#Language as an Instrument of Dominion
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“Now the word travels from mouth to mouth, from hand to hand, like a coin that is used to barter ideas, to change opinions, to purchase good will.”
—Language as an Instrument of Dominion, Rosario Castellanos; tr. Maureen Ahern.
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Of Dragons and Maelstroms
Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Chapter Fifty-Five
Fire and Blood- the ancient words of House Targaryen. An interesting choice, yet completely truthful in revealing what the Valyrian’s stood for. Both words were initially seen as destructive, threatening and cruel, but upon closer inspection, this was not always the case.
Fire embodied the wrathful force of dragon fire, a fearsome power wielded by Maera's ancestors. It symbolized the fiery conquest that shaped the Seven Kingdoms under Aegon the Conqueror and his sister-wives. Their dragons, winged creatures of destruction, became instruments of subjugation, turning rebellious lords and resisting kingdoms into ashes. Fire echoed the unyielding strength of House Targaryen, rooted in the flames that forged their dominion over the Realm. It was a reminder of the price paid in burning ambition, of the searing path toward dominion that defined the Targaryen dynasty.
Yet, despite the initial chaos, fire could be healing and purifying. Maera had read that in the year following Aegon’s Conquest, the crops in Westeros had grown three times as big, and that less crops were becoming subject to disease and decay. In her interpretation, fire symbolized renewal and rejuvenation. The flames, once agents of conquest, became catalysts for new life. The purifying aspects of fire, as witnessed in the fertile lands that emerged from the ashes, spoke to Maera of a transformative force, capable of healing wounds and fostering growth. It was a perspective that transcended the destructive history, embracing the idea that from destruction, there could emerge a fertile ground for new beginnings.
The flames could also bring solace as Maera recalled how the hearth in her chambers seemed to always be alight. The fire would flicker with hues of orange, gold, and red, casting a gentle glow that illuminated the room. The crackling sounds formed a comforting symphony, echoing the rhythm of their shared moments.
Recalling times with Aemond, she enjoyed how they would sit for hours by the hearth, the warmth enveloping them in a serene cocoon. Silently reading, they found comfort in the companionable silence, interrupted only by the occasional soft rustling of turning pages. Aemond’s fingers traced delicate patterns on her hand, a simple yet reassuring gesture that spoke volumes in their shared sanctuary by the fire.
Helaena, who was known to always see the best in things, also saw fire as a marvellous creation that could be used in a way that would achieve greater outcomes. When they were younger, Maera recalled her friend educating her on how some species of butterfly benefited from forest fires. This was because the fires created open spaces and new growth, providing favorable conditions for certain plants that served as host plants for butterfly larvae. In fact, one year, when Helaena was pregnant with the twins, Maera somehow managed to procure some of the larvae for her dear friend as a nameday present.
Blood appeared to be a more complex element, yet Maera had come into contact with it more frequently than fire during her time in the world. The blood from the animals she had slain during a hunt held a primal significance. Once the meat was cooked, it became a source of sustenance for her family, ensuring their health and satiating their hunger. In this context, blood was a vital and nourishing force, connecting the family to the cycle of life.
The blood she witnessed on her new siblings, born fresh from her stepmother’s womb, held a profound significance. It symbolized the continuity of life, the bond within her family, and the promise of a future generation. The arrival of new blood into the world brought a sense of renewal, growth, and the perpetuation of House Wylde’s legacy.
Maera's experience with her first Moon's Blood, at the age of sixteen marked a significant transition into womanhood. Despite the pain and mess, it symbolized her ability to bring forth life into the world, connecting her to the timeless cycle of creation. This natural and biological occurrence connected her to the generations of women who had come before her, creating a shared experience that transcended time and bound them together.
On her wedding night, the blood on the sheets following the consummation of her marriage with Aemond was a societal marker of purity and untouched innocence in the eyes of the Gods, a notion that Maera found to be somewhat absurd. Despite her reservations about these traditional expectations, she acknowledged the weight that such rituals carried in the eyes of those around her, and how the blood mixed with her husband’s seed on the sheets marked the formal beginning of her marital journey and the merging of her life with Aemond’s.
Her encounter with blood changed in the two moons following her marriage to the One-Eyed Prince. Maera had experienced her womb bleeding since the wedding, about a fortnight after the consummation. However, instead of her usual five to seven days of using rags to collect and dispose her Moons Blood, the bleeding only lasted for a day, with the occasional cramping in the weeks that followed.
Maera’s reluctance to consult the Maester stemmed from a blend of stubbornness and a desire not to appear foolish or uninformed about the changes her body underwent after marriage. Assuming these alterations were a normal part of a woman’s experience, possibly linked to regular intimacy with her husband, Maera chose to keep her observations to herself.
Yet, the presence of blood was not always seen as a positive. In her training sessions with the sword, the cuts on her flesh symbolized mistakes and were accompanied by the sharp sting of acknowledgment. Each drop of blood mirrored a momentary lapse in her skill, urging her to better herself. Blood also brought forth scars – reminders etched into her skin. Not all scars were viewed fondly; some carried the weight of missteps and lessons learned.
A few months previously, when Maera had forced herself into Helaena’s room after Aegon had barricaded her in there, the blood on the sheets indicated that the Queen had been raped by the King; her own husband, her brother, simply because he could. From that blood came trauma, pain and confusion for Helaena, as well as a new life beginning to grow within the Queen. And all Maera could do was comfort her friend , and help her pick up the pieces afterwards to ensure Helaena could continue on.
However there were times that Maera could not always do that. Sometimes the pain was just too much to bear, and a friend’s embrace or comforting words would not erase the horror that had been inflicted. Such a night was when the word ‘blood’ came to have another meaning; the name of a man who would take something precious from the Greens, alongside his accomplice, Cheese.
The evening had began much like any other. As twilight draped its gentle hues over the Red Keep, a serene ambience enveloped the ancient fortress. The towering spires and stone walls, adorned with the remnants of the day's sunlight, cast long shadows across the courtyards. The air whispered with the subtle transition from the vibrant hues of the day to the muted tones of night.
Within Maera and Aemond's chambers, the soft glow of candles and the flickering light of a hearth created a warm and intimate atmosphere. The furnishings, draped in rich fabrics, seemed to absorb the twilight's colors, casting a cozy and inviting spell upon the chamber. Past the grand windows, the sky painted a canvas of purples and golds, mirroring the quiet transition within the walls of the castle.
Prince Aemond, the Master of Coin, sat at his imposing writing desk, a commanding figure engrossed in the meticulous task of crafting reports and ledgers. His long silver-white hair cascaded over his shoulders, framing a face marked by sharp contours, his eye patch concealing his sapphire, and a firm jaw set in concentration. His long, slender fingers, deftly holding a quill, danced across the parchment, weaving lines of ink into intricate financial reports. The ledgers sprawled open beside him, bearing the weight of the realm's economic intricacies.
Aemond’s violet eye occasionally shifted from his work to glance at his wife, who stood gracefully by the window in a simple black cotton dress adorned with golden threading. Her long, dark, curly hair cascaded freely down her back, with a distinctive silver streak woven into the locks.
As the ambient light highlighted the rich hues of the room, Maera stood before her easel, engrossed in putting the finishing touches on her dragon egg painting. Her green eyes, filled with artistic determination, were fixed intently on the canvas, capturing the essence of the dragon egg with each precise stroke, adding the extra details of depth and dimension to the portrait before she gifted it to Helaena and the children.
The sudden commotion in the corridors sent a ripple of tension through the air, causing both Aemond and Maera to instinctively shift their focus towards the door. The distant echoes of men yelling created an eerie symphony, interwoven with the hurried footsteps that echoed in the passageways. The unmistakable sound of clattering armor intensified the atmosphere within their chamber, casting a shadow of uncertainty.As the noise grew closer, the room seemed to hold its breath, the anticipation palpable. Aemond, with his sharp violet eye, glanced at Maera, while her green eyes reflected a mix of concern and caution.
The Prince rose from his writing desk with a cautious demeanor, his posture reflecting a subtle tension as a look of concern etched across his features.
“Stay here,” he ordered Maera, along with a measured gesture of his hand. Silently, he walked to the wall, fingers deftly securing his sword and sheathing it into his belt. His purposeful strides carried him out of the room, leaving Maera with a sense of suspense and a room filled with unanswered questions.
Maera carefully placed her paintbrushes and sponges into a silver bowl filled with water, the shades of purple and grey swirling together in the liquid. As anxiety crept into her stomach, she wiped her hands on a damp cloth, her senses heightened by the unsettling atmosphere.
The cacophony outside intensified, and above the tumult, a heavy wooden door creaked open along the corridor. Queen Alicent’s voice, tinged with urgency, sliced through the air, and the frantic quality heightened the tension in the room. Just as the uneasiness settled in, a heart-wrenching scream, unmistakably Helaena’s, shattered the air—a mournful, piercing cry that left Maera with an unsettling sense of foreboding.
