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elgaberino-mcoc · 1 year
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spreadsheet cleanup & obscurity check ULYSSES BLOODSTONE
ComicVine: 128 issues Fandom: 81 issues, 9 variants 0 games
If I count his brief, posthumous MCU “appearance” and the passing mention in MCOC lore, numerically he's high priority for @MCOCwishlist 
BUT if not, he's too low-priority to consider.
Maybe I need to tweak my scoring system.
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jasposeyblog · 2 years
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My commission of Blue Diamond from the Liberty Legion by Erik Fidel
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featherwurm · 7 months
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After fighting a tree, our gang returns the first lifestone to the Wizard of Wines, much to the joy and celebration (and shock) of the family. No more fuckin' crazy druids and their stupid stupid blights.
Milan shows off the stone, the younger family members almost afraid to touch it, but excited to have it returned.
Osry explains our plan of "Bury it deep, then put a DECOY rock above it, then put a heavy-ass pile of rocks on top of it using some of the absurd strength of the party." The family is keeping an eye on it though.
Garland, with a moment in private, at last asks Milan to channel the husband he had who passed while they were in the mists. The spirit implies some... interesting, though unclear, things.
As seasons change to winter, the party prepares to overwinter in various reasonable places until they can meet again in the spring. Vol has a hard time saying goodbye.
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trickshxt · 4 years
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starter for @theophagya!
This sector is made for hiding; a universe within itself built for deception and shadow. It suits him now, considering the prize kept close to his chest. Suit shifted for something far less conspicuous among the low light of the bear, jacket heavy and jeans dark and faded. (How long has it been since he wore either? He doesn’t know and isn’t sure he’s ready to remember.)
Credits shift in his fingers; a scant few. But hopefully good. Rule one of hiding out: blending in was critical, and being the only patron in the bar without a drink?
Why ask for that kind of scrutiny?
He slides into an empty seat. Carefully placing his credits on the surprisingly clean counter. “You take these?”
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october-rosehip · 5 years
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“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you” with Macsen?
(There is background for this one I don’t think you have. I noticed that in the mage origin, there are about a dozen elven apprentices and ONE! elf senior enchanter. The implications are horrifying and I noped out of them. So in Strange Luck universe, in Macsen’s early teens, the templars launch a full scale espionage effort followed by alienage raids to find as many elf mages as possible, because they realized the elves had been hiding them. So recently, as of this fic, there are about a dozen new city elves... and one country elf.)
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Nisha wasn't sure she hadn't fallen asleep a few times while putting her fluffy, auburn hair in twists. Silvana Amell helped finish the task sooner, proving a quick study despite having a very different hair texture, herself. They sat up on Nisha's bunk, and the pillow beckoned.
“I used to have to sit for hours while my mother’s hairdresser sculpted my hair into some ridiculous crown for whatever function of state I had to sit through to try to win a husband,” Silvie explained. “It's why I chopped my hair off. I couldn't watch you do this for the entire evening. It was making me sad.”
“Unlike that, though... aaaugh,” Nisha failed to control a yawn. “I don't have to do anything else to it for the next two weeks. Just clothes, and go. It's worth it.”
They finished up and Silvie patted Nisha's shoulder before hopping down. “Why are you a night bath person instead of a morning bath person, anyway? You always wake up so early, you'd have time.”
“Not for the hours and hours it takes my hair to dry. Besides, habit. You'd never want to spend the day, oh, helping deliver a calf and then go to bed without washing.”
“Eugh.”
“Exactly.”
“You've delivered a calf?!”
Nisha jumped a little. How did she never hear him coming? She looked down to see Macsen, arriving with a massive satchel of books. Unlike the others, who sometimes teased her about her life, he looked at her with ears perked up like an excited puppy, blue eyes wide like she'd just said the awesomest thing ever. “You're... interested in cows?”
“Well, yeah, I haven't seen one in years and years. I don't know anything about them, though.”
“All... right, at some point in the near future I will tell you every single thing I know about cows.” She stifled another yawn. “But not right this second, 'cause it'll take a minute. I'm heading for bed.”
