#thalarion

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Boris Vallejo, cover illustration for Tarnsman of Gor, by John Norman (Ballantine Books, 1978). Oil on board, 17 x 18 inches.

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The island of Themyscira was populated solely by women, but the men had a place of their own. The island of Thalarion was home to the Gargareans, the male equivalent of Themyscira’s amazons.  All of these men were strong and beautiful, but that didn’t mean there was nothing they were afraid of. Thalarion wasn’t far from muncher island, Even the most jacked Gargareans were afraid to set foot on that island and the ones that were stupid enough to try never returned. but when a muncher found it’s  way to Thalarion, nobody was safe. Tharion could be dangerous for a muncher. He had to run fast to avoid being stomped on by giant feet. but one thing made it all worth it and that was penises. The Gargareans didn’t wear underwear so someone of muncher size only needed to look up to see penises galore! One penis in particular that caught the mincher’s eye was Henry Cavill’s. It was big to a Gargarean and even bigger to a muncher. The tiny man jumped up and latched onto Henry’s cock. It gave that big dick a suck and startled Henry. As nice as the free blowjob was, Henry knew what would come next. He tried to remove the little guy from his dick but ended up getting sucked inside him. The tiny man burped and ran off to further explore Thalarion.

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“One instantly belongs to Thalarion. One belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.” ― Kidin Ysaha

Thalarion is the most famous of all cities, and takes pride in being one of the largest and wealthiest cities in the known world. It sits upon the largest harbor of the largest island within the center of the The Middle Ocean, making it a natural stop for many sailors and boats venturing across it. In addition, it holds many way gates and rifts within its walls, allowing merchants and travelers from distant lands to easily buy and sell many goods.

   Many religions are welcomed within Thalarion, the state actively protecting everyone’s right to practice their religion in peace. This has allowed many cults and churches to continue existing even when they are slain or driven out of their homeland. It also creates many religions and cults, the confluence of ideologies and beliefs giving rise to new faiths almost daily.

   Several large arcane sanctums call the city home, researching and unraveling the arcane secrets of magic, training young and prospective sorcerers how to use their powers, and crafting and repairing various magical items and enchantments for the populace. Several of these sanctums and many universities also act as bastions of learning and knowledge.

   With all this power and wealth, many have sought to conquer Thalarion, but have found that the city is not to trifled with. In addition to the powerful defensive structures left behind by the ancients, the people have trained long and hard to defend themselves from many different threats both large and small. Indeed, many assaults have come from the waygates, only to be repelled by the cities defenders and warriors. Not only this, but a large and powerful fleet is maintained to protect ships from the pirates that plague the sea and air ways.

   The confluence of mercantile, strategic, and religious influence in Thalarion earns its title as the City at the Center of the World.

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Album Review: Thalarion - Dying On The Scorched Plains (UPRISING! Records)

Epic death and doom with melodic depth and lyrical story-telling brilliance.

Back, after a 15-year absence, Slovakian death/doom band Thalarion return with “Dying on the Scorched Plains”. The new album will be released in digital and CD formats by UPRISING! Records on December 10th, 2021. Epic death and doom with melodic depth and lyrical story-telling brilliance (easy to understand when you consider the literary work that has come from band members). Thalarion’s Dying…

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Thalarion, "I Am . . ." (lyrics)

One for all the unholy death knights out there. Warlocks, too.

I am the thorn in the foot I am the blur in the sight I am the worm at the root I am the thief in the night I am the rat in the wall The leper that leers at the gate I am the ghost in the hall Herald of horror and hate I am the rust on the corn I am the smut on the wheat Laughing man's labor to scorn Weaving a web for his feet I am canker and mildew and blight Danger and death and decay The rot of the rain by night The blast of the sun by day I warp and wither with drought I work in the swamp's foul yeast I bring the black plague from the south And the leprosy in from the east. I rend the flowers from the hemlock boughs Wine stepped in the petals of dooms Where the fat black repents drowse I gather the upas blooms I have plumbed the northern ice For a spell like frozen lead In lost grey fields of rice I have learned from mongol dead. Where a bleak black mountain stands I have looted grisly caves I have digged in the desert sands To plunder terrible graves Never the sun goes forth Never the moon glows red But out of the south or the north I come with the slavering dead I come with hideous spells Black chants and ghastly tunes I have looted the hidden hells And plundered the lost black moons. There was never a king or priest To cheer me by word or look There was never a man or beast In the blood-black ways I took There were crimson gulfs unplumbed There were black wings over a sea There were pits where mad things drummed And foaming blasphemy There were cast ungodly tombs Where slimy monsters dreamed There were clouds like blood-drenched plumes Where unborn demons screamed There were ages dead to time And lands lost out of space There were adders in the slime And a dim unholy face Oh, the heart in my breast turned stone And the brain froze in my skull But I won through, I alone And poured my chalice full Of horrors and dooms and spells Black buds and bitter roots From the hells beneath the hells I bring you my deathly fruits.

-- Thalarion, from the Hellium album, 2004

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Thalarion - Bastard

Full song lyrics: Thalarion - Bastard

Don’t hide your anger In the depth of soul Don’t look at people Thinking they’re just waste Murderous thoughts Settled in your head And friends you love so much Fight against you You’re bastard – black sheep of life You’re bastard – society refuses you Flying in delirium Trying to forget Life is …

Full song lyrics: Thalarion - Bastard