lady of swords.

the knights maiden.

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#swordma1den. an original fantasy muse rooted in heavy, original lore. a war elf hailing from the ashes of upsurpsed and desecrated kingdom ; able to be tethered or altered for other verses. inspired heavily by various historic events and stories, this muse focuses on knighthood and womanhood going hand in hand - an ode to the warrior queen in some regards. trigger heavy themes will be present, n.sfw will be tagged accordingly. please do not follow if aspects of conflict or violence bother you, as there will be a surplus at times. multiship, multiverse, and crossover friendly.

written by kt. she / her. over twenty-five.

the study of. the curse of loving your oath perhaps more than you could love another. my older brother peels my oranges. what it really means to go from knight to paladin. the hells hath no fury like a woman scorned. elected isolation from romantic intentions. self-sacrifice comes in many forms. women in armor. the altered brain chemistry that accompanies slaughter. carrying the burden of a curse. womanhood with a sword.

world built alongside. @n1ghtbreeze, @w4rhorse, @0fconquest, @battlec4ster, and @cr0wguided. hmu to join in. affiliated with. no one, yet.

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eithne being tasked to guard your muse while they visit meath ✨

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trade offer: you give me ships, i give you a muscle mommy war elf with a sword and an uncanny ability to rally the masses.

[faircastle]

Do not forget it was our sister, Mierin Sedai, who tore open the Dark One's prison and took the name Lanfear.

The Road to the Spear (S03E04) THE WHEEL OF TIME (2021—)

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✨ women with swords. ✨

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a familiar place, the whisper of a past long gone ... the world continues to spin, regardless of who remains standing, and reduces passing thoughts to flickering candles against an endless backdrop. on occasion, it becomes quite the challenge to tell lives apart; pieces blend together in ways that she cannot begin to articulate, yet the colors are muted and hard to distinguish at times. the only thing she recognizes is the mouth of forest - it's expansive, yawning canopy impossible to ignore from even the deepest parts of her core. an old friend, or perhaps something much more nefarious in nature haphazardly disguising itself.

not that it mattered.

a heavy inhale, a heavier exhale; it would be a lengthy trek without a horse, and for the first time in awhile, she so boldly regrets not bringing mount with her. but monsters were nasty work, and if the townsfolk had been lying about the severity of creature tucked into the dim light ... it could create a problem, and more than that, put a steadfast steed at risk. one could argue them replaceable, eithne would argue that horses already rode into battle were become harder to find, and even harder to authenticate in soundness. again, it didn't matter.

odd jobs had replaced the regimented existence of the life she'd grown fond of centuries prior: whatever kept her blade sharp and her stomach full, of course. until the return of crown, surely.

stranger's don't last very long around here. ⚔ the dragon's hoarde for @anmehil

" i am no stranger to this place, good ser. " the voice sounds familiar, but she doesn't place it quite as quickly as she perhaps could. there's a fleeting irritation when she turns to greet the man who dares speak ill of potential fate, only for that irritation to evaporate. what's left in its wake is something almost terrified ... color drains from the highest points of her expression, mismatch stare settled on a figure she'd once devoted hours to memorizing. it feels like witnessing the dead return, to see them breathe in once more.

and yet, for a second, she can find no strength in her voice. lungs collapsed, tone but a breathless kind of whisper against the heaviness of early morning. " you ... "

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LADY EITHNE MOURNBOW AS THE KING'S GUARD.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄 . ( a collection of fantasy - based dialogue prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

strangers don't last very long around here .

lay down your sword , and i'll lay down mine .

whatever you do , do not stray from the path .

try not to get yourself killed .

the magic here is old and wild .

quiet ... do not wake it .

i thought i'd find you here . get up .

the tavern in [ location ] is known for its ale and its rumors .

you are starting the path towards your destiny .

is there no end to this accursed forest ?

my sword is yours .

the path to redemption is paved with trials and tribulations .

this forest feels ... sick . as if a disease lies upon it .

you are nothing but damned bones , and a damned soul .

have you ever seen the world beyond [ location ] ?

in the face of overwhelming odds , we must stand united .

please don't let them know that i'm here .

i've heard tales of your exploits . impressive , if they're true .

there's a town three miles east from here .

we have such history , you and i .