“Right behind you, but yes, I need a bath before sleep also.”
Silvana quirked one perfect eyebrow. From his bunk below Macsen's, Jowan shoved his face in a book and Did. Not. Say. Anything. That filled in a few blanks. “You had to do something sweaty and gross for the Revered Mother again, didn't you?” Nisha asked.
Macsen's ears drooped. She was really going to have to let him know about those at some point, but in the meantime, he thought she could read his mind and that was honestly kind of great. “I had to wax the wooden benches. It could have been worse.”
“It's all right, you know. Did she deserve whatever you did?”
“Oh, yes.” His eyes hardened like hail and a tiny bolt of lightning shot through his hair.
“Well, there you go. But ugh I'm serious this time, goodnight!” and she tucked her hair under the scarf she'd been allowed to keep and flopped under the covers before anybody could say anything else interesting. One of these days she would manage to sleep past false dawn, but in the meantime, she'd keep going to bed not long after the tiniest children.
Not that this time it mattered. Macsen returned and crawled into his own bed that had its foot at her head. Silvie joined Jowan and they finished their assignments together. Nisha kept her eyes closed but heard more and more people going to bed or reading silently. Problem was, the dormitory had been cool even during the summer. It had turned into fall by now, the walls sometimes had a frost on them. And now, her feet had a frost on them. She was so tired, but at this rate she'd never actually be able to sleep. She rolled into the tightest ball possible.
“Hey, Neesh?” Macsen whispered. “You're awake, right?”
She sighed. “Yeah. It is the coldest night ever.”
“It really isn't. It gets worse.”
She turned her head to look at him, appalled. “Don't they heat this place ever?”
He radiated sorrow. “Not that you'd notice. Want to come over?”
“Do what now?”
“Bring your blanket over and we can use both. Or I could come over there if you want, and we'll be warmer.”
He says like it's just no big deal. Nisha felt her face heating up, but the rest of her still froze. She risked another look at Macsen, whose oh-so-readable face betrayed the beginnings of confusion... and absolute obliviousness. Darn it all, she missed being warm in her little bed by the kitchen stove, and she'd swear on the cursed spirit tree at the spring back home that Macsen had no ulterior motives. He physically could not lie to her.
“All right, but if you steal the blankets, I'm going to put my cold feet on you.”
“That's fair, but wait til you feel mine. It'll be cold feet war.” He moved over so there would be room. The beds had been built for humans, and they were both very small elves. They would be fine.
She pulled the blanket and pillow from her bed and crawled over to join Macsen. He bit his lip, obviously thinking about something, but then snapped out of it and helped arrange the covers.
“What are you thinking?” she asked him.
“I'm just wondering. Is it weird I asked you? Sometimes I'll say something completely normal and one of the elves who came in when you did will just look at me like I'm a lab frog who ate a lifestone... and now you're doing it.”
Nisha Would. Not. Laugh. She didn't know what happened to lifestone eating frogs, but... well, Macsen probably didn't know roosters were noisy. They all had different lives, and it was no good holding that against anybody. (And she was going to zap a bitch the next time somebody called her “turnip”, speaking of that.)
“It's... unusual?” Nisha began. “My mama would have something to say about this. I noticed that some apprentices shared, but I've been waiting for them to get yelled at.”
“They won't be. Since they won't let us have fire down here then it's all we can do.”
Not letting children who were new to magic around fire made a certain amount of sense, but the winter would be long. And Macsen was being a gentleman. He'd folded his arms. “You can come closer if you want,” she said. She felt conflicted about it, really. He looked so kissable. She felt sure she liked-him liked him, as the kids would say. Would probably actually say, if he kept looking at her like she knew all the secrets of the universe, or at least gardening. But she liked him even better if he was just being kind, right now.
“Are you sure it's all right?” he asked. “it's important to give people their own space.”
“Yeah, it's all right.” They shifted and he hesitated before resting a hand on her shoulder. It felt nice. Her second wind fled and she sort of melted into the mattress. “Night again. Thank you.”
If he said anything in response, she didn't hear it.
