#team edain

[anghraine]

I love the Númenóreans for a lot of reasons (peak problematic faves!), but a big one is how much they love the Edain.

#anghraine babbles #legendarium blogging #'we also are daughters of the great' is about living up to the legacy of the edain #númenóreans in gondor still name their kids húrin or morwen #not only do they not forget what they come from they think it's fantastic #elrond pretty evidently can't think of greater praise than comparisons to beren and túrin #(yes he counts as númenórean for these purposes) #i'm really fond of edain and every time i see a thing about how the silm is about elves behaving badly #part of my mind is like 'uhhhh what about the edain' #beren and narn and akallabêth erasure!!! and plenty of other things too! #so it is nice that in-story my fave people are like 'the edain were important and awesome actually' #legendarium fanwank #team edain #team dúnedain

[askandreth]

The Edain and the vassal system: a survival strategy

I am quite tired of some voices slandering the Three Houses of the Edain, criticising them for agreeing to be vassals to the Elves.

First of all, the Haladin do not pledge fealty to any Elven Lord. They have friendly relationships with Caranthir, and presumably with Thingol, but they do not wish to submit, and are left to their own devices. Their choice is respected.

Secondly, try to think about it this way. We know when the Atani awoke, only Morgoth came to them to offer guidance. The Three Houses rejected this and fled, crossed the mountains over to Beleriand, and this is where they were approached by the Elves. They had already experienced the Enemy and his tactics, they knew what he could do. So them agreeing to fight with the Elves was a wise choice.

Besides, and this is drawing from my own people's experience with the Romans, when faced with a group of people that are better organised and armed, agreeing to fight alongside then (this is important because neither the Bëorians nor the Hadorians were in the frontlines) in exchange for their protection is a smart survival strategy. They were mostly left to rule themselves, and only asked to assist in the war against Morgoth. This is a pretty sweet deal.

#Meta #Team Edain #Q

[edains]

Squad Up EDI'S Hunter Armory James' Titan Armor Morning's Tintable Armors for Femshep

#mass effect #EDI #james vega #anneliese shepard #mass effect mods #masseffectedit #oh look its the only team i'll ever take to grissom academy #unless i save edit to have ash/kaidan with me #maybe i'll do that next time #edain's edits

[remusjohnslupin]

lord of the rings (team edain) + brooklyn 99 because who the hell knows what I'm doing at this point

#lotredit #tolkienedit #lotr #lord of the rings #teamedain #my people #lotrmine #crack #no seriously what am I doing #*theoden voice* how did it come to this? #tolkienmine

[vorbarrsultana]

Honestly, perfect AU dynamic for Finrod/Sauron in my head looks like this:

Sauron, voice oozing with fake sympathy: I only need the name and the purpose of your little quest, elf. Or would you rather watch me skinning your friends alive?

Finrod, with a smile so sharp it can cut through glass: Yes, I would. We will endure it, and then our souls will go to the Utter West or Beyond, and sooner or later we shall live again.

Sauron: ...

Finrod: But you, like your pathetic master, will turn into a mere shadow of your self, struggling to master the matter of Arda which already despises all that you've become.

Sauron: Well, actually...

And then it dissolves into lengthy philosophical argument. Both of them meticulously point out every logical inconsistency in their opponent's worldview with varied level of smugness, until Finrod makes Sauron admit aloud that joining Melkor of all Ainur with the intention to bring order was not his brightest idea.

(It only goes downhill for Team Dark Side from here.)

(The "oh, no, he's hot" moment happens hundred(s) of years later, when now-again-Mairon helps Aulë to fashion Númenor for Finrod's beloved Edain, and Finrod warmly thanks him.)

#finrod/sauron is like... one of the most conceptually interesting pairings for me but i'm so picky with their dynamic in fics i read #mostly because a) i don't see finrod ever deciding that giving in to sauron even a little even to save his friends is a good idea #him (and imo all eldar) are too principled for it #and b) i tend to dislike use r*** as a preffered modus operandi for sauron - he's way more creative give the guy some credit #tolkien #the silmarillion #finrod #sauron #finrod x sauron

[outofangband]

Emeldir the Brave 

(This is part of something for @officialtolkiensecretsanta for @voyaging-too I loved making this for you and I’m so excited I can follow you now that the reveal is out! Your blog is so so cool!)

further thoughts under the cut

warnings: nothing too serious but obviously discussion of Dagor Bragollach and its implications for the Bëorians as well as a mention of arranged marriage (arranged on both sides and not abusive or forced but still wanted to warn just in case)

also warning for my probably bad attempts at translating names to use. 

