#rulon harlowe

[jaronxlordashcombe]

#the ascendance series #jaron artolius eckbert iii #the false prince #the shadow throne #the runaway king #the shattered castle #the captive kingdom #imogen #tobias #roden harlowe #rulon harlowe #mott #Favourite book

[thebatrodenused]

Jaron: "Hey roden, why wont you hang out with us? We're going to the lake."

Roden: "I cant. Grounded."

Jaron: "Dude... youre 20!?"

Roden: "Im not allowed to murder you, i guess 🤷🏽‍♂️"

#the runaway king #the false prince #the ascendance series #roden harlowe #the shadow throne #the ascendance trilogy #jaron eckbert #jaron artolius eckbert iii #rulon harlowe

[ascendantmarv]

Roden, on the verge of tears: Dad, could I ask you something?

Harlowe: You just did!

Roden:

Harlowe: :D

#harlowe loves making dad jokes but he never knows the right time #roden harlowe #rulon harlowe #the ascendance series #the shadow throne #the shattered castle

[ascendanceseriesveteran]

A future with you (part 3)🌹

Ascendance series fanfic

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Chapter Index:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 (current)

Chapter 4

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The doors were wooden and rough against my skin. That was perhaps the most familiar thing about this place so far. I held it open as Imogen, Tobias and Roden stepped in. The inside was different too. There was a red carpet, which seemed normal enough. But the odd, spherical chandelier and lack of torches didn’t explain the abundance of light that seemed to rain down from the ceiling. There weren’t many windows here either. Like my castle, wooden beams held up the roof, some flags hanging against the wall. But not Carthyan ones. I dropped my hand on the hilt of my sword in case we would have to use it. The carpet led to a desk, surrounded by books and objects encased in glass. Those objects were the only things that I truly recognised. Carthyian style candle holders, coins, boots. Why were they locked away?

“Can I help you?” A young woman behind the desk straightened up, red hair tied back and in a simple green dress. Her eyes were wide as she took us in. The first reaction of apprehension we had received since arriving. I gave Roden a quick glance that he knew meant to stay guarded.

She seemed harmless enough. The red hair reminded me of Wilta, but nothing about the girl seemed to indicate malice. But I had been mistaken before. And we needed information one way or another. I’d rather someone who at least appeared harmless to know that we were outsiders rather than someone who would likely cause harm. “Yes. We need directions back to Drylliad.”

Eyes narrowed and head tilted. I would have to try harder for information. “What was your name?” She inquired.

I took a moment to reply, “Sage.”

Something told me that was a grave mistake. Maybe it was the fact that her breath caught and she called someone’s name. My hands were beginning to sweat on my sword, and I stepped in front of Imogen. The girl's own eyes seemed trained on my hand. It was a tense standoff. I took note of our exit points, just in case.

“You called for me?” A greying man stepped into the room. His smile quickly fading into a frown when he caught sight of us.

He stepped around the table, hands up, “Can I help you, Sir?”

The man was in his seventies, I guessed. Winkled skin made it seem like he smiled frequently. He certainly wasn't smiling now.

“You all seem quite tired. Perhaps some tea?” He nodded at the girl and she disappeared. It was a code. He was getting her away from us. He was scared of us. I released my grip.

“Apologies for the intrusion, we mean no offence.”

He nodded and put his hand together, “I sure hope so. What was your name?”

“Sage.”

“Sage,” He repeated, a smile returning to his face. Suspicion, however, never leaving his eyes. “And your real name?”

I raised my head, “If you ask that, then you already know.”

He chuckled, “Though it may not be humble to say, I am very well versed in our history. And I have to tell you. These costumes are incredibly accurate.”

He walked closer, holding his hands where we could all see them. Unimposing. He stood a few inches shorter than me and yet his mannerisms bore a resemblance to my very tall prime regent, Rulon Harlowe.

“May I?” He gestured at my vest, and Imogen tugged me in warning. If this is what it took to gain his trust, so be it. I nodded at him as he took a closer look at my clothes. Removing something that looked like reading glasses and putting them on. Perhaps he wasn’t accustomed to finery. Though his clothes were certainly not of the lower class. Some of the fabrics were unknown to me. Potentially exotic. He took a keen interest in my buttons and golden trimmings. Then his eyes landed on my sword, and with a grunt, he straightened back up.

“If I may ask,” His grey eyes met mine, inspecting, “These are incredibly realistic, and that sword is not blunt. Where did you find them?”