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suramarelf · 5 years
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💫 💫 💫 💫 💫
OH BOY LETS GO
💫 : Eres continues to hone his natural knack for telemancy becomes an esteemed telemancer, the best Suramar has known
💫 : Eres follows in Aryadev’s footsteps and becomes a scholar and professor, teaching math and telemancy to students
💫 : Jaetani realizes her orc mate won’t nearly live as long with her, so she finds a shaman to bind a lifestone to the two so that they share a lifespan, whoever dies first the other immediately follows
💫 : Jaetani and Sokran also have a set of twins, a boy and girl
💫 : Cindraeth’s father, Mael’thelor, was married and had children with a human woman named Eldralynn. Since her passing, he has never courted or married another woman since, and now has an elderberry tree in his garden that he makes tea from and drinks everyday as a reminder of her. (He used to call her elderberry as a joke since her name sounded similar to it)
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recentanimenews · 3 years
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Kemono Jihen – 07 – The Spider with the Golden Silk
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At Shiki’s request, the agency gang is off to his home village of Kinshigo, now that he’s ready to learn the fate of his parents. It’s bound not to be a pleasant stroy, but Inugami thinks it’s only right for Shiki to know if he wants to, and he does, for closure and to be able to move on.
After a little girl with pink hair gives Shiki a hard look (my first instinct, these two share mom), Inugami runs into his Uncle Akio, who tells Shiki that his parents are both dead. His father died before he was born, and his mother died when he was five. The reason he’s traumatized is that he walked in on her body at such a young age.
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Having heard the news, Shiki returns to his friends to join them for ice cream, but even Kabane can tell he’s putting on a brave face, Akira tells him not to point that out so tactlessly, but Shiki can’t deny something is still troubling him. Enter Nobimaru, joining them at the bath, suggesting they go see the fireflies.
While Nobimaru is clearly still trying to trick Kabane out of his lifestone for Inari, that he takes Shiki into the woods helps trigger a memory involving a peculiar tree. This sets Shiki on a path of landmarks leading to a Creepy Shack, the very sight of his real trauma. It wasn’t seeing his mother’s dead body, but something far worse: her mother being forced to breed with a monster.
As Shiki recovers from the shock, Nobimaru inspects the now-empty shack, where there is still evidence of medical equipment and claw scratches. He recalls a report a year ago involving Shiki’s uncle, who was trying to make the local folktale about “golden silk” come true, which would expose kemono to the world, something both Inari and Inugami must prevent.
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Still, Inugami kept Inari from “disposing” of Shiki’s uncle, knowing Shiki himself deserved to face him for what he did. When Inugami meets with Uncle Akio at his house (formerly Shiki’s parents’ house), he’s pleased to find Inugami is willing to spill the beans about his plan, because he doesn’t think what he’s done was wrong.
Shortly after he was born, Shiki came down with a nasty case of the Flu, and Akio coerced Kumi into horrific cross-breeding experiments with various kemono in the forest, hoping to find the pairing that would give them the legendary Healing Silk that’ll make them rich and make Akio famous. And while Kumi died in the process, Akio can report that he was successful in finding that pairing—no doubt the little girl is the result of that success.
Inugami happened to be recording Inugami’s confession/rant on his phone for Shiki to listen, and basically gives Shiki leave to do what he wants. Shiki grabs and suspends Akio from the neck with his silk, and out of deference for the years he took care of him, Shiki is willing to give his uncle a quick death.
While he has every right to make him suffer, there’s no escaping the fact that killing Akio will make Shiki a killer, and likely deprive that girl of her only guardian. Will Shiki follow through on his threat, or further weigh the enormity of his uncle’s crimes with the consequences of taking a life? We shall see.
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tonberryslantern · 6 years
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Why We Fight (FFXIV Fiction)
“Why do you have a sword?” Behind Rolf the village burned. 
“To protect people.” Cassidy could see the bodies outside of the burning homes, flames casting stalking shadows on her friends and family. 
Rolf slapped her once, his stinging palm bringing her eyes back to his.  “No, a sword doesn’t protect.  A shield does that.  Why do you have a sword?” 
