#witch's weald

[rileyomalley]

Witchs Weald Chapter 1: Of Witches and Knights An on the whim comic I did turned into a delightfully fun project. I have to thank  

@Badjhur for spontaneously doing the lines for his half along with the wonderful commission I got.

#art #witch's weald #badjhur #voice acting #comics #fantasy #witchsona #original story #Youtube

[darkestprompts]

What class of enemy would each class fear the most?

I included some bosses and DD2 enemies for variety, hope you don't mind! Also excluded some obvious choices like the HoD and the DD2 chapter bosses.

Jester: Sarmenti is terrified of the Courtyard nobles. They are an even more twisted mirror of his past. He deals with his fear by way of stabbing.

Shieldbreaker: Come on. You know what it is. It's her special character mechanic.

Houndmaster: William's skills are suited for the Weald. Doesn't mean he likes it. Having Fergus bite into poisonous mushroom-people and rabid hounds makes him very nervous. He'd much prefer to take down cultists, damn bastards.

Musketeer: Monsters and humans she can understand, but the pelagics/fishfolk are just organized and human enough to make her disturbed. They aren't as obviously savage as the pigmen, but still hunt humans as prey. She's NOT ok with that.

Bounty Hunter: Tardif hates the Farmstead. Damn husks doing the same thing over and over without a thought in their minds without past and future without anything but the same work that goes on and on and on and he's NOT projecting!!

Flagellant: Templars. One hit from Revelation and his brain turns into spaghetti. And fuck DD2 Death, that shit makes no sense.

Arbalest: Look, Missandei has seen a lot of death. She doesn't like to think about it, nor even about the future beyond her immediate needs. She was very helpful in that fight, but the Prophet gave her a hard time.

Grave Robber: DD2's Gentry. Yes, darling, that could have been you.

Runaway: DD2 Fanatics. Like I mentioned in that ask: fire-wielding religious zealots burning themselves and others alive is like every trauma Bonnie has distilled into a faction. Additionally, she's unable to properly fight the Woodsman.

Hellion: All the witch-like enemies of the Weald. Her culture has a lot of suspicion and fear of malicious magic. She will face any behemoth, but what is she to do against those sneaky, cowardly sorcerers?

Vestal: Had nightmares about DD1's Fanatic ever since she learned he was prowling about. She has watched public burnings in the past. It's a horrific way to go.

Crusader: Everyone hates the Collector, but no one got as traumatized by it as Reynauld. He's friends or at least friendly with all of the collected. The first time he saw a "head", he came back to the Hamlet half-mad and screaming his lungs out.

Leper: Baldwin can endure much, but he's terrified of an enemy that can turn his strength against his friends. He'd rather not ever deal with the Siren, please and thank you.

Highwayman: If you go by the theory that Dismas is a retired brigand, the name Vvulf should send a chill down his spine.

Plague Doctor: Paracelsus crunched the numbers and found out the highest mortality amongst heroes is caused by nothing other than spiders. Her fear is scientifically justified- JUST HIT THEM, BALDWIN, OH GODS, THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!

Man-at-Arms: Barristan doesn't like to face any kind of undead soldier. He feels like he might see a familiar crest at any moment. Only the risk to his present comrades got him to unfreeze the first time he saw one.

Occultist: The fucking pigs, man. Why would you tear the veil between dimensions to put eldritch beings inside PIGS? They are brutal and disgusting and they make the Black Beast trash inside his head every time they screech their hellish squeals. Not to mention the interdimensional clusterfuck that is the Flesh.

Abomination: Cultists, full stop. They remind him too much of the Order, and their magic has the bad habit of making his other side go ballistic.

Antiquarian: Josephine prides herself on her pragmatism and rationality, and the reasonable question to be asked here is: WHY IS THAT FUCKING CANNON ALIVE?

#darkest dungeon #asks #dd lists #dd ensemble

[dyrewrites]

WBW ask! So in the world of your favorite WIP, what is the generally accepted best pet to have?

Ooh, fun!

Pale Blood is the only one that's an active "wip" now, technically, so I don't have to pick a favorite (which is good because I think the Weald and Wen characters would murder me in my sleep).

The best pet is a cat. Real cats are rare and reserved for witches, and witches alone (there's an ID check required to adopt them), so the pet cats of the city are synthcats.

They are customizable, programmable, love unconditionally and while they need nutrients to power them...there's no messes to worry about. Or allergies, for that matter. However, they are not technically "living" and thus cannot technically "die". So they are more likely to outlive their owners.

The eldest synthcat is around fifty years old, she was the first and she is quite happy with her still living owner--and pampered since said owner became the most powerful woman in the city.

#i could talk about these cats all day #and they weren't even planned #they popped up in the rough draft of their own accord #ron takes care of a lot of abandoned synthcats that wander the slums #they like him because he smells like death and magic #wbw asks #this laptop is killing me with these buttons i am going to scream

[londonhalcyon]

WIP It’s Wednesday???

Bullied tagged by @dumpsterhipster, and I’m counting @unoriginal2tall’s post as a tag for this week too. Tagging—really whoever wants to join at this point.

Because I’ve been in a state of “AAAAAHHH!!!” lately (you know the one?), my writing has been limited to plotting and jotting down the occasional random snippet. So, I have something new today: all my progress on a certain Skyrim fic. It’ll be a while before I complete the full thing (because, as always, The Mad Witch), but I’ve been getting my ideas down now. Introducing my West Weald-raised Last Dragonborn, Ivy, who is very much at her limit.

“This one says you are not Khajiit,” Khayla purred. “You are an Imperial wearing Khajiit fur.” The traders laughed, as they always did at jokes at Ivy’s expense, and she was forced to smile and laugh with them.

All of Skyrim seemed convinced they knew what Ivy was or wasn’t far better than she did. The Nords were convinced she was Khajiit, which was the only name the Hold Guards called her when they were in a good mood. Cat, when they were in a bad one. Rug, when they wanted to kill her. All synonymous with thief. But the Khajiit were convinced she was not Khajiit because she did not talk or act like one, so she must have been Imperial. But the Imperials laid no claim to her either. If they did, her fathers would have given her an Imperial name.

[Somehow we get past the intro.]

It had been raining for a week. Ivy enjoyed the rain. Loved it, even—when she was able to listen to it from beside a warm hearth in a nice inn. Not when she had to trek for hours on the road to Whiterun.

