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*an unopened can of soda is left for Gunmar, a small note written for him.* This small can has power within you couldn't possibly know. Eat it in one bite to unlock it's full potential. *gunmar wouldn't know the importance of it, but this can of carbonation and sugar has been thoroughly shaken. time to clean those sinuses XD*

A suspicious glance at the can. It was wise not to trust anything offered to him by the faceless ones.

However......

Gunmar casually threw the can into one of his many stalkling cages and observed. The beast’s sharp teeth proceeeded to puncture the thin metal, sending a spray of carbonated sugar across the cage and the stalkling itself- falling just short of the Warlord’s feet as the creature panicked and thrashed.

Gunmar hummed, overall unimpressed by the immaturity of this trick, and walked away.

#-Faceless ones-

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A spear, held up in command, slowly lowered as another commander watched the form plummet from the sky. They turned to the ballista operator and casually nodded before moments later Ruejen appeared, scaling the cliff’s edge.

“[Frostmane! The hunt was mine!]” Ruejen roared, sword pointed in accusation and black mane bristled. 

Kethiro the Frostmane, the second commander with a snow white mane to match his title, gracefully turned back to face Ruejen. His mint green eyes curved slightly upward in amusement as he patted the ballista  operator’s shoulder guard.

“[I merely made the hunt simpler, Warblade. A wounded bird is a grounded bird.]”

Ruejen glared as Kethiro casually used his spearhead to make his equal lower his blade. Those mint eyes never faltered, looking amused yet still occupied mostly by an icy grip of indifference. Another wave of his spear and the soldier nearby was quick to join the others in the coming hunt.

“[come now, old friend, we must not keep our prey waiting. You and I both know its the final attack that delights you the most.]”

 continuing from From @katanamasako: here

Gunmar struck from the shadows, markings coming back to life as his grasp missed his mark by mere inches, forced to skid to a stop where the Draconian being stood moments ago. He stood tall as she took to the skies, eye narrowed as he watched her form shrink on the horizon.

The Underlord crouched down to one knee as the nearest patrol reached his location. His claws traced the print embedded in the sands and soil of the path, nearly lost in thought until he heard his troops stand to attention. He rose back to his commanding height.

“[Shall I give the order to pursue?]”

Gunmar turned his mighty head to the commander in question, Ruejen, then turned his head to the well worn path. Had she not taken flight, she easily would have quickly been trapped at an oncoming cliff face. It was an effective tactic. He hummed in thought.

“[Shoot her down,]” Gunmar growled as he rolled his shoulders and prowled past through the patrol, “[then bring her to my throne. I would like a word with this… beast from beyond our borders.]”

Ruejen bowed his head and placed his right fist across his chest in salute.

“[Yes, Lord Gunmar.]”

#-Beast from Beyond-

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“[we have our orders!]” The Commander bellowed.

The gathered soldiers straightened their ranks and hit their spears against the ground in uniform. Ruejen himself handed his spear to a nearby lower ranked gumm-gumm and drew the sword sheathed on his back. He was far more comfortable with this blade than the standard weaponry.

“[We do not stop, we do not eat, we do not rest, until this outsider is brought to the Dark Underlord. Anyone I find slacking will be dealt with harshly and without mercy. AM I UNDERSTOOD?]”

Another uniform response of spears against the otherworldly stone and sand and a cacophony of growls and bellows. Ruejen pointed his sword to the path.

“[Find her!]”

Back overhead on the path to his lair, Gunmar watched the soldiers disperse to begin their hunt. A pleased growl rumbled in his chest as his markings again faded and the Underlord returned to the dark. Ruejen was more than capable of ensuring Gunmar’s will be done. Better to save his strength for when this outsider would no doubt be captured and dragged into his arena, than waste it hunting her on his own.

 continuing from From @katanamasako: here

Gunmar struck from the shadows, markings coming back to life as his grasp missed his mark by mere inches, forced to skid to a stop where the Draconian being stood moments ago. He stood tall as she took to the skies, eye narrowed as he watched her form shrink on the horizon.

The Underlord crouched down to one knee as the nearest patrol reached his location. His claws traced the print embedded in the sands and soil of the path, nearly lost in thought until he heard his troops stand to attention. He rose back to his commanding height.

“[Shall I give the order to pursue?]”

Gunmar turned his mighty head to the commander in question, Ruejen, then turned his head to the well worn path. Had she not taken flight, she easily would have quickly been trapped at an oncoming cliff face. It was an effective tactic. He hummed in thought.