Even in the darkness underneath the old tree she could see the tired blue of his eyes and the long, neat scar across his brow.  He’d gotten that from a Royalist spear long before she’d been born.  “To kill,” she said, and tightened her grip around the hilt of her blade.
 He nodded, sweat catching in the wrinkles around his eyes, disappearing into the grey of his beard. “Good.  To kill who?”
 “My enemies.”  Another scream stabbed the night air.  Cassidy was sure she recognized it.
 “And who are your enemies?” Despite the scream his eyes never left hers, and his rugged fingers still held her shoulders like a vice.
 “That is for me to decide, and no one else.”  The words came back to her like a prayer.  She’d never understood what he meant until now.
 Rolf nodded again, then turned to face the burning village, their burning village.  His sword left its sheathe without a sound and he looked over his shoulder at her, “There’s nothing left for me to teach you.  We don’t have the time.  Keep your guard up and don’t get surrounded.”
 He charged ahead and she followed.
 The Garleans had heard of Rolf Hellbender.  That was why the village was burning.  Young soldiers become old heroes, and old heroes can become symbols.  The Resistance had come to Rolf more than once and he hadn’t always said no.  Now the Garleans had come to him as well.  Rolf would not trouble them again.
 They had not heard of Cassidy Thorne, or her family which they had burned in their home.  They didn’t know the young girl who’d been fascinated by the old quiet man who lived on the edge of town.  They didn’t know how she’d watched that man practice with his long blade every evening, silhouetted against the setting sun.  They didn’t know about her years of lessons, or how she’d grown up under the tutelage of King Theodric’s personal swordmaster. But after tonight they would remember the name of Cassidy Hellthorne.
 The first Garlean to see them was the first to die.  He got half a warning out before Rolf cut him down in a single clean swipe that took his head from his shoulders.  The second to go was caught off guard as well, run clean through by the charging highlander.  He seemed surprised as he fell, but he shouldn’t have been.  He should have been told who he was hunting that night.
 As Rolf freed his sword from the man’s chest a shot rang out and something whizzed by Cassidy’s head, pulling at her hair.  She turned and saw a Garlean officer pointing his gunblade at her and shouting an order into the darkness.  Rolf just said, “Yours.”
 She closed the distance in six quick weaving steps, throwing off his aim, then her sword rang against his as he parried her first blow.  Cassidy sidestepped, coming to his flank and attacked again, this time he was late on his block and her sword rung against his helmet.  He wasn’t bad, Cassidy decided.  He was better than anyone in her village, with the obvious exceptions excluded, but he wasn’t prepared for what he was facing.  He attacked her several times, two quick cuts and a thrust, but Cassidy had been sparring with Rolf for over a decade now, and in her mind she couldn’t help but critique his every movement.  His wrist was bent wrong here, and his free hand was open there. His weight was unbalanced on the backstroke and he was paying too much attention to her blade and not enough to her shoulders.
 She timed her parry of his fourth attack to twist his sword and overextend his wrist.  He cried out in pain, dropped his blade, and then she gave him three quick cuts, one just above the knee to make him fall, one just below the belly button to spill him out, and one across the throat to keep anyone from helping.  Then she left him there, staring at the bodies in the street and futilely trying to keep what was supposed to be in from coming out.
 He was the first man she’d ever killed, and rather than be shocked at what she’d done Cassidy was surprised by how easy it had been.  The man had been dead the moment he’d missed his first shot, before she’d even seen him. It was just a matter of how long she decided he got to live.  Rolf had dispatched three in the time it had taken her to finish the officer, but she’d always had a flair for the dramatic that her master didn’t share.
 Rolf had fought the monks when he’d helped burn the Temple of Rhalgr.  He wouldn’t have survived that if he’d been anything less than perfectly efficient.  And he wouldn’t have survived turning on his companions when the people had stormed the gates to dethrone the Mad King if he let his emotions get the better of him during combat.  He’d said that what they’d done to the monks had never sat well with him, and that it wasn’t disloyalty when honor demanded making amends for misdeeds.  Cassidy looked at the Ala Mihgan bodies in the dirt and decided that it wasn’t cruelty when she was making amends for what had happened to her home either.
