Edric Throne

Doofy Highlander Shenanigans

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“Rhalgar. Breaker of Worlds; father to Bryegot and Halone. God of the Autumn war, may his reign be eternal. Guide my hand in your divine will, ignite the settled ash of Ala Mhigo. It is with your guidance that I shall see it so, for every drop of my life essence is spilled in your name.”

[ash-and-lies]

Helena Vow stopped at one of the many overlooks from the upper level of the palace. Her hands were set to the stone landing and from where she stood she could seek the golden court below. Edric had humored her with a late night walk, and though it had mostly been in silence she was indeed grateful for the company. A few moments ticked past before she glanced at him to her left

“What sort of Lord will you be Edric? What kind of leader?”

Edric Thorne fell in line beside her, and despite their recent disputes his form hung ever close to the Lady of Vow. "I will see to the leadership as Rhalgar demands it, my Lady. A heavy hand guides the strongest of forces, as Ala Mhigo was lead.” He glanced downward, a powerful gaze radiating about his features.

Helena Vow was quiet for a moment “That is a perfectly fine answer for an idealist..” She smirked and then departed her gaze from him “But what of an answer for one that will one day be your wife? Mm? By what manner will you rule, Edric? Will it be by fear? by force? Every man that takes breath has within himself a framework for the blood that runs in his veins.” She thought of a moment of their blood mingling, the sharp kiss of the blade before the prelate had been summoned “I wish to know the nature of your rule.”

Edric Thorne lingered a gauntlet at the small of her back, keeping his presence known and radiating with his confidence. “Throughout the history of Eorzea, those who have rulen with fear have fallen.” He lifted his free hand to her jaw, capturing it softly between ungloved fingertips to focus her vision upon him. “I shall capture it as if it were your love, my Lady. Passion, reverence, persistance. My men will not fear me, but will wish to die in my name.”

@spellshatter

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I can’t RP around this nerd.

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[itsonlythefirstdraft]

“How’s writing going so far?”

[swordofalamhigo]

“You want my help, Thorne? It’s gonna cost ya.”

[spellshatter-blog]

“Everything comes with a price, Viktor.”

[cryptickawaii]

Can I get some highlander love? ;w ;

[zenathered]

Some highlander love coming your way!

[high-and-away]

Did someone say Highlanders? Because I’m all about Highlanders.

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i mean yeah i guess

[the-mage-and-the-monk-deactivat]

yes highlanders

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yessssgood

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highlander is best lander

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Help!

I’m looking for a medium to large house in either the Goblet or Mist. (Goblet heavily preferred.) Please refrain from reblogging or commenting if you’re going to inform me about the ToS, I’m aware of the previous controversy. I don’t need to hear much more. Message me in game at: Edric Thorne.

Add me on skype at: thatcleverbutfunnyname

Or poke me on tumblr! Willing to discuss and negotiate prices, very friendly buyer. Help me, friends!

[spellshatter-blog]

Help!

I’m looking for a medium to large house in either the Goblet or Mist. (Goblet heavily preferred.) Please refrain from reblogging or commenting if you’re going to inform me about the ToS, I’m aware of the previous controversy. I don’t need to hear much more. Message me in game at: Edric Thorne.

Add me on skype at: thatcleverbutfunnyname

Or poke me on tumblr! Willing to discuss and negotiate prices, very friendly buyer. Help me, friends!

[spellshatter-blog]

“You speak treason, Helena.”

A chuckle as smooth as the soft silk she wore rolled from his lips, breaking the air in a thunderous boom. It rumbled from his chest, shaking their forms in unison in a hearty touch. A soft, subtle, “Oh?” was spoken in retort. A gasp hitching in her throat in mock surprise. A treasonous act that would be punished by their lips connecting together in an inferno of desire; melding their essence together in a touch that some would consider simple. 

But in that moment?

It was heavenly.

[elhofferdesign]

ok. I made a long-form version of Jean Ralphio’s amazing tale of clubs, ladies, dancing, police, and more. 

