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darthvaderofmiddle-earth · 7 months

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Story of the Forgemasters

A thousand years ago, the Dwarves had a thriving society where they expanded the mines greatly. The mines provided valuable metals and coal for the forges, wherein the Forgemasters worked.

The Forgemasters were the heads of Dwarven society, to the point kings, queens, and monarchs, all bowed to them. They were a step below the Forgemasters.

Forgemasters were in charge of providing society with the necessary materials to craft, live, and expand society.

The capital city of Dwarves was called Dramina. Every city was interconnected through mines leading to Dramina.

But one day, the Dwarves encountered the Great Folly, where they struck the core of the world itself, and caused an earthquake. The mines collapsed, trapping the Dwarves inside, and all cities but Dramina crumbled. The Dwarves seemingly perished. But they had little contact with the world above, with Humans, and considering the caves collapsed, there was no exit to the above world now. Therefore, Humans thought the Dwarves extinct, as they did not see them for a thousand years or more.

That's when Skarr and Velfor's story begins. Velfor was the king of Dramina, but all his Forgemasters died in the Great Folly. Dwarves live for over a thousand years each, and thus, Velfor saw his entire people almost die entirely.

When the Human Skarr, named Steven at the time, was at his university, he took a deep interest in Dwarven studies. He wanted to major in them. But the Dwarves by this point we're merely myths to Humanity. Nobody could enter the mines which had collapsed, because they were too unstable and would crush and trap inside anyone who entered.

Steven, however, went against this. He went into a mine and found the entrance to none other than Dramina, and carved pictures of the story of how the first Forgemaster came to exist, and how important they were in comparison to the monarch.

However, as he went deeper in, Steven found the carvings abruptly cut off as rubble filled the cavern, and former carvings joined the piles in the collapsed cavern. Steven fell down sobbing. It was nearly hopeless to recover anything from the deceased Dwarven society.

However, Velfor appeared from behind, and scolded Steven for risking his life to come here. He said the cavern could fall again at any moment, and get him killed.

Steven turned around and found a Dwarf. A living, breathing Dwarf, donning the crown in the carving.

He was a king. Specifically, a Draminan king.

Steven ceased crying, and asked how he survived. Velfor said a few Dwarves made it through the Grand Folly, but they were trapped in the remains of Dramina. Steven dug the first exit to the surface in over a thousand years.

Steven posed something: what if he dug more? What if he dug out all the mines and rebuilt them? With better protection this time, and recovered Dramina?

Velfor said that was impossible. The Forgemasters died out long ago. Without them, the society held no purpose, let alone hope of reviving.

But Steven said Velfor should be the next Forgemaster, then. Lead his people in more ways than one. Lead them to a better future. Revive them. What good is a king who watches his people die out when there's hope to bring them to life once again?

Velfor was astounded. The fact that someone was this devoted to his people, he had to give him a chance. So! Velfor and Steven began digging. And digging. And digging. Into the forge of Dramina. Which, miraculously, survived the Grand Folly.

While digging, over many weeks, Steven and Velfor learned much about each other. Velfor asked the Human for a name, and when Steven gave one, the king raised an eyebrow. No surname. No title. Dwarves were huge on titles and surnames. They signified a Dwarf's belonging to kin, and place in society.

Velfor's name entirely was King Velfor Ruggard. Steven's name was simply Steven. This wouldn't do.

Basically, Steven wasn't a Dwarven tongue name, and so, Velfor named the Human Skarr Ruggard, a Dwarven name.

But Ruggard. That was a noble line.

And Velfor explained he saw Skarr as a noble man for trying to revive the Dwarves.

From here, Skarr disappeared from the surface for weeks, which turned into months, which turned into a year. Humans thought he'd fallen to his doom in the mines, but one day, Skarr returned to the surface with the Dwarves. And all of Humankind was amazed.

A myth, a legend, real. How? But little did they know, Skarr and Velfor were recovering the Dwarven city of Dramina. Velfor took what he learned from watching the Forgemasters as a child, and started crafting tools, spread them amongst the remaining Dwarves, who helped mine and feed the Great Forge, and they were slowly removing the rubble over time.

Dwarves taught Skarr their history, Velfor taught him their language. Dwarves crafted Skarr clothes of their make. Dwarven children asked why Skarr had a Dwarven name, but was tall, and had no beard and short hair.