Emeldir was born in 399 of the First Age. She was swift and agile, spending her childhood exploring the steep slopes and pine forests of Dorthonion. She learned to use a bow and arrow to aid her father in hunting as a young teenager and later became adept in the use of a crossbow which she carried for the rest of her life. She also used a curved sword for closer range fighting. As most men of fighting age died or were captured during Dagor Bragollach, she was almost alone among those with fighting ability as she lead a group of children to Brethil, facing further losses along the way. 

She spent several months in Brethil where she accompanied their soldiers on scouting trips North towards Ered Wethrin to prepare to bring her group to Dor-lómin. 

Emeldir traveled to Hithlum with the other Bëorian refugees but did not remain there. Three months after her arrival, she set out with two others, going South towards Brethil and Dimbar again with the intention of searching for other survivors. She never found any of Barahir’s group but continued to fight against the forces of the enemy until her death in 468. 

Random HCs:

-Her father was also called Beren. Her mother was not named or mentioned but I named her Estafael. 

She has two unnamed siblings. I headcanon them as a brother and sister. Her brother was called Sadar though he died two years before the Bragollach while on patrol. Her sister was named Thônonen

(note: these are Sindarin translations of names that were likely originally in Taliska) 

-She usually has shoulder length hair pulled back in a scarf. It’s slightly lighter brown than Barahir’s and starts greying early. 

-Her marriage to Barahir was arranged on both sides though they knew each other for a long time before that. They work very well together as a team and are friends though I sometimes imagine both took other lovers (with the other’s full permission and understanding) after Beren was born and weaned. I think these kinds of arrangements were not uncommon among the Bëorians and perhaps the Edain in general. Marriages were often political and familial alliances and the ceremonies around them meant that taking other partners with the permission of one’s spouse wasn’t strictly law but it was common practice though often quiet. Anyways that’s mostly off topic but I have a lot of thoughts about this stuff :)

-She has a very good sense of humor though laughs rarely after the Bragollach. She’s very good at deadpan and sarcasm but can find humor in more purely joyous things too.

-Her image is that of someone stern and stoic because that’s how she’s remembered by some of the only survivors of the Bragollach among her people, especially the children. I think young Morwen took after her a lot and mimicked her, intentionally and not, along the horrific journey. Prior to this though Emeldir was a lively, generally cheerful although brisk person. 

-Emeldir and Barahir would carry baby Beren in a pack on their backs and take him for long walks. 

-She has very good eyes and is very observant, helpful for shooting enemies. 

-Her and Barahir used to make strong alcohol together. She learned the recipe from her mother 

(anyways I love Emeldir a lot! I take all women in the House of Bëor and adopt them, including and especially those without names or full stories. I’m so glad my giftee listed her as a character! This was really fun to make! I wish I had the drawing skills to actually draw Emeldir with a crossbow!)

#Emeldir #the silmarillion #silmedit #edits #the children of húrin #beren and lúthien #tss22

[deannastrois]

Aerti unchau, ashkaidan stargate, and chlodine fake date pls!

aerti unchau is in fact an aerith/tifa uncharted au I came up with with @edains like four years ago (haha what is time...) in this au tifa worked with barret to steal artifacts and return them to their rightful land but I as putting her more in the elena type role of uncharted and then aerith showed up as the last survivor from a place that had been ransacked years ago looking for the team to get her things back, so really less uncharted more generic but it started as an uncharted idea

"I can't really see you firing a gun." Tifa said, her voice low. "I can, Tseng taught me." Aerith laughed, her giggling echoing in the quiet van. She put a hand over her mouth and whispers an apology to Barret who grunted and went back to sleep."Not that I love doing it." Aerith said in a stage whisper to Tifa, leaning in across the way to talk to her. "Oh." Tifa replied, taken aback. "Is it...were you..." She faltered with her words and trying to find the right thing to say. Aerith smiled at her but for once it didn't meet her eyes. "It wasn't by choice. But! I can still take people in a fight." She winked at Tifa. "And I'm willing to fight for my peoples things. They've been gone for too long." "We'll get them back," Tifa promised, hoping beyond everything she could keep that promise, "And then we'll make Cloud carry them all back for us." Aerith giggled again and this time her smile was genuine. "The perfect pack mule."

ashkaidan stargate is also what it says on the lid where they're on a stargate team with shep as the leader and the rest of the me1 squad, and then me2 squad was it's own group, and me3 squad. legion was like a replicator style machine in this universe and tali was from the race that built the replicators but I never got around to writing that point in the story I just really liked it.

