longing – the same emotions that had ruled her every thought since he’d kissed her. And it didn’t help to see them so blatantly and obviously mirrored on his face, not one bit. He made an attempt to take a step in her direction, but she shook her head, once, and turned away again. Not here, not now.

It was a good thing that Eret was just done accepting her father’s personal congratulations, and now turned toward her and Daniel. He was a welcome distraction, and she forced herself to turn all her attention to him.

Before he could say anything though, Daniel smirked and nodded towards their father’s private office. “Let’s go over there. It’s still a little too crowded here for my taste.” And he was right. There were still people lingering, obviously hoping to speak with the King or Grand Duke, and it wasn’t an audience either of them liked.

As the three of them entered the office, Daniel immediately lounged down on a couch standing in the more informal corner of the room, while Eret walked past her and stiffly sat down on a chair. Astrid was about to follow them, not really caring about whether her wide skirts would fit into the armchair, when she noticed that they weren’t alone.

Hiccup had followed them, and now stood timidly by the door.

. o O o .

Hiccup wasn’t able to tear his eyes away from her. Yes, this was Eret’s accolade, one of the most important moments in his friend's life, but Hiccup simply couldn’t concentrate on anything but her. It helped that he probably wasn’t the only one, that there surely were dozens of people in this room who covertly had their eyes on her. It wasn’t like he stood out.

At some point, Eret kneeled down and stood up again, received the symbols of his new status, and then there was a bit of a commotion as everyone turned to leave the room. Hiccup made attempts to leave as well, but Eret held him back.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, but then left him standing.

Unsure what to do, Hiccup stayed where he was, awkwardly singled out. His gaze shifted through the room, as he tried hard to not look at the Princess. He watched Eret getting congratulated by the King, and noticed another older men standing to the side, scrutinising him dismissively. From his look, he had to be Lord Eret I, and Hiccup quickly looked away, hoping the man wouldn’t recognise him. Gods, this room was a political battlefield. Why had he agreed to come here?

The answer was easy, though. Without being able to keep himself from doing so, he looked back at where Astrid stood, just as she looked at him for a brief instant, too. When their eyes met, he unconsciously stepped towards her – but froze again as she shook her head at him and then turned away.  

He swallowed at the motion, and somehow found the strength to likewise look away.  Firmly keeping his eyes on Eret, he saw how his cousin bobbed his head in agreement at the Prince’s comment, and, without another word, the royal siblings went for the indicated door. Eret let them walk past him, and then beckoned him to follow.

Hiccup hesitated, not sure whether doing so really was a wise idea. The Princess hadn’t wanted him to approach her, hadn’t wanted him to get closer. But Eret repeated his order to follow him, more urgent this time, and Hiccup couldn’t defy him. He was his master for real now, no pretending anymore. With a sinking heart, he limped toward the door that Eret still held open for him.  

Beyond the door turned out to be an L-shaped sitting room, cosily appointed and well-lit from fine glass windows. Straight ahead stood an impressive writing desk with an ornate chair behind and two simpler ones in front of it, but they were all empty. To the side, however, was a more comfortable and informal looking suite where the Prince and Eret just sat down. Not knowing what to do with himself, Hiccup jerkily stood by the door at attention, shifting his weight to relieve the pain in his leg. The two royals and Eret, however, all visibly relaxed, as if some invisible weight was lifted off their shoulders.

Hiccup did his best to ignore them, to not listen in on their probably private conversation, and to not stare at her like the pathetic failure he was.

. o O o .

Her first reaction was panic. But he wasn’t looking at her, didn’t make any approach to talk to her. He just stood there, looking at no-one in particular, and seemed to wait for something.

Astrid forced herself to calm down. Neither Daniel nor Eret seemed to notice or worry about his presence, so making a scene now by sending him away would only attract too much attention.

With deliberate calmness, she sat down as well, trying to ignore his presence, just as Daniel leaned over toward Eret, and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Ah, look at you! You’re more dressed up than a prized goose for the high table!” he snickered, and then ran his fingers down through the hem of the embroidered tabard.

Eret groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’m walking this stiffly in self-defence, mind you. The leather is so new that I dare not move too quickly for fear of my blisters having blisters.”

Astrid forced herself to join in on the laughter at that comment, even though her mind was fully occupied by the silent figure standing by the doorway. Only a couple of hours ago, she’d been sure that she would never see him again. But now, here he was, standing only a few steps away from her, and all she could think about was how she wanted for Eret and Daniel to… to not be here so that she could walk over and cuddle into his warm embrace again. But to do so would...

Her thoughts were interrupted by Eret turning to her.