 The next four went as easily as the first, even when she’d taken the last as a pair.  She aimed for vitals, but slow ones.  She nicked arteries instead of cutting them.  She saved the cutting for tendons and muscles so she didn’t have to worry about them as they died.  The pair she got more creative with, letting them surround her then baiting one’s thrust into the other’s ribs.  One screamed in pain, the other in horror at what he’d done, then she cut his legs out from under him and left him lying on top of his comrade so that they could die staring at each other’s pained faces.
 They were done in less than fifteen minutes, and they stood in the center of the burning village, the only things left alive, and gazed upon their bloody work.  A full platoon of Garlean soldiers lie amongst a full village of Ala Mihgans who had done nothing wrong except live in the same town as Rolf Hellbender.
 “You enjoyed that,” Rolf said to her, finally.
 “Was I not supposed to?”
 “No, remember that joy. Keep it close to your heart. Remember that feeling when the despair comes, and it will come.  You’re young. This is your first taste of loss, and of justice.  I’m old, and to me this is nothing more than another scratch on my lifestone.”
 Cassidy dragged the point of her sword aimlessly through the dirt.  “What now?”
 “Now you go,” Rolf said, and he turned his tired visage towards hers.  An old weathered stone facing a fresh young sapling whose bark was only starting to harden.  “Away from Ala Mihgo, away from the Garleans.  Away from your memories of this night.  Cry your tears on foreign soil.  These lands have been watered enough.”
 She swallowed then, and for the first time the memories started to break through.  Ma wearing her favorite apron as she cooked her famous stew for aunt Tala’s wedding.  Da coming home from the river, bare chested and hairy, hauling buckets of water over his shoulders.  Little Arin playing with his wooden griffin telling her how he was going to be a knight someday.  Cassidy hadn’t looked in the direction of her home, not once.  She didn’t need to, didn’t want to, didn’t dare.
 “You’re not coming,” she said to him, and tried to will the wetness from her eyes and cheeks, but to no success.
 “No, I’m not.”  He drove the point of his sword into the ground and rested his hands on the pommel.  “I was born here.  I will die here.  The Garleans will send another unit to find out what happened here.  And then they’ll send another to find out what happened to that one.  Eventually they’ll send enough, but I will make them pay the cost of coming after Rolf Hellbender on his own soil.”
 She broke then, finally, and rushed to him.  Her arms wrapped tight around his weary muscles, and his big warm arms tightened around her shoulders.  “I’ll miss you, old man.”
 She felt the wetness on his own face as well as he whispered, “And I you, thorn in my side.”
 Cassidy never returned to her village.  She never again spoke its name.  Later, when other members of the Ul’Dahn Adventurer’s Guild would ask her where she came from she’d just say, “A small town full of kind people and one old man who was hell itself.”
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wyrdsistersofthedas · 7 years
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Taint Resistance in a Bottle - Random Thought Blogs: The Blighted Entries 2
Totally just a random exercise in speculation this week after reading some very interesting ideas about whether the taint could be spread from Grey Wardens to their LIs or to those healing them.  I highly recommend reading the excellent thoughts and evidence presented by the OP, @altalemur , @rederiswrites and @higheverrains.  My thoughts took a tangent, of course, that eventually circled back to become this post.    
I think there is a fairly simple, albeit probably magical, answer to the question.  Whatever gives the Grey Wardens their resistance to the taint makes it nigh impossible for them to pass the taint on to others.  Even with prolonged exposure to a warden’s body, like during a rare warden pregnancy, the warden is not contagious, including to the child.  In fact, we know that Morrigan had to go to extreme, probably blood magicky, means to have a baby with the taint.  Wardens just don’t pass it on.  Examples:
If Morrigan is involved with a male warden who refuses to do the Dark Ritual, she still gets pregnant with a taint-free Kieran (which implies there must be some consent on the part of the warden in order for the ritual to work).
Side note: The fact that Morrigan could have a baby with the warden without the Dark Ritual implies that the ritual had nothing to do with increasing her fertility.  The ritual was purely to pass the taint on to their child or create a connection with the archdemon.  Ergo, Morrigan probably was using other means (again likely magical) to ensure she became pregnant.