Ashley was fairly certain she could time how long the gate took to dial a planet to a T in her head. She'd seen it well over a hundred times but when the last connection was made and the gate whooshed open with a brilliant flash of blue and white it always made the breath catch in her throat. She shifted slightly, trying to get rid of some of excitement and nervous energy that always came with the start of a mission and traveling to a new world. The M.A.L.P. had shown them that this world would be covered in ice and snow though it shouldn't have been given the planets location to the sun. Kaidan nudged her as Shepard did one last inventory check before they left. "You sure you ready for this one Gunnery? If it gets to cold let me know, I've got a trick or two to keep war." Kaidan teased. Ashley rolled her eyes. "It doesn't get that cold up in Vancouver LT, don't act like you're the expert here. Just make sure your mom packed your sweater." She shot back and began walking up the plank to the gate on Shepard's signal. "That was one time." She heard Kaidan mutter behind her and tried to stiffle a laugh. She wasn't laughing by the time the cold hit her face, instantly making her eyes water. She scrambled to put on the glasses she should have before entering the gate. "Sure you don't need help?" Kaidan asked, his voice coming in her ear over the comms. Whatever response she was going to come up with was killed when Shepard held up her hand to signal for them to cut the chatter. "We're not alone, team."

chlodine fake dating is again what is says on the tin, these two start dating mostly to troll nate and sam and whoops it's real

Sam stared down at their joined hands and then back up at Nadine and Chloe. "No." He said. "Oh yes." Nadine gave him a sharp grin in reply. Chloe tried not to laugh at Sam's face of utter incredulity. "Something wrong Sam?" Chloe asked, as casual as she could. "You don't get more of a cut for being a couple." Sam finally huffed, crossing his arms. "Now hang on, that wasn't on the table. But it could be." Chloe let go of Nadine's hand and shook off the sudden chill as smoothly as possibly. "Let's talk number." Nadine turned her face, dropping her head onto Chloe's shoulder and making it look like she was either telling her sweet nothings or how to get a larger cut of the loot to Sam. In reality Chloe could feel more than hear Nadine's muffled laughter.

#replies in thirty minutes or they're free #camalyng

[ulircursed]

" . . . . . . alligator monster was new, though. it had to be the toughest enemy i've ever faced yet, at least. but there was a trick to it. as soon as that was clear, the rest wasn't so bad."

she'd looked for andrei almost as soon as everything was over, second only to looking for sir— er, kent. ( and mostly out of shyness, if she's to be honest. but seeing that he hadn't run her off when she'd found him was enough to make her feel better about talking to him. her heart beats just a little quicker. )

"anyway, i just wanted to find you and tell you . . . because," voice quiets, " . . . you were there, that time. so, you know how it went."

the titanus. its greatsword, the size and heft of mountains. its crushing force, the oppressive weight of the limitless space around them. unconsciously, caeldori's fingers tighten in the fabric of her sleeve, recalling the cycles upon cycles she's been back there in her dreams, geometric, brilliant blue lines running perpedicular across her periphery. " . . . do you still remember all that? tagzig? that strange machine we fought in the caves together?" a soft, pinched laugh, though not entirely humorless — if only because there was little else to greet the memory with save that and despair. and maybe to be sure she wasn't the only one. to be sure she wasn't crazy.

"i wondered. well, this ' arena ' was gifted to the school by the elementals. but where do they get these monsters, these ones we've only met in nightmares and fairytales? i heard some of the others even encountered the cervid . . . "

"...I do remember."

Too well, sometimes. In those dark, sleepless nights where his past plays out in the darkness, he recalls their fight together within the cavern, yes, but then, inevitably...

(A pegasus and a brave knight of the sky, cut down from the air by one swing of a great, shadowed sword. An archer, powerless to save the life of the first person he had come to call a friend.)

And yet, just as he had been, she too is given a chance to overturn the hands of fate. The curse and blessing of this land, to repeat their battles again and again and again, and perhaps, given fortitude, to find a different outcome. Andrei's voice is quiet, tremulous beneath the weight of the emotion pressing upon his words as he speaks next.

"But you've now emerged victorious. You faced the same peril, and you've overcome, this time."

He's struck, then, with the mad urge to reach out, to place his hand upon hers, as though to remind her, to remind himself, that she is still here. That what had happened in the past in this strange land is capable of being overturned, that their memories were all that's left of that time. That yes, they had faced it together, and that they would continue to face what comes in the future.