“Hey, Swanja,” he greeted her, calling her by the playful nickname he’d used for her ever since she remembered. Everyone thought he was referring to House Hofferson’s heraldic animal, and only she, Eret, and few others knew better. “You know, I’m a little hurt you weren’t there to greet me earlier. I was so looking forward to seeing you again.���

It took her distracted mind a bit longer than usual to notice the mockingly reproachful look he gave her. But then she remembered how to appropriately react, rolled her eyes at him, and they both laughed. “If you wanted to see me, you should have come to the stables.” she replied. Yes, he should have been there. And she still couldn’t decide whether she was grateful for his absence or not.

“Just wait, by the end of your visit in three months, you’ll be fed up with her again,” Daniel commented dryly. “And you’ll need the nine months of summer before you can endure her again next winter, just like every year.” The fond smile with the impish gleam in his eyes served well to take the edge out of his words, but she knew her brother well enough anyway. They adored each other, even though that didn’t keep her from throwing him a deadly glare.

Daniel grinned, before turning back to Eret. “But in earnest now. Congratulations. You already look more respectable with that sword and helmet under your arm. And with that cloth confection.”

“Thanks,” Eret said with a dry smile, placed the mentioned sword and helmet onto the low table between them, and then nodded in her direction. “But I’m not so sure about her. Is she really still as annoying as she used to be?”

As so often, they made a show of talking about her as if she wasn’t there. In their case, it was a game and only meant to tease her. Usually, she didn’t mind that as much since she knew they weren’t serious. Not like so many others were. But today, getting left out of the conversation only served to let her concentration waver. And that could become dangerous today.

“I mean, look at her,” Eret continued, winking. “She’s all grown up. My little Swanja almost looks like a real lady. I might even fall for her.”

“Right…” Astrid rolled her eyes at him. She knew very well that Eret wouldn’t fall for her, but she couldn’t exactly say so. Not with Daniel right there, and their fathers right on the other side of the door.

“Oho! Now there’s a joyous event looming on the horizon,” her brother exclaimed, grinning. “I wish you good luck with her, but at least you already know what you’re bargaining for. Better you than some other poor fellow. But maybe you’re right,” he added after a short pause, throwing her a playful smirk. “She certainly has some new more ladylike hobbies. Ask her about her flower garden if you have an hour to kill.”

Eret looked at her questioningly, and Astrid sighed.

“It is not so much my garden as it is Master Mulch’s,” she explained, grateful for finally being able to participate in the conversation. She still could feel Hiccup’s presence in the room, and ignoring him was becoming harder with every second. “And it’s not a flower garden, either. It’s his physic garden. You know, where he grows all his herbs and healing plants. Fishlegs taught me their purpose, and I sometimes help him to tend and treat them. It’s really fascinating.”

At that, Eret nodded. “That makes more sense. I was worried there for a moment, you know.” He smirked. “Feared you might turn into a Princess after all. But learning to become a healer of some sort instead? Yeah, that sounds more like you.”

Astrid poked her tongue out at him, and then they all began to laugh. This playful banter with Eret and her brother, it was so easy, so liberating. With them, she didn’t need to wear this mask, and at least now, for this short moment, she could be herself.

“But tell me, Astrid,” Daniel said, changing the topic. “Since you’ve certainly  seen the horses already, do you think there’s a suitable replacement for Bento among them?”

. o O o .

She hadn’t even reacted.

Biting his lip, Hiccup stared at the plush carpet beneath his feet, woven with a vivid pattern of a woodland meadow and lake filled with swans, and tried to ignore the growing desperation in his heart. She’d seen him standing here, in this secluded room and with only her brother and his cousin being here, too. He didn’t know what he had expected, maybe a nod or even a silent word. Or, if she thought him impertinent for showing up, then she could have sent him away.

But she didn’t react in any way. As if he wasn’t important enough to even think twice about.

Instead, Astrid laughed and smiled, and Hiccup’s heart ached at seeing the familiarity between the three of them. Rather than listen and intrude on their cheerful reunion, obvious in the playful banter and teasing, he tuned them out completely as Eret greeted her in a familiar tone.

Seeing her like this, carefree laughing and smiling… It served to raise a painful uncertainty in his heart. If this was how she behaved naturally, who she was when she didn’t need to be the Princess… Did that mean that he'd interpreted too much into those hours they’d spend together? Was it possible that this behaviour, lighthearted and open, was how she always was? It certainly fit with how Eret had described her. That she'd just been friendly to him because that was how she always was. She surely hadn't encouraged him when he'd wanted to approach her.

Was he making a fool of himself? What had he expected anyway? He'd accompanied Eret without the slightest bit of a plan. All he knew was that he'd wanted to see her again, and that he hoped that... that...

...that what?