With each step by weary step, it made her fur heavy, as if she was wearing plate instead of leather, and her skin was uncomfortably damp where it had worked beneath her armor. She wasn’t convinced this weather wasn’t the work of Sheggorath, because when rain was all she could feel and smell and hear, she was this close to giving in to insanity. A pleasant pitter-patter of raindrops on a roof was relaxing, but this torrent that was running in her eyes and roaring in her ears had her in a state of paranoia. Visibility was so shite the smudgy trees could have been made of dragon bones and she wouldn’t have noticed. Her hand hadn’t left the hilt of her sword for two hours—ever since she had walked right into a smudgy wolf that had been as startled as she was. The bite it had given her arm wouldn’t kill her, but it had pissed her off.

The longer she walked, cold and drenched and on the verge of tears, the more she wanted to shout her rage at the sky. She had, repeatedly, but her wimpy Thu’um had failed to clear the clouds for more than a few minutes at a time, leaving her even more angry than before, with extra exhaustion to boot. And gods fucking dammit why hadn’t she taken a horse?

[A rage-fueled walk later, Ivy makes it to Whiterun.]

Ivy wanted nothing more than to sit down with a hot meal by the fire, but she knew before she even opened the door to the Bannered Mare she wouldn’t be allowed to rest that easily. When she stepped into the delightfully warm inn, water dripping off her whiskers, Hulda looked seconds away from launching herself over the counter to chase her back out with a broom. “No, absolutely not,” the proprietor scolded, a stern finger raised toward the corridor. “If you plan to stay, you take a bath. I still haven’t got the smell out of the blankets from last time.”

Barely restraining herself from whining like a cub, Ivy pulled her pouch of gold from her bag. She knew she stank. A wet Khajiit smelled only slightly worse than a wet Nord and only slightly better than a wet troll. It was the fur, and hers was the thickest it had been since coming to Skyrim. Lately, bandits’ threats to turn her into a rug had begun to sound less like intimidation and more like genuine interest.

She placed extra Septims on the counter, in addition to the usual room fee. “If I may have some stew as soon as I get out.”

“Don’t leave the fire till you’re dry and that may be arranged,” Hulda agreed.

[Ivy takes a bath and returns. For simplicity’s sake, there’s one in the inn.]

Ivy thanked her as Hulda placed a wooden bowl in her hands. Having spent the whole bath feeling sheepish, she said, “I can pay for new blankets.”

Hulda squeezed her shoulder, in a much better mood now that a filthy cat wasn’t making a mess of her establishment. “Don’t let it trouble you, dear. I have plenty more. Between you and me, you don’t want to know half the things guests have done with the blankets in that room.” Then Ivy was distressed about something else entirely.

#wip wednesday #skyrim #tes #skyrim fanfic

[leenukeath]

Darkest Prompts Day 28: Witch’s brew

Twenty-eighth day of the Promptober challenge, Darkest Prompts. Theme: Witch’s brew.

What is needed to make the perfect dish of the Weald? A good serving of experience, a large amount of knowledge, plenty of courage and a pinch of madness.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42058116/chapters/107250966

#dd promptober 2022 #darkest dungeon #promptober #halloween

[deerdeardarling]

Heyo! Please info dump about your Chosen Au or other aus you have :D

Thank you R you are(haha) a blessing

SO! Chosen AU!

In my vision Chosens are those that were souls(that are sometimes referred to as "Stars") made by Arceus (or maybe the Unown? Both??anyways-)

These souls were made by Arceus to be compatible humans that could bond with the legendary gods and serve as a bridge between pokemon and humans. I have a whole thing that I've already written in The Rightful Heir;

In the Pokemon world, almost ever since humans have existed there has been a decree made by the Almighty. A Legend may have a human, chosen by the stars to be it's companion; one that is true of heart, mind, and soul. In order to maintain peace between us and these strange creatures.

("Strange creatures" are referring to humans)

Our are the same in that it's typically protags that are chosens (altho I tend to use the all the canon protags outside of swsh), and that everyone gets small amounts of the legendaries powers. And weapons in my version; because weapons are cool and also for the after effects of catalysts. Catalysts usually refer to the big world changing events that happen in game (exp: Darkest Day, The UB sitch, the failed re-fire of the eternal weapon, so on and so forth)

The after effects varies on what the catalyst was. So like for Galar several pokemon were turned into dynamax/gigantamax pokemon; but Eternatus is also a poison type. So in Galar there are a bunch of pokemon that got poisoned and turned into various sizes of horrendous posion goop monsters and it's up to the chosens to save the day! (And sorrowly slain too many pokemon-)

There's so many other little aus that I've shoved together with my chosen au

Like my Mama Wolf au (spoilers for The Rightful Heir if anyone cares)

Where Hop is starts having dreams about Zacian in a human form (partially because Hop is Zacian's chosen) and Zacian basically becomes Hop's second mom that's helps him with emotionally/mentally

And also my RoyalWick bros (which is more of a hc and less of an au I think?) But it's basically that Leon and Hop are descendants ones of the first kings of galar (the one in blue). And are basically born with all the right qualities while the Royal Twins aren't (or they just have an incredibly small amount of); like how Leon is so genuinely good hearted, and naturally charming that that's why the people of galar favor him so, and is also why Hop has both the wolves favor (which again ties into chosen au)

I also have another au I have no name for that's a reverse of cyborb super symmetry au where instead of the protags or villains winning it's all the secondary heros saving their world with alternate version of the legendaries (so like Leon and both the wolves combined into one, Lillie & Nebby fused together to oppose Mother Beast, Sycamore/Shauna maybe with mega Xerneas/Zyguard?)

I have another mostly unnamed au (which I think I'll call 'Prince/s of the Weald) which I talk about on discord about how Hop and Leon are hyper connected to Zacian/the wolves and are basically wizards/witches (this one differs from chosen cause no one is chosen for anything, they are just hyper connected)

(I also have another mini au with that same name where the wolves fully take hope fae style and he grows up in the weald and absolutely hates leon for leaving him; but it's not very expanded upon)

And of course the classic Pokemon 'pokemon' au where we take all the humans and make them pokemon. But in my AU it's that everything, all of the events in games still happens. It's just that everyone is a pokemon. And the "gym challenge" is a bit different, so like instead of a trainer and their team it's a Captain and their team

I'm sure I have more but these are the one that I constantly rotate in my head

#Thank you for asking!!!💛 #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #asks

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[edenjacobs]

My Current WIP

is a novel called The Rook of Crooked Wood. I've been working on this novel for FOREVER on and off and I might actually be able to give it an ending I don't hate this time.

This is the cover I made in Canva and photoshop for nanowrimo. I'm currently at ~28k with it, hoping for 30k before the end of the weekend.