Except... no. The thought recoils from his mind nearly as soon as it enters. Caeldori is not Edain, not family for him to childishly cling to when his weakness dictates it. She is not even Lady Deirdre, to whom the trappings of etiquette seem all but meaningless. Caeldori is also of noble upbringing, and the thought of such an action will always be an absurd one. Has a few short years in Fódlan stripped him even of the propriety that he'd once taken such pride in?

The other topic she brings up is much safer (and truly, why did he not stick with this to begin with?), and after an unsteady pause, he latches onto it with the haste of one struggling to find solid ground to stand upon.

"The— the enemies that we fought were all unfamiliar to me," he says, "Though it is certainly possible they were conjured from the memories of another in our team. This arena must have been powered by our minds to some extent." After all, unlike the Projectionist's version within the storybook, they'd emerged from these trials without a single physical wound to show for it, despite how real the sensation of weaponry and spells had felt in the moment.

#i was outside at an event when andrei briefly possessed my entire brain and this response sprang wholly formed into my mind #so i had to hurry and finish things up so i could come home and dump this all into the post #then *after* i finished i realize this actually could read like he's developing (completely oblivious) non-platonic feelings for her too #despite what i JUST said in my last reply in our thread #and at this point i don't even know anymorerrejrelkajaer #emphasis on completely oblivious even if so tho #this is a man with a wife and a child and zero experience having either a friend OR a crush #don't expect him to be aware of what he's doing AT ALL #venalier

[dalliansss]

Galvorn au

fame is a strange thing. some men gain glory after they die, while others fade

song of achilles  —  madeline miller  sentence starters

Maeglin, bruised and battered, his galvorn armor stained with blood and guts (thankfully none of which belonged to him), sat by the long hallway leading to the overcrowded Healing Houses of Himring, awaiting his turn to be looked at by Helwion and his team of overworked and sleepless elven healers. The crowd inches forward at a snail's pace. Maeglin sat where he is supposed to be, only rousing from his reverie when the elves ahead of him by the queue also shuffle tiredly along.

This was the third attack of Angband toward Himring this year; and always, they have been prepared -- and by Maeglin's own tireless efforts, the people of his husband (and his people too, as consequence), are better armored and equipped -- galvorn armor, galvorn blades, galvorn arrowheads. But Morgoth's retaliation was to send tougher beasts, tougher orcs, more venomous werewolves with teeth now tough enough to dent galvorn armor. Ever since his first blunder, Maeglin had learned fast that living in Himring and The Gap -- the very frontlines facing Angband, was a world of difference that his safe and comfortable existence so far in Doriath, behind the Queen's Girdle.

It frustrates him, that despite his work, despite his husband Maedhros's genius -- still they lose lives. An entire platoon of annabon and a good number of Bór's people had perished under the unslaught of the Valaraukar and úruloki. Just remembering it makes Maeglin's sharp gray eyes warm with annoyed tears.

He sees it now, what Maedhros has been discreetly telling him: the Eldar cannot win this, not without everybody putting in all their utmost in a single, decisive attack. And Maeglin remembers his own Atar, Eöl, who had risked exile and banishment from Thingol's court in Menegroth, for daring to be vocal that the Sindar should take this chance again with better allies, to once and for all put forth their strength and numbers in an attempt to free Beleriand from the Enemy.

No matter how much armor, blade, arrowheads, siege towers and siege engines Maeglin and Eöl designed, ultimately...it may not matter.

His turn comes. He sits before an exhausted, gaunt-looking Helwion -- the Chief Healer of Himring was as stubborn as his lord, able to power through most situations, and countless times have pulled Eldar and Edain from the brink of death with his hands or with the aid of his team. Helwion orders Maeglin to strip off his dented breast plate and arm bracers, and Maeglin complies in quiet. He has long accepted Helwion is the one person in Himring who can order around Maedhros and himself.

His chainmail is also removed. His bruises are many, and he has a few cracked ribs. Helwion spares him a cup of numbing tonic, and warns him before he pushes what ribs he can back into place, and despite the tonic, Maeglin grits his teeth and cries out several times. Then Helwion puts him in a brace and strictly admonishes him from training and sparring, and that he should take full five days of bed rest. Helwion glared as he uttered these instructions, and Maeglin doggedly avoided his gaze. Helwion was long familiarized with his own stubbornness. "Match made in stubborn nuisance," Helwion had once commented of Maeglin and Maedhros's marriage.