That she felt the same for him as he felt for her, this strange longing that seemed to pull him toward her, unexplainable yet unavoidable? That they could talk somehow, solve this confusion, and continue where her warder had interrupted them earlier? That they could make this work, whatever this might be, despite the difference in their status?

All these wishes were absurd. And they had been so right from the beginning, even before he'd formulated them in his mind just now. But now that he saw her with her friends and family, saw how he hadn't been anything special to her...

No, he'd been a fool. He shouldn't be here. It had all just been a pipe dream, conjured up by his mind as a reason to keep fighting against forgetting his past, a reason why he should keep pursuing his search.

Biting his lip, Hiccup partially tore himself out of his thoughts to look at her one last time. The idea that he might have been wrong after all hurt. But in a way, it hurt even more to see her laughing so freely again. He yearned to be the one who made her laugh like this, who made her happy. But he was fooling himself, and the sooner he accepted that the better.

The Prince said something, words he didn’t quite take in, but they had quite an effect on her. She sobered up in an instant, paled slightly, and he thought her eyes flickered in his direction. But just like before, she put back on her warm smile in an instant, and it confused him even more.

Before he could think about this, however, Eret turned and beckoned him over.

"Right, good thing you remind me," Eret said, his words directed at the royal siblings. "Daniel, you were asking whom I trusted enough to take care of our horses. Well, this is a cousin of mine. He's also going to be my squire; his name is Hiccup..." Eret trailed off at the end, apparently uncertain whether or what to add. But there was nothing to add.

Both, the Prince and the Princess rose and turned toward him, but he fought to not look at Astrid. It wasn't customary, he reminded himself. She was a woman, and therefore, in opposition to the customs he was raised to, not as important. So he kept his eyes on the Prince, bowing appropriately, and somehow he was glad to avoid the direct contact with her. "Your Royal Highness," he murmured. "It is an honour."

The Prince hesitated, but then reached out his hand toward him. "Hiccup," he said slowly, eyeing him thoughtfully as they shook hands. He shared a brief glance with Eret, and Hiccup could practically hear the silent communication between them. Then the Prince nodded briefly, and threw him a weird look, just as if he knew... "I'm glad Eret already found a squire in you. It's good..." he trailed off, not spelling out what Hiccup could clearly see in the Prince's eyes. Yes, he definitely knew who Hiccup was. And accepted the fact that Eret didn't say any more.

"Thank you, Highness," he said, trying to keep the uncertainty from showing on his face as he smiled. "I'm grateful to House Jag'r for taking me in, and to E – to Sir Eret for offering me this position."

Talking to this man who would be his King one day felt weird. It should be a formal setting, but the atmosphere in this little office was too familiar for that, and it affected him, too. He felt himself relax, and it became increasingly harder to maintain formal behaviour. And thinking about how things could have – no, should have been made this conversation even more awkward.

He also was painfully aware of the Princess standing beside them, listening but not saying a single word. She seemed distant and aloof again, not at all the witty girl he'd met in the stables or who he'd watched just now, laughing with her brother and friend. He should turn and greet her now, knew it was what was expected of him, but he couldn't do it. He didn't know how or what to say.

There was a moment of awkward silence, before the Princess interrupted it, ignoring him completely. "To answer your question," she said, directed at her brother. "Yes, there are suitable replacements for Bento, I'd say. But I'd like to ask you to take better care of them. These animals are incredible, it's such a waste to lose them at the rate you do." It sounded playful, but Hiccup thought he detected a slightly bitter tone in her voice. However, neither of the other men reacted to that, so he'd probably just imagined it. They knew her far better, after all.

"Hey, it's not my fault if those malarian cowards keep attacking our horses instead of fighting fair, man against man," the Prince exclaimed. "I'd happily settle those disputes in a fair duel, but no, they keep ambushing us in the strangest places. I honestly have no idea how they are able to guess where we will be."

The Princess frowned, and was about to reply when Eret forestalled her possible tirade.

"Wait, wait, you've seen the war stallions already?" he asked disbelievingly. "But..." he trailed off, looking perplexedly at Hiccup who shrugged and nodded, and then groaned. "So you've seen Markor, too? Odin, and here I thought I could surprise you only once. But I should have known you would go straight to those stables."

A sly smile crossed the Princess' face. "Yes, I've seen him. And thank you so much. He's magnificent!"

Grumbling, Eret accepted her thanks, but then blinked and perked his head up again. "But… then you already met Hiccup here, right? You could have mentioned that, you know?"

Those last words were directed at Hiccup, and he nervously scratched his neck. What should he say now? What could he have said earlier? That the Princess had been there, that she’d already seen her gift, that Eret’s surprise was spoiled, and – oh, he’d kissed her, by the way, was in the process of falling for her, and falling hard… No, he hadn’t been able to tell Eret anything of that. But before he could come up with a believable excuse, the Princess spoke up again.