“[Shoot her down,]” Gunmar growled as he rolled his shoulders and prowled past through the patrol, “[then bring her to my throne. I would like a word with this… beast from beyond our borders.]”

Ruejen bowed his head and placed his right fist across his chest in salute.

“[Yes, Lord Gunmar.]”

#-Beast from Beyond-

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 continuing from From @katanamasako: here

Gunmar struck from the shadows, markings coming back to life as his grasp missed his mark by mere inches, forced to skid to a stop where the Draconian being stood moments ago. He stood tall as she took to the skies, eye narrowed as he watched her form shrink on the horizon.

The Underlord crouched down to one knee as the nearest patrol reached his location. His claws traced the print embedded in the sands and soil of the path, nearly lost in thought until he heard his troops stand to attention. He rose back to his commanding height.

“[Shall I give the order to pursue?]”

Gunmar turned his mighty head to the commander in question, Ruejen, then turned his head to the well worn path. Had she not taken flight, she easily would have quickly been trapped at an oncoming cliff face. It was an effective tactic. He hummed in thought.

“[Shoot her down,]” Gunmar growled as he rolled his shoulders and prowled past through the patrol, “[then bring her to my throne. I would like a word with this... beast from beyond our borders.]”

Ruejen bowed his head and placed his right fist across his chest in salute.

“[Yes, Lord Gunmar.]”

#-Beast from Beyond-

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She wouldn’t see Gunmar as she broke out into a sprint, but the roar that broke out behind her would be thunderous. Deafening. Inescapable.

It was unwise to follow a well tread path, as all around her it was as if The Darklands itself was called to action. 

The hunt was on and she was vastly outmatched. 

Soldiers with spears began to close in from all sides as the dark world whizzed past, war drums boomed, a cacophony of nightmarish roars and cries pierced through the blackness, and worst of all it felt like the unseen horror was right on her heels- breathing down her neck and preparing to strike.

She would be correct on that theory

a cautious step taken from a darkened corner followed by another, this was... new. winding paths, light was scarce. a deep chill ached into the stone but no wind bellowed through. This must be some form of Hell she'd never heard of. A wary eye taking in the new scenery for what it was. "Incredible..."

This very well could be hell, for those not accustomed to the dark. But here as Gunmar stood atop the highest peaks, gazing down upon his domain of unending midnight, no troll could possibly look more at home.

Nothing escaped his sight. Not before this hidden realm became his centuries long prison, not after. And now from his perch he could see the stark contrast of Orange against obsidian sand and stone. 

The Dark Underlord growled, retreating silently to the shadows and dimming his luminescence to become one with the darkness he ruled.

Once again his brief respite would be interrupted by inferiors. But no matter.

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

#-Beast from Beyond- #((personally I'd recommend listening to songs from Two Steps From Hell to get a feel of the scene)) #((May also break this into a text post after your response))

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"You've finally returned. I'm delighted to see you again, my Underlord." (thedarklandsangel)

A courteous nod. He had heard of this Healer before. So long as she remained loyal, this outsider would live. 

“Healer.”

@thedarklandsangel

#-Fallen Angel-

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Foolish creature. As if The Dark Underlord would allow himself to be so easily caught! He lingered just beyond sight, sizing up this potential threat. They were no fleshling, but not like any troll he’d seen either.

Gunmar was no fool. It would be unwise to leap blindly at a foe he has never faced- especially with every passing day in the Darklands choking the life out of it’s Underlord. He would not die here. For a troll his size he moved mostly silently. The looming threat ever present and almost tangible but always just beyond their vision.

One question remained for this quarry he shadowed: Would they run now that they were aware that they are being followed? Or would they be the fool and face a threat beyond their darkest dreams?

a cautious step taken from a darkened corner followed by another, this was... new. winding paths, light was scarce. a deep chill ached into the stone but no wind bellowed through. This must be some form of Hell she'd never heard of. A wary eye taking in the new scenery for what it was. "Incredible..."

This very well could be hell, for those not accustomed to the dark. But here as Gunmar stood atop the highest peaks, gazing down upon his domain of unending midnight, no troll could possibly look more at home.

Nothing escaped his sight. Not before this hidden realm became his centuries long prison, not after. And now from his perch he could see the stark contrast of Orange against obsidian sand and stone. 

The Dark Underlord growled, retreating silently to the shadows and dimming his luminescence to become one with the darkness he ruled.

Once again his brief respite would be interrupted by inferiors. But no matter.