Maera's instincts kicked in before her mind could fully process the unfolding situation. In a swift motion, her hand snatched her dagger from the wall, and her body propelled her forward with urgency. The corridor blurred as she ran, the rhythmic pounding of her footsteps echoing the anxiety that churned within her.
Her thoughts were a whirlwind of concern for Helaena, coupled with worry for Aemond, who had ventured toward the disturbance ahead of her. Every step she took heightened her own unease, her breath quickening and heart pounding in sync with her hastening pace. The unknown lay ahead, and Maera, driven by a mixture of fear and determination, pressed on toward the source of the commotion.
As Maera pressed forward, the torchlight flickered ominously against the cold stone walls, casting an eerie shadow against a lifeless pile near the stone wall. Her green eyes wandered to the mass, focusing on it until the chilling sight became clear- two guardsmen, their lifeless bodies sprawled on the stone floor, throats brutally slit. A gasp escaped her lips, but her determination propelled her forward, guided by the anguished cries of Helaena echoing through the corridors.
Finally reaching the entrance to Alicent’s chambers, Maera’s path was blocked by a tumultuous sea of armored guards, their expressions grave and their weapons drawn. Undeterred, Maera wove through the throng, demanding passage with a command that bespoke her status as a Targaryen princess. Yet, before she could breach the doorway, a force halted her, a firm grip seizing her arm.
Ser Arryk's presence materialized, his bloodshot hazel eyes revealing the distress that gripped him. Disheveled, his typically neat hair hinted at the turmoil of the situation. His grip was a plea, and his words were both desperate and earnest as they tumbled from his mouth. “Please, Princess, do not go in there.”
In her protector’s eyes, Maera found a reflection of her own rising fear, a disconcerting deviation from his usual resolute demeanor. The desperation for answers fueled her determination to press forward. Despite Ser Arryk's plea, Maera, driven by an unyielding force to be with her sister-in-law and husband, wrenched her arm free. As she crossed the threshold into the chamber, her senses were assaulted by a scene that would haunt her. Time seemed to pause, and the world crumbled around her as the harsh reality of the situation unfolded before her eyes.
The air hung heavy with the scent of tragedy, a stifling reminder that the familiar tranquility of the Keep had been brutally shattered. Blood adorned the stone walls and floor like a gruesome tapestry, stark against the pale background. The chamber's furniture lay in disarray, a silent testament to the violence that had unfolded.
Queen Alicent, once regal and composed, now sat at a table, trembling and disheveled. Her auburn hair cascaded wildly around her, framing eyes filled with tears. Lord Commander Criston Cole, the embodiment of concern, hovered beside her, providing a semblance of comfort in the midst of the chaos.
A toppled wardrobe revealed an entrance to hidden tunnels, guarded by vigilant men with swords drawn. Maera's emerald eyes swept the room, capturing the tumultuous scene. Aemond, a force of fury, stood a few feet away from his mother. His violet eye ablaze with a righteous anger as silver strands of hair fell rebelliously around his face, matching the tumultuous storm within. The one-eyed Prince was unleashing a verbal torrent upon one of the Kingsguard, the deep bellow of his voice demanding answers, his words akin to a dragon's roar.
Amidst the chaos, the sound of a cry reached Maera's ears, drawing her attention to little Maelor. The two-year-old, innocent and frightened, was being cradled by a nursemaid. The woman's tear-streaked face reflected the horror that had unfolded. She tried to soothe Maelor, wiping away the blood stains on his face while her own hands trembled with fear. Maera's heart clenched at the sight, relieved that there seemed to be no visible injury on the child.
Little Jaehaera, her silver curls matted with crimson stains, stood eerily silent, her gaze fixed on a point unknown. The four-year-old's vacant stare stood in stark contrast to her brother's cries. Physically unharmed, yet emotionally distant, Jaehaera seemed lost in the commotion. Maera heard in the conversations going on around her that the King had been found unharmed in his own chambers, and was to remain heavily under guard. The chatter also revealed that Lord Otto, Lord Larys, Ser Tyland, Maester Orwyle and Maera’s own father, Lord Jasper were discovered alive and well. But there was a name missing from that list. A small presence with a a gleeful voice, full of energy and enthusiasm. Jaehaerys. Where was Jaehaerys?
Following Jaehaera's gaze, Maera's eyes landed on Helaena. Kneeling on the floor in front of the hearth, Helaena's screams and sobs echoed through the room, a tormenting lament that cut through all other voices in the chambers. Cradling something in her arms, the source of her devastation, remained obscured by her figure and shadows of the fire, leaving a haunting mystery in the air.
As Maera approached her best friend, the hushed gravity of the room intensified, an unspoken understanding that this moment held a profound weight. Maera furrowed her brows in concern as she cautiously reached out, placing a hand on Helaena's shoulder. The room seemed to collectively hold its breath. Helaena, gripped by an unfathomable distress, tensed at the touch. Her neck whipped around to face Maera, revealing an olive green dress now stained with an overwhelming amount of blood and remnants of flesh.
The room seemed to darken around Maera as she cast her eyes downward and fixated on the grotesque and unholy abomination before her, wanting to look away, but finding it impossible to. Blood-soaked and lifeless, the small body of Jaehaerys lay cradled in Helaena's trembling arms, mutilated and broken, missing his head.
The ghastly reality of what had occurred that night came crashing down on Maera, her breathing catching in her throat before letting out a horrified sob. The sight etched itself into her memory, a haunting image that would forever change the course of their lives. In that harrowing moment, a suffocating wave of shock overcame Maera. Her body, once a vessel of warmth and life, was now gripped by a rapid heartbeat, cold beads of dread forming a chilling sweat on her skin. The horror before her drained the color from her face, leaving it pallid, a canvas of disbelief painted in shades of despair.
The weight of the scene, the gruesome reality of a headless child cradled in Helaena's arms, pressed upon her like a leaden shroud. As she stared at the unthinkable, the physical sensations of grief and trauma manifested within her, a whirlwind of emotions too overwhelming to articulate. Helaena's purple eyes pleaded with Maera, a silent desperation that resonated through the anguished wails.
In that instant, it became clear that the pain was not confined to a single soul; it reverberated through the room, through the very core of the Red Keep. The world blurred before Maera's eyes, and, unable to bear the weight of the tragedy, she succumbed to the darkness, the overwhelming despair pulling her into unconsciousness.
In the disorienting haze of awakening, Maera jolted upright in her bed. The inky blackness outside the window hinted at the passage of many hours, shrouding the chambers in a cloak of night. As her eyes adjusted to the dim candlelight flickering in the room, Maera surveyed her surroundings. The darkness seemed to cling to the air, and a wet rag on her forehead slipped off as she moved.
Aemond, silent and watchful, sat at the foot of the bed. His one eye, a lone sentinel in the shadows, was fixed on her. In that fragile moment, with reality settling upon her like a heavy cloak, Maera dared to hope that the horrifying scene she had witnessed was nothing more than a cruel dream. But the air, heavy with unspoken sorrow, seemed to whisper a truth that shattered that fragile hope.
Her husband’s violet eye bore the weight of a myriad of emotions – grief, anger, and an underlying vulnerability. His usually stoic demeanor cracked, revealing the profound impact of the tragedy. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on his sharp features, emphasizing the lines etched by the night's events.
“Jaehaerys…” Maera uttered, as if it were a prayer. Perhaps it was. A plea to the Gods that they would take all of this horror away.
At the sound of his nephew’s name, Aemond furrowed his brow and tensing his jaw, inhaling deeply before rising from the bed, fists clenched at his side. “Two men got in through the tunnels.” He paused, as if trying to process the next words himself. “They made Helaena choose which one of her sons should die.”
A disorienting mix of emotions overwhelmed Maera—fear, sorrow, and an indignant rage that simmered beneath the surface. At the thought of her friend suffering so, panic gripped Maera, and she attempted to rise from the bed, her heart pounding. The room spun, and a dizzy spell overcame her. Aemond swiftly moved to her side, his strong presence steadying her.
“You need to rest,” Aemond urged gently, his gaze filled with concern as he guided her back into the bed. Tears welled in Maera’s eyes as she lay back, the weight of grief and disbelief settling upon her.
The Prince remained at Maera’s side, sitting next to her on the bed and silently offering his support in the face of a tragedy that had shattered the contentment they had found with one another in the short time of marriage they shared.
Aemond's silence finally broke, his voice edged with restrained anger, "This is my whore half-sister’s doing."
Without looking at him, Maera questioned, "How can you be sure?"
Aemond, through gritted teeth, explained, "The Maester was called to give milk of the poppy to soothe Helaena's hysteria. I have never seen anybody scream so much. Before she fell asleep, she managed to tell us the words the men spoke to her."
Pausing for a moment, Aemond's intense gaze prompted Maera to look up at him. He stated solemnly, "A son for a son."