He is given three bottles of painkiller tonics before Helwion ushers him away for the next patient. Maeglin dresses again, and bearing his chest plate and chain mail, he takes the long and winding path to the tower he shares with his husband.

There he finds their suites empty. Maedhros had not yet returned. He sets aside his chest plate and chain mail, and tiredly gets out of the other pieces of his armor, letting them drop to the floor. Then Maeglin curls up under the furs and pelts on their bed, and falls into an uneasy sleep.

He wakes to the warm touch of Maedhros's fleshly hand on his cheek. Maeglin rouses, and he and Maedhros share a meager supper of mutton broth, some thick-crust bread and warm ale. After the meal, Maedhros sits with him in bed, and Maeglin curls up into his side, his cheek on his husband's chest, and Maedhros's gold-and-mithril fingers carding through his black curls.

"Fame is a strange thing," Maeglin comments, breaking the long quiet between them. "Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade...the ellon who manned that trebuchet, for example...he will be remembered by the Eldar of Himring has having brought down an úruloki, but the young captain of yours from the western flank...trod in the mire...he might be forgot...."

"You are melancholic today," Maedhros murmurs. "But war does that to anyone. Perhaps you need a break." He kisses Maeglin's forehead. "Perhaps you need to go home to Doriath for a while. Go back to Eöl and Irissë. Mm...?"

Maeglin shakes his head. Gingerly, he tightens his arm around Maedhros's torso. "No. If you can build your strength, then I will build mine too. Just stay with me like this, when you can. I will manage. Just stay with me, himelya."

Maedhros answers not. Instead he rests his chin on Maeglin's head, and holds him closer, ever careful of his injuries.

@skaelds

#galvorn prince #maedhros #maeglin #lomion #silmarillion #my drabs #maedhros/maeglin

[ladyleonster]

"you were incredible out there ethlyn." praise for the knight of seiros before her comes easy, for if it was anything that caeda found the most admirable, it was most certainly the continuous efforts of a healer who kept her allies alive in the midst of a difficult battle.

her voice falls down to a whisper, cheeks turning the slightest bit pink. it wasn't really something she considered proper until arriving in fodlan, but... "and, if you have some time after this whole exercise, i would love a pointer or two in healing myself."

"Please, it was a team effort!" Ethlyn laughs and gives Caeda a friendly clap on the shoulder. Truly though, each and every one of them has contributed to the efforts in each round so far. It would hardly be fair for her to take so much credit for herself. "Your magic was pretty powerful too, you know!"

She rubs the back of her neck awkwardly at Caeda's next point. It's not that she doesn't want to or anything but... "Hah, I'm really not the best at teaching but I'll do what I can. But aren't you in Edain's house? She's who you want to go to if you're really serious."

#arcaeda #pleading face

[west-tokyo-incidents]

MAJOR UPDATE: changed formatting, added [Read More]. Hopefully it's more readable and consistent, it was starting to bug me.

This post is to keep track of a bunch of different titles and characters in The Facility AU/Multiverse.

Note: Lots of branches cross with each other for obvious reasons--for example most teams have someone from medical on their team.

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Administrator

• Garion Dubois || Rh-00 / Rh-01

Trickery is considered an extension of Garion and has equal clearance

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The Six

• Present

Father[Rage] || Rh-02 Doctor[Pardonner] || Rh-06 Dove[Service] || Rh-07

• Distant

Mother[Paresse] || Rh-03 Weaver[Jealousy] || Rh-04 Eyes[Slow] || Rh-05

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Rh-08

00 - Dubois[Paresse] (Elimination) 01 - Songbird[Fusataro] (Reconnaissance) 02 - Aggrotech[Yuuta] (Containment) 03 - Meraki[Mizho] (Defense) 04 - Claw[Slow] (Interference) 05 - Renji[Gauge] (Infrastructure) 06 - Koi[Kiyose] (Medical) 07 - Bilita[Desir] (Aquisitions)

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Elimination teams

• Bloodline

Dubois Songbird Cross[Milieu] Puck[Akira] Sliver[Vice] Kilter[Service] Panic[Orgullo] Boon[Ultimo]

• Black Mamba

Sake[Kei] Whiskey[Fusataro] Absinthe[Michel] Kori[Regula] Echo[Regula] Monarch[Rage/Pardonner] Zephyr[Hibari] Annihilation[Vice/Rage/Paresse] Anaari[Kia]

• Basilisk

Taipan[Paresse] Raikou[???]