I guess I'll just copy and paste the blurb I made for nano as well.

There has always been a Rook in The Crooked Woods. It’s said that without her, the custodian of the Rifts within the Woods, the known realms will collapse without her. Emma Rook is the latest, albeit reluctant, custodian. For generations, a woman bearing the name Rook has been gifted with the power to open and close rifts in the veil between Realms, a rare and dangerous talent for those who wield it. Emma’s grandmother’s dead at over a hundred and fifty something means she has to leave behind the life she loved, her best friend Sage and their thriving hair salon. If she didn’t, the rifts will open and Riftwealds, the realm The Crooked Woods leads into would collapse. Our world and the others beyond will be overrun by those who might do them harm. It sounds like hard, boring and lonely work. Emma knows for a fact it is, she spent summers with her granny Peg in the wealds helping her do her riftwork. Emma didn’t want to be a Rook. She even took her mother’s maiden name when she left for at eighteen and much to Peg’s bitter disappointment. She was Emma Madden, hair stylist and party girl. She loved her life, every minute of it… But something always called her back to The Crooked Woods. Or should that be someone? She dreamed of him every night, the boy with the wintry eyes and green skin. The one who showed her the way home when she got lost, the first time she ventured into Riftwealds on her own, chasing a cat-sith kitten. He gave her a kiss, and she promised to find him again. A promise that wasn’t kept. She was eleven years old, and the same day she found the love of her life, she lost her family. Emma was never told the full details of their death, nor did she want to know. Moving to the city was a fresh start, a new life. Leaving their tragic legacy behind was one Emma fought hard for. There was no escaping fate, no matter how hard to ran, was there? Grieving both Peg & the life she left behind, Emma is woken by someone knocking on her door. She opens it and faces someone she never thought she’d see again. The boy in her dreams. The boy—now a rather handsome and tall aelf is looking for her grandmother. He needs the Rook Witch, he tells her. Someone is killing his people, the native aelves of Riftwealds, The Court of Ferns. Turning them into monsters and burning their sacred tree groves. When he storms out, after realising she is now The Rook Witch and the girl who never returned for him, Emma is faced with the knowledge that the boy in her dream is real, and so are the monsters her grandmother warned her about. She is reluctant to step into her Peg's shoes as well as truly step into her new life. But people rely on the Rook to keep the realm safe, she already feels bad enough without that on her conscious too. She’s attacked by a bunch of white skinned, red eyed feral vampires and rescues a toddler with green skin, orange hair and red eyes. He looks like a princeling of the Court of Ferns, and as Rook it’s up to her to return him home, whether she wants to face Fhion or not. She is Rook whether she likes it or not. It's a burden she just has to bear. A duty she and no other can fulfill. Her first adventure as The Rook of The Crooked Woods will teach her things about herself she never thought possibly true, as well as discovering devastating truths about her family’s deaths and Peg’s past. And one fact: Not only can you not escape destiny, sometimes the past kicks your arse too.

So far there is plenty of magic and stuff but no romance and my lead seems to be leading me around in circles because we're both too scared to approach the end because it means trouble for the both of us: She sort of dies and I sort of have to write the next sequel!!

But I do love it, I'm writing in first POV for the first time in a full length project. It's hard considering how I love to head hop. And it's also hard not making Emma a know-it-all overpowered god-mode type character since I know (sort of, I'm totally pantsing this draft) what happens so she does too?

So I'm trying my hardest not to do that, and to start making Emma make things happen instead making things happen to her. It's absolutely chaos trying to mix a cosy, foresty witchy story with a vampire apocalypse story with a goddess from Ancient Egypt mixed it. Chaos, but mostly fun lol.

#novel writing #first post #sort of #writeblr #writers and poets #creative writing #nanowrimo

[cheshire-castle-library]

me again Nagisa!

I also like crocheting in the round! The witches hat sounds really cool! I follow someone on ig that makes them frequently and different themes. They look so fun!

Just one question for you this time. If you could travel anywhere you haven’t been yet, where would you go and why? (assume language, money, place to stay, etc are not a problem!)

- 💗🌷

Hey there!

Honestly, I really want to go see historic medieval towns in europe! Sorry that's not a specific place, but its something I see all over studyblr aesthetics, and I just kind of want to be amid that kind of old time and history.

There's a living museum in Sussix called Weald and Downland that I've toyed with the idea of studying at, they teach masters in historic restoration and when my stress is at it worst I dream of doing restoration carpentry and construction far away in beautiful places haha

#studyblr secret valentines #my big mouth #cheshire castle mailbox

[strigital]

heehoo prologue and chapter 1 are uploaded 🌟

translation to english is pending, because i have a history exam in 24 hours!!

In today's episode:

Claudius Arcadia asks Lucien to pretty please unalive Rufio

Kass is a happy camper living in the woods with her pops, Honditar the huntsman from Chorrol

Pops wants to tell her something important! But she's leaving to Skingrad tonight

Melisande the Witch is fuming that he didn't have the balls to tell her something important

Oop! We at the "West Weald" inn and guess what? The Milvan's are hiring new staff at their estate!

Wonder what's gonna happen next???

seriously tho this one's gonna be a slow one, cause my chronic pantser ass is learning to outline and woo boy it is

Difficult

#it's back it's back!!1 #after a 4 year long hiatus the black wind is back!! #kassie's back and so are her murder hobo daddies!! #*happy noise of an anxious depressed dumbass who actually managed to write something* #that one gon be the slowest burn that ever burn but heck that #loving uncle Vicente is back!!! #i so missed my precious homoerotic father figure 🥹 #the elder scrolls #bethesda #tes iv #tes 4 #oblivion #the dark brotherhood #lucien lachance #vicente valtieri #oc #kassandra saryn #fanfic #my writing #fanfic update #ficbook #рус

[dyrewrites]

Happy WBW!

If your world has a main culture or religion, tell me about the people who DON'T believe in the same gods or culture. What groups are the minorities?

Ooh, such a fun question!

I haven't been able to write today, so I may end up rambling a bit.

I'm a fan of living Gods who either interact with their believers or are very clearly right there for everyone to see. Also less organized religion and more cultural beliefs and practice. So, whenever there's someone who doesn't believe, it's less a lack of belief and more ignorance of the Gods in general or a difference of opinion on whose God is better.

Weald and Wen touches on the beliefs prevalent throughout the Shell, and how different cultures express them, but there's no argument that the Lady isn't real. She is in the Heart/Sun, they can see Her shadow, feel Her light and hear Her Breath and witness the effects of Her shifting moods on the lands they walk. They know that She is their Creator. There's differing opinions on that in a later book in the series, but I'm not there yet and so don't have enough to really talk about the people involved.