Maera, with a sniff, tried to steady her breath as she attempted to process the information. They had never spoken about it properly, but she knew that Rhaenyra would exact revenge for her beloved son, Lucerys. Aemond had drew first blood by killing the boy who took his eye, thus formally beginning the war between the Blacks and the Greens. What Maera did not expect was that Rhaenyra, a fellow mother, would do something so cruel to Helaena, her own sister, who was innocent in all of this.
In a gesture that spoke volumes, Aemond reached out, his fingers intertwining tightly with hers. It was a silent pact, an unspoken agreement to weather the storm together. The strength in the clasp belied the fragility beneath, as if any other form of affection might unravel his tightly held composure, exposing the raw grief at the loss of his nephew. Determination flared in his eyes as he declared, "They will not get away with this. Before the Gods, I swear, we will get our revenge,” he promised firmly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of her hand.
Maera furrowed her brows, nodding with a clenched jaw. "With Fire and Blood," she affirmed, their shared resolve cutting through the sorrow that hung in the air, a pledge to avenge the loss of their nephew and confront the shadows of House Targaryen’s tangled and complicated history.
Notes: I’m back! Sorry I had a really difficult week in the real world but the writing bug struck and here we are. This is the start of some major events in the story, and there will be more jumps forward in time. My heart breaks for Helaena 💔 and unfortunately it’s going to get worse. I just want to wrap her up in a blanket and put her in my pocket.
Tags: @blue-serendipity @manipulatixe @shesjustanothergeek @watercolorskyy @marvelescvpe
Thank you so much for reading! Comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated 🖤
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☕ Wholesome OC Fav C Ask Meme 🍂
Wrap up your OC blorbo in a blanket burrito and let’s answer some questions!
What is their go-to comfort food? EDIBLE AUTOPSY
Give them a warm drink of your choice, what would it be? Would their choice differ from yours? FROM SKIN TO LIQUID
What is something they really like about themselves and what is something you really like about them? DEATH WALKING TERROR
What is the thing they like the most about their friends and what is the thing their friends like the most about them? THEY DESERVE TO DIE
What is the song you most associate to them? DEMENTED AGGRESSION
What is their favorite music genre? If they don’t have one, what’s their favorite song? RELENTLESS BEATING
What is their favorite movie, or a movie they would really enjoy? UNNATURAL
What is a smell that makes them feel at home? THE CRYPTIC STENCH
How would they react if a person they love (friends and family included) gave them a flower bouquet unexpectedly? HEADS SHOVELLED OFF
What is their favorite thing in the world? RITUAL ANNIHILATION
What is an item of clothing/an accessory that completes them/makes them feel safe? A SKULL FULL OF MAGGOTS
What is their safe place? And what does “safe place” mean to them? FESTERING IN THE CRYPT
Quickly, let them give us some life advice! SHATTER THEIR BONES
Now you give them some life advice. EVIDENCE IN THE FURNACE
What was the happiest moment of their life? ORGASM THROUGH TORTURE
What positives did they extrapolate from the worst moment(s) of their life? PURIFICATION THROUGH FIRE
What is their favorite hobby? FRANTIC DISEMBOWELMENT
What is something they excel at? MAKE THEM SUFFER
What is their hidden talent? MEAT HOOK SODOMY
Which new skills they would really like to learn? ICEPICK LOBOTOMY
If they had to pick up an instrument, what would they choose? PITCHFORK IMPALEMENT
How do they relax? THE STRANGULATION CHAIR
If they had to prepare a conference, what would be the topic of discussion? KILL OR BECOME
What would be their ideal romance? STRIPPED, RAPED AND STRANGLED
What is their romance’s theme song? FUCKED WITH A KNIFE
What would they do if their favourite pet suddenly fell asleep on their lap? BARBARIC BLUGEONINGS
They have a chance to get a tattoo: what would it be? GROTESQUE
What is their love language? BLUNT FORCE CASTRATION
What is their favourite color? And which colors do they like to wear the most? RED BEFORE BLACK
Do they have any guilty pleasures? ADDICTED TO VAGINAL SKIN
What is something they’re ashamed of but others find extremely cute? POST MORTAL EJACULATION
What would they gift to their partner or their best friends to show their affection? ENTRAILS RIPPED FROM A VIRGIN’S CUNT
Give them your credit card for five minutes; what would they buy? A CAULDRON OF HATE
If they could go back in time, how would they reassure their child-self about the future? THE UNDEAD WILL FEAST
What is their celebrity crush? How would they react if noticed by said crush? FOLLOWED HOME THEN KILLED
If they were a bath bomb, what scents and colors would you use to describe their personality? HIGH VELOCITY IMPACT SPLATTER
Let them vent for a second, without the fear of being judged. What would they like to say? I CUM BLOOD
And what would you say to comfort them? DIVIDE, CONQUER, BURN AND DESTROY*
(*Okay, that last one was a Serpentine Dominion song but it's all Corpsegrinder)
I feel that this was a valuable and productive use of my time!!!
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Mythology in Media: Dune
So, it’s no surprise that our media incorporates mythology a lot, right? I talked about it a bit before, and we can see it plainly in books like those written by Rick Riordan, as well as the “Rick Riordan Presents” books. But I always love seeing just how deeply ingrained ancient mythology is in our society. (Warning: This post will contain spoilers for the Dune Saga).
So, I’ve been rereading the Dune Saga, cause why not, right? And I really love seeing just how much inspiration Frank Herbert takes from multiple mythologies and religions. So, the name of Paul’s family, “Atreides”, is, of course, taken from Greek Mythology, specifically the myths of the Trojan War and Sparta from around that time, as the two brother Menelaus and Agamemnon, the sons of the king, Atreus, were called the Atreides (the “ides” ending in Ancient Greek actually means “descendant of”, and is used a lot in Greek Myths).
But more than that, you can see it in just the story itself. Paul Atreides can be likened to Apollo, with his presient abilities, similar to Apollo’s dominion over prophecy. Paul also played the baliset, a stringed instrument not unlike Apollo’s lyre, and moreover, he took it from Jamie, not unlike how Apollo supposedly had taken the lyre from young Hermes.
Similarities go beyond Paul, though. In Greek mythology, Artemis is supposedly born with full consciousness, and even aids her mother in birthing her brother, Apollo. Similarly, Alia Atreides, Paul’s sister, is a “pre-born”, someone born with all the ego-memories of her ancestors, and as such is conscious from birth. Alia is also called Alia of the Knife, and is considered a divine huntress of the faithless. Artemis is a goddess of the hunt and leader of the immortal Hunters of Artemis.
But the mythological and religious influences on Dune go beyond Greek mythology. Dune is heavily filled with references to Islam and Islamic culture and religion. Paul is revered as the Mahdi, the saviour of the Fremen in their messianic legends, and the Lisan al Gaib, or the “Voice from the Outer World”. Both of these words are actually taken directly from Arabic language, and moreover, they are similar to titles of messiah and prophets mentioned in Islamic texts.
Further, the Fremen people of Dune seem to be inspired by the indigenous tribes of North Africa and Middle East, with their culture and values and life style. In the appendix to Dune, “The Religion of Dune”, there are also references to ten ancient teachings, and at least half of them are clearly Islamic in nature.
The position of Emperor in the Imperium of Dune is called the “Padishah Emperor”, and Padishah is a term for ruler used in Turkish languages. Similarly, “ Sardaukar” is a Persian term for commander or prince.
The biggest thing in my view, though, is the use of the word “jihad”. It means a holy conquest in the name of Islam. Paul describes the religion of Muad’dib exclusively as a jihad, never a conquest or crusade.
I’m sure there are other similarities, but these were the ones I noticed in my rereading (I am only on book one though). Have a good day everyone!
#smythologies#mythology#islam#greek mythology#trojan war#atreides#agamemnon#menelaus#jihad#dune#frank herbert#mahdi#muad'dib#apollo#artemis#alia atreides#paul atreides#fremen#messiah#dune messiah
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Also - I’m really obsessed with Harad lately and I’m trying to sketch out some internal politics to use across my writing. Just some thoughts for anyone who might be interested:
Sometime after the year 1250 of the Third Age, Rómendacil, nineteenth King of Gondor, sent his son Valacar north to act as an emissary to the King of Rhovanion. The King of Rhovanion was what could generously be called a tenuous title - the Northmen had rarely had permanent settlements, and tended to smaller nomadic groups rather than singular kingdoms. Nevertheless, one prince, Vidugavia, had taken to calling himself the King of Rhovanion, and after the substantial aid he supplied to Gondor in her fight against the Easterlings, his claim could not be casually dismissed. Valacar was therefore sent north, and there met and wed Vidugavia’s daughter Vidumavi, who bore him a son, named Eldacar.
Theoretically, no problem, except that the Northmen had never travelled to Númenor, did not participate in the war against Morgoth, and were therefore not availed of a longer lifespan. Upon Valacar’s return to Gondor and his ascension to the throne, there was much worry about the lesser blood status of his wife and son, and fear that the lengthened lifespan of the Kings of Gondor would be lessened by this blood mixing (yup).
