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blog-of-gourd · 4 months
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those two besties from valedale
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horseslur · 5 months
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..... mhm
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mhm
Anyways.
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foggy-milk · 8 months
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SSOBLR help me I’m absolute dookie at perspective drawing I need someone to make an arm for her hand please 🙏
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regancastlelion · 8 months
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idk if i can look at avalon the same anymore
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in-game ^^
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in canon comics ^^
MY GUY IS A DILF THROUGH AND THROUGH—
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natduskfall · 9 months
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I’m not good at putting my feelings into text, nor am I a writer, or good at literature analysis, but I do have thoughts.
I never liked SSO’s writing to begin with. The writing of SL was okay for a game of that scope. I loved the mystery of a seaside town and strange powers that be. But SSO’s writing is confusing to me.
Dialogues almost always try to be funny, relatable, and it comes across as shallow or boring. I try to read all the dialogue because I am invested in the universe by now and I want to know everything about the events of the world and it’s characters. But lord is it hard sometimes to not skip the repetitive, shallow dialogue.
The characters lack debth and it is hard for me to like any of them. It feels like the Soul riders are just written as stereotypes. Don’t know something? Talk to Linda, she knows everything and loves doing research! She’s a nerd! Alex is the hurr durr let’s do shit without thinking anything over. Haha, Lightning goes zap zap!! Elizabeth is our teacher. A druid. And? Fripp? What even is Fripp? “Mysterious” leader who I don’t know anything about or don’t spend any time with. Who comes across as emotionless and disinterested in his charges. Avalon? Recluse who barely shows up and when he does, he always disagrees with everything.
I like that SSE has been trying to focus on the characters more. Elizabeth’s death didn’t make me feel anything because I just didn’t know her, didn’t have any attachments to her. If anything I laughed during that scene because of the way she ass slammed Darko like that Ground Slam Ash of War from Elden Ring, then got turned into Annie from Attack on Titan, and then blew herself up. That scene should have been an emotional story beat that should have gripped me and made me sad. Red Dead Redemption does that so well. I cried a lot during that game. I wish SSE took the characters seriously tho. It’s like every quest is an episode of The Simpsons where shit happens, it never gets acknowledged after, the characters don’t change. Every episode is a new start. I really like that they commited to the darker and real events, such as Lisa losing her mother, Alex having a dysfunctional low income family, and Anne getting over the real trauma of Concordes death, her kidnapping, and isolation. BUT THEY DON’T GO ANYWHERE WITH IT.
I want to love these characters and I want them to feel like real people, but it’s hard when they get treated as a joke, or the real and traumatic things that happened to them never get acknowleged and have no impact on them or the story. What about Linda and the betrayal of the Baroness? What about Meteor being lost. She didn’t even mention Meteor until the spymaster sent MC to tell her where Meteor was. And I am still waiting for the new Fort Maria quest to see the dynamic between the druids and the Soul Riders after the events of Justin’s rescue.
And the story…. Sometimes it just feels too whacky to me. I don’t know if the witches and golden apples are some folklore from Sweden, but I did not expect that when I first played through, and I did not like it. It felt like the game was spreading itself too thin? It felt out of place to me.
And sometimes, the quests feel like they have no impact. We need to do a difficult thing. Ha let’s do it this way. Go there. Click the ground. Done, we did it, yay!! It just feels very childish, lacking weight. I’m not sure how to put this into words, and I think there are people out there who are much better at this then I am.
I disliked the new Alex quest and felt unsatisfied. The whole questline had me anxious because the job of an event planner is so hard for me as a person with zero organisation skills and confidence. I am sure it is a very important and difficult job, and I was waiting for how SSE handled it. The entire time I felt like MC and Alex were not making any actual tuall progress. Then the whole thing got derailed to “let’s record a narrated tour of the CIty”. And when the quest ended, I was like “that’s it?”