"Don't be angry at him," she pleaded. "I... I asked him not to tell you. I didn't want to spoil the surprise."

Hiccup looked up in astonishment, finally, actually looked at her, and saw the hidden plea in her eyes to play along. Perplexedly, he nodded when Eret looked at him questioningly, but couldn't bring himself to say anything. What game was she playing?

"Well, if it was on your order, I can't blame him, I guess," Eret mumbled.

"Thank you," the Princess said, beaming. Then she turned toward Hiccup again. "And thank you, too, Master Hiccup," she said, holding out her hand toward him, just like she'd done at the stables already. "For showing me the horses."

Those were the same words she'd said before, and they gave him a painful sting. Was that all she'd cared about? The horses?

Dutifully, he bent to breathe another kiss over the back of her hand, and repeated his answer, "It was a pleasure, milady." The words left a bittersweet aftertaste on his tongue. They were still true, but now thinking about this fact just hurt.

He straightened, and planned to bid his farewell and flee her presence, when she added: "And for everything else."

The words came out as barely more than a whisper, and he wasn't even entirely sure whether he'd heard them correctly. They had sounded heavy and meaningful, calling to him and trying to emit more than could be said with those few words. Hiccup dared to look up at her once more, to look her in the eyes and search for a sign, any hint as to what was happening inside her head right now. And for a brief moment, he saw it. The confusion, the fear, and the desire. He saw this unexplainable longing that seemed to pull him toward her in her eyes as well. He saw it all, clear and undilated, before she closed up again, smiled, and turned her attention back to her brother again.

And left his head spinning and his heart racing once again.

Next Chapter

#For The Love Of A Princess #hiccstrid fanfiction #hiccstrid #httyd #httyd fanfiction #httyd fandom #hiccstrid otp #shipmistress9

[compendiumhistoria]

Some less talked abt (game-based) OCs 

Paisley Campbell: a disgraced former priest turned sea captain in the Fallen London & Sunless Sea ‘verse, whose crew were haunted by dreams after their Captain got taken by an entity called The Lady Black at the bottom of the sea. There, they live immortal at Her side. Paisley is serious, but unabashed and rather scandalous for it. [Pinterest board] 

Osmond Campbell: Paisley’s son, left in London with the many stories and letters Paisley left him, Oz is oddly blessed by the Lady Black as he goes out to sea, looking for what happened to Paisley. Oz is a bit absentminded, but smart, has a habit of finding things others don’t. [Pinterest board] 

Iris Newman: a dying eldritch being who latched itself to an unborn child, as main character for The Passenger interactive novel, Iris is what The Being calls its husk form, as they try to gather their power and finally leave the mortal coil of earth... if they don’t die first. Iris is flashy, haughty, and pretends to be unaffected by humanity... to their limited success. [Pinterest board]

I could put so many GW2 OCs here although a lot of them have a block on the /OCs page at least. But super special mention to a light of my life from GW2: 

Rhysan of Night, a sylvari guardian who was training to be a Vigil soldier until a bad run in with the Nightmare Court changed him and his life. After years of running, he found friendship and more in Cameliar, starting a romantic relationship. Rhysan is reserved and stubborn, protective almost to a fault. [Pinterest board]

#Kris.txt #Paisley #(Paisley is So Interesting and I wanna build them as a D&D character at Some point. mb. hm.) #Osmond #Iris #Rhysan

[trustmeimawitch]

NPCs

NPCs are non-player characters that act as ‘extras’ or ‘supporting cast’ to the RP narrative. I use the term NPC, also, to mean 'minor characters'.

On my blogs, there are several NPCs I may bring in to use within threads and plots. These NPCs can be moved within the story, helping to advance plot, adding drama–etc. etc. As I have created most of these NPCs, I’d prefer writing and directing them myself, in the majority of cases. Plotting is always preferred if we use NPCs extensively in our plots/threads. Some NPCs can be played by my partners--it's all a matter of circumstance/plot depending.

Some of these NPCs are from AUs, past RPs, deceased, and might only be mentioned in passing.

The FCs I use are only for reference as to what these NPC’s look like. It is highly unlikely I will use icons of them for threads.

More NPCs will be added as I create them (or remember them!).