When Valacar died and Eldacar prepared to take the throne, full blown civil war broke out. This is known as the Kin-strife. Eldacar, who dwelt in Osgiliath, was chased out of the city and kingdom (fleeing to Rhovanion), and a man named Castamir took the throne, executing Eldacar’s son.
Eventually Eldacar retook control of Gondor and had Castamir put to death, but Castamir’s sons successfully fled to Umbar, making that city a safe haven for all enemies of the King of Gondor.
By 2885 of the Third Age, Umbar - though ostensibly an independent city-state - supported Harad’s claim over the Gondorian realm of Harondor, which had at least once been named a land under dual claim between Gondor and Umbar. This, combined with other military allegiances between the Corsairs and the Haradrim, suggests an especially close relationship, and any extant divisions would have certainly been even more blurred by the time Sauron claimed dominion over them both.
So - we know that Castamir’s sons were instrumental in setting up Umbar as an antagonist to Gondor, but we don’t know how many sons Castamir had or if they all remained in Umbar.
We also know a few other things:
Castamir’s great-grandsons named themselves using Quenya (Sangahyando and Angamaitë) - this doesn’t imply a popular Umbarian usage of Quenya, but does suggest that Quenya itself was not a shunned language in Umbar, at least in TA 1630.
Gandalf’s name in Near Harad was Incánus, which was, despite several changes in gloss, almost always marked out by Tolkien as a Quenya term. So the Haradrim were also using variants of Quenya in the Third Age - which makes sense, because the Haradrim were actually colonised and oppressed by the Númenóreans in and after the reign of Tar-Ciryatan.
Given all that, I suggest the following recent history for Harad:
After the fall of the last descendants of Castamir in TA 1810, the tribes of Harad were dispersed, largely leaderless and prone to violent conflict with one another. Although there were myriad groups with myriad political allegiances and traditions, most could be grouped into one of two meta-traditions.
The first, comprising those tribes who were dominated by descendants of the Black Númenóreans and the Castamirionath, situated their opposition to Gondor in terms of the illegitimacy of its rulership. They hold that Eldacar’s return was illegitimate (as Castamir was the rightful king), and therefore all of Eldacar’s descendants, and the Ruling Stewards as empowered by Pelendur (through heritability), were false kings. Their interest lays in reunifying and strengthening Harad to reclaim Gondor and instal the rightful line of Kings.
The second, comprising those tribes of the “original” Haradrim - those who came direct from Hildórien and never continued to Númenor - who were suppressed during the rule of the Black Númenóreans and later during the rule of Castamir’s sons, have historically had no interest in the unification of Harad, and no interest in paying fealty to those who seek to invade and “reclaim” Gondor. Their hatred of Gondor is situated in their profound distaste of the Númenórean descendants as, essentially, imperialists and colonisers.
In TA 2036, they were all forcibly unified under one ruler, who invoked the name of Castamir and violently suppressed those tribes who opposed him. For eight hundred years the various tributes of Harad existed in something approaching peace, though it was a peace enforced with whips and chains. After the Battle of the Crossings of Poros in TA2885, the Castamiric rulers lost control of several substantial parts of Far Harad, and tightened their grip on the rest of Near Harad.
Ten years before the Ring War, a prince of the tribes of Far Harad began to declare that all the ills of the Haradrim were the ills of Númenor, that Gondor, as its heir, was a craven den of immorality, cruelty, and tyranny. He began to siphon off the tribes of Near Harad, turning those who supported the memory of Castamir against those who did not. In attempt to bring the Far Haradi tribesmen in line, the chieftain of the Near Haradi tribes (the Castamirite) sent his youngest child, a daughter away to marry the Far Haradi firebrand.
During the Ring War, they were effectively unified under Sauron’s banner - the Near Haradrim having been promised dominion over Gondor, and the Far Haradrim having been promised liberation from Near Harad. They were each handily defeated during the War, leaving Harad in ruination.
The sole son and heir of the Near Haradi leader died at the Pelennor Fields, leaving the Near Haradi Castarmirites without a future ruler. His daughter’s son would, therefore, be heir to both tribes, effectively forcing reunification. But her husband laid siege to her father’s lands, leaving Far Harad open to attack by the even more easterly Variags, who were pushed west by devastating droughts in the east.
And that, I think, basically gets me to the years that I’m interested in writing about.
#harad#e writes#basically im v keen on doing an anti-imperialist arc somewhere#but correctly identifying the númenóreans as the imperialists#and essentially putting Tolkien’s “queen among queens’ maxim to the rest#which is especially interesting in the context of Faramir imo#both as the character who delivers that quote#but as someone who - like Valacar - also married someone of a ‘lesser’ race#and of course was also knocked tf out by a haradi arrow
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❝ aw, don’t go soft on me. ❞ ( @ modern fire hubby :^) )
euphoria s1 sentence starters || @sonxflight || accepting
💥 || How he surrenders to the muscular waves that crash through their coalesced forms as the embedded stars and chill and calls of night only intensify. Akin to the ocean’s sweetness found in the salty brine spray and mist that chills and warms and soothes his skin that holds him resolute, drives his strong, calloused hands to move. Hanzo Hasashi’s wanton stare, perhaps hiding a wicked, tantalizing mind emanates the carnal medleys that already swell the air, as he falls deeper and deeper into sweet fixation as he marks the path to happiness upon his beloved’s nape with his lips.
His energy has been stilled, patience brewing from the vessel of exhaustion, as Hanzo Hasashi no longer flows with the times. But when his carnal yearning and desire burst like a stream, taking him in its vehement, passionate force, hurtling off the rocks of the external world that remain; living and breathing, as he often would succumb. Whether willingly or reluctantly, he succumbs ironically to feel better, despite the energy within him bursting like a dam, transmuting itself into value that defines and redefines his legacy. With knowing this intimately, both in his body and psyche, Hanzo smiles; tendrils of his aura shimmering, his heart shivering in respiration and the radiance of its mighty strength and resolve. How constellations spin in their dominions, stars and asterisms cantillating a chorus. For they are musical instruments correlating, synchronizing in time in encompassed togetherness.
So violently do I know the world; for I continue to dream of massacred, blood-soaked ground, as I continue to plunge myself in a garden of black and red agonies. Maybe my heart remains frozen in time, with stillness eating me persistently and mercilessly, engulfs me without serenity and peace, chewing on my insides before it breaks my bones apart.
Yet, the clock of his spiked heartbeats chime every hour no longer echoing the voice of the ghosts, but of the love in the blood vehemently pulsating from his veins, his soul, and his entirety. The wildest storm of his eyes witness the myriads of love bites he himself had produced; as his lips sizzle unreadable language followed by truly amused laughter. “We are going to be wrapped in a long night that seem endless, so let us ride through the stormy torrents by relishing the meadow of stillness.”
Hanzo refuses to sing an ordinary serenade when it comes to their carnal coalescence, as Ryou Sakai’s presence alone makes him hunger for a reality he’s yet to experience. His jaws learned to lock in a vice grip around whatever surface they could reach; be it hard bone or soft flesh, to leave evidence of his existence and as a mark of his affection. A monster to his own desire to hurt, to feel, perhaps this underlying terrible shame and guilt it brings as leaving bruises and scrapes in their wake reminds him that he is breathing, that he is still alive, as soon the reciprocation would mark him all the same. “I find myself plunging deep into the strange faces of dreams, of voices that called, but I refused to answer. Perhaps it is the reality’s viciousness itself that clutches both of our subconsciousness from further plunging deeper into the irreversible abyss of despair and depression.” 💥 ||
#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ ugly syllables of conjured vindictive crimson (modern au)#✗ epitome of sunlight (ryou sakai || sonxflight)#✗ fifty shades of kombat (nsfw)#(GOD THIS TOOK LONG)#(sorry not sorry about him)#sonxflight
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“Leader Denies League Taking Place Of Reds,” Ottawa Citizen. February 21, 1933. Page 1 & 2.
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Rev. A. E. Smith, Directly Accused by Premier Bennett, But Denies Such Allegation.
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Premier Repeats That No One Need Stave
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But Foreigners Who Have Violated Canadian Laws Will Be Sent Out of Country
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In plain terms, Premier R. B Bennett denied all the demands of a delegation from the Canadian Labor Defence League this morning declaring that his government will carry on maintaining law and order throughout the Dominion until such time as a majority in the House of' Commons decides that his government has outlived its usefulness.
"We have evidence that your organization has taken the place of the Communist party, which went out of business with the conviction of the eight men at Toronto, and the evidence leads straight to you," Mr Bennett said to Rev. A. E Smith. Toronto, league president "I have no doubt, personally, as to what a Jury would find as to your conduct." Mr. Smith denied the charge.
Mr. Bennett stated that the so-called "political class-war prisoners" will not be released, as demanded, that prisoners who incited recent riots will be proceeded against under the law and that foreigners held by the courts to have violated Canadian laws will be deported under the law.
The Prime Minister said that through the co-operation of the federal, provincial and municipal, authorities food, clothing and shelter is being provided in Canada so that no one need starve.
