#hammerites

[taffermaxxing-waffle]

Garrett Drabble bc I’m feeling better. A little suggestive btw but nothing explicit :3 hope yall like it.

Cragscleft kerfuffle

As you and Garrett ran away from the alerted guards, you could feel his grip on your wrist getting tighter and less upset than before as he guided you along the dark alleyways, barely seeing past the dimming light of the guards as they lost sight of the two of you.

Hours before all this, Garrett had been tracking you down to rescue you from Cragscleft prison. Garrett had known about you. Even written to you before in hopes of finding a new lead on a mission. He seemed to find you among the few he could trust, for of course, you were Basso’s cousin, who just so happened to have a knack for making trouble. Plus, through the mass of letters, the two of you had bonded a little over your endeavors. But, unfortunately for tonight, you just had to be down on luck enough that you got caught vandalizing the Hammerite Cathedral. The smallest slip up you ever made…and it cost you big time. So, now you sat in your cell, trying to keep yourself calm as you panicked about trying to find a way out. Cragscleft was of high security. So it would be nigh impossible to get out alone. Luckily for you, however, the soft jangle of the Hammerites keys kept your sanity from failing completely, knowing that if things got serious, you could just swipe their keys.

“You must be Basso’s cousin.” A voice muttered from behind you.

You whipped around to the sound of the voice, startled. You almost yelped out in surprise before the man’s hand cupped your mouth to keep you silent. You nodded, pushing off his hand. “Yeah…why. Did he send you to give me some kind of false promise of a pardon?”

Garrett laughed softly at your comment towards Basso. “No. He sent me to come take you home.”

Your eyebrows raised in suspicion. “Proof?”

Garrett knew that you may ask for that. Basso had told him how much you had been betrayed in the past. “Here. The note and everything. But hurry it up. The guards might get word of things going fishy.”

You looked down at the note and pendant Basso had given you. Jeanivere must’ve said to give it to you as a gift…sweet gal. “Alright then. Let’s get going….uh…” you paused, realizing you didn’t know the man’s name.

“Garrett.” The man muttered, grabbing the trapdoor again to open it. “Follow me, then. And don’t make a sound…”

“Right, you’re the famed mister Garrett I’ve been awaiting letters from, then? Pleased to meet you, albeit not in the manner I would’ve hoped for.” You smiled softly at him, hoisting yourself into the hollowed out alley beneath the trapdoor as you followed behind Garrett, closing the latch.

All was going well, until the light from above the alley dimmed to the point where you couldn’t see, which made you stumble and trip a wire as you tried keeping track of where you were, cursing as it happened. “Damnit!”

Garrett grunted in annoyance of the fact that you tripped the alarms due to your clumsiness. It took him strength not to reprimand you, and to remember that not everyone had a tolerance to dark rooms like he did. He just grabbed your hand, speeding up his pace as the guards started to move around, trying to get to the alleyway you were escaping through. “Damned hammers…having the worst crypts…I’ve seen alleys with better navigation…”

The two of you ran across the damp, boggy undergrowth of the crypt-alleyway that lead outside, the Hammerites closing in on you from behind. Garrett quickly docked a Gas Arrow, pushing you in front of him before taking the shot. The gas cloud burst, while knocking out a considerable amount of guards, was just off enough that two guards weren’t affected, and kept closely on your tail as the two of you rounded a corner to the outside world. Luckily, they were disoriented enough that they didn’t see Garrett shove the both of you down the alleyway near the Crippled Burrick Pub, slowing down, hitting the dead end at the end of the street that they thought you had gone down.

As Garrett pushed you into the alleyway, he kept his hand over your mouth to keep your ragged breath from alerting anyone else, keeping you against him as he saw the light of a torch nearby. “Next time, tell me you can’t see…” he whispered, scoldingly. You nodded, sweat beading on your forehead as you felt just how close you were to him. You noticed in this moment just how attractive he looked to you, forcing down a thought, the feeling staying in your throat like a weight. “Will do…” you muttered back, somewhat embarrassed.

Moments passed, and even though the light of the torch that had passed by had been long gone, Garrett seemed to take a bit to relax and let you go. It was almost like he felt at peace for a moment with you up against him like that. “Basso should be waiting for us.” He began to pull away, but you gingerly kept a hand on his arm. “Wait…”

Garrett looked at you, somewhat perplexed, but also annoyed that he himself had caught on to someone like yourself. “I don’t have time for this…let’s-“

Out of a bold choice, you kissed him, making him stop in his tracks. Confused and somewhat frustrated. “I said wait…Basso doesn’t need you right now…nor does he need me. We can find him in the morning.” You murmured, looking right at Garrett, eyes full of a fond expression.