Rowan Myles - Neoma’s daughter in some AUs. (FYI I’d love to do more stuff with her and Neo, okay?) - FC:  Laneya Grace | Tag

Caroline Slater - Charlie’s ex-wife, Aaron & Jamie’s mother - FC: Jane Fonda | Tag

Mikayla ‘Kay’ Slater - Aaron & Jamie’s deceased half-sister, CJ’s mother, Mason’s former lover.. FC: Lauren Cohan | Tag

Ludlow - Owner of Ludlow’s bar. Handles a lot of black market shit. Ugly demon. No FC yet

Gavin aka Thomas - Dylan’s maker & master. Soultaker demon. Deceased (yay!). FC: Richard Armitage | Tag

Adeline Davenport- Mara’s mother, Andy & Vinnie’s maternal grandmother. She is human with no witchy talents. FC:  Isabelle Huppert | Tag

Victor Pierce Halliwell - Andy & Aiden’s ( @thewiccanmechanic ) son in v; a charmed life. No FC yet

Elizabeth - Dylan’s wife. She died back in the late 1500′s when Dylan was still human/before he became a demon. FC when he was human before he became a demon. No set FC, though in  v; love is not an option. our love is never free with Faith ( @faithiiisms ) I use Eliza Dushku (for reincarnation plot reasons) so that may be what I’ll settle on, or someone with similar features? IDK

Nadya - Mason’s former lover. She died back in 1880 something in childbirth (I need to review my timelines for an exact date but that’s for a later update).  FC:  Oona Chaplin   |Tag

Jasmine Carter - Carter’s daughter. She lives most of the time with her mom. FC: Madison Pettis | Tag

Ethan Slater - Charlie’s brother. Aaron & Jamie’s uncle. Demigod. Deceased. He died in 1954. (toying with the idea of making an AU/Verse because I did enjoy playing him in the last AU I had). FC: Stephen Amell | Tag

Eleanor Slater - Charlie’s mother. Aaron & Jamie’s grandmother. Demigod. Deceased. She died in 2014. FC: Tamsin Egerton | Tag

Sylvie Hall- Nancy’s right-hand woman. She���s a vampire who was sired in the 1970s. She’s loyal to Nancy, having semi taken her under her wing. FC: Tracy Ifeachor | Tag

Bernice Dolan - a witch and high priestess of The Hallowed Circle Coven. She was one of the coven members responsible for murdering Victor Foster. FC: Dianne Wiest | Tag

Victoria Patience Foster - Male!Andy & Aiden’s (@thewiccanmechanic) daughter in v; annoyed at first sight. No FC yet.

Tobias Thorne - a warlock and high priest of the Hallowed Circle Coven. He was among those in the coven who murdered Victor Foster.  FC: Peter Mensah | Tag

Gregory Carlyle - Carla’s  older step brother. Kind of a pain in her ass. No FC yet.

Kathy O’Connell - Aaron’s ex-girlfriend. One of the few he loved, and would’ve settled down with. She left him after a personal tragedy. Broke his heart. FC: Carey Mulligan | Tag

Myriam - Neoma’s mother. She was royalty in another realm/world, who fled to Earth escaping imprisonment. She gave birth to her daughter shortly before she was found and forced to return, leaving Neoma behind for her own protection. FC: Lauren German | Tag

Osmond - Neoma's father. He was a witch who was Myriam's confidant in Scintil. He aided her in her crimes, but left her service when his conscience got the better of him. He took the fall for her later, and was killed in an attempt to keep the truth of her crimes secret. No FC yet.

Alden - Myriam’s Uncle/Neoma’s Great Uncle. He took the throne after Myriam fled and grows more corrupted by the day. No FC yet.

Shane - Jamie's friend and band member of Graceful Mile. Keyboardist and background vocals. No FC yet.

Reese - Jamie's friend and band member of Graceful Mile. Drummer. No FC yet.

Chris - Jamie's friend and band member of Graceful Mile. Bassist. No FC yet.

Danica Franklin - Member of the Kindheart coven, young witch. She doesn't get along with Andy. Antagonist, generally. No FC yet.

#NPCs #long post #long post tw #long post for ts #I've been working on this for the last week

[adventures-in-raverun]

The night before it all began

[Context: before the first session, everyone was given a note. It was a dream they had the night before they were to head to the Greater Pint, each for their own reasons.] 

Adora:

You were tasked by the head of your house to deliver a letter to the Mayor Totentile of Jan'Ton. Being new to the ranks and respect of the nobility and one of the youngest amongst the other soldiers, the tedious tasks fall to you. Upon delivery, the mayor brought to your attention of a barkeep who is victim to mysterious bandits, and he cannot spare guards at the moment.  The mayor asked you to head to the Greater Pint and speak with the barkeep, Osmund and assist in any way possible. The Mayor promised he would reward you in addition to what Osmund will offer, with a letter of praise to send home to your queen.