That's when Skarr began growing out his hair, his beard, and began looking like essentially a tall Dwarf. He took pride in this. He began speaking their language more than English. When he would return to the surface to speak to Human scholars, the light hurt his eyes, and his mannerisms were... that of Dwarves. Dwarvish words slipped between English ones, and the man refused to be acknowledged by Steven.

Humankind thought Skarr mad. Both for what he was becoming, and for his endeavors.

Together, with Velfor and the other Dwarves, all of them rebuilt the university, the housing district, the markets, and began digging out the mines to other Dwarven cities. Although none survived inside them, they'd provide more homes when the society expanded beyond what Dramina could hold.

But Humanity disgraced Skarr. They thought he was too far gone. They disowned him further. He'd been an orphan, and had no family there.

So when Skarr came back from the surface one day to tell Velfor that he'd been banished from their university, Skarr said there was one more thing he wanted to do.

He revealed his first project as a Forgemaster. A crown. A new one. Fit perfectly for Skarr's head. And he asked the man to kneel, and placed it upon him.

In Dwarvish, Velfor said he would coronate Skarr as prince, before everyone, now that the crown fit both literally and figuratively.

Skarr had no place amongst Humans. But his home was with the Dwarves.

The next day, to the entire society, the coronation ceremony was held, and Skarr Ruggard was announced the prince.

The society of Dramina was complete. It had been rebuilt. It had leadership. It had a Forgemaster. And now, it had an heir.

Because Humans live shortened lives compared to Dwarves, Skarr existed as prince, growing older and older. He watched the population of his people rise and boom, restoring, flourishing. But he withered away with every bit the society thrived.

And soon, it was time for him to meet his end.

Velfor forged his son a tomb, with a Dwarven depiction of him, and lay his dying son inside. He told him he'd go to Runthaad, the grand halls of Dwarvenkind, where Dwarves live forever and drink merrily, and fight grand battles with one another.

Velfor was crying as he held his son. But Skarr told his father not to mourn too long. The society depended on his leadership. It needed him to carry on their legacy. While Skarr would carry it to Runthaad, Velfor would have to continue keeping it alive in the living world. In Dramina.

And there, Skarr passed in his father's arms. The tomb was covered, and a statue of the great hero Skarr was erected in the middle of Dramina.

Skarr, however, feared he'd wind up in the Human afterlife. What he didn't know, though, was that a soul in this world reflected the truth of a person. Not the body.

And he held the soul of a Dwarf.

There in Runthaad, Skarr awoke, as a full body Dwarf. The way his father depicted him on the tomb, he appeared physically. And there, the first Dwarven Queen, Marala Runthaad, welcomed Skarr, the greatest Dwarf to ever live and die.

Velfor carried on the society of Dramina for another 95 years, before he finally was about to meet his mortal end. He'd trained another Dwarf to be a Forgemaster. And his advisor, she watched as he built a tomb beside his son's. Velfor asked to be placed beside his son, and laid to rest as he passed the crown to the advisor. She would become queen now.

Velfor passed, and all of Dramina mourned. But they knew, they lived because of the Ruggard family. And they must keep carrying on traditions and their lives in their names.

The tombs of Velfor and Skarr remained entirely guarded at all hours of the day and night. Only nobles and Forgemasters were allowed to see them, but never uncover them.

And in Runthaad, Velfor awoke. And there, his eyes fell upon a Dwarf. One he knew, but didn't know at the same time. A new Dwarf. But one he forged as a true Forgemaster would have done.

Skarr greeted his father, and hugged him. 95 years was a long time. But they were together again, and all of Runthaad celebrated the lives of the greatest Dwarves who ever lived and died.

And forever, the society of Dwarves lived, expanding beyond Dramina, uncovering the other cities, and rebuilding them.

Humankind left the Dwarves alone, and did not disturb them. They had their world, the Humans had theirs. And everyone was at peace.

Note: This was a story inspired by Lord of the Rings, and the original video for Diggy Diggy Hole. I asked myself, "What if the Dwarves survived?" And thus, my story of the Forgemasters was born. I will edit and publish the short story titled "The Forgemasters" someday, which started all this back in 2017. I doubt I'll ever turn this story into a novel, but I will certainly build the story as if it were one.