BB8 is technically homeless. Here is his tale. 

[ash-and-lies]

A Stirring in the Blood

Rp log for Edric Thorne and Helena Vow - foundation Rp for the Sepulchre Order (Coming soon to Balmung)

Edric Thorne: Thud. Plated boots marked another dent into the table as they clattered their way on up. Edric was content, the warm fire roaring nearby nearly putting him to sleep twice already.

 “Nnn, Helena.” He stirred, his eyelids blinking open. “Les’ just call it a day, aye? It’s gettin’ late.”

Helena Vow: Helena had been padding between the kitchen and the store room for the past two hours. On the stove a vilesome brew was bubbling and every now and again she would clatter into the stores to find another herb to add to the already bubbling and rather pungent mix “Mmm?" 

She poked around the corner and glanced at him, his boots (per the usual) were resting on the table. A tisk of displeasure was heard as she ducked back into the kitchen ”Go ahead, go to sleep, this needs to boil down a bit further or I won’t get all of the needed constituents out of the mixture.“ 

A pause in her words before she took a far bigger breath to give her voice a suitable amount of volume "And take your boots off the table!!” this was called over her shoulder as she put her face near the boiling mixture, inhaling softly and then sputtering a cough as she wiped the tears from her eyes…it burned…it was almost ready.

Edric Thorne: waved a dismissive gauntlet at her call for his boots on the table. It was his table, after all. “I thought we were gon’ call it a night, ‘eh? Just whatever you’ve been cookin’ doesn’t smell so hot.” He started to drift again, neck craning across the woodwork to hand limply as slumber started to spin its web over his mind. Oddly enough, just before such his boots fell from the table with another hearty thunk.

Helena Vow: rolled her eyes softly “I’d hope it doesn’t, its not for eating!” She called back into the main room as she chuckled, lowering her voice to a normal tone as she found some vague thrill in her next commentary “Its poison..” as though she were the damnable cat who ate the canary. Her next acquisition was digitalis, also known as fox glove, the various active components were good for one thing only…stopping a man’s heart. It would be the last bit of what she needed before she would let the entire mixture cool and slowly finish its decoction over night. This final little item was in the store room…and so back once again she went, padding out of the kitchen and into the little room without windows. She spied a final glance at Edric, now sleeping in his chair “Men..” she muttered after throwing open the door and shuffling about in the darkness. “Digitalis…Digi….”she frowned as she felt about in the dark “ah ha!” a large wicker chest was found and then opened as seemed to  recall having put it into such a container. Yet as she through it open she would not find the soft dried contents of plant matter, but instead cold and hard steele which was smoothe to the touch. A curious thing to find in the store room. After a moment Helz would retreat and return with a lamp, its sputtering light gliding over the contents of the woven wicker trunk. The plate was darkened…black with strains of red and lo.. staring right back at her through the bleak shadows she caught the silent roaring maw of a rampant lion…the great lion of House Thorne.

Edric Thorne: continued to drift further and further into his deep slumber, certainly depicting anything but the great lion of Thorne as his lips parted slightly to inhale a snore. Edric, with the company of a warm fire and Helena wasn’t usually one to awake so suddenly; napping might as well have been his profession at this point. Yet, when her hands glided smooth over the steel of Thorne the oaf shot awake, gauntlets gripping hard enough into the lounge chair to rip at the fabric. “Helena..” He called, his voice drifting towards the storeroom. “Helena!” He repeated, greaves practically stomping into the ground as he shot up and made way towards the chest. /That/ chest. He had only a simple pair of eyes, but yet he had known what she discovered. It was never meant to be touched again. Nearly busting into the storeroom, a gauntlet aimed to snap the wicker shut. “Yer’ digitails are beneath the rest of your herbs, aye? You can finish yer’ stew tomorrow.”