Mr. Bennett was accompanied at the interview by Senator Arthur Meighen, government leader in the senate chamber, Hon. W. A. Gordon, minister of labor; Hon. Hugh Guthrie, minister of Justice, and Hon. Maurice Dupre. solicitor-general. Mr. Smith was accompanied by 13 men and by Mrs. Tim Buck of Toronto. Two or three Ottawa men including J. Lyons, were in the delegation.
Senator Meighen denied statements by L. Ryan,Halifax lawyer, that there is one law for the rich and another for the poor, since the brokers were released when half their time was served. "That all nonsense," Mr. Meighen said.
Mr. Guthrie read several telegraphs, which it was threatened that he would be held ‘personally responsible’‘ for any punishment or injury to Communist prisoners. Mr. Smith said no personal violence was intended, he would be he held accountable politically, Mr. Gutrie said the Communist prisoners, if their conduct was good, would be treated as to securing parole the same as all other prisoners.
Illustrate Free Speech.
"Could there on any better illutration that we have free speech in this country than that you are here and speaking in the unseemly language you have used?” Mr. Bennett asked "You say this government operates a frame-up against prisoners and you make a lot of other equally extragavant, exaggerated and reckless statements. This government does not intend to resign untila majority in the House of Commons declares that our usefulness is over. We won t resign because of demands or threats by your organization, seeking to weaken constituted authority and the morale of the people. We will use every instrument at our command to maintain law and order, understand that, and after that the people of Canada will take a hand."
Mr. Ryan asked Mr. Bennett what he meant by this veiled innuendo, whereupon Meighen interjected: "It means that if this government fail to maintain law and order, the people will put another government in power which will maintain order.”
"We are not wholly unaware of your communications with outside countries,” Mr. Bennett went on. "and the threats being made as to what must be done here. Just remember this is Canada, and the people will see that the law is enforced.”
"People that come here from other countries must abide by our laws or leave the country. If they the break the laws of our Dominion, then this government propose to use the machinery of the law to send them back to their own country. We won't tolerate being dictated to by Russia or any other country. All the power we have will be used to put down riots and any prisoners who have incited riots in prisons will be proceeded against under the law." Mr. Bennett concluded.
Says Tim Buck Shot At
Mr Smith, in his 25-minute speech laying the demands of the league before the government declared that Tim Buck, convicted Communist of Toronto, was shot at in his cell by prison officials. Mr. Smith characterized the report of General D. M. Ormond, superintendent of penitentiaries, on the Kingston riot as just a frame-up to add to the sentences of Communists imprisoned there, He asked a popular enquiry into the prisons with workers on the committee of enquiry.
When asked by Mr. Bennett how much it cost to bring the delegation of 14 well-dressed, apparently well-fed persons, to Ottawa, Mr. Smith said he didn't know, but the league was bearing the cost. "We'd be glad to have a contribution from you,"' Mr. Smith remarked
"Don’t be impertinent,” Mr, Bennett replied. "I'm not contributing to any illegal institutions, you may as well understand that. ''
Altogether the interview took about one hour and 10 minutes.
#ottawa#prime minister of canada#canadian politics#canadian labor defence league#political demands#working class politics#communists#class war#scenes from the class struggle#r. b. bennet#political prisoners#convict revolt#kingston penitentiary#1932 kp riot#xenophobia in canada#iron heel#great depression in canada
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What is a Colonialism Example?
Colonialism is the foreign exploitation and enslavement of another country. It has been described as a kind of economic exploitation, a country's dominion over another, and linguistic and cultural enslavement of a people. Other characteristics of colonialism, such as the language of civilization, savagery, and barbarism, are used to compel people to do the colonists' labor.
Economic exploitation is benefiting one group at the expense of another. It could be a transactional or structural occurrence. There are various explanations of how this happens and how it compares to other forms of exploitation.
A victim of exploitation will receive less than she deserves. In other circumstances, the perpetrator will also cause her injury. This is an especially pertinent topic in the context of colonialism.
Sweatshops are one type of economic exploitation. Sweatshop owners may exploit employees by employing them, paying them minimal wages, and ignoring their necessities.
One of the numerous types of colonialism is dominance by outsiders. It usually refers to a situation in which the ruling class of a former colony looks up to the dominating imperial class in terms of politics and economics. It is also an inclusive term. For example, outsider dominance has occurred in the Caribbean, South America, North America, and Europe.
Colonialism is an instrumental process with three major components. Physical, human, and spiritual elements are included. The process, in particular, is the natural result of another nation's conquest of a foreign country. A colonial administration is founded for the benefit of its colony, yet it invariably impacts the lives of indigenous people.
Subjugation has indeed played an essential role in human history. Many people are oppressed all throughout the world. This oppression takes many forms, ranging from violent persecution to the marginalization of indigenous voices. Indigenous people are frequently forced to perform menial labor.
Colonialism occurs when a person or group relocates to a new land. The colonists do not merge with the indigenous people. They do not intend to supplant indigenous people. Instead, they plan to utilize the new country's resources.
Historically, European colonies were located on the African, Asian, and Latin American continents. These empires, however, have disintegrated during the last few centuries.
For most of the nineteenth century, social evolutionism, a term coined by John Lubbock, promised to demolish the concept that all societies were identical. It also offered a counter-model to the Christian/theological paradigm of cultural diversity. The following is a brief history of "civilization" as we know it today.
The advantages of French colonization of North America, particularly Canada, was one of the more critical discussions in the area. Aside from legality, the nitty-gritty of the situation comprised slavery, forced labor, and quasi-feudal social structures.
Place names were an essential part of colonialism in North America. They are significant because they reflect distinct groups' social identities and create a sense of territoriality and national ownership.
A look at the various place names found in US national parks reveals an alarming tendency. These names promote settler colonialism, white supremacy, and racist ideas.
Surprisingly, settler colonial place names are most commonly seen in popular locales. The quantity of Indigenous names is also limited. The proportion of Indigenous terms, on the other hand, increases with each degree of longitude pushed westward.
The impact of Marxism on colonialism is debatable. Philosophers disputed the legitimacy of colonialism during the nineteenth century. Some thinkers thought Europeans owed it to the rest of the world to "civilize" it. Others argued that European civilization helped indigenous peoples.
The recent European colonial effort evolved as more individuals were able to travel across oceans. Despite population dispersal, it retained political control.
Colonialism was exploitation. It included forced labor, quasi-feudal property and force systems, and slavery. Enlightenment thinkers thought all of these practices were bad.
Enlightenment intellectuals maintained the idea that every person is deserving of respect. They also acknowledged the possibility of cultural diversity. The barbarism of colonialism called these ideas into question.
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➝ JUSTINIAN-DECEPTION: (HIDDEN-FOREIGN-TEXT-KNOWN-AS-DOG-LATIN) 🔔 The Mother of all Deceptions: The Concept of Modern Day Slavery
All that needs to be done is for living man to give his consent to a DEAD corporation in order that a dead corporation can access the “dominion” (Total Authority) from such a living man. If the man does not consent, then a secret system of deception may have to be created in order to deceive such a man into consent without such a man ever being aware… The secret system exists. Its deception is: “Legal Title” and its tool is Grammar.
“DOG-LATIN” identified in Black’s Law Dictionary, 4th Edition: DOG-LATIN, the language of the Illiterate, being: Latin Text based on the grammatical rules of English. In relation to the English Dictionary, Dog Latin is debased Latin, and is criminal, immoral and constitutes a counterfeit. ➝ The TRUTH Shall Set You FREE
The Concept of Modern Day Slavery:
This Article is not legal advice in any way, it is a story in relation to research and findings that have been uncovered in relation to such research directed at the grammatical appearance and the grammatical standing of Government, (Or what could be foreign de-facto governments) Court and Banking Contracts and Charges. This article hopefully may alert some of you to the dangers of entering into contracts when you are not aware of the importance of the grammatical appearance of the languages employed within such contracting paper instruments. Is the “legal title” you hold “really” saying what you assumed it to say?
An Account of “Grammatical Crimes” of Corporate Governance, courts and enforcement agencies by the use of DOG-LATIN: a “debased” criminal immoral foreign written language that renders all such DOG-LATIN documents, tendered by such corporate private governments, as “counterfeit”. DOG-LATIN is unhyphenated all uppercase Latin symbolic text that follows the grammatical rules of English and not the grammatical rules of Latin. It is the language of the Illiterate, (Blacks Law Dictionary 4th Edition) it looks just like English, “IT LOOKS JUST LIKE THIS” but grammatically, it is the deception right under your nose… It is the poison in the text, it is the corruption in the contract. If you hold any part of this debased criminal all uppercase text of the dead corporations, such as your Driver License, you are claiming membership to the Underworld, criminal counterfeit, corrupt, corporate world of the Dead Corporations. You become a criminal.