So we'll go with Pale Blood, as all of its is self-contained and doesn't really continue beyond the first book.

In Pale Blood there are Witches, who worship/and are linked to the Goddesses of the Wylds. The Goddesses are in turn linked to the Moons of Morne and the wyrm they belonged to (now fallen). They are both known and unknown to those not born to worship them (most know they're in the Wylds, and that they're Gods of a type, but they don't know their names...and can't). Wolves also fall into the category of "worshipers of the Goddesses" but they only worship a specific one and she is the most particular about who knows her name. All fae-born have a chosen Goddess they are tied to as well, but there's no worship involved (and many would rather not be tied to them).

There are also Somites, who worship the Suns and the great wyrm Som whose eyes those Suns are. Their worship is more in line with what one might expect of the word, and the only who do so in an organized manner. They believe in the Moons, and the great wyrm Vi whose eyes they are, but detest the Goddesses who claim to draw power from them. To them, the Goddesses, their witches and their vile Wylds, are heretics who rot the holy bright of Som and the majestic gloom of his sister Vi with their foul magic. It is because of Somites that the barriers were enacted, and because of them that there are so few witches left in Dolor. Theirs is the prevailing religion as well, there are grand cathedrals to Som in Upper Dolor - and a few in the slums (though these are abandoned and have been converted into clubs).

Then you have the minority, the nonbelievers of literally anything magical. These are humans, exclusively, as it's kinda hard not to believe in magic when it's burning through your veins (though there are some fae who insist the suns and moons are not wyrms but ancient faeries playing tricks).

The average Joe who doesn't have a lick of magic in his blood. There used to be more of them (something's been spilling magic into everyone lately), and they don't believe in Som or Vi. Sure, it would be weird that the suns sat beside one another, with the moons doing the same on the opposite side in the sky, occasionally blinked and didn't so much set as close up, but it's all they'd ever known so it was normal. Watching the moons jitter and leak glittering rains before closing and falling with a sound that literally cracked the world was odd...but it doesn't mean they were the eyes of some space wyrm.

The Goddesses too, complete nonsense. The Wylds are nothing more than woods grown too big in the constant storms outside the barrier, those Goddesses are probably just really big trees so gnarled they only look like they have faces and hands (or very large animals in the case of some of them). Fae creatures, vampires, werewolves, even the mermaids and sirens that regularly put on concerts are all genetic anomalies, splicers playing with their DNA, and "kids with more creds than brains" playing with high-tech toys.

These are the people that wouldn't believe in magic even if it were used directly in front of them. They'll claim it's holograms or nanomachines, a trick of light and sound, anything they can to avoid dealing with the realities of their world.

Which is a perfectly reasonable way to live, really, so long as they don't test their skepticism by saying the wrong thing to the wrong witch, or walking into the Wylds to prove that Gods aren't real.

#asks #wbw asks #world building wednesday #I went overboard again #and I don't even know if I answered the question

[ihopethisendswell]

Hi there! I'd love to hear more about your SwSh Fantasy AU, specifically (if you're okay with talking about it) Alexis' cursed powers and how Naomi got trapped by Eternatus!

Hello @epicspheal , hope your having a good day/afternoon/night!

My SwSh Fantasy Au honestly was something that came up in my head and that I proceeded to ramble about it. The oy reason why it exists is because I am deeply in love with Lore Keeper Sonia and she deserves the world. But then it became more than that. It was still me rambling. Like. A lot. But I proud of my rambles.

Also, in typical SwSh Fantasy Au fashion, this is going to be incredible long! I like to ramble, sorry. Here we go!

So! Alexis' curse. That's a doozy. Your gonna need some total not just last minute world building for that! Just kidding, Alexis' curse, while not completely fleshed out, I have a basic idea about what the world is like. Besides, that's for Naomi( lol)

So: Just like the games, Alexis was the Hero of Unova. Unlike the game, there weren't dragons that chose him to be it's tamer....yet anyway. The story goes like this: Unova was under the tyrant rule of Ghetsis ( he can become tyrant in a fake universe lol), and just like every Greek myth, there's a prophecy that a young hero will slay him and free the land. And, just like every Greek myth or just myth in general, the man gets angry about it and goes on a witch hunt for whoever the prophecy is about and kill them. Problem is, the prophecy never said who, so he commits mass murder to find one person that he doesn't know the name of. Spoiler alert, he doesn't find them. Now, I'm just gonna fast forward, because this is a SwSh Fantasy Au not a Black and White Fantasy Au. Long story short, prince N meets A and E, rebellion led by their parents cause there badasses, everyone gets traumatized/ questions their life at some point, and Alexis is gifted the power of Zekrom cause he's the chosen one. Which is what Ghetsis uses against him as he dies; turn his gift into a curse.

Alexis curse is basically that he looks a bit more like Zekrom: his eyes are now red, he has sharp fangs, they're lightning marks that glow neon blue, and his arms and legs are charcoaled ( like, they are pitch black compared to the rest of his body). Canon Alexis had a scar over his right eye. Fantasy! Alexis has it way worse. It's not gone or anything, but it's, uh, bad.Does this make him look like a badass? Oh absolutely. But everyone knows that if one looks like a badass, they need a hug. Alexis' curse makes his powers near uncontrollable, and much more destructive than they were before: both to others and himself. If it wasn't for N and his top tier healing( which he learned from his sisters) Alexis would have been dead the minute he was cursed. He has to wear a magic pendant ( which doubles and looks like a compass....it's important, but I'm not gonna get to deep into it yet) to make sure his powers are manageable. The curse also reacts badly to severe negative emotions like stress. If you thought canon Alexis was in a bad headspace, you could only imagine how Fantasy! Alexis is like. Fortunately, he has lots of love and support, so it ain't to bad. Eventually, after many failed attempts at a curing the curse on their own, they eventually find one solution: to find Eternatus. The being that can take energy and magic substance away and make it its own. The problem is that this thing is incredible dangerous, and has tried to cause destruction once before.

They( Alexis Elliot and N)completely ignore this solution and decides to travel for a better idea( which is about a few years).....that is until they get a dream about a young girl, pleading for them to save her. A girl who claims to be their cousin, bearing the necklace of their mother and her twin brother. A girl named Naomi.