Helena Vow: knew not what had startled him awake, but certainly the eagerness in his voice that edged of discomfort was not lost on her. When he came into the store room he would no doubt witness a rather odd sight. His darling Lady Fair was sitting on her knees with the wicker lid up, and in her hands she had propped the shield up and forward as she peered into that molded visage as though in understanding - her eyes darkened into a frown. His sudden appearance and the snapping of the lid nearly caught the softer flesh of a hand and wrist before she dropped it and moved away. Silence…she rose slowly and then turned to face him “Why do you have that armor, Edric?” a brow rose up in cautious questioning.

Edric Thorne: was certainly looking at Helena but something in his gaze was looking.. through her? Shadows danced and flickered about his visage, the light catching only the center of his visage to give him a more serious, disturbed look about him. “Just finish your poison, Helena.” His words were not playful, jovial, uppity. No, the thick thunder that was his voice went grave with seriousness. “We have to make for Little Ala Mhigo in the morning, there is no time for stories of old.” A snarl almost rose in his throat, the lion deep within his core stirring awake.

Helena Vow took a moment in silence as he seemed on edge, and yet the topic of that armor was simply not something that she could very well let alone. If indeed that sigil represented the lineage that she did indeed suspect…there were words that needed saying and truths that needed revealing. “No…I think stories of olde are precisely what needs to be told.” She stood now in the little store room, most of its light blocked out by his far greater frame “I know this sigil…Edric. It is the markings of House Thorne, under the banners of Sir Baelorn Thorne, the last of his line before the fall of Ala Mhigo….tell me where did you get that armor?” She seemed tense, on edge…or perhaps hedging her bets.

Edric Thorne: allowed the silence of the room to blanket their conversation; his size growing not in physical sense but mentality as he started to engulf the room in his heated thunder. “You know nothing!” He boomed, enough to make a grown man quiver. A plated fist rocked into the side of the wall, crunching the wood inward and shaking the sheer foundation of the building. “Nothing..” He said again beneath his breath, eyes gone wild and puplis shrinking. Something did, however, move his gaze towards the chest. A calling, a whisper that started to buzz around his thoughts in a whirlwind of sound. Whatever Helena’s reaction to such an outburst would be deafened by the maddening buzz. 

He needed it. 

A heavy, plated knee bounced off the marble of the floor as his form curled over the box nearly possessively, working the shattered hinges open. It was becoming louder, his head thudding and screaming with enough pain to body ten men. A gauntlet dove, fishing out the hilt of the fabled sword of Reverence. Once held in the grasp of Baelron himself, the crimson blade was a lengthy cut of a metal unknown to Eorzea. Or so the legend told. It was then that room started to humm with power, vibrating the senses enough to feel sick. 

“Reverence." 

A whisper graced the air, swirling about until it settled heavily onto his mind. Like a sharp, hot needle piercing the very skin of his temple the thoughts of Ala Mhigo started to flood his brain. Raking, scraping, cutting, tearing at each thought until the cries of terror from his victims of war was all that was left. A depiction of mounted soldiers of Griffonback awaiting order whilst blood idly dripped from the end of the crimson blade, the face of Edric Thorne soon being unmasked beneath a helmet coated in blood and sweat. "Edric.” Came the soft whisper, enough to collapse the heavy bastard onto the marble floor.

Helena Vow had backed away as he retrieved the sword….Reverence…she too knew its tales, she had heard them as a girl..stories whispered in flickering lamp light, stories that spoke of a great line and its ties into what was once the Sepulchre Order.  

Many things are shared with children, and many things that are meant only as fanciful entertainment. And yet, she knew…Helena knew that with all tales of legend comes truth. Truth which was now embodied upon the long and straight edge of an eternally bloodied sword, a great weapon of war held by Baelorn Thorne, and before him to Bhraghad Thorne. Disbelief registered upon her features and silence rested upon the air.  

She did not see him sway, indeed she had not thought there to be any form of distress until he was already falling towards the hard floor “Edric!” She cried out..rushing to his side. Breath came and went from his lungs as in his fist rest the pommel of the blade. 

The strength of a midlander was no match for his bulk and so…in silence..she would sit with him in darkness until the raging storm did pass.