go carefully ... there's a camp nearby .

you will not die here , i forbid it .

your reputation precedes you .

i would rather die on my feet than on my knees .

there is no destiny . no born heroes .

you've got a fire in your eyes . use it , but don't let it consume you .

the spirits of this forest are restless .

there's more that you aren't telling me .

you have something that belongs to me .

you shouldn't be here , it's not safe in these parts .

all we can trust are the blades in our hands .

do you believe in fate ? destiny , prophecies ...

i don't think i'll ever get used to having blood on my hands .

wait ! there's traps here . lots of them .

i would die before helping in such a task .

there's an inn just another mile north .

have your blade at the ready .

if you can't already tell , i don't require saving .

have you drank your fill already ?

this isn't just some lark to me .

i'm headed to [ location ] . i could use some company .

your bravery is admirable , but it will also be your undoing .

you're exhausted , [ name ] . we're stopping here .

i will hunt you until the day i die .

i wish you a safe journey home .

as long as i can be of no help , i'm going to hide .

raise your sword . this should be a fair fight .

you're brave to show your face here again .

in this world , you can trust two things ; your intuition and your sword .

i've seen the way you look at the horizon . you're searching for something .

[ administers a healing potion / spell ] is that any better ?

you have no idea of the catastrophe you've set in motion .

there's an ambush ahead , stay quiet .

i want to know your story ... beginning to end .

in the end , we're all just stories waiting to be told .

i've heard tales of a dragon living high up in the mountains . some say it's just a myth , others swear it's real .

the line between friend and foe is often blurred .

try to stay quiet . is the wound deep ?

do not provoke them .

monster ? who's the monster here ?

i forbid you from telling anyone what you've seen here .

are you scared of witches ?

that's a beautiful [ weapon ] . may i ?

you are a valuable ally and a fearsome adversary .

do not tell me you've grown soft over the years .

if our enemy has returned , we must know .

you're a tough one to read , but i can see the kindness in your eyes .

the key to survival is knowing when to fight and when to flee .

i never expected to run into you in [ location ] .

last we spoke , you owed me some coin .

do not fear me ... everybody else fears me .

there is no magic or medicine that can cure this .

you keep questionable company .

every choice has a consequence .

the fate of the world lies in your hands .

so you're the great [ name ] .

remorse will get you nowhere .

you must stay on the path . do not leave it . if you do , you'll never find it again .

i once dreamed of this place . it's real ?

some secrets are best left buried .

the bridge is heavily guarded . we need a plan .

i thought you were returning home .

i would not do this unless i had to .

i need my horse .

it's real . all of the stories , the legends ... and it's real .

don't lose your wit . i believe you'll have need for it yet .

[stardustrider]

Lanfear // The Wheel of Time S3E3

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i love her dearly.

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pre fall of kingdom / hotd / pre-bg3 vibes tho,,,,,,,,

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CAPTAIN OF THE KINGS GUARD ... often referred to in prevalent writings at the time as the knights' maiden or our lady of swords. eithne is said to have not been bestowed blessings at birth as her older brother had been, but rather burdened by divinity earned through tactic and ferocity.

[nightmaskart]

Day 22: Weapon

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tbh, i missed sunday but like.

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the enormity of my desire. @silklies

very well-loved linens do not find themselves fully discarded, rather, haphazardly pushed and pulled out of the way; shirt rolled upward toward shoulders over the crest of breast, pants hanging on absently to one leg at the knee ... the expansive constellation map of freckles stretched across skin become almost second to the rather random scatter of mouthy marks left behind in his handy work. muscles contract under skin, knees turned outward in an attempt not to completely cage him in the space between her thighs, heels tucked against his forearms somehow still clad in white shirt.

he is insufferably persistent - and now just as admirably driven - but the notion alone offers no regret toward previous choice to hold him at arms length despite sticky-sweet advances. perhaps it was the nature of her upbringing, the quiet small talk between parents who spoke so vibrantly of deeper affections ... or maybe it was all those lofty tales of princes and knights and well-meaning men who sought more than superficial intimacy.

head tilts back, muscles in thighs shaking as he drags a sigh from her languid form with mouth.

and when he does finally speak to mingle his own voice with the sighs and dampened moans of the paladin, eithne offers a breathy kind of laugh. she rakes fingers idle through his sea of white curls, eyes redirecting focus to his own disheveled form in the almost non-existent light of tent against the shadowed lands absence of everything, really. beyond hastily closed fabric, the campfire light flickers upwards into a vast darkness, and she offers little thought or care to whether their companions are still awake in what she imagines to be the early morning hours. (but how does one tell if the night is truly endless ?)