Perhaps it was a trick question, but we had wasted enough time. If I answered honestly, I hoped he’d do the same. “They’re mine.”

“Passed down in your family?”

“Only my ring.”

That made him pause, glancing at my hand with a gasp, then suddenly scurrying to one of the glass cupboards with all the items. A simple silver key seemed to unlock it, and a few moments passed until he returned with a very familiar object in hand.

“How did you-?”

The stranger seemed just as confused as I as we compared the rings. Everything apart from a scratch was identical. “If I may ask another strange question.” He met my eyes again, as if following a path of realisation. “What year is it?”

“Fourteen-Eighty-Eight.”

After a calculated nod, deciding something for himself, he returned the ring double back into its casing. He didnt look up or say a word as he hurried around us and locked the door we entered through. I dropped my hand back onto my sword.

“I mean you no harm either. I just thought you might prefer privacy.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Privacy for what?”

“To ask you to verify a few things.”

“Jaron,” Imogen whispered and I gave her my attention, “We should just ask him where we are and leave.” I squeezed her hand but it did nothing to wash away the worry that filled her gaze.

“Could I potentially see your wrist?” It was a genuine question. He seemed to harbour no ill-intent, but only wished to indulge his facination. I knew how word about me travelled. It even crossed seas, turning into legend. I supposed there was no problem with obliging the old man. I did what he asked, rolling back my sleeve and letting him twist my arm around as he inspected my branding. A smile slowly growing on his face. Eyes full of wonder, the type you couldn’t fake. I let myself relax and even winked at Imogen which seemed to calm her down a litte.

“And I am so very sorry to ask," he paused, "But could I have a look at your back as well?”

“Why?” Roden butted in, rather hostile.

But the man merely smiled at my Captain, “I thought you all looked familiar when you stepped in, but decided it couldn't be. But I'm starting to think that I may have the answers you are looking for. I just want to be sure that I'm giving them to the right people.”

“Okay,” I started to undo the buttons on my vest.

“Okay?” Roden was outraged, “Since when is this okay?”

“Since I ordered it, Roden. We don’t really have much of a choice.”

Between obliging and allowing Roden to harass the stranger, I opted for obliging. I had already done a visual search of him as he walked around the room. There were no weapons on him. When I pulled down my undershirt, it was only to show the top half of my back.

“Christ,” The man whispered. He didn’t look at my back for long. I pulled my shirt up when I heard him walk towards the table, leaning against it for a moment. Not many people were comfortable with violence, even mere echos of it, I supposed.

"I think I have all I need now. I’m going to tell you something and you won’t believe it at first. Even I barely do,” He broke off into a chuckle, looking younger than he was, “But I will be able to prove it and help you, if you give me a chance to do so.”

“We’re listening.”

There was a moment where we just looked at each of us, a more meaningful gaze than most. “You are technically still in Carthya, Sire. Although Carthya is no longer Carthya, and you are no longer King.”

“What?”

“It is the year twenty-nineteen. You are in the future."

With those words, the world as I knew it crumbled before my very eyes.

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#the ascendance series #the ascendance trilogy #king jaron #the captive kingdom #the false prince #the runaway king #the shadow throne #jarogen #jaron #jaron eckbert #the shattered castle #ascendance series #ascendance trilogy

[antoniahale]

Harlowe *trying to give good advice and guide the king and his son*

Harlowe: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.

Jaron: I've got a dagger too.

Roden: That's why I carry two swords.

#the ascendance series #jaron #jaron artolius eckbert iii #rulon harlowe #roden harlowe #roden

[calebsrottingcorpse]

strick + harlowe

(#18 Cursed Ships and Ship Names)

#the ascendance series #ascendanceseries #the ascendance trilogy #ascendance trilogy #strick #Harlowe #Jane strick #rulon Harlowe #Jane #cursed #hack

[thedevilsofcarthya]

Sir Harlowe: Have you seen my son? He's about this tall, clearly gay, but we haven’t had the talk.

#the ascendance series #the false prince #the runaway king #the shadow throne #the captive kingdom #rulon harlowe #roden harlowe #incorrect quotes

[enchanted-prose]

Harlowe @ Kippenger in TST

#the ascendance series #rulon harlowe #merrick kippender #still cant get over that his name is merrick and not commander

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Ascendance Month Day 19

The Harlowes for today. I drew a picture of the living Harlowes that we know of, in order from left to right: Roden, Rulon (feels weird calling him that), and Nila. I hope you enjoy (individual pictures under the cut)!