#my writing #dawnbreaker dystopia #my ocs #worldbuilding #lore

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dawnbreakerdystopia · 2 years

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OCtober Day 19: Astray

King Velfor felt lost. When the Dwarven empire fell, mines collapsing, and people dying, he was left without a kingdom to rule. His people few, Velfor had almost nothing. He cried, and gave up, lead astray on the tides of ruin and rubble, the world falling apart around himself.

The Dwarven mines were everything. The Forgemasters thrived on what was looted from within them. Their precious metals, rare gems, everything–it made the Forgemasters create.

But with the fall of the kingdom, came the deaths of the Forgemasters.

And this lead poor Velfor further astray, losing his purpose entirely. The Forgemasters were above himself. He bent the knee to them, despite being king. But there was no bringing them back after the Grand Folley, and thus, everything and everyone forgot about the Dwarves and their existence for hundreds of years.

Until young Skarr appeared–a Human man, named Steven at the time, who took a great interest in the history of Dwarvenkind. He fell in love with their tales, and the creations that survived from the great Forgemasters themselves, and he would not let their society die. Traversing deep into the mines of Dramina, he discovered what ruins remained of the Forgemasters’ halls, and bent a knee, crying solemnly.

Then a voice called out.

Velfor himself appeared, and comforted the man.

A Dwarf had survived! Steven, taken aback, spoke to the lost king, and asked him why he hadn’t rebuilt.

“I’ve been lead astray, boy,” he said. “I’ve no purpose anymore. My people are nearly gone, our kingdom is dead, and the Forgemasters no longer exist. And you’ve all but forgotten who we are.”

“I’ve not forgotten!” Steven said. “I live for you people! I wish to see your world restored!”

“That ain’t happening, boy. I can’t bring myself to do it…”

“Then what if I brought you back to the path, and helped you rebuild? What if your society lived because I loved it?” Steven asked.

Velfor, silent, hugged the young man. He thanked him, and accepted. Even though, within his heart, he did not want to, he knew this was what his people needed.

Therein, Velfor gave the man a Dwarven name, easier to call him by: Skarr of Dramina. Skarr had no home, no family, and therein, the king took him into his own. He called him “son”, and loved the man as his own.

Here, Skarr was conflicted. His heart lay with the Dwarves, though his body claimed him Human. And lead astray all his life without a family to call his own, the king set him on a path to become a prince as the society was rebuilt, as Dramina became a whole, thriving city once more, and its population boomed, and once more, king Velfor rose, becoming the first new Forgemaster in almost one thousand years. There, neither Skarr nor Velfor was left without purpose.

Both men had their place in the society of Dramina. Both ruled, held audience, and Skarr taught the history of Dwarves within the library, while his father forged the day away, rebuilding the markets, the city, and the university.

Together, they’d rebuild Dramina ‘til their dying breaths.

Together, neither could be lead astray again, given purpose by one another to thrive once more.

#OCtober #OCtober 2022 #dawnbreakerdystopia

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thebritishmonarchycouk · 4 years

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On This Day In History . 10 October 1562 . . The twenty-nine year-old Queen Elizabeth I was taken ill at Hampton Court Palace, with what was thought to be a bad cold. . ◼ However, the cold developed into a violent fever, & it became clear that the young queen actually had smallpox. . ◼ Just seven days later, it was feared that the Queen would actually die. Fortunately, Elizabeth survived the disease & was not too badly scarred, although her friend Lady Mary Sidney, who nursed Elizabeth through the illness, was terribly disfigured by the disease. . ◼ In his “Memoir of Services”, Mary’s husband, Henry Sidney, recorded the effect nursing Elizabeth had on his wife: “When I went to Newhaven [Le Havre] I lefte her a full faire Ladye in myne eye at least the fayerest, & when I retorned I found her as fowle a ladie as the smale pox could make her, which she did take by contynuall attendance of her majesties most precious person (sicke of the same disease) the skarres of which (to her resolute discomforte) ever syns hath don & doth remayne in her face, so as she lyveth solitairilie sicut Nicticorax in domicilio suo [like a night-raven in the house] more to my charge then if we had boorded together as we did before that evill accident happened.” . ◼ It was while Elizabeth was recovering from the illness that she ordered her council to make Robert Dudley protector of the kingdom, & she made it clear that “as God was her witness nothing improper had ever passed between them.” . . . #Onthisdayinhistory #thisdayinhistory #d10oct #theyear1562 #ElizabethI #otd #RoyalHistory #OnThisDay #EnglishHistory #RoyalFamily #Tudors #QueenElizabethI #instahistory #VirginQueen #Gloriana #HouseofTudor #TudorDynasty #History #QueenofEngland #EnglishMonarchy #BritishMonarchy #HistoryFacts #Heritage #Elizabethiofengland #TudorPeriod #Smallpox #hamptoncourtpalace #Thebritishmonarchy (at Hampton Court Palace) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGLNqHIjQuK/?igshid=ay95h8z6t68o