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

#-Beast from Beyond-

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a cautious step taken from a darkened corner followed by another, this was... new. winding paths, light was scarce. a deep chill ached into the stone but no wind bellowed through. This must be some form of Hell she'd never heard of. A wary eye taking in the new scenery for what it was. "Incredible..."

This very well could be hell, for those not accustomed to the dark. But here as Gunmar stood atop the highest peaks, gazing down upon his domain of unending midnight, no troll could possibly look more at home.

Nothing escaped his sight. Not before this hidden realm became his centuries long prison, not after. And now from his perch he could see the stark contrast of Orange against obsidian sand and stone. 

The Dark Underlord growled, retreating silently to the shadows and dimming his luminescence to become one with the darkness he ruled.

Once again his brief respite would be interrupted by inferiors. But no matter.

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

#-Beast from Beyond- #Not even back for a day and already my solitude is intruded

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((YES MY FRIENDS! Wizards has rekindled my love for Tales of Arcadia as a whole so I RETURN! There’s a few things I’m still picking at behind the scenes here, but LordoftheDarklands is officially reopened for threads and asks! I know I left a lot of threads wide open, so if anyone would like to continue those, or start up new ones, let me know!

For all newcomers, be sure to read the rules and welcome!

Feels good to be back))

#mun post #((teeeeeeechnically I never left)) #((don't call it a comeback I've been here for years)) #((but life's finally chilled out enough and Wizards piqued my interest in my favorite baddy again))

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BRING FORTH THE ETERNAL NIGHT

#promo #Trollhunters RP #Gunmar the Black #((OFFICIALLY BACK)) #((It's been a looooooong time)) #((my old promo was pretty solid but felt it was time for a new one)) #((especially now with NEW SCREENSHOTS))

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The last noise anyone will ever hear you make will be a scream

#about the muse

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((*blowing a cloud of dust off this blog* so... how about that Wizards trailer, huh?))

#mun post #mun thoughts

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Tales of Arcadia RP Rolecall

Reblog if your muse is or has a verse in the Tales of Arcadia series OC and Canons welcome

Edit: screw it i’m making a list Reblog if you would like your muse added to a list I am compiling of ToA roleplay blogs

#OOC #((haven't been on in months because of all kinda of life things but I'm still here!)) #((consider us lurking in the shadows rn watching everyone else))

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A throne in the shadows, stained with blood.

Blackened crown atop a mocking gaze.

Kneeling inferiors wearing worried expressions.

Cruel grins, haughty laughter, decadent wine.

#about the muse

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@littlephloxflower said:  Phlox is delighted when Gunmar accepts the beet. Her tail wags and a huge grin comes to her face. A new friend! She sets the beet gently in Gunmar’s giant hand, looking perhaps a bit proud of herself for finding such a large, fresh root.

“Hello!” she chirrups. “Strange place! Phlox never been to such strange place! Came through little tunnel. You village leader?”

Village leaders, Phlox knows, are very important. Back at the lake village, it was the village leader who made sure that water was distributed properly, pups got their education, disputes were settled, the tunnels were guarded, and the crops were tended to.

It’s important to know the village leader and treat them with proper respect.

Oh! Respect! Manners! Phlox sits in front of Gunmar’s throne, wiggling in excitement.

“Happy to meet village leader, ‘m name Phlox! Come from Lunar Lake Village, daughter of Callis Cart- cart– um, make maps! and Marea Wavemaker!”

The Dark Underlord listened quietly as she happily told him everything he wanted to know. It was clear she had no idea who he was. She would not speak so freely and happily if she did. Better to let her speak now on her own accord so he didn’t have to waste time forcing what he wanted to know out of her later.

It was at the point the whelp introduced herself that Gunmar noticed the burnt marks where horns should have begun growing in. That was a gumm-gumm tactic. Suddenly this tiny whelp was a lot more interesting. Gunmar reached out to casually and carefully pick her up to inspect closer. 

She was young. Very young. Likely still very impressionable as well. If only she knew just who she spoke to.

“tell me, little one, did you come through that tunnel alone?”

He knew she had likely stumbled on an abandoned fetch, but if there was a chance she crawled her way into the Darklands by other means it would be in his interest to convince her to lead him to it.

#((a gazillion years later I finally respond to this)) #((thanks for your patience!))

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Riddle: What belongs to you, but others use it more than you do

“Your name”

#-Faceless Ones-

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Has anyone ever told you that your blue markings are beautiful and your battle scars look badass?

#-Faceless Ones-