The “presumption” of a foreign military occupation of our country under the foreign control of Rome:
In 1973, Whitlam, Prime Minister of “AUSTRALIA” signed us up to a private military “Roman” contracting system of governance called: “UNIDROIT”, head office in Rome. This is why the written language and its relationship to Private Contracts is so important to be aware of. The UNITED STATES, being the de-facto government of the United States of America, is now also a part of UNIDRIOT, under the power of Rome. DOG-LATIN (Debased Latin) appears to be the official language of the Infants: Military, infantry of Rome. It appears to be the language of the DEAD, (Debtor) and the only way you can hold a military name is in the ALL UPPERCASE APPEARANCE of the dead language: LATIN and or DOG-LATIN, being the designation of things and not proper names, such as your SURNAME. Proper Latin appears to be the official language of Rome and we “Assume” that DOG-LATIN (Debased Latin) is the language of the military debtor accounts/ledgers of Rome and a lack of understanding of such facts may be the cause of many Australians and people from around the world, to be losing their property and all their common law birth rights via a lack of understanding in relation to the appearance of such LATIN-TEXT-AND-ITS-DOGGED-CORRUPTION. The Beast is the VATICAN and the mark of the beast is its written text.
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Students at Westminster School Interact Themselves in Audio
Westminster School, a Private Kindergarten in Virginia, delivers its college students ample musical chances. The college strives to offer an ecosystem that builds The scholars’ musical abilities and fosters their creative development. New music fosters the event of intellectual, social, psychological, motor, language, and literacy abilities. Small children’s motor competencies, as well as head-system coordination, are enhanced when Studying an instrument.
Tunes training is a vital Portion of any Private School curriculum. It can help young children create a range of critical abilities, like intellectual, social, emotional, motor, language, and literacy competencies. Furthermore, songs improves children's motor expertise and mind-entire body coordination. In addition it increases their language competencies, empathy, teamwork techniques, plus more. Private colleges that supply audio teaching programs offer their pupils with a well-rounded training that prepares them for success in all regions of lifetime. By giving these alternatives, Westminster School sets by itself apart as a frontrunner in non-public education and learning.
Westminster School is very pleased to provide various new music education programs to our pupils. We provide equally non-public and team classes, in addition to a assortment of general performance chances. Our music teaching programs are designed to support our college students produce their expertise and abilities in a supportive and nurturing environment.
Our upcoming musical performances incorporate:
one. Diamond Jubilee Celebration
2. Kings Dominion Competition
three. Future Musical Performances
The Westminster School music performances are a great way for students to get involved in tunes and expertise its Positive aspects. These performances happen two times a year, and they provide college students having an enriching university working experience. Westminster has generally aimed to provide its pupils having a holistic training and an atmosphere that delivers out their best. The audio performances are just a single illustration of how Westminster is dedicated to providing its students having a perfectly-rounded education.
Westminster School's classical schooling is the ideal Basis for fulfillment inside the 21st century. Our arduous educational software trains learners in crucial subjects in just a broad humanities curriculum, getting ready them for success in college or university and outside of. Together with creating a nicely-educated head, our classical instruction develops energy of character, dedication to Studying, generosity of spirit, and Pleasure in the chances of everyday living. Westminster School is the ideal preference for folks who want their children to obtain the best possible training. Get hold of us nowadays at 703-256-3620 to learn more about Private Education, our distinctive application And just how we can assist your son or daughter achieve their full prospective.Get more information
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“Now the word travels from mouth to mouth, from hand to hand, like a coin that is used to barter ideas, to change opinions, to purchase good will.”
—Language as an Instrument of Dominion, Rosario Castellanos; tr. Maureen Ahern.
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A Drunkard's Tale: Vol. 3
Legend tells of a lone wolf that roamed a barren wasteland far, far away.
Once, he had been king of his pack, leading them in the hunt, in battle, and in the search for a home… Now, the sole remaining legacy of those days were the scars that covered his body.
He had led the way as they ran across open plains, navigated through abandoned ruins, and passed through the domains of monsters and the Seelie. The wasteland was a cruel place. The wolf-king grew older with each passing day, and the other wolves gradually dispersed. As time went by, the wolf pack’s history faded into distant memory, until finally only the aged wolf-king remained, the sole survivor of its pack.
This wasteland is said to be a land beyond the dominion of deities, inhabited only by the grotesque ghostly remains of fallen gods, where the former palaces of the Seelie now stand empty. So when the solitary old wolf passed by a gray palace and heard the sound of music coming from within, it caught its attention.
“Never before have I heard a sound so pleasing to the ears, whether it be a song of bird or insect, that it stays the pangs of hunger in my starved stomach as this tune does.”
Intrigued, the wolf stepped inside the gray hall, trod across the overgrown weeds, and passed by a broken sarcophagus, on which a portrait of the deceased ruler was still clearly visible.
Finally, he came to an inner room, where he saw a fair maiden strumming at her instrument.
Her skin was ashen white and her head was bowed down, her slender fingers gently stroking the fragile strings of the lute as she played a long-forgotten and mournful melody.
The wolf sat down in front of the pale young maden and forgot all about the pain of hunger, thirst, and loneliness for a short while, as it listened in silence to her song.
“The chirping of insects on a long-gone autumn night is the chorus of exiles, signing mankind’s most ancient song as they live out their plight…”
“Stripped of all that the body once held close and the soul once held dear, songs and memories are all that now remain of yesteryear.”
“The last singers, the first Seelie, they played their final tune in the hall of angels.”
The tiny Seelie playing in the forest were also drawn to the young maiden’s tune, and flocked to her to pay their respects.
“What is this song that you play?”
The wolf asked, puzzled, for it understood every line, every word, every syllable she spoke – and yet, hers was a language that it had never heard before, quite unlike that of any other living being.
“A song of the Seelie.”
Replied the pale young maiden in a soft voice.
“Long, long ago, we wrote this song for the human savages. Yet now, we sing it to mourn our own fate.”
The wolf began to sing along, albeit clumsily, to the maiden’s tune.
The wolf’s voice was husky and broken, filled with a lifetime of sorrow.
“What are you singing?”
The maiden asked of the wolf.
“This is our song.”
Responded the wolf.
“It sounds ghastly.”
The maiden made no attempt to soften her criticism as she continued to caress the lute strings.
“But, you are welcome to sing along with me all the same.”
And so, a shared chorus sung by fair young maiden and weary old wolf filled the chambers of the long-abandoned palace. It is said that to this day, adventurers who pass by this place still hear a strange yet harmonious melody sounding from within.
“And then? …The story ends here?”
The wolf licked its lips, somewhat ruefully, and then said:
“I suppose I shall tell you a story now.”
And with that, the wolf cleared its throat and began to tell its tale.
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064.
Get your shuffle on and answer the questions for each song that comes up!
1
What is the song?
Snapback x Old Dominion
Would you consider this one of your favourite songs?
No, but I do enjoy it a lot.
Have you ever heard this song live?
Nope.
What year did this song come out?
2016... omg.
2
What is the song?
@ my worst x blackbear
How did you discover this song?
Spotify.
Does this song remind you of anyone? Who?
Yeah... myself, guys I’ve been with... idk, I could relate it to so many people.
Would you play this song at a party?
No, lol
3
What is the song?
Never Gonna Change x David Morris
Do you listen to this song often?
No.
Is this song a cover?
Nope.
Have you ever met the person who sings this song?
No.
4
What is the song?
10 Things I hate About You x Leah Kate
Is this song fun to sing along to?
YESSS.
What are the lyrics about?
Ex boyfriend/break up
Does this song evoke any strong memories for you?
Yeah.
5
What is the song?
Hotline Bling x Drake
Is this song in any movies/TV shows? You can google if you want.
Yeah.
What’s the name of the album this song is on?
Views.
Does this song feature another musician?
No.
6
What is the song?
Better Together x Luke Combs
Is this a happy or sad song? Maybe another emotion?
Happy, I guess.
Do you know all the lyrics to this song?
Yes.
Is this song similar to other music you listen to?
Yeah.
7
What is the song?
Cornelia Street x Taylor Swift
Is this song on any of your playlists?
Yeah.
What instruments can be heard in this song?
Idk, synth? I’m not good at listening for different instruments.
Do you like, love, dislike or hate this song?
I love it.
8
What is the song?
Met Him Last Night x Demi Lovato ft. Ariana Grande
How long ago did you discover this song?
Idk, earlier this year? I can’t remember and have a bad concept of time.
Is this a love song? Maybe unrequited love?
I don’t think so.
Is this song in English, or another language?
English.
9
What is the song?
I Hope You Dance x Lee Ann Womack
Has this song ever been covered or sampled? You can google.
Probably.
What genre is this song?
Country.
What do you like about this song?
It’s a sweet song from a mother to her child.
10
What is the song?
IDFWFEELINGS x UPSAHL
Have you ever learned how to play an instrument for this song?
No.
Was this song around when you were in high school?
Nope.
Would you recommend this song to a friend?
Yes.