 The night before you had planned to go to the bar, your sleep is dark and dreamless to start. You find yourself surrounded in this murky darkness, falling, falling further, and falling until you land on a web of thin golden threads.

 You half expect to fall through the threads, but they hold firm. You manage to push yourself up, staring at the threads.

 A gust of wind passes your face, almost cradling it forward. You look and see nothing but a sea of darkness in front. The webbing that you can see is only within a 5 ft radius.

 "You who walk the path of glory." You hear calling out to you. The voice doesn't have an origin, it seems to come from everywhere, and yet nowhere at once.

 Suddenly, you see what seem to be two eyes open far ahead of you. The eyes have no pupil nor iris, but you feel a wintery chill as the eyes focus on you.

 "Your path will be changing soon. It'll have ups and downs, new allies you never expected, and a chance to do more than you dreamed."

 A face is now visible, pale with frozen seeming blue lips that release fog as they breathe. Hair falling to the face's side, it is long and dark, with hints of blue.

 The figure smiles as you stare at it.  

 "You're ready for this, Adora. Fear not what lies before you."

 The face disappears, and everything goes dark before you awake to a new day. Head towards the Greater Pint and speak to Osmund.

Atarah:

You've been on the run from the Basajuan for months. You made it to Jan'Ton in hopes of getting some spare change from hunting creatures you knew how to hunt. You were given a few hunts and made some change, and was about to head out of town when you decided to spend some of your extra coin for a drink and a final night over at the Greater Pint. That night, you got into a fight with a rather rude citizen who tried to "charm" you into spending a night with them, the asshole. After a table was smashed the local guards were called and you ended up in a cell for the night. The constable noticed your wanted poster from a recently received message from the Basajuan and plans on turning you to them in the morning.

 That night, your sleep is dark and dreamless to start. You find yourself surrounded in this murky darkness, falling, falling further, and falling until you land on a web of thin golden threads.

 You half expect to fall through the threads, but they hold firm. You manage to push yourself up, staring at the threads.

 A gust of wind passes your face, almost cradling it forward. You look and see nothing but a sea of darkness in front. The webbing that you can see is only within a 5 ft radius.

 "You who seek the path of revenge." You hear calling out to you. The voice doesn't have an origin, it seems to come from everywhere, and yet nowhere at once.

 Suddenly, you see what seem to be two eyes open far ahead of you. The eyes have no pupil nor iris, but you feel a wintery chill as the eyes focus on you.

 "Your path will be changing soon. It'll have ups and downs, new allies you never expected, and a chance to do more than you dreamed."

 A face is now visible, pale with frozen seeming blue lips that release fog as they breathe. Hair falling to the face's side, it is long and dark, with hints of blue.

 The figure smiles as you stare at it.  

 "Despite what you may think Atarah, the gods do listen. You're ready for what fate has in store."

 The face disappears, and everything goes dark before you awake to a new day. You're in the local jail cell before you hear the jangling of keys and footsteps approaching. The constable appears, clearly upset.

"Someone came and paid good money to see you out of here. Don't cause any more trouble, brat." He grumbled. As much as you want to sass him right back, you're more interested in getting out before getting caught by the Basajuan.

"And before you skip town, you owe the barkeep a favor. Head back to the Greater Pint and talk to Osmund. He'll give you the go-ahead when you're done."

Perhaps it’s best to see what that grumbly barkeep wants before leaving, so you head towards the Greater Pint to repay your debt. Hopefully that shitty drunk you fought the night before isn't there.

Fairuz

Sent on a quest by Bella Ashar, you've been traveling the Basajuan Forest without incident. Bella Ashar opened a portal through a tree and sent to towards the center, and with a nod, you jumped into the challenge set before you. You've been wandering the woods for a tad over two weeks, getting to understand the plant and animal life in this new environment.

Your travels have led you to a town called Jan'Ton. It's larger than your hometown, it's almost stuffy with how many people live in the city.

The people are kind if a bit intrusive in their questions, but harmless nonetheless. You've found shelter outside the city and have been going in and out to get a better understanding and a decent lead on where to start your journey. A young boy who you've been trading herbs with mentioned the Greater Pint, a bar with a help board. He suggested maybe it'll have something useful.

The night before you had planned to go to the bar, your sleep is dark and dreamless to start. You find yourself surrounded by this murky darkness, falling, falling further, and falling until you land on a web of thin golden threads.

 You half expect to fall through the threads, but they hold firm. You manage to push yourself up, staring at the threads.

 A gust of wind passes your face, almost cradling it forward. You look and see nothing but a sea of darkness in front. The webbing that you can see is only within a 5 ft radius.

 "You who tread the path of discovery." You hear calling out to you. The voice doesn't have an origin, it seems to come from everywhere, and yet nowhere at once.