The cinematic for Alex shows a resourceful, hard working and strong individual who got delt a bad hand, but found hope in Elizabeth. But the game keeps treating her like a stupid comic relief character who can only do one thing, and that is use her lightning power no matter the occasion. Even the Freeing Anne quest felt off to me. Why would Alex chose to go back and face Darko alone, when they keep rehashing the theme of “we’re stronger together”. Her power can be fueled by anger, but her main thing is to protect her loved ones. They got Anne, her priority should have been to get Anne out of there, not come back alone for Darko. It just felt like the writers did that because they needed Elizabeth to die, and MC getting stranded in Pandoria so that Lisa could use her singing power. And how would getting blown off a cliff into a bottomless space get rid of a powerful individual who can easily teleport himself and other people?
I really wish SSO would hire actual writers do deal with their story, the structure of the story, and the characters. Helena did such a good job making the main cast feel real, and structuring the story.
TLDR: SSE please hire a writer, and stop treating your characters like stereotypes. Stop treating Alex like a stupid person who goes zap
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willowalmondstar · 5 months
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“It’s not awkward for you to live there?”
At the end of the day, it was a free house, but you did not think Alex would accept that answer gracefully. She was right, after all, even if awkward did not fully capture it. Elizabeth helped raise Alex, whereas the druid was just a wise friend to you. The hours you spent together were in pursuit of knowledge and magic to save the world; it slipped your mind to ask her favorite color, or how she grew up. Those were details you learned after her end. (She liked green, and was shy as a child.)
It did not feel right to share the real answer with Alex; that sometimes you stared at the walls for hours, because you still had not redecorated, and never intended to, because she had filled every space on her walls with photos and trinkets. Everyone still referred to it as Elizabeth’s house, not yours, and you thought of it the same way. The house was spacious for one person, but you barely spent time in it. You were only there to sleep, when Linda had enough research to do that she did not let you stay over, or when Avalon was in one of his moods and locked you out for the night, or when even Ydris found you too boring or on-edge to play with. 
Last week, Anne had asked you how long you had been on Jorvik, and was unsettled by how you stared at her blankly, unable to answer. A summer. It was only ever supposed to be a summer. It was funny, really, that when she described how time felt on Pandoria, you could almost relate—another thing you would never admit to.
After her release, you and Anne spent a lot of time together. As expected of two young adult girls, you were often found chatting over coffee at the Firgrove cafe, or giggling over hair choices in the Goldenleaf salon. You both raised Concorde, though some days Anne had to take a break and remind herself that she really was retraining her horse as a foal, and this was not another Pandoric time-loop nightmare. In the beginning, Concorde stared at you, and reminded you that Elizabeth bonded with another incarnation of him. You told him you were sorry. He refused to listen to you for the rest of the day.
Anne once confided in you that she felt like the odd woman out in the Soul Riders, and after you understood her better, you told her the same. It was the first secret you let off your chest. There were only supposed to be four Soul Riders, but there you were—a poor replacement for Anne when you first started training, and now no longer a stand-in at all, but something else undefined. The druids did not know what to do with you. They kept you close, in Elizabeth’s house, trained you at the northern paddock, and gave you the missions any one of them could have handled in an afternoon. Alex, Lisa, and Linda treated Anne like she had never left, and you like you had always been part of them. Neither you nor Anne felt comfortable with it, but you could not blame them. They did not even notice they were doing it, and was that not beautiful? They saw the five of you as unbroken sisters, like you were invariably meant to end up this way. Neither you nor Anne would shatter that image. They drew strength from it, and with the ever-looming Garnok threat, with shadows around every corner, every bit of magic you could sap from one another was priceless.
Living in Elizabeth’s old house was a blessing. The druids did not exactly pay a wage for Soul Riding, but they did not make you pay rent to live in a poor dead woman’s house on their homeland, either. You could pay for food by helping out Farah, and anything extra you did around the island helped buy research books for Linda or even some new guitar strings for Lisa.
You did not need Elizabeth’s ghost to keep you company. Your horse was everything you needed, in the end, and you had your Soul Sisters to fill in the gaps. The druids supported you, and the grass in Jorvik grew only to carry your feet. Surely, any doubts you felt were spurred on by Garnok alone, Aideen curse him.