" as i have told you, you may have whatever your heart desires tonight, elen nin*. " despite fingers and palm calloused with lifetimes of swordplay, there is an obvious softness to her touch. she absently twirls the ends of curls, idles nails ever so idle along scalp with the intention only to encourage. " i am yours to have however you see fit for as long as you need. "

[drakyns]

ㅤthe forest southeast of thursheimr loomed thick with gnarled pines above them. its branches twisted like the hands of old gods frozen, letting almost no sunlight peek through as the soil whispered famous tales of how sailors and merchants were swollen whole by that cursed land. mist clung to the underbrush, curling over the young chieftain’s boots, heavy with a scent of decay and mystery. håkan knew he was not meant to be here. forgiveness was a foreign tongue in these lands, spoken neither by man nor beast. but he had a mission, and obstinacy had been stitched into his bones long before he even had a name. he would gather what he needed and leave before anything with sharp teeth or hungrier instincts took notice. at least, that had been the plan.

ㅤand then they met eyes. she was taller than him, clad in shadow and scars, stepping over twisted roots with the confidence of someone who cared not for belonging, built like something war had tried and failed to break. she didn’t look like she was from the north like him. and before he could contain his own tongue, it stated the obvious: ‘you shouldn’t be here, it’s not safe in these parts.’ a foolish thing to say, really. hypocritical, if not outright laughable. he was not meant to be here either, yet here he stood.

ㅤfor a moment, he entertained the possibility that she was a traveller like him. the harbour was only two moons away—perhaps she was merely passing through. but then she turned, and his shoulders tensed. armour and steel. danger. was it his impression, or did her scars look like a dragon could’ve caused them? he stepped back, “oh, believe me”, he exhaled, forcing a smirk onto scarred lips to mask the quiet edge of sudden unease. “i’d love some company ‘round these parts… assuming we are both friends here, of course.” his gaze dropped to the weapon at her hip, then back to her face. håkan squinted. “mercenary or hunter?”

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mercenary or hunter, the question nearly spurs something akin to a laugh from her. mouth clasps tight around words for a moment ... does he believe her a threat ? arguably, he was perhaps not wrong to find the nature of her existence somewhat imposing. elves were often rumored petite things around various parts beyond the yawn of known kingdoms and empires: she imagines it is perhaps jarring to see one of formidable stature and clad in armor. but there is also the nag of other options - the concept that he views her as threatening because she has reason to be hostile toward him. from the surface, she believes nothing of the sort: but the possibility lurks, ever-present and perpetually gnawing.

" are they not the same thing in some regard ? " tone is easy - she keeps body language open and relaxed, makes no effort to reach for weapon. if he does have reason to fear her, perhaps she already has the upper-hand. head inclines slightly, eithne ignores the basic instinct to simply ask his business in such grueling place. it doesn't really matter. certainly they were on two different missions, and she had no intention of involving herself in that which was not hers to begin with. even in the instance of coin perhaps stolen ... a rather nasty mindset less savory souls who found themselves particularly distant from any holy light.

" i am but a humble servant of the gods, " head bows slightly, earrings clinking in lobes as she raises it once more. it does no good to lie - his nature would reveal regardless. those of rotten core would always come to reek, even if it wasn't right away. eyes settle back over his features, mouth tipped into the whisper of a smile which neglects to reach light eyes. " blessed and burdened to carry a blade in their name to such places. " a pause, amusement plucks the undertones of voice, " but now i must extend the same question to you ... what is it that brings you to such a place ? what is your game of choice here ? "

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i am a sucker for women in roles that are traditionally held, in most fantasy settings, by men.

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i think only abt how eithne's favorite place is the beach. how she'd spent any second of her off time soaking up the surf and sand, rain or shine. her quietly slipping away from towering palace walls, or out of heavy armor pieces, just to stand absently in the rolling surf in linens, her hair messily tied up as high as she can get it in the moment-