 Suddenly, you see what seem to be two eyes open far ahead of you. The eyes have no pupil nor iris, but you feel a wintery chill as the eyes focus on you.

 "Your path will be changing soon. It'll have ups and downs, new allies you never expected, and a chance to do more than you dreamed."

 A face is now visible, pale with frozen seeming blue lips that release fog as they breathe. Hair falling to the face's side, it is long and dark, with hints of blue.

 The figure smiles as you stare at it.  

 "She was wise to send you Fairuz, you are more capable than she lets on."

 The face disappears, and everything goes dark before you awake to a new day. Head towards the Greater Pint and speak to Osmund.

Satarra

You've taken a quest to end the life of a person living a few days away from Jan'Ton.  It was an easy enough kill, you went into the house during their sleep and made it look as if they died peacefully. The small lightning scars that mark their heart say otherwise.

Your reward is being held at a bar known as the Greater Pint in the city of Jan'Ton. Your client simply said to meet with Osmund, and deliver a bag with the teeth and the eye of the deceased person. Which you have at your side, hidden of course.

 The night before you had planned to go to the bar, your sleep is dark and dreamless to start. You find yourself surrounded in this murky darkness, falling, falling further, and falling until you land on a web of thin golden threads.

 You half expect to fall through the threads, but they hold firm. You manage to push yourself up, staring at the threads.

 A gust of wind passes your face, almost cradling it forward. You look and see nothing but a sea of darkness in front. The webbing that you can see is only within a 5 ft radius.

 "You who  marches towards a marred destiny." You hear calling out to you. The voice doesn't have an origin, it seems to come from everywhere, and yet nowhere at once.

 Suddenly, you see what seem to be two eyes open far ahead of you. The eyes have no pupil nor iris, but you feel a wintery chill as the eyes focus on you.

 "Your path will be changing soon. It'll have ups and downs, new allies you never expected, and a chance to do more than you dreamed."

 A face is now visible, pale with frozen seeming blue lips that release fog as they breathe. Hair falling to the face's side, it is long and dark, with hints of blue.

 The figure smiles as you stare at it.  

 "You're far much more than you've set yourself up for Satarra. Sink not closer to the level of those you seek to end. "

 The face disappears, and everything goes dark before you awake to a new day. Head towards the Greater Pint and speak to Osmond.

Toradin

Since hearing of Imbryl's sighting, you packed up your bags and left the temple. You stop every now and again when needed, and you're close to Potentia. In your travels, you have not heard of another sighting, nor can you find which city in Potentia he was spotted in. It would only be a matter of time till you can put this rumor, and your fretful heart to rest.

The city you're currently in, Jan'Ton, is one of the border cities to Potentia. You simply need a two-day journey to enter the country. Two days closer to finding out the truth.

To ease the expenses of the journey, you've been staying at temples to Moradin, and assisting the other clerics, priests, and clergy who live there. The temple here in Jan'Ton is smaller than the one in Odyra, but it has a nice homely touch to it.

The head priest calls your attention as you are preparing for the next leg of your journey. He asks for your help in solving a case for him. A local bar is losing food in the night, and the establishment has not had any signs of a break-in. He hopes you can help the barkeep, Osmond, find out. There is a small reward being offered, and the priest noted the Greater Pint is the best place for information in the city, so helping Osmond with his issue is a great way to learn information about Potentia, Imbryl, or the source of the rumor.

 The night before you had planned to go to the bar, your sleep is dark and dreamless to start. You find yourself surrounded in this murky darkness, falling, falling further, and falling until you land on a web of thin golden threads.

 You half expect to fall through the threads, but they hold firm. You manage to push yourself up, staring at the threads.

 A gust of wind passes your face, almost cradling it forward. You look and see nothing but a sea of darkness in front. The webbing that you can see is only within a 5 ft radius.

 "You who strikes with the truth of knowledge." You hear calling out to you. The voice doesn't have an origin, it seems to come from everywhere, and yet nowhere at once.

 Suddenly, you see what seem to be two eyes open far ahead of you. The eyes have no pupil nor iris, but you feel a wintery chill as the eyes focus on you.

 "Your path will be changing soon. It'll have ups and downs, new allies you never expected, and a chance to do more than you dreamed."

 A face is now visible, pale with frozen seeming blue lips that release fog as they breathe. Hair falling to the face's side, it is long and dark, with hints of blue.

 The figure smiles as you stare at it.  

 "Worry not for his life Toradin, for your strength and ability will forge your way to him. "

 The face disappears, and everything goes dark before you awake to a new day. Head towards the Greater Pint and speak to Osmund.

