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“I thought this city didn’t have any gods.”

The pigeon grinned a beak full of dog’s teeth. “Ha. They say there aren’t. They even kept most of them out for a while.”

“How did you make it?”

“By being smart. By hiding.”

She gave the one-legged, feral feathered thing a sideways look. “As a pigeon?”

“Sometimes,” said the pigeon. “Sometimes I’m graffiti on a wall. Sometimes I’m a coin dropped in a beggar’s hand. I am neon at night, the rain in the light. I am the song the busker sings. I listen to the prayers of those who come to the city with big dreams.”

“And in return?”

It grinned again. Steam rolled off its feathers, smelling of cigarettes. “I eat their despair.”

“That’s cruel.”

It moved its wings in something like a shrug. “That’s the big city for you.”

#true god

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what if we were both boys and when we went to kiss our glasses bonked together and made us giggle

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how could something so fair be so cruel? --- (black sun, death cab for cutie)

mag 143: heart of darkness

(@a-mag-a-day)

#the magnus archives #manuela dominguez

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Once there was a maiden Who only knew how to shake it up. To use her body up as she went. Around her were different colors than she remembered. Broken ice melting in the sun, Just as broken ties can melt and be whole again. Her soul was alone in the world, And it really mattered to her. "I'm out of touch," she said. "I'm out of time." "I'm out of my head when you're not around."

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The Rusty Spear Remembrance

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When the sound of war reached the village, they were sorely afraid. For they had no warrior-heroes, no ancient sorcerers. And the thunder of horses and the song of the sword would be their undoing. But there was one woman who so loved her home that she took up the spear, And they wove her the lion banner in the manner of their custom. And she departed south to seek the Lion at the End of the World.

And the sands became as sun-bleached bone, And the deserts as cremation ash, And the heat beat without the comfort of brightness, And cracked and thin, the woman continued to seek him- The Lion at the End of the World. The lion skeletons rose to meet her, They snapped and yowled, But they saw that by her banner she was beyond their reach- The prey of the Lion at the End of the World.

And the mirages that danced with the faces of dead men, And the villages conquered by the undying lords, And the ghosts that howled all bowed their heads, To her, the fool, who would duel him, The Lion at the End of the World.

And his men did meet her, Bound in armor as white as bone, As dark as night,And as silent as a hero’s grave. The rode with her for a time, For she was the woman who would face him- The Lion at the End of the World.

When she came at last to his citadel, Night-black and unlit, Sitting in a field of bone wider than kingdoms, The lone power of this dismal land, The fortress of him- The Lion at the End of the world.

So she entered and so she met, So she saw- Iron clad, giant of frame, Agile like the lion, cruel like the snake, A man who man betrayed; yet- Death dared not claim. Him, forsaken in his glory, Black hearted and invincible- The Lion at the End of the World.

So she raised her rusty spear, And so she met him in battle. Then, with a single motion, An old technique long practiced, She became a woman slain by him- The Lion at the End of the World.

As his custom demanded, He heard her then- The need that drove to death, What had caused her to face the unfaced one, The ancient lord of heat and violence, Him that could not die, The Lion at the End of the World.

So she spoke and so he heard, And he returned to his iron throne, And thought long. For where warrior-queens, Where heroes great, Where monsters of dark violence, Where all swords failed to reach his heart, This woman, who faced certain death- For the sake of home, For the sake of people, Who laid down her life in the name of others- Troubled the heart of him, The Lion at the End of the World.

And so when armies met, When the lightning horses danced, When the mud mixed with blood, A single village of no import, With no warrior-heroes, Survived. For at the gates, unweeping stood, Him who had honor not forgotten, The Lion at the End of the World.

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The Boy With Garnet Eyes met The Lion With None, and asked him a simple question.

“Will you accept my challenge?”

The Boy took his perfect stance.

The Lion accepted. He took his own stance, still. As is The Lion’s nature, his stillness shackled the world around him. The wind-swept dust. The cracking banners. The birds in the red sky. All hung suspended, as if from chains. All awaited The Boy’s move.

The Boy’s strike was a scorpion. Single minded, only knowing dark and light, prey and open space, it blazed in an unwavering line towards his opponent: a perfect vector from birth to death.

Had The Lion eyes, he would have wept.

Had The Lion breath, it would have ceased.

Had The Lion life, he would no longer.

But The Lion was dead, and invincible, and he held a sword.

So he turned the blow aside.

#exalted #the first and forsaken lion

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Iudicavisse, The Blue Glass Maiden, Fetich Soul of the Endless Desert and also mean-spirited magical girl mafiosa. created by earthscorpion, illustrated by me!

#exalted #third circle demon

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A concept for a fighting game character

Courtesy of @empyrearch, who I love <3

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A new look for the Scar of Empires

#exalted ttrpg #third circle demon

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Hey guys! My portrait comms are now open! Each portrait is 72 usd each! Please please rt 💛🪷🥺

I have about 14 slots to fill, would absolutely love any reblog or order, everything helps!

The link below has all the instructions and order forms!

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#nobilis fashion

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jwkbooks

1932 Mohawk hardcover

second novel - not a mystery - by the editor who lead Black Mask magazine through it’s historic years

Seattle Mystery Bookshop

#the game

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A new Imperator! This one is the Serpent of Refrigerators, Associations, Wardrobes and Boasting. I imagine this serpent as cool to the touch – perhaps frosty. Wardrobes got me thinking of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe from which I picked out themes of cold and transportation to link with refrigerators and associations (sorta). I mean, finding a winter-cursed world in a wardrobe is kind of the same as opening a refrigerator, right? Associations. Nobilis is mostly made of associations anyway.  That just leaves Boasting, so I added a fancy-feathered hat and a (hopefully) boastful face. 

Keep reading

#nobilis #aaron’s serpent

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Huevember day 24:

A flowery Aaron’s Serpent.

If you are running a game of Nobilis, you are welcome to use the characters in this series in your game.

#Nobilis #aaron’s serpent

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Huevember day 23:

A Wildlord!

If you are running a game of Nobilis, you are welcome to use the characters in this series in your game.

#Nobilis #wildlord

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Huevember day 22:

An Angel!

If you are running a game of Nobilis, you are welcome to use the characters in this series in your game.

#Nobilis #angel