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Gogiteth
Image © Paizo Publishing, accessed at aonprd.com here
[The folks at Paizo were proud enough of the gogiteth for it to be one of the spotlight monsters when they were promoting the release of Pathfinder 2nd Edition, and it was one of the first 2e original monsters to get its own miniature]
Gogiteth
CR 12 CE Aberration
This skittering horror has eyes clustered around its bony body like warts. Five mouths sit at its apex, each of them slavering and filled with human like teeth. It has long spidery legs, each tipped in a jagged claw, that pop and creak as it moves.
Gogiteths are sometimes called “skittering horrors”, and resemble a parody of a monstrous insect or spider. Their origins are unknown—some believe them to be a fleshwarping experiment gone awry, whereas others think that they are a refugee or pest having fled from the Dominion of the Black. Gogiteths are dangerous enough on their own, but are social creatures that hunt in packs in order to chase down and devour enormous prey.
In combat, a gogiteth is always on the move. They are adept at attacking on the run, and can move remarkably quickly even with a captured prey item (like a humanoid). Although their joints pop and crack as they move, this appears to be something of an affectation, as the gogiteth can suppress the sound by concentration. They make odd, whistling cries when triumphant, and choruses of these horrible songs echo through the lightless depths.
A gogiteth hive is dangerous enough that traditional enemies, like duergar and drow, will call a truce to eradicate it. These hives are littered with the broken scraps of gogiteth kills, and the treasures they once carried are often piled in central locations. It is unclear of whether gogiteths value treasure as such, but they enjoy the noises that coins and gems make sliding along each other, and musical instruments are greatly prized (albeit badly damaged when the monsters are done with them).
Gogiteth CR 12
XP 19,200
CE Large aberration
Init +3; Senses all-around vision, darkvision 60 ft., Perception +10
Defense
AC 27, touch 13, flat-footed 23 (-1 size, +3 Dex, +1 dodge, +14 natural)
hp 161 (17d8+85)
Fort +9, Ref +15, Will +11; evasion
Immune poison
Defensive Abilities skittering stride
Offense
Speed 40 ft., climb 30 ft.
Melee bite +17 (2d10+6 plus grab), 3 claws +17 (2d6+6/19-20)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. (5 ft. with bite)
Special Attacks constrict (1d10+9), mobile grappler, skittering assault
Statistics
Str 23, Dex 17, Con 19, Int 6, Wis 12, Cha 10
Base Atk +12; CMB +21 (+25 grapple); CMD 35 (51 vs. trip)
Feats Acrobatic Steps, Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Improved Critical (claw), Lightning Reflexes, Mobility, Nimble Moves, Spring AttackB, Stealthy, Toughness
Skills Acrobatics +12 (+16 when jumping), Climb +21, Escape Artist +14, Perception +10, Stealth +10, Survival +10
Languages Aklo (cannot speak)
Ecology
Environment underground
Organization solitary, pair, pack (3-6) or hive (7-24)
Treasure standard
Special Abilities
Mobile Grappler (Ex) A gogiteth can move its full speed when making a combat maneuver check to move a grappled opponent.
Skittering Assault (Ex) A gogiteth gains Spring Attack as a bonus feat. When it uses the Spring Attack feat, it can make up to three claw attacks, but it must move at least five feet between each attack, and all of its attacks must target different creatures.
Skittering Stride (Ex) When a gogiteth takes a 5 foot step, it can choose to move 10 feet. This movement still does not provoke attacks of opportunity.
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#39: Bacchus, God of Wine
Eat, drink, and be merry, Gods and Goddesses!
The revelry never stops when Bacchus comes to town. The god of wine, theatre, and madness is the host whose parties you do want to attend. Indulgence, hedonism, and entertainment is the bare minimum that Bacchus's worshippers purse in life. His cult absolves from social constrains and puts responsibilities aside. But be careful, as you can easily lost yourself in the frenzy of indulgence and madness of liberation. You have been warned...
Next Time: He's a maneater... I guess Daryl Hall & John Oates were right.
Let's see what do we bring to the party (please, not another potato salad!):
Hey, Brother! Pour the Wine: The first and foremost of Bacchus's dominions; fermented grape juice. Drinking more gives him additional protections and benefits.
Off the Rails on the Crazy Train: Bacchus's madness and intoxication spill all over the battlefield, slowing and stunning enemies. He also inflicts burping damage. No, I'm not kidding.
King of Belly Flops: One of Bacchus's signature moves is performing a belly flop that deals AoE damage.
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Bacchus is a god, but he started as a demigod son of Jupiter. He also takes all sorts of people under his wing. Therefore, we're making him an Aasimar (Protector). We get a +2 Charisma and +1 Wisdom, 60 feet of Darkvision, resistance to necrotic and radiant damage, ability to speak Common and Celestial, and the Light cantrip. We additionally get Healing Hands: once per long rest, we can use our action to restore a number of Hit Points equal to our level to one creature we touch. Perfect hangover cure.
As the finest winemaker in all the realms, Bacchus is going to be a Guild Artisan. We gain proficiency in Insight and Persuasion, proficiency with one type of artisan's tools (Brewer's supplies), one language of our choice (I suggest Sylvan or Elvish), and the Guild Membership feature. Whenever we visit a town with our guild's outpost, we can request food and lodging, as well as help when dealing with higher society, as guilds tend to hold a large amount of social and political power. All tongues get loose with the right amount of wine.
ABILITY SCORES
We're starting with Charisma, persuading to drink with us shouldn't be hard and might open many doors. Constitution will be next, it takes some serious fortitude to drink as much as Bacchus. Follow that up with Wisdom; spending the childhood with a satyr teacher probably teaches you how to be wise and street-smart, instead of science and mathematics (that's what the centaurs are for).
Dexterity is next, Bacchus is a chonky fella and yet his belly flops are legendary in force and distance. Strength will be on the lower end, we're a lover, not a fighter. Finally, we're dumping Intelligence, like I said before, our upbringing was less academic and more practical.
CLASS
Level 1 - Bard: As a god of theatre and entertainment, we should start with the entertainment class. Bards get a d8 as their Hit Dice, [8 + Constitution modifier] initial Hit Points, proficiency with light armour, simple weapons, hand crossbows, longswords, rapiers, shortswords, and three musical instruments of our choice. Bacchus doesn't seem to be wearing any armour, but I'm sure a regular leather won't harm him. We can also get a quarterstaff to mimic his holy rod, the Thyrsus. Our saving throws are Dexterity and Charisma, and we get to pick any three skills (Animal Handling, Nature, and Performance).
With Bardic Inspiration, we can boost our allies' chances of success. A rousing performance, a song, or a glass of wine, and our target gains a d6 Inspiration Die; they can use it once within the next 10 minutes on one ability check, saving throw, or attack roll. Our number of IDs equal our Charisma modifier, and we regain all spent IDs after a long rest.
Bards are also full-casters, so they get Spellcasting. Charisma is our casting ability, and we know cantrips and rituals. Bards know a fixed number of spells and start with two cantrips (Friends and Thunderclap) and four 1st-level spells (Charm Person, Cure Wounds, Id Insinuation, and Tasha's Hideous Laughter).
Level 2 - Bard: With Jack of All Trades, we can now apply half of our proficiency bonus (rounded down) to any ability check that uses skills we're not proficient in. We also know Song of Rest; during short rest, when the party is using Hit Dice to recover Hit Points, we can add extra 1d6 healing to their rest. For this level's spell, we're actually going to hold until the next one.
Level 3 - Bard: We get Expertise. We can choose two skills we're proficient with and double our proficiency bonus when performing skill checks. Let's choose Insight and Persuasion.
We also get to pick our subclass, our Bard College. For the seemingly bumbling drunk Bacchus is, we're gonna reach into an old UA called Kits of Old and choose College of Satire. Doing so, gives us proficiency with thieves' tools and in Sleight of Hand and one another skill of our choice (Medicine). We are also a Tumbling Fool; as a bonus action, we can Tumble. When we do so, until the end of our turn:
we gain the benefit of both Dash and Disengage
we gain climbing speed equal to our current speed
we get half damage from falling
For this level's spells, since we've skipped it previously, we can pick two 2nd-level spells we've unlocked: Crown of Madness and Shatter.
At 3rd level, we also get an ability coming from our race: Radiant Soul. Ethereal wings of light sprout from our back and for 1 minute we gain the flying speed of 30 feet and once per our turn we can deal extra radiant damage (equal to our level) to an attack or a spell.
Level 4 - Warlock: I'll tell you why very soon. Multiclassing into Warlock gives us proficiencies we already have, so let's move straight into Pact Magic. This form of spellcasting is unique to Warlocks; basically, we know a fixed number of spells and they are always cast at the highest level we can reach. It does, however, result in a very limited spell pool. Warlocks also start by picking their subclass, choosing their Otherworldly Patron. Since Bacchus was raised by the satyr Silenus, we're going with the Archfey Patron.
Archfey Warlocks get Fey Presence. Once per short or long rest, as an action, we can force a Wisdom saving throw onto all creatures within 10 foot cube from ourselves. On a failed save, the creatures are either charmed or frightened (our choice) until the end of our next turn.