#ascendance month 2020 #the ascendance trilogy #the ascendance series #ascendance month #ascendance #tas #roden #roden harlowe #rulon harlowe #nila harlowe #tas roden #tas roden harlowe #tas rulon harlowe #tas nila harlowe #art #my art #sorry for the quality! #I think they turned out pretty well though #I hope you liked them :) #have a good day #and happy ascendance month! :D

[carthyan-confessions]

Confession #3

Lowkey in love with the idea of all of the Ascendance characters being best friends and a total found family

#ascendance series #ascendance trilogy #jaron #roden harlowe #rulon harlowe #princess amarinda #queen imogen #tobias branch #bevin conner #the false prince #the runaway king #the shadow throne #the captive kingdom

[jaronxlordashcombe]

#the ascendance series #jaron artolius eckbert iii #the false prince #the runaway king #the shadow throne #the shattered castle #the captive kingdom #imogen #roden harlowe #spotify #mott #tobias #amirinda #rulon harlowe #sage/jaron #jaron/sage #bevin conner #king eckbert #queen erin #PLAYLIST #THEME SONGS #voting #the ascendance trilogy #jaronximogen #jaron eckbert #king jaron #rodenxjaron #jaroden #jarogen #ascendance characters

[thebatrodenused]

Harlowe is such a supportive father.

Thats it, thats the post

#the runaway king #the false prince #the ascendance series #roden harlowe #the shadow throne #the ascendance trilogy #rulon harlowe #the harlowe family are amazing people #Harlowe

[ascendantmarv]

thinking about roden seeing harlowe on the floor during the initial attack and not being able to do anything about it 🥲🥲

#sobbing #the ascendance series #the shattered castle #roden harlowe #rulon harlowe #tsc spoilers

[staticcolour]

It’s Rulon Harlowe and dang it’s so hard to find appearance description. It’s just like he has laugh lines at his eyes and grey/black hair

#the ascendance trilogy #the runaway king #rulon harlowe #tat #art #staticcolour #The older characters are hard to draw because Harlowe is just some 50 year old white guy and that's just hard to draw man #He wears a vest #And that's all I know #I don't know if this is a good design #but it's all I have

[antoniahale]

Head cannon

Roden's mother liked chocolate covered hazelnuts. When Roden asks Harlowe about his mom, Harlowe mentions this fact and later gives Roden some chocolate covered hazelnuts. And Roden loves them just as much as his mother.

#the ascendance series #rulon harlowe #roden harlowe #roden #harlowe

[ascendantking]

trembling hands for harlowe

Drabble Prompt – Accepting

He had to know.

As long as he had known the boy he had been an enigma wrapped up in a question. It wasn’t like him to fall off the face of the continent in such uncharacteristic silence–his curses would be scandalizing the saints and devils alike for years to come if he ever deigned to descend. 

He didn’t just die. Vargan couldn’t have beaten that incorrigible child. 

So, he was here and here he would remain until he caught a glimpse–sign, anything–of that rebellious boy once more. Harlowe wrung his hands together, closing his eyes as he took a breath to settle his mounting nerves.

How his king faced the devils head on at such a young age, he had no idea–though, he figured, he likely had no choice in the matter. And yet, here Rulon was, thrusting himself right into the lion’s den just for the spectacle of it. A smirk almost caught his features at the thought. 

Spectacle, indeed.

With his head held high as his hands threatened to give him away, the Prime Regent of Carthya made his way towards trouble. Steely eyes watched the men around him with disdain, his shoulders relaxing as he came into himself. 

He would not be leaving this camp empty handed. The world may turn itself upside down for a moment or two, but it would always right itself, presenting new opportunities in the chaos. 

As he stepped into the Avenian king’s presence, a certain nauseating smell caught his nose–and unless Vargan cared for rolling in his own filth, it could only mean one thing. Either Avenian men were lax on their hygiene routines or there was another visitor before him, and close, judging by the putrid scent.

Harlowe nodded his head in a customary greeting, putting a hand over his heart as the other rested comfortably behind his back, “King Vargan, I bring you sad greetings from the kingdom of Carthya, where our people are in mourning. As is my duty at this time, I have come to inquire about the body of our monarch, King Jaron.”

#the false prince #the shadow throne #the ascendance trilogy #rulon harlowe #harlowe #my writing #drabble #the false prince fanfic #{ last line courtesy of merc... thanks for finding it in the book bro... }