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ranekvilmas · 4 years

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Watchers in the Dark

Four sets of eyes had been following Ranek closely as he mingled through the crowd. Three sets of those unblinking orbs belonged to Skarre, his old familiar. Her three heads tilted and moved slightly, all focusing on the target and his companions.

(Art by Sir Camelot)

For a week now, they followed his every move, every word spoken to those close to him. The Gilnean was not broken. The other creature sent to bring him to the Raven Lord had failed. In fact, it had turned on them, breaking the bond that now sealed both of their fates. Master did not care anymore if Ranek was brought to it alive. All that was needed now was the soul, and Skarre was tasked in retrieving it. This time she was accompanied by a trusted servant of the Raven, a quivering mass of shadows that was intent on studying the Gilnean.

One of Skarre’s heads turned to the fellow void creature. It did not have a name, nor did it care to. It was, as the mortals would describe, a mimic. It loved to deceive it’s prey, the surprise and fear fueling it’s insatiable hunger. She only hoped that this plan would succeed, a lot of things depended on it.

“Thaaaat ooooooone.” It hissed as Ranek walked out of the large dwelling with a pair of void touched elves. “The female that leaves alone. She is close to him. His guard is low around her, I have seen it.” As Ranek embraced it motioned to, named Irielle, the thing quivered in excitement, moving away from Skarre. The hunt was on and it detached itself without a word to slip between the shadows to follow the female to her home.

Skarre merely bobbed her heads in acknowledgement as the thing moved. She turned her attention back to Ranek and the other elf named Flowers. As they spoke about their pasts, Skarre’s wings fluttered as her previous fate was explained.

“Idiot.” She said to herself. Why he was picked for the trial was unknown to her. He was resilient, yes.. But what was required of him.. he surely would not survive. Maybe that was the point of all this. Suffering, torment, loss. Inevitable death.

It did not matter what her insight was. Ranek had to die, and she needed to be ready..

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thebibliomancer · 7 years

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100 Days of Comics! 028/100: Skaar: Son of Hulk Presents: The Savage World of Sakaar (2008)

Today’s rummage into the box of mystery brings me a biggun. Apparently a one-shot for the Skaar: Son of Hulk book to set up some things and recap somethings and also it has the Secret Invasion branding on the cover but has absolutely jack and shit to do with Secret Invasion.

So once upon a time, the Illuminati launched Hulk into space. He was so pissed that he wrecked the shuttle, causing him to crash onto hellworld Sakaar instead of some nice paradise planet.

And then he became a gladiator and from there met some cool friends and then killed the emperor and became Green King.

Everything was great for Hulk which is why, inevitably, everything went to shit. Some loyalists to the old emperor sabotaged the shuttle that brought Hulk to Sakaar so it would blow up. Hulk survived but his pregnant wife died so he and his buddies went to Earth for a rousing World War Hulk.

Except a son happened. Technically, two.

This one-shot takes place between issues of he Skarr: Son of Hulk book as Skarr and some followers sit around a campfire. While Skaar eats a robot. They’re on their way to Prophet Rock to beef Skaar up more so that he can fight Axeman Bone.

And then a guy called Yenrag tells a story about Axeman Bone. How he was born an Imperial Prime, like the emperor, but how the emperor had decreed all such babies be killed. Cause competition, yo. But instead, they kept Baby Bone in a secret dungeon until he escaped when the emperor found out and attacked the village.

Then he saved the emperor’s life during a hunt so that he could kill the emperor (presumably not the one that Hulk killed. There’s a lot of Planet Hulk context I feel I’m supposed to know but eh.)

And then they talk about worries that Skaar will just end up a new Axeman Bone. And that brings up his mother, Caiera the Oldstrong, and the Old Power. So they tell some Old Stories about the Old Power. And how Princess Omaka totally fought Caiera and got her ass kicked.