Fiona gives birth to Alistair, taint free.  
Side note: Fiona had been a warden for about a year when she became pregnant.  Same thing happens with Morrigan, if you do the Dark Ritual or the warden is romantically involved with her.  This suggests that a warden’s best chance at having children is during a 18-24 months window right after the Joining.
When griffons were forced to undergo a modified Joining ritual, they are completely unable to develop the Grey Wardens’ resistance to the taint.  This leads to their (near) extinction because they can infect each other with the taint, unlike wardens.
I suspect that when the first Grey Wardens discovered how to do the Joining, they also figured out a way to magically block, or resist, the taint...at least for a while.  If this theory is true, it would also give another reason for the Calling.  If the Grey Wardens eventually lose all their resistance they would become no different than a ghoul, who can and do spread the taint to others.  
“There are stories across Ferelden of these ghouls, maddened by the corruption of the blight, attacking their friends and spreading the corruption further. While it is likely that the sickness will eventually kill a ghoul, the dying strength of these poor creatures makes them nearly as great a danger as the darkspawn themselves.
They are no longer our friends, our family, or our countrymen. They are victims of the Blight, and must be given the same mercy Hessarian showed Andraste: a swift sword.”
It stands to reason that Grey Wardens who completely lose their resistance would then pass on the taint like other infected beings. (I wonder if the Architect’s accelerated ghoul program, which he used on Bregan, Genevieve, and Utha, allowed them to keep their resistance longer.  Utha seemed pretty lucid in Awakening.  I wonder if the Architect gave Seranni some form of the resistance too.)
A warden’s resistance to the taint is so powerful, in fact, that it literally blocks the song of the old gods in darkspawn.  The Architect needed the blood of wardens to free the darkspawn of their compulsion, or rather their resistance to the taint.
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So yeah, that resistance that Grey Wardens have to the taint is probably what prevents them from spreading it to their companions.  Now the next question should be...what gives Grey Wardens that resistance?  Like I said before, I think part of the resistance is part of the magic of the Joining Ritual, but that doesn’t explain why some can survive the Joining and other die.  What makes a Grey Warden able to survive the Joining and develop that resistance to the taint?  Is it some innate quality or biologic feature in the warden themselves?  Or is it an outside force or aid?  
Leliana seems to have a natural resistance to the taint.  Maric is able to resist via potions concocted from  “rare herbs” and, possibly, his dragon flavored blood.  There are also suggestions that a person’s willpower can affect their level of resistance.  Former lead writer and ex “word of god”, David Gaider, said:
“Insofar as how long a Grey Warden could remain on the throne, it depends. The taint will make a Grey Warden age faster, so someone like Loghain isn't going to be able to stay a Grey Warden for very long as he's no young man. The "thirty years" quote is about the maximum, but the reality is that it depends on how often one is exposed to the corruption and sometimes just personal variance-- even so, for a monarch to stay on the throne upwards of thirty years is no mean feat. I don't really think that's the limiting factor when it comes to this sort of thing.” (Bioware Forums, I miss your information if not the sea of negativity.  More interesting taint related info here.)
Another quote:
“But the idea is also that it varies. Thirty years is the maximum that you could probably expect. It's going to vary for an individual according to their willpower and the level of their interaction with the darkspawn. During a Blight you can expect that the Grey Wardens are going to have shorter lifespans. Outside of a Blight the Grey Wardens would tend to live longer. We have instances in the game of people going on their Calling after five or ten years. Alistair's thirty year quote shouldn't be taken as gospel, that's the way I like it.” (Interview with Gaider, posted on Swooping is Bad LJ)
I’m going to have to investigate this further, but I am pretty sure the level of resistance in each warden varies and can be affected by several factors.  
Taint Resistance in a Bottle?
“King Maric was given a leather satchel full of potions, each of them contained in a delicate glass vial.  According to the First Enchanter, this was a precious mixture of herbs that would enable Maric to resist the disease spread by the darkspawn.  He was, after all, the only one in the group without the Grey Warden’s immunity.  One full vial was to be swallowed each morning; according to Duncan’s count, that meant the King had a two-week supply.