Naomi was always a mystery to an outsider. Mainly because no one knew she exists. Except Hop, but whenever he told anyone about, they would say that he has an active imagination, or some weird comments about " oh your thinking up a girl now?". He was 6. They both were actually, before she disappeared one day. There was no goodbye, no note, nothing. So you would imagine Hops surprise when he gets a dream( he's 15 now) about a prophecy of the wolves, which involves him and a girl his age named Naomi. The same Naomi he would play with when he was younger....

But this ain't about Hop, this is about Naomi. What happened to her?

So, as I said, Naomi is A and E's cousin. Her dad, Soul, is A and E's mom's, Jazz, twin brother. He left Unova for Galar to explore, only to have settled down with his wife and Naomi's mom, Cheyenne.

While Hop knew about the prophecy at the age of 15, Naomi, specifically her parents, was given this prophecy to begin with. They both knew how dangerous it was to be out in the open with a child of prophecy. Everyone knows that if one person knows a prophecy, another do as well, and that other person is usually the person who doesn't want that prophecy fulfilled. So, to protect their child, the couple moved and lived in the Slumbering Weald, right behind the castle. The pros of living in the Slumbering Wealds is that it's heavily protected by the Wolves of Galar, so they would be safe from any harm. The cons is that it's just you there. So when followers of Eternatus somehow find your location and attack your family and kidnap your six-year old daughters you can't really call for help.

Oof.

Yeah, at age six, Naomi was kidnapped by Eternatus followers, and have stayed captive since. Why haven't they killed her off? She doesn't know. All she knows is that no one knows she exist( Hop does, but she thinks he forgotten her. He hasn't), and that she had very little power ( Eternatus had been slowly weakening her in it's presence). But she has power, even if it's small. So, with the little power she has, she calls for help to anyone that will listen. She somehow find her cousins. How does she knows they're her cousins? They're twins, one of them is cursed, and they look exhausted even in the dream realm. They're her cousins.

And .....that's it! Again, this is just me throwing things on a wall and hope it sticks, so sorry if this doesn't make much sense!

I would have gone into Lore Keeper Sonia, Pirate Nessa, King Leon and Prince Hop and such, but I have them pinned, Part 9 and 10 respectively. I hope you enjoyed my overtly long explanations! Feel free to ask me more about it, if you want! :)

#pokemon swsh #pokemon au #pokemon swsh fantasy au #pokemon oc #sorry for rambling #just have lots of ideas so- #it all just comes out #but i hope you enjoy! #thanks for the ask!

[cookie-gal]

When I saw you're Little Mermaid AU. I instantly followed, because I'm a big fan of Disney and Pokemon, also what about Sleeping Beauty with WaterLilyShipping?

Waterlilyshipping and Sleeping Beauty. I can work with that and I'm trash for waterlilyshipping.

☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

• King Kabu and Queen Melony finally had their first child, Prince Milo (Sorry Gordie, I love you. Maybe next time)

• They wanted a child for the longest time and now that they have one. They are celebrating his birth with the biggest party ever and everyone is invited

• A neighboring kingdom that they are in alliance with had a child around the same time, about a month into the preparation for birthday celebration. It was a little girl named Nessa

• To strengthen their alliance, it was decided that Milo and Nessa are to marry when they are 21 and the betrothal will be announced at the Milo's celebration party

• To no one's suprise, the good fairies arrived to the party to give gifts to Milo. There were 7 good fairies.

• First Great Fairy Opal gave her gift to Milo. The gift of Peace. He will be always be a peaceful person.

• Leon gave Milo his gift next. The gift of Harmony as in Milo will be friends with everything, pokemon, human and creature

• Then Raihan gave his gift, the gift of strength. This boy will be swol.

• Bea's gift to Milo was endurance to go along with his strength

• Peirs' gift was voice. Milo will sing like an angel.

• Marnie's gift was optimism. She thought that was very important and wants this boy to be a sunshine child.

• Bede's gift was intelligence. He wants Milo to be a fast learner

• Then there was Gordie. He struggled for weeks thinking of a gift to give but he couldn't find one.

• "I give you the gift of fashion, no that sounds dumb. The gift of sneezing with his eyes opened, no that's even dumber.." etc etc

• Suddenly, with ominous wind entering the room, Oleana, the evil fairy entered

• Years prior, she was defeated by Kabu and was banished from the kingdoms. But Kabu couldn't kill Oleana since if she dies, Opal dies. They two fairies are twins and their magic is intertwined. Opal said she wouldn't want die until the other fairies, who she sees as her children, are ready to thrive without her help.

• "I am here to give a gift to the brat and you can't stop me." She hovers over Milo, "He's a cutie. It would such a shame if he were to die early."

• "Listen all, and listen well! The prince will indeed grow with peace and beauty. Beloved by all that know him. But before the sunset on his 21st birthday, he will prick his finger on a spindle of a spinning wheel and die!"

• She leaves and chaos breaks out. No one can believe that the prince will die so soon.

• Opal can't undo the spell because since birth the two can't undo each other's spells and the other dairies are too weak to undo the spell.

• Gordie piped in, "I haven't given Milo my gift yet. I know I can't undo Oleana's spell, but I can alter it."

• "Sweet Prince, if through this wicked witch’s trick, a spindle should your finger prick. A ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee. Not in death, but in sleep. That's what the prophecy will keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, with true love’s kiss, the spell shall break"

• For safety of their son, Kabu and Melony ordered that all the spinning wheels in the kingdom were destroyed. They could just import flax and make clothes. They got most if their money from exporting foods. Those that had jokes spinning fibers into treads, the couple offered them new jobs.

• But the fear of Oleana kidnapping Milo was still there. The fairies argued for hours over what to do next. Bea suggested fighting Oleana, Bede suggested making a deal with her. Etc.

• Leon made a suggestion, "This is probably the most heart breaking suggestion but it's the only way to secure Milo's safety. Raihan, Piers, Gordie, and I will raise Milo as our nephew away from civilization. We will all go by different names and Milo will be returned to his parents the night of his 21st birthday."

• After discussing this further, Kabu and Melony reluctantly agreed. It was for Milo's safety. When he was 3 years old, The squad took him and went to live in a cottage deep in the Slumbering Weald

• The squad could no longer use their magic and they also had hid their wings which meant they could no longer fly.

• They all went by new names. Leon was now Dande, Raihan was Kibana, Piers was Nerio, Gordie was Morris, and Milo was Percy

• Milo grew into a fine young man. He was handsome, charming, and has the biggest heart. He was basically a sunshine child and a gentle giant.

• It took some time for the fairies to get used to using no magic, but they managed.