So the Old Power is some bullshit, says Princess Omaka. Also, the Hulk destroys everything he touches.

EXCEPT STORY TIME AGAIN.

The spikes are weird alien plants that consume and assimilate organic matter. BUT ACTUALLY they’re peaceful in their habitat of deep space, eating dying stars. But when the Red King unleashed the spikes as a weapon, only the Hulk bothered to see them as more than a monster. He sated their hunger by letting them drink his blood.

And then another story from the same storyteller. Once Skaar lived with the bug people. And then he was captured and tortured to try to lure the bug people to him. But he never screamed. And then he busted free and killed his captors.

But then thorny vines attack the camp so Skaar goes and lets them drink his blood to calm them. The vines sprout leaves and fruit and Skaar’s followers get real excited so he calls them idiots and beats up the entire patch of vines.

“Stupid prophet. Stupid stories. All you need to know... is if it bites... kill it.”

The prophet, Old Sam, worries that by following Skaar’s example of killing everything in his way, his people will become monsters. But, to survive on Sakaar, that might not be a bad idea. Opines Princess Omaka.

Anyway, the journey towards Prophet Rock continues.

So, that certainly was a bunch of stories told around a campfire while Hulk Jr. ate a robot and then fought some vines! Again, I lack most context for Planet Hulk and I’m more familiar with the other son of Hulk, the one that’s an even mightier jackass than his dad or brother.

And there’s a note of shaggy dog to all this from my perspective. From the few issues of the other son of Hulk I read because it was tied into some other thing like Realm of Kings or whatever, I know Sakaar is going to splode. All this marching to Prophet Rock to fight Axeman Bone or whatever isn’t going to matter. The planet will die and a very few survivors will make it offworld only to be killed off in other son’s weird quests for vengeance or whatever until the survivors number arooooound five.

And then other son of Hulk fucks up that other terrible planet Hulk liked to hang out on. The microverse one.

Anyway, sorry to be a buzzkill about this doomed world.

#100 Days of Comics!#Skaar Son of Hulk #everything is doomed and i ate too much lasagna #setting up future plotlines by telling stories around a campfire

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darthvaderofmiddle-earth · 7 months

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OC-tober Day 6: Below

Skarr and Velfor had done much with Dramina, a society of Dwarves living below the Earth, since its revival, a thousand years after its mines collapsed. First was the rebirth of its forges, and thus, the Forgemasters. Then happened along the rebuilding of Dramina’s housing district. Next was reopening its college to teach everyone Dwarven history. And lastly came restoring the markets to trading and selling of goods amongst Dwarves everywhere.

Dramina remained the last bastion of Dwarvenkind, sunken beneath the world itself and almost touching its core. Long ago its forges died out, and the Forgemasters fell, thus leaving its society without any pillars of livelihood.

Though, below the rubble, few surviving Dwarves prevailed on one ember of hope. And Skarr unburied this ember, rekindling it into a blazing forgefire. Convincing his father to take the mantle of Forgemaster alongside being king, Dwarf Lord Velfor agreed, and together, himself and his adopted son made the underground realm of Dramina alive once more, and Dwarven society boomed in population size, rebirthing this once-forgotten kind.

And inside Skarr, below his Human skin, lay the soul of something different. His passion for the history of Dwarves, their wholehearted embrace of Skarr as well as granting him a Dwarven name, and the man’s heraldry as the hero who’d revived them, displayed proudly.

Upon the Human skin, Skarr grew his hair long, and beard longer, then braided both. He donned Dwarven noble clothing when teaching classes at the college, and spent all hours of wake and sleep underground in Dramina, then wore armor when training to be a warrior, as was tradition amongst his people. The man’s father, who’d lovingly taken Skarr in when he had nothing and nobody but the Dwarves, gave Skarr the title of Dwarf Prince, and crowned him in their ancient tongue which he taught his son to speak fluently.

Below the Human lay the spirit of a Dwarf. And that shone brightly, despite everything else.

Humankind hailed and feared Skarr for what he’d done. Nobody believed the Dwarves existed anymore, and simply thought they’d gone extinct. Human scholars pronounced Skarr mad for his obsession over their culture, society, and more. However, as above, so below, and thus, Skarr’s passion gave the survivors another chance.

Humans dared not tread below into Dramina, the only surviving Dwarven city, and the capital of Dwarvenkind. None except for Skarr, who’d wholeheartedly left Humanity behind for his new home instead.