Rather optimistic of the First Enchanter, really.” (The Calling, p. 71)
I’m very curious about the “rare herbs” mentions in The Calling and in the Joining ritual description.  I suspect that Marethari used a variation of the potion Maric took to keep Mahariel alive long enough to take the Joining.  The fact that none of our companions were tainted while killing the oodles of darkspawn in Origins would make a lot more sense if we had to make potions to help them keep their resistance up.  And here is the section of total speculation that began this whole post:
What could those “rare” herbs be?  (Possible ingredients list lies below the cut.)
(I mean, this could be critical information for those of us that like to write fanfiction and don’t want to totally hand wave encounters with the darkspawn by saying, “Once again, we’ve all managed to not get tainted in spite of all the people around us who are totally tainted now because darkspawn!”)
The Wilds Flower: (rare-ish) Given that it these flowers can help a mabari suffering from the taint, it stands to reason it can help a human build their resistance.  This flower would be available to the Dalish and was known to the kennel master at Ostagar, so it would very likely be included in the tincture.  It can be found in the swamps of the Korcari Wilds.
Embrium: (common) This flower is often used in healing mists and potions, and to enhance regeneration.  Sounds like qualities that could help combat the taint.  It is commonly found in the regions around the Waking Sea.
Spindleweed: (common) A common ingredient in resistance potions, it stands to reason that a taint blocker would include this herb.  It can be found in the valleys on either side of the Frostback Mountains.
Dragonthorn: (rare-ish) The leaves of the dragonthorn tree “enhance and stabilize other, more volatile magical compounds”, a helpful trait for a potion that combats one of the most virulent diseases in Thedas.  It also is used in spirit resistance tonics.  It can be found in the Forbidden Oasis and the Wellspring, but sample could theoretically be obtained from one of the Circles of Magi, the Wonders of Thedas or other merchants of medicinal/magical ingredients.
Vandal Aria: (common) Cousin of the Silent Plains rose, this plant can be used to craft healing potions and a rock armor tonic.  This plant can grows in dry climates, like the Western Approach and the Hissing Wastes, but can be purchased from most medicinal merchants.
Deep Mushroom: (common) The right varieties of deep mushroom can restore stamina and help heal injuries.  “The most common varieties used in the herbalist's trade are the Blightcap, Ghoul's Mushroom, and Brimstone Mushroom, almost all of which tend to carry the darkspawn's corruption. While they cannot transmit the disease, this trait often makes them quite poisonous.”  Clearly, deep mushrooms are taint resistant themselves, but choosing the right variety and careful preparation would be needed in order to harness their beneficial properties and avoid accidental poisonings.  Various varieties of deep mushrooms can be found in caves and in the Deep Roads.
Concentrator Agent: (common) Composed of distilled and purified Heatherum and Foxite, which are both common herbs in Ferelden, a concentrator agent would enhance the effects of a taint resisting potion.
Lifestone: (rare) Although lifestone is a rock, not an herb, it would a powerful ingredient to add to a taint repelling recipe.  It can only be found in proximity to lyrium veins in the Deep Roads and likely was affected by it.  “Lifestones enhance the natural properties of other materials used in item creation.”
Felicidus Aria: (near extinction, extremely rare) “Commonly known as the Silent Plains Rose” this flower is the only plant that can grow in Blighted lands.  This implies that it has an extreme natural resistance to the taint.  It would be nearly impossible to find and extraordinarily expensive, but it could be a powerful component in an taint eliminating elixir.  Hawke has some (if you do Isabela’s quest).  It could also be stolen from very rich nobles.
High Dragon Blood [living preferred]: (Rare. Super rare if the dragon was still alive! Damn near one of a kind, if the dragon was a great dragon.  Be prepared for weird grand kids with that last one though! ;-} ) Dragons are, perhaps, the most naturally taint resistant creatures in Thedas and their blood might convey some of their power.  Known side effects: Reaver-itis and scaly skin if too much is consumed.  You might have to make friends with a dragon worshiping cult to get the blood of a living dragon, btw.
