█ ▌ & ғ u ʀ ʏ .

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           ❝   forge thy legend in a glorious blaze of  f u r y  and  L I G H T .  ❞

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Two-handed Sword

Dated: 17th century

Culture: German

Measurements: overall length 163 cm

The straight, double-edged blade is ribbed at the centre, has a squared tip and is provided with a long tang with spikes bent toward the grip. The iron quillon have long, slightly curved arms, with curls and palmed and buttoned ends, featuring outlines too. The two large guard rings are engraved with segments, while the long grip has leather covering fixed by studs. The handle is finished with a spheroidal, iron pommel, slightly faceted.

Source: Copyright © 2016 Czerny’s International Auction House S.R.L.

[bookofendings]

Slow your breath; unclench your fist. Even in sleep you are ready for war.

The Golden Wing (via bookofendings)

[fyp-philosophy]

War does not determine who is right - only who is left.

Bertrand Russell (via fyp-philosophy)

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guardian: Iron Banner Sucks

Lord Saladin: What the fuck did you just fucking say about Iron Banner, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Iron Lords, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Venus, and I have over 300,000,000 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top striker in the entire city. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the Ishtar Sink and your location is being marked right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven million ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Iron Lords and the Vanguard and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the galaxy map, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo

[radegastt-blog]

*reading through the books of sorrow*

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@bungie why is all of this absent from the game

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[rahgot]

DESTINY - Random concept art

[covcnant]

@radegastt

Being in the presence of an Iron Lord was always an… exotic experience, the regal hardiness that seems to surround them always gave Covenant-5 an excitable feeling, almost like he was before kings and queens. Lord Radegast, of course, is no different, and the Exo gives a slight bow towards the other, optics brightening at his presence as he says smoothly,

         [ ‘ Lord Radegast, your presence is humbling, as always.              What brings you to the Tower? ’ ]

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It seemed that every time he set foot in the Tower, at least one awe-stricken Guardian would stare from afar, perhaps whispering excitedly to any nearby members of their Fireteam that one of the legendary Iron Lords had actually deigned to glance in their direction. Truthfully, Radegast had grown accustomed to the attention, taking it all in stride - though he would be lying if he claimed to entirely dislike it. Still, the unspoken division between himself and younger Guardians often troubled him, as starting casual conversations with new faces had become increasingly difficult over the years. Most tended to keep a sort of formal distance... then there were those few brave enough to approach him first.

Much like the young Titan standing beside him now.

The way his entire being lit up as he realized who exactly was loitering by the Postmaster was enough to garner an amused grin from the Iron Lord. Remaining silent until the Exo was finished speaking, Radegast’s grin widened a touch, and he bowed his head in proper greeting. A quiet chuckle preluded his words.

“At ease, Titan.  I am off duty for the time being - no need to stand on ceremony.” A moment’s pause as he gestured over his shoulder at the frame hurriedly moving about behind the counter.

“As for why I happen to be here: some mail needed picking up. Secret Iron Lord things and the like. Unfortunately, Kadi is having a bit of trouble finding the last parcel. ” 

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           ❝   forge thy legend in a glorious blaze of  f u r y  and  L I G H T .  ❞

[psych-facts]

Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. My god, do you learn.

C. S. Lewis  (via finegoodsfinefolk)

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MEDIEVAL FANTASY Aesthetics

Professions and Trades » Blacksmith

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Standing silent with a tightly clenched fist pressed to his mouth - likely to prevent a string of profanities from pouring out of it - Radegast surveyed the carnage before him. Scorch marks, residual arc static, a faint hum of Void energy… a broken sound system, rose petals, molten chocolate everywhere…

Perhaps it was foolish of him to believe that the events of Crimson Days would go by with only minor disturbances, but this… this was a step above anything he’d been expecting. The Guardians responsible had fled the scene only moments before Radegast and a few other members of the Vanguard appeared to figure out what in the Traveler’s name was making such noise.

The only explanation from a stunned bystander was, “Something they called a ‘Crimson Days Dance-Off’. Full Fireteams on each side. Never seen anything like it…”

Brows furrowing further, Radegast’s eyes slowly drifted toward the most recent arrival - Lord Shaxx, poor man. As soon as he looked in his direction, Radegast only offered a defeated shrug, seemingly at a loss for words.

“I don’t know how it happened. Or why, for that matter.”

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