“Long may he Reign, the last of his line, Lord Edric Thorne - Lord Commander of the Sepulchre Order”

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“Edric! Where have you been, where have all of your marvelous RP posts gone?

“Edric! Just when will you return, what have you been doing?”

Fret not, my children. For I have returned, level 50drk, and a buttload of hours being poured into PvP but I did it! New RP set acquired, and my brain is only half fried from accomplishing it! I’m starting my new job soon so I’ll be heavy with work for a solid week, but expect more RP posts to come. Thank you nerds, and I will see you soon!

[rurukatt]

Well, well, what do we have here again? A giveaway? 

HELL YEAH

Seriously, I just had a 4000+ giveaway like… 4 months ago? I wasn’t expecting to get so many new followers so quickly! Thank you and welcome to whatever this blog is!

Sooo, the usual giveaway things:

RULES:

- must be following me - only reblogs count (multiple reblogs are okay!) - no giveaway blogs please

PRIZE:

A colored full-body picture of your OC! (more info about what I draw/don’t draw: here)

Giveaway ends on 30th December at 6pm CET

The winner will be chosen via random generator. They will have 24 hours to respond, otherwise I’ll choose another winner!

Thanks for being awesome and good luck!!

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Edric Thorne:

PLACE IN SOCIETY •financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty. •medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged. •class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure. •education: qualified / unqualified / studying. •criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet.

FAMILY •married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed •has a child or children / has no children / wants children.   •close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased. •orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES •extroverted / introverted / in between. •disorganized / organized / in between. •close minded / open-minded  / in between. •calm / anxious / in between. •disagreeable / agreeable / in between. •cautious / reckless / in between. •patient / impatient / in between. •outspoken / reserved / in between. •leader / follower / in between. •empathetic / unemphatic / in between. •optimistic / pessimistic / in between. •traditional / modern / in between. •hard-working / lazy / in between. •cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown. •loyal / disloyal / unknown. •faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS •monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic. •belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. •belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. •belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. •belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. •religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious. •philosophical: yes / no.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION •heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual. •sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable. •romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable. •sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious. •potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all. •potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES •combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. •literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none •artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none •technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS •drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. •smoking: trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. •other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. •medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. •indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. •splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. •gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

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Thwack.

Edric grunted, a gauntlet delicately touching just where the rock had fallen onto his forehead. Odd, he thought. Little Ala Mhigo was known for their stillness in rocks, or at least that is what the oaf convinced himself before choosing the perfect place for a nap. A day prior, he was able to enjoy a sunny afternoon with no interruption from rocks, and now? His nap was ruined, gone like the wind that was pushing his blonde locks. “Rain?” He hummed, child-like amusement pushing him up and off of the ancient ruins to get an eye on the droplets that slowly gave from the sky. It was just that. Rain. And the big, peachy bastard couldn’t be happier to witness the spectacle. A gauntlet nudged the Griffin slumbering heavily at his side, “’eh, you big loaf!” Teasing the big, intimidating creature was one of his many talents- however, avoiding death from the eversharp talons of his Griffin was pure luck. “C’mon, look! Rain, y’know? Water.. it comes out of the sky, aye?” Returning only with a frustrated huff, Charles didn’t seem far too interested in Edric’s antics today. However, the Ala Mhigan bastard wouldn’t be stilled all too easily; instead a gauntlet worked out a shattered, golden compass. Cupping it to his lips, hushed words spoke as if someone had accompanied him within the practically useless compass. “’ey, ma. I know you ain’t around to see it, but - uh.” He paused deeply, his head now resting on his plated, crimson knuckles with compass clutched tightly between. “It’s raining. I jus’ wanted to let y’know, ‘cause I know how- uh. How.. uh, you use to love rain an’ all.” Imprinting his lips on the dulled, golden casing of the compass it would soon find itself back into his coat pocket. It was raining.

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Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[vaindelaux]

a crown of lies forged with the blood ‘pon mine lance a fool must i look as deceit plays so clearly 'fore mine own two eyes