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Reconnaissance Teams

• Scouts

Various disposable Avaro clones sent into timelines for initial information gathering. Most are descended from Enlil.

• Urban Ghost

Songbird Dubois Enlil[Avaro] Click[Vice] Taglamig[Eater] Seraph[Hibari]

• Mothwing

Dryo[Shear] Tsuchi[Jealousy] Redde[Orgullo] Tusker[Gauge] Sage[Sophia] Edaine[Sumako] Hounds(Skips, Syenn, Sybil)

• Red Sun

Trice[Paresse/Ultimo] Jaybird[Avaro/Service] Cassius[Douji Akira] Snow[Douji Mizho/Michel] Capre [Slow/Douji Akitsu] Spirit[Hao] Veil[Boone] Cerulli[Machi]

• DECEASED

Yarrow[Paresse] Ikiri[Kiyose] Phoebe Trinity[Service] Sakura[Makoto] Hakuchō[Service] Osoi[Slow]

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Acquisition Teams

• Silverscale

Kaniki[Milieu] Coyote[Vice] Nettles[Kia] Burnet[Kiyose] Mindoro[Avaro/Eater] Sikkim[Avaro/Regula] Mounts/Companions(Drachen,Piette, Spitz)

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Medical Team(s)

The Doctor oversees all. Hector Anzhuō heads surgery and major operations. Koi oversees the mental wards. Skull [Faust VIII] helps handle minor cases.

All three lead a number of their own teams, yet unnamed.

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Known Records Members

Kyu[Kia] Fugue[Fusataro]

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Interrogators

Torment[Rage/Paresse] - Interrogations Chief Syren[Ultimo] - Second in Command The Rat King[Avaro] - Communication Bile[Sophia] - Medical Lapine[Desir] - General Interrogation

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Known Threats(Active or otherwise)

The World Eater - Deceased, unknown instance. Fucking Broke A Lot Of Shit.

Cosmic King - Vice Gone Wild(tm) Celestial Serpent - Paresse Gone Wild(tm) but got munched Starred Bride - Kia who is So Fucking Loved(tm)

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The Roost

The Chimera's Roost is unaffiliated with The Facility and is a neutral pocket dimension that takes the form of a Night Club. While many different people visit and there are many non-Facility regulars, here is just listed the known staff.

Owners:

Smokes[Service/Paresse] Ray[Sophia/Rage]

Bartenders:

Kvas[Kia] Bambi[Slow/Paresse] Mirror[Jealousy]

#CK and co got included because they're a lil more active in the Facility stories than other AUs #like could i also include Mère or any other AU characters? yes #but The King is heavily present #can you tell i got tired at the end #because i can #ress talks #the facility #the Important tag

[anghraine]

I enjoy the Dúnedain’s weird aging patterns, but I also enjoy its non-application to original flavor Edain.

Like ... yeah, there’s eternal or very long quasi-youthful beauty and I’m a fan in general, BUT some people really have to (visibly!) age into their looks to achieve peak attractiveness. Silver fox Edain are important, okay.

#they left some very confused elves in their wake #signs of aging are signs of IMPENDING DEATH and LOSS and scary... but also...... #i was wondering if morwen (eledhwen) ever resented her name eternally referring to her beauty as a young woman #but then i was like 'what if... hot scary middle aged morwen' #the mixture of genuinely elvish looks and mortal aging. lots of suffering there but a cool aesthetic #anghraine babbles #legendarium blogging #deep blogging #team edain #the silmarillion

[askandreth]

From awhile back but @outofangband writes a lot about the Edain and takes requests, @echoofthemusic has content on them too, so does @hildorien

For the anon who asked about Edain-centric blogs!

#asking is the sister of learning #greycloak #team edain

[ulirblood]

let’s take ibuprofen together | team 13 — silver round

the beast falls thanks to pelleas’s might and edain falls in and out of consciousness. claude. she thinks. what about claude? when she wakes next it is to the mighty tremors of the earth beneath her— beneath all of them. a gentle soothing feeling from her shield is interrupted by the intensity of the earth’s quakes.

[ occhain shield activates and heals edain for 1HP, 9/10HP remaining ]

[ primordial serpent rolls to attack with earthquake, 11, 0 damage ]

her stomach rolls as she tries to stay on her feet, looking to her allies fraught with worry. claude was alive! thank the gods. a smaller smile is brought to her face despite their circumstances and soon the tremors stop— but an assault still follows. one that seems so obvious in hindsight.