Occasionally, Skarr traversed aboveground to converse with scholars about Dramina’s current state, but he spoke unlike them. Dwarvish words caught themselves between the English tongues, and his gestures matched those of the underdwellers, not surface life. Humans began to shun him, but below their damning words, awestruck views of the man remained, unspoken.

Who would believe a single madman could revive an entire society of nearly-extinct creatures?

Skarr believed this, and made it reality, despite being below the heels of Humans who warned him not to wallow away in a deceased past.

Thus, he rose above them, in a sense, although living below their footsteps upon the Earth. Skarr became the Dwarf he’d always been destined to become. And none could deny his excellency, literally and figuratively, for, who would shun a prince and thus, his entire Dwarven family?

#oc tober #OCtober #my ocs #dwarves #dwarven

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ranekvilmas · 5 years

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1.1 Alone

5 weeks ago

Ranek made his way out of Arom’s Stand, his corrupted thoughts turning him from conventional travel and walking towards the Mountains. Skarre had been twisting and molding his very thoughts, gently and subtly, to lead him back to the Entity. The creature known as the Lord of Ravens had been hunting him for two years now, and finally the prey was within it’s grasp. His mind was clouded by the arguments with the people he cared for most, which Skarre had orchestrated to turn them away from him.

The raven was perched on his shoulder, guiding him away from the town and into the wilds.

They do not trust you, even telling them the truth gave them no pause in tearing you down. They do not want you, and you do not need them. You are better without those mortals. Had they truly cared, they would not push you out, don’t you think? The tendrils of doubt and anger moved to conflict his every response, as she had been doing for months. Using certain words and phrases to tip him into the right mindset to deny the truth, Skarre had him believing this was all his own thoughts. In harsher circumstances, she “I wanted to show them I was strong. They got so angry…” He sighed, rubbing his face. “I do not see why I am the monster..” They are hypocrites and jealous. You became strong, you can stand on your own two feet. Even if it was me that led you in and out of the Void, you still survived. You are strong, and that is just what we need to keep going.We do not need them. Ranek stopped and looked to the bird. “Olivia and Alice just wanted to help. Alice was sad.. And she tried to apologize.. Right?“ You forget. They attacked your accomplishments. There was no apology.. You are mistaken, as usual. There was fear and doubt in their eyes, mortal. And where are those two now? Turned away, without a second thought. You were not even worth her time to help. Why are you clinging to those that hate you now? They turned away, cast you out. Leave. Them. Even to a being of the Void, mortals were frustrating. She twisted his memories of the recent fights. They were the enemy, those he called his family. For the next day and night, the pair traveled along the Highroad Pass, going deeper into the Mountains. Skarre had him convinced he was in the right, for all that happened. What Ranek did not know is that there were key pieces missing from his memories, which further led him to believe the void creature. After all, they were his own thoughts… right?

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ranekvilmas · 6 years

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Ranek sat on the edge of the bed, the glass of bourbon still resting on his fingertips. He had checked into a local in at Boralus Harbor, and the night was spent wandering the walkways and entering a few of the taverns, looking for something to ease, or to distract. He mulled over what all had occurred, and what had to be done soon.

Sleep finally came to him in the early hours of the morning. As he closed his eyes, the Messengers came. The took the form of any and all things that would affect him most. Tonight, they chose the ones closest to him.

Olivia materialized to him. her green eyes flared, her hands became pure shadow. “You are weak. You are a fool. Others will die because you cannot fight your battles alone. You are a disappointment. You put someone I care about in danger. HOW COULD YOU!? I thought you were strong, but you... you are weak, darling.”

Alice stood beside Olivia. “She prefers monsters. You are not one, and one day she will see you are not what she needs. You hold onto your past, your guilt, shame.. it is sad. No one needs to hear about it. Kitten, you are weak.” An echo resounded, the voice monotone and all around him. “You dare send someone to my Earldom. A stranger who might wish to harm me. There is little you can do. Leave it to the adults to fix this problem so that you may yet live past this debacle you have caused. You are weak, Mr. Vilmas.” The voice became the silhouette of a woman, one he would figure was Alle. The slowly walked to him, their eyes ablaze with light. “WEAK. YOU ARE WEAK. THERE IS NOTHING FOR YOU HERE ANYMORE.” Three sets of clawed hands grasped at it, rending his flesh and tearing him to pieces. “WE ARE ALL BETTER OFF-”

His eyes snapped open, jumping up to a sitting position. His hands shook, and he looked at the spot next to him. For over a week now, he slept alone. He looked around the empty, darkened room and sighed. "Skarre."