Yet, everything kept her alive. Concorde did not speak of it, but his eyes lingered on things that bled with her memory. The Soul Riders knew that when Alex could not be found anywhere else, she would be by Elizabeth’s grave in Doyle’s Abbey; often with Maya, usually practicing her lightning magic. She asserted that her mentor’s criticisms always made her better. The roses bloomed with the scent of her perfume. Your neighbor crocheted on a bench in Valedale using the yarn you gave them from Elizabeth’s extensive collection. The house creaked with the memory of her footsteps. You asked Fripp, hesitantly, if her spirit could still be around; you had to free lost souls often enough that it was a valid concern. He told you not to worry, but when you next came to her cabin, it smelled strangely of herbs and your fingers tensed with the presence of ancient magic. He did not bring it up again.
“No, it’s not awkward. I couldn’t imagine a stranger living in her home; could you?”
Alex smiled at that. “You’re right. I’m glad it’s you. You keep her alive.”
And that was the best you could’ve asked for, all things considered.
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dorianwolfforest · 5 months
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cause I’m listening to My Tears Are Becoming A Sea by M83 and I’m imagining one of those scenes where a character dies and at first they’re so sad to go but then they see their loved ones on the other side and they feel happy and welcomed
And I’m thinking ah. That’s what Elizabeth is going to be for all the druids. Rhiannon, The soul riders, her own sisterhood, Avalon and Evergray. Her mentor. Her friends. Everyone will see her and feel comforted in knowing that even here, they will be loved.
But then I think. When Elizabeth dies, who reaches out their hand and says “there you are, I’ve been waiting for you.” She wouldn’t want to see her family. The woman she named herself after is alive. Her friends breathe still. Everyone she loves is alive thanks to her sacrifice. So when she looks at Alex and hesitates to go into that unknown beyond, who beckons her?
Or does she, fire in her eyes and stubborn as the day she boarded that ship, go alone. One final time, leaving everything behind to see what’s at the end of the road. Does she cry, and scream, and rage against her god as she walks, not once faltering or taking a step back. Knowing she must simply weep and endure it, so that next time the journey will not be so difficult for someone else.
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sso-montana · 25 days
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my sso Roman Empire is the fact that at the very least Avalon had to know Justin was Catherine's son (he was the only witness to her and Thomas getting married, she took on the moorland name)
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AND YET he let the keepers put the fact that Justin is Sand's grandson over the fact that he's Catherine's son (or didn't even mention it at all) in this essay I will-
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jorvikpov · 7 months
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The island is nothing short of stunning this time of year. With each sunrise and sunset the white of the mountaintops pales and the fog in the distance thickens, and with every cold, leaf-rustling wind, the bite in the air becomes sharper. The forests have turned from deep green to pale gold, and one by one the wildflowers are wilting and fading to give way to the gentle waving of almost-mature field crops in the wind. You see hardly any of it; your mind, though you try to fight it, is all too occupied with what’s to come. You need only blink to see the endless turns of the seasons, and it is all too easy to get caught up in things not yet happening. Each time you close your eyes, the invisible veil between you and the world obscures more and more of your view; by now, you hardly notice the swaying of the golden, sun-lit trees for all the rainstorms and lonely midwinter nights the moon insists on showing you.
Your days are filled with restlessness and unease, and your nights with tossing and turning until you wake up in tangled sheets damp with cold sweat. When you go back to bed it is while cursing the moon and Aideen herself in equal measure and wondering whether sleep is at all worth it anymore. In your dreams, you are always slowly walking towards something—somebody, you realise eventually. She is turned away from you, and long, dark hair spills down her back and over her shoulders almost as if to further hide her from your view. Her long, flowing skirt pools around her ankles on the surface of a dark, shallow body of water; some nights, it weaves between wildflowers and tall blades of grass in a vast meadow. It is dark, and yet the moon and the sun and the stars shine upon her, casting long shadows and shimmers of silver and gold over the darkness. She begins to turn, and you wake up, restless and cold and frustrated.