[ primordial serpent rolls to attack edain with poison spit, 2, miss! ]

a poison liquid shoots out of their enemy’s mouth, edain only just now noticing this time they face a terrifying serpent-like creature. she dodges out of the way with such ease, ducking and letting the poison liquid hit the arena floor instead.

strange, she felt so light on her feet...!

[ edain rolls to counter with luce, 4, 0 damage ]

the priestess rises just as quickly, throwing her hand out— light magic follows but it isn’t something she’s ever seen or used before in her life! orbs of light that all converge together to become one ultimate and bright explosion. this is luce. her mind supplies for her, and then she reaches for the staff at her back.

[ edain rolls to summon shadow puppets, 2, fail ]

she tries to summon her faith through the staff, unsure of what will come out of it— nothing, apparently. a frown tugs at her lips until she feels a gentle healing light again. from pelleas and claude? she thinks with a purse of her lips as she looks back to them.

if only she could heal them as well. “is everyone alright?” she asks with her usual gentle worry.

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WIP Wednesday

I haven’t done one of these for a while, but I thought, since it’s NaNo, I’ll share a snippet. Currently still plugging along with Celebrimbor really going through it in Nargothrond:

He had not seen her since. Seldom a soul in Nargothrond had, for the brothers had shut her up in a set of chambers to which Celegorm alone had the key. None but the brothers saw her, but everyone in Nargothrond could not but be aware of her, for however much they sought to put a fair front upon the deed, there was no doubt but that Lúthien was their captive, and that Celegorm purposed to make her his bride, even against her own will — even well knowing that her heart was already given to another. But even that seemed not to trouble them.

“She wants time, that is all,” Celegorm had said, while he sat at his wine after dinner. “Soon she will forget all about that vagrant son of the Edain, and her heart will turn to me, her rescuer.”

“And doubtless Thingol will thank you for ridding him of such a lowly son-in-law,” answered Curufin with a smile. “Compared to such a mercy, perhaps he will be willing to overlook his former disapproval of our house. We should send word to Menegroth, so we might gain his very valuable blessing.”

And at that, they had laughed together, while Celebrimbor sat with bowed head, unspeaking, wretched with shame.

Was it really possible this was his father and his favourite uncle speaking? He scarcely recognised them. Were they truly so deep in self-deception, or had they merely become callous and cold of heart, heedless of aught else but their own schemes and devices? He thought of how they had both muttered against the Dark Elf who had taken their well-loved kinswoman Aredhel dishonourably to wife, how they had cursed his name, how Curufin had purposed to kill him for his deed. Could they not see that by taking the Lady Lúthien thus, they were committing much the same crime as one whom they reviled?

*cue C+C Team Rocket theme from Lay of Leithian rock opera* :P

(Obviously, rough draft, forgive, etc.)

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                                     Anankos  Edain  Edward  Lyn  

                                    Seliph  Camilla  Merric  Laslow  

                                        Marth  Larcei  Kent  Soren

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WEEK ONE: Brothers and Sisters in Arms

The wagon you ride jolts upward, knocking you awake. Those two things alone should be enough to realize you’re far from where you started.

That is only confirmed when you take a peek outside, witnessing the massive caravan of convoys and soldiers marching behind you. An army, flying a white and burgundy flag emblazoned with the eye symbol of the Agarthans. Despite being deep behind enemy lines, though, your fellow soldiers are already treating you like friends, evoking the memories of your comrades from your home countries...

Dream Logic

As in all dreams, you have a vague sense of place and purpose, though they are up to your interpretation.

You’re in Rusalka. It feels like Rusalka, at any rate. While Fódlan is enjoying warm summer weather, you find yourselves bracing against the freezing winds of winter and snow-packed trails.

You are soldiers of the “Liberation Army”—the name comes to you as you try to recall who you’re fighting for. The flag shows a burgundy eye in the center. As for your fellow soldiers, there is very little tying them all together: Agarthans, morphs, soldiers of Daein and Cheve, but also familiar allies from the past wars you’ve fought. The only thing that unites them is uniform, mage robes lined with fur, and a shrill commanding officer.

You are in the midst of a civil war, trying to unite your fractured people. Your target is one of the holdouts, a principality hellbent on retaining sovereignty. Just the thought of Rusalka’s prince brings up bitter feelings, though there’s no telling where it’s coming from.

Places of Interest

The Taranis: A major river that you may recognize from your earlier misadventures in Rusalka. Beneath the thin layer of ice is clean running water to tap into, and it’s here where you will be making your base.