Magic also seems to be necessary in the alchemic process to create taint resistance tonics, so a knowledgeable mage healer would likely be required to make the concoction work.  An experienced Grey Warden mage would likely be an ideal brewer and, according to the RPG, the Grey Wardens are aware of the existence of these herbs (or whatever they turn out to be), and have helped spread this knowledge across Thedas.  Perhaps it was even the Grey Wardens at Ostagar who told the Kennel Master about the Wilds Flower.
And there you have it!  My random thoughts collected in a slightly less random post.  
Drink in good health!
-MM
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elgaberino-mcoc · 1 year
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Hyborian Age (Conan's time): nameless tribal hunter finds a red Lifestone meteorite [called the Blood Gem]. It sustained him for millennia and helped him hunt the world's greatest monsters as Ulysses Bloodstone. Also: kind of a jerk. Ulysses's daughter Elsa eventually entered the Battlerealm. 
Should he be on the Wishlist?
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jasposeyblog · 5 years
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There’s a story with this latest commission I have from Allan Goldman...
Our story opens with the FF’s ever-lovin' blue-eyed Thing having traveled back in time to the year 1942 to prevent the Nazi's from taking advantage of one half of a cylinder of Vibranium that was accidentally sent back in time and teaming up with the Liberty Legion (see Marvel Two-In-One Annual Vol 1 1, Jun ‘76). The Liberty Legion consists of the Whizzer, Miss America, Patriot, Thin Man. Jack Frost, Red Raven and Blue Diamond. But this has caused a time anomaly to occur and triggered an alarm on the Mission Monitor Board of the Legion of Super-Heroes in the 30th Century.
Brainiac 5 was on monitor duty at the time and realizes that this could alter the time stream and cause the Legion to have never been formed. Fearing the worst, Brainiac 5 assembles a team go back in time to prevent this from happening. He has the following: Quislet, Chameleon Boy, Light Lass, Ultra Boy, White Witch, Lightning Lad, Blok, Colossal Boy and Legion Reservist Jimmy Olsen as Elastic Lad report and take a Time Bubble back in Earth’s history to the year 1942 to investigate. Unbeknownst to neither Brainiac 5 nor the Legionnaires assigned this was a trick of the Time Trapper. They have been sent to an alternate dimension, the Marvel 616 Universe, hoping for their demise. Of course when two super powered teams who have never met before and assume the other is the enemy meet for the first time the result is…
Legion vs Legion!!!
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elgaberino-mcoc · 3 years
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You know the Infinity Stones, but do you know the gems of the LIFESTONE TREE? Hint: you probably already have one on your roster.
Characters will be linked to this post as they are discussed:
Moonstone (Lloyd Bloch)
Moonstone
Ulysses Bloodstone
Elsa Bloodstone
Cullen Bloodstone
Basilisk (Basil Elks)
Doctor Spectrum (Kinji Ubatu)
Doctor Spectrum
Kid Spectrum
Blue Diamond
Sphinx
Sphinx (Meryet Karim)
Man-Wolf
Stargod
Behemoth (Manfred Haller)
Jazinda
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elgaberino-mcoc · 3 years
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APRIL FOOLS! 
Aunt May wasn't on the Wishlist. Good thing. Kabam clearly thinks she's purely prank-level.
MOONSTONE’S RANK
That listing screenshot (which had an error: Golden Oldie wasn’t in MFF, but Marvel Avengers Alliance, in 2013) was really a quick edit of MOONSTONE's listing. Karla Sofen, the Dark Avenger and Thunderbolts member, is still there, rank 96, and worth an upvote!
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elgaberino-mcoc · 4 years
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Elsa Bloodstone’s Champion Spotlight
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elgaberino-mcoc · 2 years
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Round 2, Coco Division Shaman vs Sphinx
Second Round of #TournamentOfBattlerealmFuture #battlerealm3 @PastorCoco2  Division
Winner gets
divisional rank 1 in Round 3 of the tournament
added to the MCOC Wishlist
Loser gets eliminated 
Divisional rank 4 SHAMAN VS Divisional rank 1 SPHINX
VOTE!
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