As of late, Doyle’s Abbey has been inexplicably calling upon a deep-rooted, hidden-away part of this restlessness; every trail ride you set out on, no matter where you were planning to go, seems to take you there. At first you dismissed the strange, unstoppable calling to go there as part of processing the grief and chaos that has infested every part of your life, and more recently as muscle memory. If you were to think about it with honesty, though, you might find a feeling less like grief or familiarity and more like the calling of fate.
The moss between the cobblestones of the southern Silversong River bridge remains deep green. The stones themselves still look like they would be warm to the touch, but that will change all too soon: before you know it, the bridge will be covered in morning frost, blindingly bright in the morning sun and. All too soon again, a thick layer of snow will rest upon it, and the moss will bide its time until spring turns the fields and forests green again. (By then, more than you could ever imagine will have changed.)
You have crossed the bridge for what might be the thousandth time this week when your horse breaks its silence for the first time in hours, or quite possibly days. Look at the world. It is permission for something deep in your soul to open its eyes, and you realise only then—even after days of riding here—that the path back from the Abbey to Valedale is beautiful. The Silversong River glitters in the afternoon light, and even in the gently biting chill of the early autumn wind, the sun remains warm on your skin. Long, pale shadows are cast over the water, and the trees and wildflowers around you shimmer in a million shades of gold.
The veil will only be lifted from your eyes for a few minutes, of course, but in this moment, that does not matter. The world is beautiful, and for as long as you can, you bask in it.
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jorvikwildhorse · 1 year
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some elizabeth doodles. i think about her a lot.
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sso-maev · 2 years
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Elizabeth redesign because she deserves it
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lukas-crowsong · 2 years
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on the topic of elizabeth and anne and even justin... maybe it wouldn't be such a stretch to say other jorvegians just accept missing people
because when linda goes missing for like. at least a week?? and a girl can be heard crying in the castle that couldn't be heard beforehand? everyone's just like "oh yeah linda's gone mysteriously coulda done with the extra help but oh well"
how long was the baroness planning on keeping her there??? if mc and alex hadn't investigated would people just occasionally think 'wonder where that linda girl went' and carry on about their day???
also i don't think there's any "oh hi linda there you are where did you go girl" after we rescue her? like guys 😭 a girl under your responsibility was missing 😭😭
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incorrectsso · 1 year
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Elizabeth: Look, MC, you can’t let other people ruin your day!
Alex: Exactly! We have enough on our plates. Ruin your own day for once.
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frippschamber · 3 months
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🔮 ⤷ The Sun & Moon Sisters
The Sun and Moon representatives in the Sisterhood are definitely fascinating - their clear polar opposites in name seem to also be what also draws them the closest together. Looking at the relationships between the Sun and Moon Sisters from other generations of Soul Riders, not just from the current Sisterhood, is also interesting because we can look at the parallels as well as the differences and why these exist.
This is sort of a follow-up to this really cool post from @that-sso-raven about Anne and Linda's relationship and why it thrives the way it does. I found a screenshot I took of it and wanted to add my own stuff because it got me all excited >:)
I have tagged and linked all artwork used in this post, but please PLEASE let me know if you would like it removed! I will take it down immediately :)
Warning: Spoilers for Helena Dahlgren's novel The Legend Awakens, as well as general background information found in the Catherine's Memories quests in SSO.
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Anne & Linda:
Let us begin with a statement that validates the strength of the Sun Sister and Moon Sister's relationship:
Anne shook her head. "They were in school when I took off. I have no idea where they are now. Or, well, I did talk to Linda. I think. She didn't say anything specific, but I'm afraid that she's in danger. It's hard to explain. We have a bond, she and I. I noticed that when I was there, in Pandoria. She was able to reach me somehow." “The sun and the moon are strongly allied,” Elizabeth nodded seriously. The Legend Awakens, Helena Dahlgren (Chpt. 26)
During The Legend Awakens, Anne explains that she was able to have a conversation with Linda during her search for Concorde in Pandoria. During this time, Linda had passed out in Pine Hill Mansion and sought refuge on the dark side of the moon to hide from Sabine. Somehow, through her unconsciousness, she was able to find and communicate with Anne, despite her being in another reality entirely. Though Anne wasn't able to see her, Linda was able to provide support to her Sun Sister at a time when she most needed it, leading her to use her reassurance and successfully bring Concorde back to the Secret Stone Circle.