The Sealed Forest: Well, probably not, but it feels like it anyways. A tangle of tall trees that still bear their dark leaves in spite of the current season. It’ll be an important source of resources, but you’ll need to be careful of enemy ambushes.

Village of Teleos: Allied with your cause, they don’t stop you from marching through their lands. While they’re friendly, the children here are snarky little brats and there seems to be an endless supply of them to pester you.

Goal for this week

Your primary task is to help set up camp and get a start on constructing equipment. The commander expects to see these items in your inventory by the end of the week:

Deathrattle x1 (Needs 2 Wood each)

Gray Eye x1 (Needs 3 Stone 2 Chalkos each)

Vulneraries x3 (Needs 3 Herbs each)

Adamantines x5 (Needs 2 Wood 3 Stone each)

Tasks

As you set up camp, the dreams weave a lesson in incorporating magic powder known as “Chalkos” into your objects. This material powers the horseless wagons that you ride, connects different objects together to allow for communication, and can even give your weapons a magical kick. The possibilities are endless!

1d2 Chalkos 1d2 Wood 1d2 Stone for every post.

Note: Incorporating magic into your own weapons does not affect their stats, it’s strictly for flavor.

Your role is that of a “combat engineer”—no one expects you to be swinging your sword around like you’re some kind of hero, but they demand that you roll out the red carpet and sprinkle flower petals on their path anyways. Your job is to set up bridges and facilitate travel and communication within the Sealed Forest. As an extra incentive to take on more missions, you will be paid for every enemy you defeat need to set up bridges… unfortunately that also means getting attacked, but at least you’ll get paid for your troubles! 

2d5 Obol 2d3 Herbs for every post, but everyone in the thread loses -0.5HP per day.

Village children pester you night and day, eager for free stories, free food, and the most dangerous weapons you have. Love them or hate them, they play around this area and know the forest like the back of their hands. Combined with boundless energy, they’d be fantastic at gathering. Of course, that comes with the cost of doing business with children...

2d5 Wood, the equivalent number in a random resource, 1d50 chance of getting an orichalcum. In exchange, lose Obols equivalent to the amount of wood gathered. (Ex: +5 Wood = -5 Obols)

Money talks here, and you could use some of it. In addition to your usual stipend, soldiers here like to trade services and knowledge for a little bit of coin. If your morals are particularly dismal today, you might even accept a bribe or two.

1d4 +1 Obols for every post.

PLEASE READ BELOW FOR ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

What to Expect

Unlike recent lore events, Keras Kai Elephas will be mostly in the hands of the players. There will be a series of tasks in need of completing each week, but the players will determine HOW those tasks are completed. Resources will be granted based on post count, word count, number of muses in a single thread, and/or other mechanics, so the focus will be on generating your own content and developing relationships between your muses. However, we do encourage short, meaningful posts. Direct interaction > internal monologue.

A dedicated notetaker (or notetakers) will need to keep notes on what happens in each thread in your team, as well as track whatever counter a specific task requires. New events will happen each week depending on what your team did the previous week, and some tasks may not have immediate pay-offs. Follow your inspiration, but if you have questions about what is or isn’t allowed, feel free to ping a mod.

Lastly, every weekend until the finale, there will be a condensed, two-day mini game that will allow your team to gather a larger number of materials. This is an efficient way to stockpile resources or achieve certain goals, but in order for your muse to enter, they must have written at least two posts that week assisting another muse with a task.

Task threads do not have to be completed by the following week, but will no longer grant resources for posts unless otherwise specified. All members have permission to nudge their teammates to post if they feel like someone is taking more time than they should.

Frequently Asked Questions

Can I only thread with my teammates?

Any threads taking place within the dream featuring the Flood can only be written with your teammates.  

These aren’t the only threads I can do, right?

Of course not! These are just prompts to help give some ideas of possibilities. You’re always free and encouraged to make up your own threads, and feel free to ping Mod Ree to propose a task idea for resources.

How do I claim the resources?

In order to qualify for your earnings, the thread must clearly allude to the listed task and feature the task being completed. Your team’s appointed tracker will be keeping tabs on your totals.

Can I only do one task?

Nope, you can do as many as you’d like with as many different partners as you’d like! You can do the same task with more than one person and still contribute toward the resource goal.

What if my partner leaves or drops a resource gathering thread?

If the dropped thread has at least 2 notes (not counting likes, only reblogs with replies in them) and you have hit at least 400 words on your end, you may still claim the resources. This only applies if your partner drops out of the event completely.

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