In an instant, the edge of the sun peeked above the horizon. Rays of light scattered throughout the clouds. The golden orb rose slowly through the seas of reds and orange. Long, stretched out shadows from the colossal spiraling monoliths fell on the city's streets bellow. The metropolis towered over the desert, seemingly competing with nothing but the mountains that heralded their presence to the west. As if on cue, large amounts of steam rose from numerous pipes throughout Arcania.
“With innovation and technology, seems we have forgotten to cherish the true beauty the world has to offer.” The young girl read aloud from a small book with a flimsy leather bind. She closed it, slowly placing it down on her lap and securing it with thin straps of hide, tying it shut. Pressed in the leather, in meager handwriting, read the name Sekou on the right hand corner. She glanced over it and smiled, laying it down beside her. Turning once again toward the sunrise the girl stretched out her arms and breathed in the still cool desert air. She savored the moment, because she knew the sun would not forgive come mid day. That was when the sun shone his brightest, as if trying to garner our attention. “He might have no idea that he’s actually scorching us”, she thought.
With that, she pushed back and hopped up, standing up straight to greet the day. She made it her business to acknowledge the sun daily, since without it she knew humanity would be lost. Though it seemed to still be that way, Sekou had hoped that one-day people would see the error of their ways. “One has to live with nature, not against it, like most seem to be doing now in this city of concrete and steel.”
The bald girl continued her daily ritual by grabbing her Kamas and beginning her dance. Sekou was known for her unique skin markings and her natural talent for fire magic, and acrobatics. These skills got her noticed with the Black Ether back when she was just a street performer. If it hadn’t been for them, she might still be in the streets, unemployed. Though, in a sense, she still was, she felt that the cause was just. Besides, now she had a roof over her head and bed to sleep in. She was very grateful and strove to do her best as a way to repay for the kindness shown to her. She would put her skills of stealth and evasion to good use in the tasks presented to her, which is why she practiced constantly.
After some time of choreographed leaps and spins, she stopped to catch her breath. It had been enough for the sun to now be a good distance up in the sky, as it slowly turned into it’s usual shade of blue. The heat also began to sink in. She noticed when beads of sweat tickled her, making their way down her chest. “I wonder if miss Tailor is up?” she asked herself as she cheerfully made her way back to their small apartment. “Morning!” she shouted out, and then closed the door behind her. The girl walked in and noticed Eliot was indeed up and about, picking up a vase that seemed to have fallen on the floor. “Hey”, she waved as she made her way in, her bare feet almost gliding against the boards. She stopped, placed her hands behind her back, and tilted her head. “Everything ok?”
I'd love to chat. Tea, cake, the whole shebang, BUT ℑHAVE A SHIP TO LAUNCH _________ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ◄ ❂ ► ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ( Sometimes, I feel discriminated against ) ʙuτ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ϻaκе ϻe aɴɢяץ i t_ m e r e l y _ a s t o n i s h e s _ m e . ___________________How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company?It's beyond me.
The sunlight beamed in through the curtains in the captain’s stateroom, slowly changing the room’s temperature to a more temperate condition. Turning around in her chair, she began to straighten out as best she could, fastening her red hair into a tight ponytail. She stood up straight, cleared her throat, and scanned the room for her coat. Her boots knocked on the wooden floor as she made her way toward the door, reaching toward the rack on the wall and placing her dark coat over her back. The delicate gold and black trims shimmered with the sunlight. With ease, she slipped her hands in through the lush cotton corduroy sleeves and headed toward the main deck.
Fiona sighed heavily before opening the door, “Morning is when the wick is lit. A flame ignited, the day delighted with heat and light, we start the fight for something more than before.” An expression she used every morning as motivation to seize the day, especially when it was still young. The female captain was greeted with a gust of wind once through the door. She shielded her eyes from the rays of dawn as she stepped out.
“Good morning gentlemen. I trust the night had treated you all well?” She paused half way down the stairs, raising a brow in disbelief. Seeing their navigator up so early was truly a sight. Of course he wouldn’t be caught dead without a bottle of liquor in his hands.
“Mister Noble, so nice of you to grace us with your presence.” Giving Gabriel a proper smile, she directed her eyes toward his glass and slowly shook her head side to side. A gesture meant to signal to him that she does not approve.
She inspected the ship, slowly walking the deck with her hands rested behind her back. “Glad to see you have not steered us into perdition Mister Peccadillo. The clouds seem heavier than usual”, she stopped beside the steerage, addressing Trevone as she looked out towards the skies before them.
“Mister Ryder, how does the ship fair today? We should be detecting land soon, should we not?” He might be young, but Alrec was a fine, dependable, and courageous lad. She trusted him with her own life, so tending to the ship and crew were things she could easily hand over to Alrec.
“Where is our Engineer, Mister Aether? I had heard him mention plans for a cloud circulator that would come in handy at this very moment.”
Placing both hands over her mouth, she shouted up in the direction of the main mast. “Report Mister Reid!” The winds seemed to have had picked up after having cried out her order. Hopefully, Elliot had heard her clearly.
There were advantages to being imprisoned in the small impish body. Yekutiel could travel between realms, undetected from the angels, thus negating the fear of being caught breaking The Pact. However, gaining access to Sanctuary was not an easy task. There were certain places where the fabric between the worlds was weaker than others. Finding these places proved to be troublesome since they constantly moved, similar to the ever changing tides of the sea. Yet, with the right tools and knowledge, one could pin point these locations and crate a portal to pierce the realms.