The fact that Anne and Linda were able to communicate clearly, not only when one of them was barely keeping herself alive, but also in completely different dimensions, is such a fascinating ability that the two of them share. Whilst it isn't confirmed whether or not this would be possible between Linda and any of the other Soul Riders, presuming that this has something to do with her Soul Sight abilities, the fact that it not only happened but also their circumstances drastically improved because of it only shows just how powerful the Sun and Moon bond is when tested.
It could also be valuable to note how only the Sun and Moon Sisters have magically enabled communication abilities. The Lightning and Star Sisters appear to have seemingly offensive and defensive skills, whereas the Sun's portal-making and the Moon's Soul Sight are often used as a mix of the two, perhaps also enhancing their communication skills with each other.
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Concorde & Meteor:
I won't say that this is a strong point, but I think that it's cool to point out. Both Meteor and Concorde are both true to a metaphor of flying. Meteor, obviously, after a meteor, and Concorde after the airliner. Star Stable Wiki also notes:
Concorde's name is a variation of the French name, Concordia, meaning "harmony" in Latin. This was the name of the Roman goddess of harmony and peace. Star Stable Wiki, Concorde
Furthermore, their relationship seems particularly important, especially when Concorde is reincarnated as a foal. Meteor is often described as an older and wiser horse, often like a brother or "old uncle" (as stated by Linda in The Legend Awakens). The pair's relationship really is a sacred one and appears much more closely bonded than any of the other partnerships between the horses. Throughout recent quests, Concorde has been referred to as "little sister" by Meteor, which only adds to their harmonious relationship that their relationship is just so representative of the close Sun and Moon Circle alliance.
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Elizabeth & Caroline:
Unfortunately, not a lot is known about Caroline as a character, though there are a few hints about her position as the Moon Sister of the previous generation of Soul Riders that Elizabeth Sunbeam was a part of in Catherine's Diary.
Because we read about her from either Catherine's perspective in her diary or Eva's perspective in Shadows Over Jorvik, it's hard to form a clear picture of what her relationship was like with Elizabeth, though of course, it was short-lasting following the demise of that particular Sisterhood and the suspected death of Caroline after her disappearance.
In all fairness, there isn't much to point out. It seems they had a stable relationship but there isn't anything particularly special to point out in regards to their magic or relationship. Presumably, they held the same ability to contact each other in various places in a similar way to how Anne and Linda did in the second book, but whether this was used or not cannot be known.
Honestly, I really hope that we get to know more about that Sisterhood as a whole, but especially about Caroline and Sigry.
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References and Image Credit:
Soul Riders: The Legend Awakens by Helena Dahlgren
Star Stable Wiki, Concorde
Star Stable Wiki, Soul Rider
Catherine's Diary, various parts
Anne & Linda Artwork by the incredibly talented @toruq!
Various in-game images were taken by me.
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If anyone has anything to add to this, please let me know! :) I wish this post had a lot more to talk about, but as of right now, these are the only things I could find to say. I just love the Sun/Moon relationship and I think it's super cool >:)
Thank you for all of the welcome reblogs on my intro post, too! It was really kind :))
As stated above, I have tagged and linked all artwork used in this post, but please PLEASE let me know if you would like it removed! I will take it down immediately :)
🔮 ⤷ Maya (they/he)
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windforestsso · 3 months
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caylenqueen · 1 year
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Lisa, Alex & Linda: *screaming*
Elizabeth: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Linda?!
Alex: Wait, why are you asking Linda that when Lisa and I are also here?
Elizabeth: Because Linda wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.
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