#aithreachas

[ralnga]

                                           . ― »@aithreachas​

even   with   the   agreement   in   place,      jake   still   didn't   trust   the   humans      ——      the   new   ones   that   arrived   to   settle   in   the   ruins   of   the   research   facility,      at   least.      norm   and   mike   were   his   buddies,      and   so   far   they   seemed   to   have   nothing   but   pride   for   the   new   colonies,      but..      he   still   made   a   point   to   come   patrol   closer   than   necessary,      towering   over   the   humans   with   narrowed   eyes   glowing   bright   in   the   night.

one   of   the   humans   was   out   by   himself,      an   older-looking   gentleman   by   the   looks   of   it.      he   gave   a   rough   scoff   before   moving   closer,      quiet   in   the   darkness   before   speaking   mere   inches   away.      "      hey,      buddy,      it's   not   exactly   safe   out   here.      "

[bladewarde]

She stares at him -- her dark eyes unsure -- as a million different thoughts fill her head in the wake of a battle that could have ended very, very differently. Laera retreats a step as the stranger dismounts, uncertain whether to look at him, or the griffon that he rides.  ❝ You ‘ave a beautiful mount... ❞ The fighter mutters; the tension in her posture dissipating as it leaps off to feed, leaving just the two of them.

He isn’t wrong about his assessment. Aye, she might have been able to handle herself, but with group of angry brigands ( of which, she was more than deserving of their anger ) who’s to say?  ❝ I don’t know ‘ow to back out of a fight, but I think I can say, I won. ❞ A pause, ❝ With your ‘elp, of course. ❞ The harshness of his griffon -- Scraps she thinks the mount was called -- tearing off armour, and into flesh, makes her wince, bringing her back to the battle’s aftermath. ❝ Take what you want, but if you find a scroll: ‘And it over. ❞

@aithreachas​ / cont.

[sanctumofeld]

Hearth and Den

@aithreachas

Wolfgang stared at the basket of oysters, carefully plucking them out one by one to examine their shells, and then flipped them into the nearby pot. In order to make the sauce, he would have to simmer them for a few hours, but that still left the issue of the noodles... he had checked the other sauce, the fermentation process requiring over a year, but thanks to his pace and the deathless state of his existence, it hadn't felt that long at all. He had even somehow managed to gather the onions, the peppers, several of the spices, garlic, and a few greens to mix in. The pork would be easy but he needed to collect wheat... then there would be the matter of the dough, the fashioning of the shape, and the mixing of the soup itself. Melina, at least, had made no complaints about his pace. First Radahn, then Rennala, though the first battle had left him in dire need of rest and healing. He had spent at least six months recovering, facing off against the Moon Queen only after he had laid her son to rest, and killing his way through her students in the halls of her maddened Academy. That had taken less out of him, though the... voice... the illusion and the lucidity that had returned to her after he had beaten her... it made bumps rise on his nape to just remember it. His gaze narrowed, considering what it could mean, but now was not the time. Wolfgang patted his hands together, rising up from his crouched position, and walked over to the balcony. He needed to consider his next move. Where could he gather wheat? Limgrave had a good climate, the Peninsula experienced too much rain, and Liurnia possessed far too much water. Perhaps he might attempt the Altus Plateau? However, he had no idea of how to get there... he needed some sort of... medallion, according to Gideon. Wolfgang huffed underneath his breath, considering he might climb the steep, but that would take far longer getting to and fro. Especially because he needed so much wheat. The Tarnished paced the kitchen, placing his hands behind his back. What to do, what to do...

[dionadaiir-a]

Four Celtic gods as ancient and powerful as any other found themselves trapped within a world they no longer knew. The age of technology was as foreign and mystical to them as they were to the modern man. 

Living among humans that no longer believed in them. There was no such thing as eternity in the mind of men, little they knew that gods walked among them...

Possible Modern Deity A.U. Feat. Atreus, Stephen, Neil and Eden.  @aithreachas @xstrange @anthologii

[saigheadair-blog]

My Own Personal Headcanons of Starkhaven’s Break From Tevinter Rule and The Starkhaven Circle

In 2:80 Glory, The Imperium had a hold over Starkhaven and the Chantry sent an Exalted March to take back the City State but they did not do this alone. Among the Chantry’s army was Starkhaven’s rebel forces which were made of four clans of families. The Vaels, The Melchors, The Cordells, and The Armstrongs. These four clans worked internally inside the captured city state to free it from Tevinter with the The Vaels leading the Clans in rebellion

The “ Battle of The Horned Crown “ was short but bloody. With the clans backed up by the Chantry, Tevinter was cast out of Starkhaven and it became an independent City State once more. 

Starting over, the clan elected the Vael clan to be the ruling family over Starkhaven and with the help of remaining Chantry support, it became a prosperous city it is today. The aiding clans eventually because Nobility among the city state. 

The Chantry’s presence is still felt among the city state, thus making it governing Andrastian though with traces of old tevinter local superstitions and myths becoming customs. (IE salt purifies things, sage cleanses the home of spirits, sea shells warding away evil spirits. ) 

I am thinking of instead of having the circle right in the city like Kirkwall does, it’s secluded deep within the forest among the mountains. This would be an ideal place to keep the circle because of the mountainous terrain would make it hard for the mages to escape but also have access to the river and resources. There wouldn’t be a need to keep them enclosed indoors.

So I believe the circle was a tower much like in Ferelden but with templars posted among the grounds outside, to allow the mages some lead outside in courtyards. I estimate it being about a day’s journey to Starkhaven. 

@aithreachas

[hathlostway]

aithreachas replied to your photoset: @honeycut i cannot believe this

.. I must confess I forgot Samson’s name earlier I was like.. Samson.. something?? Samson.. wtf is his last name and then I googled it and OH MY GOD IT IS HIS LAST NAME

i’m so happy, samson samson is so real now

[chthonianarrow]

Blackness drips down from both of my hands, the gold in my palm was mistaken for sand. Can you feel it? The blackness it drips down from both of my eyes The sand that you made has taken my sight. I can feel it.

Over the wind , under the rain, Out of the chaos, I can hear your name. Through the sinking night. On this sinking night, I see your face.

Atreus X Stephen - The Sinking Night

@aithreachas @xstrange

[flamesofesmeralda-archived]

@aithreachas​ didn’t ask for this and yet; behold

She had been born in the depths of a winter that lasted two years, though the snow that reached the plains of Dorne never outnumbered the sands. There had been another winter in her youth- she had been in Sunspear then, already handmaiden to the Princess- that lasted three years. The water-gardens had frozen for nearly a year & Oberyn had fashioned pairs of skates for them & both Mellario and Doran forbade their use which only made them play all the more. 

It is nearing winter now, and Esmeralda has never known a cold like this. King’s Landing is far from the sands that give her their name. SAND- a bastard daughter, handmaid to a Princess-twice-over.

She shivers against the cold wind, the walls of the Red Keep and the trees of the godswood offer her little protection. Three days she had stayed with Elia in her confinement (hardly sleeping and barely eating), far from the cold and farther still from the world outside. She had not known it was snowing, how the flurries would speckle her braid with diamond shavings, how cold the stones would be under her bare feet. Elia had ordered her rest, retire to her own chambers and own bed.          “Sleep, Esmeralda. Please.” Even in her labour, her lady was kind. 

Esmeralda cannot sleep. She cannot sleep when her friend & her lady scream in labour, she cannot sleep while Westeros holds its breath and smallfolk pray for spring and nobles pray for a violet-eyed heir. She cannot sleep when she is so cold. 

She SHIVERS, and she hears the crunch of boots on stone behind her.