Garrett’s mood seemed to shift. It seemed like he trusted you, right in this moment…despite everything he had ever done to say otherwise. He seemed to soften, in a way, with how you kissed him. “Fine…I don’t mind waiting…but I think we can find a better place to wait until morning.” he whispered back, matching your tone. He guided you to his apartment, climbing up through the windowsill, helping you up as you followed behind him. His apartment was somewhat lavish. Not kingly, by any means, but impressive to the average person. As you looked around, stunned, Garrett shut the window, turning the blinds down, his apartment now dark. The sound of clothes rustling made you curious, and you felt the feeling of Garrett’s hands along your shoulders, pulling you towards somewhere in the room. Before you could say anything, you saw the flicker of a candle come to life, illuminating the room. He was bare from the chest up. And goodness, did it make your heart jump. “Are master thieves all like this? Or is it just you who has been able to steal my heart this quickly?” You laughed softly, removing your clothes in the same manner, pulling him close to you before kissing him again, this time your hands on his roughened face, kissing him deeply.

[mechanicalblue1]

After getting back into the original Thief games in a big way, I wanted to do a big project updating the look of some of the main characters in the game.  This was a really fun project to work on.  I tried to keep most of the characters as close to the feeling of their originals as I could, while trying to make them a little more visually interesting.

I’ll also be posting individual pics on my instagram over at instagram.com/shadyrogue/

Thanks for checking it out!

[cindysimblr]

Hello! Do you have the St. Edgars Buildset available to download? It's so beautiful, but I can't find a place to download it.

I’m afraid I overlooked this message. 

You can download it here, Anon:

http://www.medievalsims.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=76934#p76934

[murrrmur]

I love sound of the original Thief games. I fell in love with it in just few seconds. The House of Widow Moira is my favourite, so sad and mourning. Eric Brosius is genius, honestly. And when I was searching music like that out from curiosity, I found Avgrundsælet II by Semilanceata. I thought that it fits for the City perfectly and decided to make Thief fanmix “Sounds of the City”. 

And here it is. Big thanks to levittra, who made these wonderful covers. 

sorry for my English, just wanted to share ;_;

[vyssell]

Sometimes love is drawing characters from your favourite series in weird stock poses.

[zlukaka]

The Outsider as the Agent of Chaos

“Hammer, anvil, forge and fire, chase away The Hoof'ed Liar. Roof and doorway, block and beam, chase The Trickster from our dreams. --- Vigilance is our shield, that protects us from our squalid past. Knowledge is our weapon, with which we carve a path to an enlightened future.” — Hammerite chants

Years since the first Dishonored came out, after numerous Word of God tweets and the lore revealed in later games, it’s pretty clear there’s more to the Outsider than just his role as the Agent of Chaos. Nonetheless, that is what he will always be to me first and foremost.

There are literary influences in Dishonored, as we now know, but long before the philosophical came into play, many of us saw the enormous influence of another piece of media in the Dishonored series - the Thief series.

Thief is the original fantasy stealth game, the spiritual and mechanical parent of Dishonored, that the newer series often references and copies almost to the letter while adding new twists and turns along the way. If you played the Thief series, you know what I’m talking about, but for those unfamiliar, here’s a refresher.

Thief is about Garrett, a master thief. In the City, where Garrett lives, there are two warring factions: the Hammerites (Industry and Order) and the Pagans (Nature and Chaos). For the average City-dwelling commoner, the Hammerites, despite being religious zealots, are clearly the good guys: they help build and improve the City, they patrol it, they hunt thieves and bandits, and as long as you’re a lawful citizen you’ve nothing to fear from them. The Pagans, on the other hand, want to destroy the City and live in harmony with nature, which goes against what most townsfolk would want. They also align themselves with all sorts of freaky creatures like giant mantis people *shudder* and worship a deity known as the Trickster.

Both factions hunt and help Garrett under various circumstances. Both factions hate each other with a passion. Unlike Master Builder that the Hammerites worship, the Trickster takes active part in the events of the games, he even talks to Garrett, takes interest in him and at one point does something to his body. The Trickster resides in a realm beyond this world, known as the Maw of Chaos:

Looks and sounds familiar, eh?

Dishonored is packed with references to Thief. There are direct quotes even.

The Hammerites are obviously the inspiration for the industrious and zealous Abbey with their music boxes and proverbs. The love for plants and raising zombies that the Pagans were known for are reflected in Delilah’s witches with their out of control gardens and undead hounds.

When one comes into Dishonored after playing Thief, the Outsider performs a very familiar function. He talks to the protagonist, he contributes to the chaos in the world, he lives in another realm, his worshippers are the shady reprobates, his opposition participates in law enforcement and tries to enforce order.

All of this pins the Outsider as the local Trickster.

But then there is the fact he is actually called The Outsider, while the other god is called The Trickster. Seems like Arkane wanted to clearly differentiate the two. Same goes for the Outsider’s opposition being the Abbey of the Everyman. And yet, that wasn’t heavy-handed enough - when I played the game the name “The Outsider” instantly translated into “that guy outside the world, hanging in the Void”, and I never thought about it twice. He was the local Trickster with an emo fringe, and that was it.

And this is a good lesson to all creative types out there - consider who your target audience is and what they know. If you pack your work with references to what they know and then try to go for something way out of your audience’s knowledge, they will still interpret your work in the context of the familiar thing.

[oblivionsedge]

Hammerite haunts by Miklche04

[morbid-mouse]

I place Garrett down in defense mode! xD

For Weekly Drawing Challenge.