The brand flickered for a moment, then the familiar appeared. She perched at the foot of the bed, her three heads focused on Ranek and her paired wings settled to her side.

“I am finally allowed to grace your presence, hmm?” “I do not need the sass. The energies in this continent are rampant. Every kind of magic is swirling around.. and people are scared, frightened at everything they do not understand. I want to keep both of us safe, you know.” Ranek huffed, leaning back on his elbows. “Illogical. I am one of the Void, and there is few that can harm me. Unlike you, I can fend for myself against harmful magics.” Her wings fluttered in mild irritation. “To think you are protecting me. How.. sweet.”

Ranek rolled his eyes and laid back in bed, but she persisted. “You think you are doing what is best? We are bound, and I see what happens. The nightmares are worse, we see all the things thrown at you. I admire your persistence, idiot. But... you will fail. You are weak still, and little by little you are succumbing to the Messengers in the dark. Stronger you must become, or we both will perish. You cannot compete with those you surround yourself with. Not yet.” “I get it, okay? I have been told enough in the last week that I am useless, a child, mongrel, dog. I fucking get it, okay!?” He glared at the bird. “Obviously that means I cannot even go into the Void yet. I cannot even hope to..” He paused, looking at her. “If that is what you truly believe, that you are useless, then cut off your hand, set me adrift in the Void. I would rather have that then listen to this. Get past this, you fool. Do what needs to be done, and cease the guilt and shame. That is your past, leave it there. We can do great things, achieve the power we both want. Stronger is what we need to be.”

He sighed, letting her words, along with a half dozen other voices, resound in his head. They mingled here and there, voices that tried to calm, some that scolded, some that offered hope. He finally pressed his palms into his eyes and rubbed the sockets furiously. “Alright. After this, if I make it out alive, we will work to figure this. We will be stronger than all of them.” Skarre’s paired wings fluttered, hopping down, and perching on his chest. The claws dug into his skin as she spoke. “Good. Snap out of this and do just that. You have survived much already. You are good at that, surviving the odds. Just do not make me regret having a little faith in you. It is more than most are showing.” With that, she fluttered to the window, heads turned away from him. @allebeithloch @olivia-lovecraft @alas-ward for mentions

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On This Day In History . 10 October 1562 . . The twenty-nine year-old Queen Elizabeth I was taken ill at Hampton Court Palace, with what was thought to be a bad cold. . ◼ However, the cold developed into a violent fever, & it became clear that the young queen actually had smallpox. . ◼ Just seven days later, it was feared that the Queen would actually die. Fortunately, Elizabeth survived the disease & was not too badly scarred, although her friend Lady Mary Sidney, who nursed Elizabeth through the illness, was terribly disfigured by the disease. . ◼ In his “Memoir of Services”, Mary’s husband, Henry Sidney, recorded the effect nursing Elizabeth had on his wife: “When I went to Newhaven [Le Havre] I lefte her a full faire Ladye in myne eye at least the fayerest, & when I retorned I found her as fowle a ladie as the smale pox could make her, which she did take by contynuall attendance of her majesties most precious person (sicke of the same disease) the skarres of which (to her resolute discomforte) ever syns hath don & doth remayne in her face, so as she lyveth solitairilie sicut Nicticorax in domicilio suo [like a night-raven in the house] more to my charge then if we had boorded together as we did before that evill accident happened.” . ◼ It was while Elizabeth was recovering from the illness that she ordered her council to make Robert Dudley protector of the kingdom, & she made it clear that “as God was her witness nothing improper had ever passed between them.” . . . #Onthisdayinhistory #thisdayinhistory #d10oct #theyear1562 #ElizabethI #QueenElizabethI #instahistory #VirginQueen #Gloriana #HouseofTudor #TudorDynasty #History #QueenofEngland #EnglishMonarchy #BritishMonarchy #HistoryFacts #Heritage #Elizabethiofengland #TudorPeriod #Thebritishmonarchy https://www.instagram.com/p/BoxH_h1FPto/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10lgl35dkqbai

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