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If Ferin souls are closed to the elements, and Falst can use light magic, and the Light Dragon is the equal and opposite of the Void Dragon ...
Does that mean Erin's plan just got a huge spanner in its works ?
I'm sure Erin would have lots of thoughts on what just happened if he had seen it.
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Alan Ruck on Connor’s backstory including mentions of Connor’s mother, her marriage to Logan, and the general disaster that marriage seemed to be. (x)
Excerpt from an interview with Alan Ruck for Collider, dated Sept. 22, 2019.
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Here Be Dragons
As I gaze upon this majestic tableau, I am transported to a realm where the mountains themselves bow in reverence to the titans that roam the skies. Here, before us, stretches a canvas of the world untamed, a landscape where the clouds whisper secrets to the soaring peaks.
Behold, the dragon! With wings unfurled, a canopy of fiery orange, it commands the heavens. Its scales, a mosaic of emerald and copper, glint like a trove of jewels bestowed upon the earth by the gods of old. This creature, this paragon of might and magic, rides the gusts with the grace of a sovereign without a crown. Its eyes, aglow with the wisdom of eons, survey the world below with a piercing intensity. It is the guardian of mysteries, the keeper of the eternal flame.
In its presence, we are reminded of the tales spun by the hearth—a tapestry of heroes and monsters, of battles fought in the shadow of such titanic beings. This dragon, with horns that aspire to pierce the firmament, is more than a mere beast; it is a symbol of all that is wild and free, a relic from an age when the world was still a map of wonder, waiting to be charted.
As storytellers, we are drawn to these vistas that exist beyond the reach of ordinary life, where our dreams take flight on dragon wings. And so, we commit this image to memory, a reminder of the boundless imagination that dwells within us all, whispering ever so gently, "There be dragons."
How to draw a dragon head (source: Yonderoo)
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Does . . . does someone need to explain to YouTube that lightsabers make no sense? As in, they can melt metal (turning it red hot and liquefying it) but don't set people's eyebrows on fire every time they strike a pose with one?
Hell, they can cauterise wounds instantly but don't seem to radiate heat at all. They are crystallised beams of light, the colour of which is not obviously correlated to energy output in any way. You either knock one up in your spare time in a desert hut or have to go on a vision quest to retrieve the mystic heart of them. How the hell does the balance work? Is the laser heavy?!
Quite frankly if they get treated as if they were just, you know, swords, that's really not any less daft than anything else about them.
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The notion that serpents should be natural guardians of treasure and treasuries also found practical expression in the sanctuaries of Asclepius and other anguiform gods. A fragmentary epigram inscribed on a statue base of the third or second century bc at Epidaurus declares: ‘His fatherland [i.e. Sicyon or the Achaean League] set up this drakön, the monstrous father of the hero Aratus, to be a guardian of possessions.’ This drakön statue evidently guarded the temple treasury. Drakontes often seem to have decorated offertories (these too called thêsauroi) in such shrines too. From the temple of Asclepius and Hygieia at Ptolemais in Egypt there survives the heavy black granite lid of a round receptacle, now in the Cairo Museum. The upper part of the lid consists of a rampant serpent, and in the centre of its coils is a worn coin-slot 4 cm in width.
Daniel Ogden, Drakon: Dragon Myth and Serpent Cult in the Greek and Roman Worlds
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