Zunkar

Since leaving the Forest of the Raven Queen, you've been enjoying your travels . And by enjoying I mean flirting with lots of pretty women. You've been told that the town of Jan'Ton is well known for it's drinks and the pretty folk who help serve them. When you get there you hear word that one of the barkeeps is offering a good chunk of change for hard work, and you could use the money. He's also known for the best ale in town. You decide to head over and see what this Osmund wants. The night before you had planned to go to the bar, your sleep is dark and dreamless to start. You find yourself surrounded in this murky darkness, falling, falling further, and falling until you land on a web of thin golden threads. 

You half expect to fall through the threads, but they hold firm. You manage to push yourself up, staring at the threads. 

A gust of wind passes your face, almost cradling it forward. You look and see nothing but a sea of darkness in front. The webbing that you can see is only within a 5 ft radius. 

"You who embarks on a new conquest" You hear calling out to you. The voice doesn't have an origin, it seems to come from everywhere, and yet nowhere at once. Suddenly, you see what seem to be two eyes open far ahead of you. The eyes have no pupil nor iris, but you feel a wintery chill as the eyes focus on you. 

"Your path will be changing soon. It'll have ups and downs, new allies you never expected, and a chance to do more than you dreamed." A face is now visible, pale with frozen seeming blue lips that release fog as they breathe. Hair falling to the face's side, it is long and dark, with hints of blue. The figure smiles as you stare at it.

"I've seen you fight Zunkar. You're ready." The face disappears, and everything goes dark before you awake to a new day. Head towards the Greater Pint and speak to Osmund.

#story #adventures in raverun

[krshush]

The Sunless Skies avatar generator was released and I’m v excited abt it

So of course I made priest-captain Paisley, their child Osmond, and what I think my Sky-Captain will look like?

#K.R. can't play Sunless Sea #Captain Paisley #should I post these to Twitter for them to count on the Kickstarter or...? #Hm.

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GOMA, Democratic Republic of Congo/GENEVA (Reuters) – Ebola’s arrival in eastern Congo’s main city of Goma severely raises the risk of the virus spreading if it takes root in this metropolis near the border with Rwanda, the World Health Organisation (WHO) warned on Monday. U.N. officials and donors met in Geneva to discuss how to tackle the world’s second worst epidemic, which has infected 2,500 people and killed 1,655 in the lush farmlands of eastern Democratic Republic of Congo. A toxic mix of armed militias and a deep-rooted mistrust of health officials by communities have hampered efforts to halt the virus. Goma, a lakeside city more than 350 kilometres (220 miles) south of where the outbreak was first detected, got its first case on Sunday. That raised fears Ebola could accelerate into one of Africa’s most densely populated areas and over the Rwanda border. “The case in Goma could potentially be a gamechanger in this epidemic,” WHO Director-General Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus told the meeting. “It is a gateway to the region and the world.” The patient who brought Ebola to Goma was a priest who became infected during a visit to the town of Butembo, 200 km (124 miles) north of Goma, where he interacted with Ebola patients, Congo’s health ministry said in a statement. He was taken back to a clinic in Butembo on Monday. “Due to the speed with which the patient has been identified and isolated, as well as the identification of all bus passengers from Butembo, the risk of spreading to the rest of the city of Goma remains low,” the ministry said. WHO emergencies chief Mike Ryan said they had identified 60 contacts, including 18 who were on the bus with the priest, and half of them have been vaccinated. EBOLA WORKERS UNDER ATTACK Goma had been preparing for the arrival of Ebola for a year, setting up hand-washing stations and making sure moto-taxi drivers do not share helmets. “There is a grave risk of a major increase in numbers, or spread to new locations – as we’ve heard today in Goma,” said Josie Golding, a specialist on epidemics at the Wellcome Trust global health charity. Ebola causes diarrhoea, vomiting and hemorrhagic fever and can be spread through bodily fluids. An epidemic between 2013 and 2016 killed more than 11,300 people in West Africa. While the technology for fighting it, including vaccines and special treatment units, is better than ever, trust between health workers and the community is low — and militia violence is preventing them from accessing remote areas. Unidentified attackers killed two Ebola health workers near Mukulia in North Kivu province over the weekend, the latest in a string of assaults this year that have injured or killed dozens of responders. “Every attack gives Ebola an opportunity to spread. Ebola gets a free ride,” Ghebreyesus said. Apart from insecurity, the biggest challenge is money, officials said. “If we don’t raise more resources … it is not going to be possible to bring this outbreak under control,” the U.N.’s humanitarian chief Mark Lowcock told Reuters. “The need is for money, not next week, or next month or later in the year. The need is for money now.” (Reporting by Fiston Mahamba,; Writing by Edward McAllister,; Editing by Tim Cocks and Ed Osmond)