• To survive, they would raise wooloo, mareeps, and other pokemon to sell wool and other goods. They also farmed fruits and vegetables to sell. They cared and love each and every pokemon. Milo was never allowed to go and sell the goods with his uncles though.

• Over time, Milo met a young girl that called herself Rurina. She was smart and sassy girl that loved to go out to fish and explore the forest and its lakes.

• They became fast friends and loved each others company.

• Milo showed her all the pokemon he raises, she taught him how to swim and fish. He taught her about vegetables and berries, she taught him about seashells. They would dance together by the lake for fun. Etc.

• Though Milo got bummed out when she would leave before sunset, which mean she couldn't stay for dinner. He couldn't go with her when she invited him to her home to eat dinner because his uncles never let him out of the forest.

• When Milo was about 16, she stopped showing up to the forest which made him super sad

• They secretly had crushes on each other

• Then Milo's 21st birthday. The squad had Milo go out into the forest to pick so many berries that the basket will over flow, just to keep Milo out of the cottage long enough so they can get everything ready.

• The plan was to make Milo a nice prince outfit and a huge birthday cake. But here's the thing, they are bad at making things.

• They usually always bought clothes at the markets once they finished selling their goods.

• The fact that they survived 18 years without magic is a miracle.

• Piers and Raihan tried to make the outfit as they bickered over the color but it looked like a hot mess. Poor Gordie was the model for the outfit. Meanwhile Leon tried to make a 21 layered cake that needed a broom to be held up. They should have had Gordie bake the cake instead of Leon.

• Enough was enough and busted out their magic wands after they closed and barricaded the house so no one can see the magic.

• Round two had better results. Piers made the outfit, Raihan cleaned the house, Gordie made a crown for Milo, and Leon made the beautiful cake, with only 5 layers this time.

• Raihan was bitter over not making the outfit and the outfit was PINK. The outfit for Milo should be BLUE. And a battle over color broke out between Piers and Raihan. Gordie and Leon minded their own business.

• Unfortunately the battle of colors caused magic to seep out from the chimney and a murkrow that was owned by Oleana saw this a reported it to her.

• She had been hunting down Miko for the past 18 years so her curse will come true.

• Meanwhile in the forest, Milo ran into his friend Rurina again after all these years. His heart fluttered because she became even more beautiful than he remembered. They caught up and danced by the lake like when were younger.

• Milo invited her over to the cottage to join him in celebrating his birthday. She agreed and Milo ran off to the cottage because he needs to help with making dinner like usual.

• Milo was greeted by his uncles. They had an amazing outfit in a nice green color (Gordie changed it to Green because he was done with Piers and Raihan fighting) and a delicious cake ready.

• For his birthday his uncles are taking him somewhere special. Milo asked his he can take his friend Rurina with him but his uncles shut the idea down.

• Milo went to his room to sulk. The squad felt bad because Milo was most likely in love with Rurina but he is still betrothed to Nessa.

• Rurina went back to her home. Turns out she was Princess Nessa. She didn't want to go to the celebration of Prince Milo's return. She knows she's betrothed to him, but she never met him. She would much rather spend the day with Percy instead after all she was in love with Percy.

• She told her parents about being in love with Percy but they said no and she went like, "fine, I'm going to his humble birthday celebration anyway" and ran off into the forest again.

• Milo got dressed in the outfit and wore the crown. He felt conflicted. He was super happy and excited to finally leave the forest and see what is beyond it but he didn't want to leave the forest without Rurina.

• On foot, the group left to the castle. Milo was in a dark clock to hid his identity

• At an excluded part of the castle, they accessed the part through secret passages, Milo was to get ready for the surprise his uncles planned. Milo was still conflicted. As his uncles bickered over nothing as usual, he saw green light. He was drawn to it that he wondered off to another part of the castle.

• When the squad realized Milo was missing, they realized it was Oleana's doing. They turned back into fairies and scrambled to find him. "Percy, where are you?"

• At the top of the tower. Milo saw a spinning wheel, he never saw one in his life. Something was drawing him to prick his finger on the needle. He did that and he fell asleep.

• Once the fairies found him, Oleana was there to mock them. "He's your precious prince"

• They couldn't present the prince like this. So they placed him in a bed.

• Oleana watched them in amusement and sneared " You might want to check up on that cottage of yours again"

• Before they left to the cottage, they put the whole kingdom to sleep in order to prevent Kabu and Melony from worrying.

• At the cottage, Nessa arrived to find Milo. She was ambushed and taken to Oleana's castle and was imprisoned.

• The fairy squad ran into the other fairies and caught them up to speed of what had occurred. Opal said they must get Rurina because she must be Milo's true love and they need her to kiss Milo. When they arrived to the cottage, it was trashed and all that was left behind if Rurina was her shell necklace.

• They knew Oleana must has imprisoned her so they made their way to her castle

• Oleana had Nessa chained up and said, "I will let you kiss your Percy, aka your fiance Milo, and break his curse, but I won't do that til 100 years have passed." Nessa cursed at Oleana but she left cackling

• The fairies came in on the scene freed Nessa.

• "So Ririna is actually Nessa and you four didn't know." Opal glared. "We never actually met her. We only got descriptions about her from Milo."

• They caught Nessa up to speed and now they must kill Oleana. Opal said she accepted her death so she's okay with it

• They got Nessa armor, a sword and shield, and a rapidash to help her on her mission.

• Upon arriving to the kingdom's entrance, Oleana casted a spell to have torns and vines grow all over the kingdom to prevent Nessa from entering. She managed to get in but now she must kill Oleana.

• Oleana took the form of a mighty Salamance and Nessa had to fight it. The fairies blessed her sword and shield to be able to kill Oleana. After a long battle, Nessa plunged the sword into Oleana's heart.

• Opal held her heart and collapsed. She was dying. All the fairies cried and she looked at all of them and said how proud she was of them. When her eyes closed, she turned into a bouquet of beautiful and exotic flowers.

• Nessa was then guided up to Milo's tower and kissed him, that was something she always wanted to do. Milo woke up and everyone else in the kingdom too.

• Nessa was super happy she gets to marry her true love Milo aka her Percy and same with Milo.

• The two got married, Milo was reunited with his family, Bede was chosen to step up as the new Great Fairy, Nessa was honored as Oleana's slayer, and they all lived happily ever after.

#pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield #waterlilyshipping #Milo x Nessa #Milo #Nessa #Opal #Bea #Bede #Marnie #Leon #Piers #Raihan #Gordie #Kabu #Melony #Oleana #pokemon au #sleeping beauty #sleeping beauty au

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Chapter 8: The Swine God

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Necromancer

Chapter 2: The Prophet

Chapter 3: The Hag

Chapter 4: The Brigand Vvulf

Chapter 5: The Brigand’s Cannon

Chapter 6: The Drowned Crew

Chapter 7: The Siren

Chapter 8: The Swine God

Chapter 9: The Formless Flesh

Chapter 10: The Ancestor

Epilogue

Warning for Violent Character Death

Credits to the Darkest Dungeon Wiki page for piecing together the Ancestor’s backstory.

It was an awful idea. I shouldn’t have entered the room I found, and yet I couldn’t pull myself away.

The immediate area was a study. This was were it seemed my ancestor did the rest of his studies into magic and forbidden arcane arts. There was a bloodied table and a bucket of something foul I didn’t wish to investigate any further. There were books on spells, rituals, and herbalism, but most importantly, there were journals. These were different than the ones I had found before. While they had much of the same dates, it was like these journals never aged. The pages were still pristine and perfectly legible.

I sat in his old chair in front of his desk, journal in hand, and I started to read, and oh the things I discovered. I learned of how he met a noblewoman who was far too beautiful and of lavish parties held in the courtyard. I learned of how he realized how cruel this woman was but played into her sport. He killed her and mixed her blood with wine and had the corrupt nobles of the land drink it. He had but a drop himself and it taught him about something ancient and truly powerful. He locked the nobles in the courtyard and let them kill each other in a frenzy as he started upon his work.

It started off simple enough. There was a woman in the Hamlet who already dabbled in magic. She used herbs and mushrooms in order to understand and use her craft. My ancestor described it as a rudimentary introduction to magic, but a good place as any to start. However, his thirst for knowledge caused him to reach overseas and to employ people who dabbled in the more extreme versions of the magic he desired. Around this time, he also started to make dealings with a pirate crew to secure the supplies he would need for his studies. What he needed was best not seen by the public eye, after all. There were also mentions of a woman who started to follow him along the Hamlet. At first, he appreciated the attention, but eventually it began to wear on him.

From there, my ancestor started to change into something inhuman. The witch started to rely more and more upon the mushrooms and the herbs she used for magic to try and understand the power that my ancestor was touched by, which warped her appearance severely. In his disgust, he sent her away and deep into the Wealds. He justified this by saying he had no further use of such a crude practice.

The scholars he called upon bored him, so he killed them and raised them to see if he could. The story from there was one I knew already – the dead started to raise the dead. He found this amusing.

The pirate crew started to grow bold and charged him more and more for the supplies he needed. So one night, after the pirates ran amuck in the Hamlet, drinking and raising hell, he cursed their anchor. He said he gave it every curse he knew so it would drag them to the bottom of the sea and drown them all. It was no wonder it took Alhazred so long to remove the curse, or rather, curses.

At this point, my ancestor went beyond being simply inhuman and started to become only what I can describe as a tyrant and a monster. There is no shortage of bodies in the Hamlet. Even in the more peaceful times, there was plenty of plague and strife to help fill a graveyard. This meant that he had plenty to work with for his forbidden arts. He combined pig flesh and human flesh and raised them, just to see what would happen. He called these twisted creatures the Swinefolk. More often than not, he wasn’t pleased with the results and would dispose of them, though he didn’t detail how.

He continued with this vile craft until funds ran low. At this point he discovered a ritual that he could perform to secure more resources. He tied the woman who followed him to an idol and pushed her into the sea. The next day he found many beautiful jewels that helped fund his monstrous research.

He also detailed how a man approached him, speaking of things he shouldn’t know. He warned my ancestor that his ambitions would destroy him and the Hamlet. My ancestor didn’t wish to hear it, so he tortured the man in broad daylight. The townsfolk turned against him, so he hired brigands to keep them in line. The man then approached him once again, offering his warning a final time. Apparently from there, my ancestor showed him something so awful that the man tore out his own eyes and fled into the dungeon.

There is nothing much beyond that, just further accounts of his experiments with the Swinefolk. At that point I felt far too disgusted to continue. I slammed the journal shut and shoved it away from me. The loud clap caused something on the other side of another set of locked doors to squeal. It did not escape me that it was a very odd pig-like squeal. At that point I realized where he was disposing of those failed experiments. At that point I rushed back to the top floor of the Estate.

By then, the sun was just starting to rise, and the Hamlet was starting to wake up. I was quick to gather my heroes, demanding they prepare for battle. Naturally they were confused, there didn’t seem to be any immediate danger, but I insisted, promising them answers later. I told them to gather their gear and then head for my Estate.

Slowly they filtered in, exchanging confused and concerned looks. It seemed that they thought I finally had lost it from the stress of managing the Hamlet and trying to undo what my Ancestor had done, but I knew I was in my right mind. I could not help but pace as we waited for the last of the heroes to arrive, which I’m certain did nothing to disprove of their theories about me.

Once they were all assembled, I explained what I had found within the basement. I lead them down to the locked doors and tapped the door with the pommel of my sword, but nothing squealed this time. There were looks exchanged before they went back to the previous lock to grab the key from it. The key was then placed within this lock and it sprung open.  If the smell was bad before, it was almost unbearable now. We recoiled and prepared for whatever we would find on the other side, but there was nothing that can prepare you for the sight of humans melted together with pig flesh, making malformed creatures that only knew violence.

The first of the Swinefolk we had encountered gave a blood curling scream before charging. Thankfully, these creatures were not particularly strong and fell to our blades within moments. It seemed that not all of them were this brazen, however. The sound of someone gurgling caught our attention as we realized that while we were charged by one group, another had snuck around to ambush us. Audrey didn’t stand a chance with a knife in her throat. It dawned on us that we could be attacked from anywhere if they were capable of such tactics. We stood close as a group, watching each other’s backs as we pushed further and further into the halls beneath my home and beneath the Hamlet.

It was a long and tiresome journey. My ancestor certainly had kept himself busy with this nightmarish craft. I did not want to think about how many people it took to make something of this size, not that I even had a chance to in all honesty. The attacks were enough to keep my mind busy.

At some point we became aware of a scream that drowned the rest out. Whatever made it had to be a creature of immense size. It echoed down the halls and we stopped dead in our tracks to try and figure out where it came from. Then it screamed again, and we strained our ears. We could hear the sound of something scraping and then the sound of something dragging. Whatever it was, it was heading our way.

Cautiously, we moved forward, towards the sound. It wasn’t like we had much of a choice – there was only one way forward after all. We couldn’t just go back. If this was the source of our troubles, then the sooner it was dead, the sooner the Hamlet could recover.