Finally, for this level's spells, we get to pick two cantrips (Magic Stone and Poison Spray) and two 1st-level spells (Sense Emotion and Sleep).
Level 5 - Warlock: We unlock Eldritch Invocations, which are small feats we can customize our Warlock with. Usually it means we can cast spells without burning our precious slots. We start by learning two Invocations:
Armour of Shadows lets us cast Mage Armour at will without spending slots or components.
Green Lord's Gift boosts our healing capabilities. Whenever we regain Hit Points, we take every die's maximum value.
We can get another 1st-level spell, let's pick the Healing Elixir for the refreshing vial of liquid courage.
Level 6 - Warlock: We are granted a Pact Boon, an extension of our contract. We get an option between four boons. Now, Bacchus doesn't really use a weapon, doesn't have a familiar, and isn't all about books and spells. We may however use Pact of the Talisman as this sorta lucky charm. Wearing the Talisman lets us add a 1d4 roll result to a failed ability check, potentially turning it into a success. We can use this feature the number of times equal to our proficiency bonus per long rest.
We also unlock 2nd-level spells here. Since alcohol is known to make people open to suggestions, we're gonna pick the Suggestion spell.
Level 7 - Warlock: We finally get an ASI! Let's put one point into Charisma and one into Dexterity. We also get another cantrip here (Prestidigitation) and another spell (Darkness).
Level 8 - Warlock: We don't necessarily get anything class-wise here, but we do unlock 3rd-level spells. For that, let's make our party guests more eager to indulge with Incite Greed.
We can also pick another Eldritch Invocation: Misty Visions lets us cast the Silent Image spell at will.
Level 9 - Warlock: We get our first Archfey subclass feature: with Misty Escape, we can use our reaction whenever we take damage to turn invisible and teleport up to 60 feet to an unoccupied space. We remain invisible until the start of our next turn or until we attack or cast a spell.
For this level's spell, let's take a look at the Archfey spell list and grow some wine-making ingredients with Plant Growth.
Level 10 - Warlock: Halfway through the build and we unlock 4th-level Warlock slots. From our spell list, we're gonna pick Sickening Radiance. We can also pick another Eldritch Invocation: Sculptor of Flesh lets us cast the Polymorph spell once per long rest using the Warlock spell slot. Useful when we need to turn some pirates into dolphins.
Level 11 - Warlock: Oh, ASI, how did I miss you. Let's put one point into our Dexterity and one into Constitution. For this level's spell, we're gonna take Banishment to show the unwanted guests the door.
Level 12 - Warlock: We unlock 5th and final level of Warlock spells. Let's pick Synaptic Static here, as well as another Eldritch Invocation. Whispers of the Grave lets us cast the Speak with Dead spell at will.
Level 13 - Warlock: We learn another cantrip (Mind Sliver) and we gain another subclass feature. Beguiling Defences give us immunity to being charmed. Additionally, when a creature tries to charm us, we can pull the Uno Reverse card and force a Wisdom saving throw onto it to be charmed for 1 minute instead.
Level 14 - Warlock: We learn bits of heavy-duty magic power with Mystic Arcanum. We can choose to learn one high-level spell from beyond normal capabilities of a Warlock. We can cast these spells once per long rest without expending the spell slot (that we don't normally have). For our 6th-level Arcanum let's get the Mental Prison spell.
Level 15 - Warlock: Once more ASI. Let's put one point into Constitution and one into Charisma. We also get to pick another Eldritch Invocation: Bond of the Talisman lets us teleport to another person wearing our talisman (or them teleporting to us) as long as we're on the same plane of existence. We can use this feature a number of time equal to our proficiency bonus per long rest.
Level 16 - Warlock: We get the next Mystic Arcanum. For our 7th-level magic grenade, we're going to hit our enemies with the mother of all hangovers from Power Word: Pain.
Level 17 - Warlock: We get our final subclass upgrade. Dark Delirium forces one creature within 60 feet of us into an illusory realm. On a failed Wisdom saving throw, the creature is charmed or frightened by us (our choice) for 1 minute or until dealt damage, and cannot see, hear, or sense anyone but themselves and us.
Level 18 - Warlock: For another Mystic Arcanum, we looking at 8th-level spells. What's better for the God of Madness than the Maddening Darkness spell. We also get to pick our final Eldritch Invocation: Witch Sight gives us ultimate vision; no shapeshifter or illusionist can now disguise or conceal themselves before us.
Level 19 - Warlock: Time for our final ASI. Let's finally cap the Charisma to 20 and use our one remaining point for Intelligence.
Level 20 - Warlock: Our capstone is Warlock 17, and we unlock the final magic grenade. For 9th-level Mystic Arcanum, we're gonna pick the True Polymorph spell.
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Here we sit, enjoying the shade (Hey, Brother! Pour the wine!)
Drink the drink that I have made (Hey, Brother! Pour the wine!)
Let's see... First of all, we're a master of illusion, charms, and persuasion. On top of being completely immune to charming - probably the most common effect in the game. Our tricks also give us some mobility and distance, which helps us in survival.
Our AC (with Mage Armour) is 15, we've a +2 bonus to our Initiative, and the average Hit Points of 149.
Unfortunately, the Multiclass results in a lot of resources to manage at once (spell slots, Bardic Inspiration, etc.), and for a big part of the build we were a bit too squishy to be a frontline combatant. We also have the negative modifier to our Intelligence and our abilities are average overall.
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And that's the vinter of Olympus, Diony-- I mean, Bacchus. Yeah. Our first Roman god. I'll see you in the next one, friends. I need a drink before the... next one...
- Nerdy out.
#smite#smite gods#hirez smite#dnd#dungeons and dragons#character building#d&d 5e#dnd 5e#d&d#d&d build#dnd build#protector aasimar#bard#warlock#archfey#fey#bacchus#dionysos#greek gods#roman mythology
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Okay folks, we’re ranking Ghost’s new album, Impera.
Just some general thoughts on the album: the Def Leppard & Iron Maiden & 80’s hair metal influence is very palpable, which I LOVED. Truly no one is making music like this anymore & I love Ghost for doing this. There’s some real tear-jerkers. The political messaging is +A. The guitar solos and drum work were ++++A. You go Tobias & all the Ghouls and Ghoulettes! It’s impossible for me to rank Ghost albums, but this one ~might~ just be my fave.
1. Respite on the Spitalfields: there are not enough words in any language to describe how incredible this song is. Holy shit. I think I’m going to have a heart attack when I get to see this live eventually. The bass at the beginning just scratches my brain, it’s so good.
2. Darkness at the Heart of My Love: made me weep like a small child. I didn’t know I needed more 80’s-style ballads in my life, but I did. And you probably do too. This song is a BANGER.
3. Watcher in the Sky: so catchy, so heavy, so good. It’s 80’s rock, but better & without the casual sexism. SEARCHLIGHTS
4. Griftwood: so catchy, so good. It’s 80’s rock but better. I’m your rock babyyyyy / Won’t back down is about to be stuck in my head for months lol. Tobias absolutely knocked it out of the park with his delivery of those lines.
5. Twenties: I don’t care what anyone says, this song is a banger. It’s heavy metal meets Oingo Boingo meets reggaeton meets 80’s rock. It’s a certified Twerk Banger. I’d get down to this at the club, I really would.
6. Spillways: Super good, super fun, super 80’s. Love that the beginning sounds a little like ABBA, who is another of Sweden’s cherished children
7. Call Me Little Sunshine: will be stuck in my head for the next 20 business years. Also the live version kicks all ass & the backing vocals gave me chills. We need the Ghoulette(s) (not sure if there’s more than one woman in the band rn) to sing backing vocals on the studio versions from now on.
8. Hunter’s Moon: Super fun song & I love that it was written for Halloween Kills. This was stuck in my head for MONTHS after it first came out. Def not as good as some of the other songs on the album, but still a BANGER & the breakdown is so good.
9. Kaisarion: Sorry to people who worship this song. It’s a great song!!! An amazing song! I just don’t love it as much as the others. There’s a little part starting at 3 minutes that sounds like Rush tho & that’s pretty dope. Super 80’s. I think I like the live version more than the studio version tho & the scream at the beginning of the studio version is top notch.
10. Imperium: this is an amazing instrumental. It’s only at the end bc I couldn’t stomach putting an instrumental above any of the full songs. I LOVE the riff tho & love that it repeats at the end of Respite
11. Bite of Passage: I really like this as an instrumental lead-in to Respite, but I actually wish this had been a full song
12. Dominion: not a big fan of horns. Really, this is the only thing I skip on the album. But it’s a good lead-in to the absolute banger that is Twenties
Also Papa IV has me hot and bothered lmao. What does Tobias put in that mask, I swear to god
#the band Ghost#Ghost#Ghost bc#Impera#heavy metal#Tobias forge#ghouls#ghoulettes#respite on the spitalfields#darkness at the heart of my love#watcher in the sky#imperium#kaisarion#spillways#griftwood#twenties#call me little sunshine#hunter’s moon
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