What we found I can barely describe. It was a member of the Swinefolk that nearly scrapped his head on the top of the ceiling. It had no lower half. It was nothing more than a pile of viscera that made up its torso and head. It slowly pulled itself along the floor with one hand, the other clutching a giant blade. Upon its head was a crown formed of iron, so I could call the beast a Swine King, but with its horrible size and impossible form, it seemed more fitting to call it a Swine God.

Beside it was a far smaller member of its species. The smaller one locked its eyes onto us and then emitted a terrible little screech. The Swine God raised its head and looked straight at us and then the giant blade was raised. It came down with a loud crash and I felt fortunate that the attack was so obvious we could easily move out of the way.

The smaller one then squealed again, and the attack fell once more. At this point, Fergus ripped away from William’s grip, lunging straight for the smaller one. He bit down hard on the creature as it gave an earsplitting scream. The Swine God immediately turned as William started to dash towards his hound. The blade moved fast this time. William defended Fergus, and because of this, the blade imbedded itself deep within him. The hound howled for his lost master, but fled the fight, not seeing any reason to risk his life any further without his master. With his tail tucked between his legs, he dashed for the door.

With his little friend now safe, the large, monstrous creature started to aim for us again. We split apart from each other, hoping to make it difficult for the small beast to determine who needed to be attacked. The swing from the Swine God were less accurate and more telegraphed, but that wasn’t always a promise, especially the more we injured the larger beast. He became more panicked and would start to ignore the barks of the smaller one. The Swine God would swing at whatever he thought was near by with no care as to the damage it caused.

With a few more strikes, it fell back into the pile of viscera it likely once was. The small beast, now panicked and alone, started to lash out. He attempted to swing and bite at as he pulled away to try and make an escape. It only took one shot from Missandei to stop his infernal screams.

Thinking that we were victorious, we started to leave. It was at this moment we heard the sounds of something dragging closer to us once more. We realized that our fight with the Swine God and his small friend likely covered up the sound of another enemy approaching, and now here it was, entering the room we were in.

If what we fought was horrific, then I lack to words to describe what entered the room next. What we were met with was a being that had no solid form. It was nothing more than viscera loosely bound together. As it moved, we could see flashes of faces, of bone, of innards, or anything you can possible imagine that was once human or swine. We found ourselves rooted in place with out fear and our disgust, allowing the hideous abomination a chance to fire a tendril with a mouth forward into our group.

#Darkest Dungeon

[spikemuthtoothfairy]

Coswellia prides itself on being a region of scientific pursuit, but there is far more mystery to the Region than one initially expects. One such area to the north of Groom Mountain is the Pastel Weald, which can only be described as a Fairy Tale Forest in stark contrast to the rest of the region, as if torn straight from the pages of a folk tale - filled with glowing mushrooms and shining Fairy Rings, with Pokemon of all descriptions from Teddiursa to Comfey to Shiinotic.

It is also the location of the 7th or 8th Gym Leader (depending on which you fight first), Charlotte, who specialises in Fairy Types.

Nobody truly knows how old Charlotte is nor exactly what she is - though she is amicable and friendly so long as you do not do harm to her forest. The Weald itself is even more of an enigma - a place where psychics reportedly get splitting headaches and psychic types do not willingly tread alone.

The town on the edge of it (a picturesque village) has a story that claims there was a time before the forest was the way it is now, that many hundreds of years ago a young girl they claimed to be a witch was lost in the forest during the panic of the Meteor landing atop Groom Mountain and that it was this act that warped the forest. Some say that girl is Charlotte.

The gym itself is at the end of a long winding trail; built into a grand and beautiful tree - though unlike any other gym in the region given it is not a true man-made structure. Charlotte seems to care little for the workings of the league or much of anything else but the travellers and their desire to battle interest her enough to partake. Her Pokemon, too, are not kept in balls - and it honestly isn’t known whether or not she simply calls upon the wild Pokemon living all around her as needed or if she owns them.

Charlotte isn’t well known outside of the region because of this (if at all) and in fact her status (and appearance) often comes as an incredible shock to anyone who is pointed her way. She’s also has no online presence at all, though to partake in meetings beyond her borders she was taught how to use a phone with a built-in webcam function.

She gets on very well with Rosa and the pair delight in one another’s company.

#ic #headcanons&musings #spikemuthtoothfairy #coswellia #NPC - Charlotte

[darkestheir]

Talk about cult practices right now

okay im awake lets talk about the cult of the iron crown

originally founded by a member of the estate’s family generations ago, it fell out of practice around the time of the ancestor’s tirades -- though it never completely went away. it just went into dormancy.

sometime between the ancestor’s death and the arrival of Regulus at the estate, the cult found a new resurgence in practices due to a spike in the magical nature of the estate. a new master was on his way and the creeping darkness that granted them their abilities was awakening once more.

the cultists around nowadays are far more violent and out of their minds compared to the founding members of the cult, practicing extreme religious rituals like scarification, flagellation and sacrifice of various levels of crazy. 

they seem to come out of nowhere, but are based in the ruins of the old manor and in ruined homesteads in the twisting Weald, coming from far and wide to join this blasphemous approximation of worship.

those in the Weald are close allies to the Brigand Wolves, conducting rituals alongside them and often bolstering their ranks with children sired by the brigands. these children, often exposed from a very young age to the strange magic of this place, are powerful aberrant and shadow sorcerers, capable of wielding the strange magic of this place.

those in the old abandoned manor have become something else entirely and have replaced their crowns of iron with crowns of gold, bearing malignant growths of flesh and eyes on their bodies as ‘blessings’ of the god slumbering beneath the manor. 

so called ‘ascended’ witches and brawlers skulk around the manor grounds to protect the area and sing their worship, causing eerie sounds in the distance. rapturous cultists accompany them, mad men twisted not into insanity but into fanatical devotion. and deeper within, behind sealed doors, priests of the cult of the iron crown have become warped into something entirely inhuman, resembling mutations like that of the shambler cloaked in heavy fabric and barred from the world outside.

other than the changes in colors with the uniforms, the appearance of the cultists is often the same: women with short cropped hair ( or buzz cuts ) covered in ritual scarring resembling eldritch ramblings and men with buzzed hair tattooed and scarred in a similar fashion. both genders eschew armor of the typical sort, drawing power from being damaged and finding themselves throwing themselves into fights for the sake of either killing or dying for their new god, as they believe each death brings it closer to awakening.

#reynauld