In a strange turn of events, many moons ago, The Lord of Pain was summoned by a human mage. Whether or not the summoning was accidental was still unknown to him, because he had found the robed figure dying on the stone tiled floor, in what looked like a cellar with various odd trinkets. In the rubble he found a variety of artifacts, but one in particular caught his eye. It was an ordinary, dull looking spoon. It had fallen in a pile of glittering dust that blew away in the wind the moment wooden beams gave in and revealed a burning house up top. At the time, it seemed his luck was changing. The imp managed to escape the blazing cottage, spoon in hand.
It was his first occasion in Sanctuary, and it took him some time to gather his bearings, but eventually he managed. It wasn’t until he had returned to where he had been summoned that he learned of the power the spoon had. In between the burned scrolls and books he uncovered part of the human’s notes. It wasn’t the spoon that was special, but the dust it had fallen in.
Walk to an area with the spoon, once the feeling surged through him he knew that was where the veil was weakest. Unfortunately, something was missing. The spoon only worked as a sensory device. Now he needed something to unlock it. A stone called the Lacuna Sphere, linked somehow to treasure goblins, was also mentioned in the deceased mage’s findings. Yekutiel recognized that the sphere was the missing piece to the puzzle. He understood that this could give him exceptional leverage in the war, that is, if he managed to get back to the Burning Hells.
Rumors heard from travelers while on the road, led the small demon to Tristram, where undead have begun to spawn. There was speculation of a mage cult at hand, one whose descriptions sounded very familiar to what Yekutiel had read in the old cellar. Meaning there was a possibility they had information of where the sphere could be.
The once feared demon hated the fact that he had been reduced to nothing but a rat in this world, and how he had been treated in the Burning Hells wasn’t any different. The loss of his old body also made him lose the dread he once produced in others. The power was gone.
“Not anymore”, he told himself, “all of it is about to change”.
The ability to travel unnoticed would be a great asset to wield in the war. All he needed to do was find the right ally and his plans of regaining his old body would be set in motion. The diminutive creature managed to stow away in a carriage full of barrels that was making its way toward the town. He had never had to worry about rest before; his new body was still quite foreign to him. Relieved that the driver had hired mercenaries to guard them, he finally managed to lay down and rest the whole ride. There was also a hunger in him he could not seem to satisfy, but for now, he would have to ignore it.
* * *
The putrid smell that struck his nose was enough to stir him from his sleep. Peeking through a small hole between the planks that held the carriage together he spotted bodies of the undead, or rather, what was left of them. Their pieces were mangled and scattered about. They had arrived at Tristram.
The carriage shook back and forth, making it hard for the imp to keep his balance. He could hear them making their way toward the back.
“Unload the cargo. You’ll be paid in the tavern. Meet me when you’re done.”
Yekutiel clutched the spoon toward his chest as he looked around frantically. With little thought, and no other option, he hopped on a barrel, propped the spoon and opened the top. He dropped down with a minute splash, and used the spoon to pull the top back in its place. The barrel swayed as it was carried away. Once the motion had ceased, and nothing but silence could be heard outside, he hit the top to try and remove it, but to no avail. After banging it numerous times, he had tired and lowered his arms in defeat.
Now he had time to smell the inside, it was similar to mold and leather. He smacked his lips together to taste whatever it was he was swimming in.
“There’s more ale in the back. It just arrived.”
A door opening, chatter, and footsteps could be heard. The barrel was on the move once again.
“Tap the barrel John!”
The commotion grew louder, but the moment the barrel was turned the top flew open. Out spilled the beer, and with the current Yekutiel was swept away, on wooden floor. The room was spinning. It wasn’t long before he could gather himself. His yellow eyes popped open, hairs and quills standing on end, once he noticed he was out on the open. Immediately, he skittered his way toward the shelves behind the bar. He hoped no one had spotted him, and if anyone did he could have passed off as some type of huge vermin.
Lounge music with violins and a woman's singing poured over the room from the retro jukebox that stood at the end. Her voice was like the sound of a mink stole, dragging along a wet city street, under amber streetlight at 3:00 am. It was lonely; it was warm, like the first sip of scotch. Mostly, it was timeless. It seemed like she could make anyone forget where they were, and only think of where they wanted to be. This was one Peithos' favorite songs. He let it engulf him while he busied himself cleaning some of the pub's wine glasses.
It had been like any other evening at the pub, uneventful , gloomy and apart from the music and the whispers of a few customers exiting the establishment, rather quiet.
The bartender sighed heavily, shoulders slumped and head cocked to the side, "I wonder when our new waitress will arrive".
Having polished the very last wine glass he lifted it up for a closer inspection. The glass glistened against the dim bar lights. He stared at his reflection until his thoughts drifted toward memories long past.
* * *
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" he asked Nigel as the girl walked by holding a bald guy's hand.
"They're all beautiful", he said, winking at the girl on stage.
"No, that one's special," he retorted. "And I don't just mean the boots."
Nigel drank his beer from the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Peithos, let me give you a bit of advice. From the horse's mouth. They're all hookers. Every one of them. Pay their bar fines, take them to a short-time hotel, screw your brains out, then pay them. But whatever you do, don't get involved. Trust me, it's not worth it."
He watched the girl and her customer disappear through the curtain that covered the exit to the plaza. He asked Nigel how it worked, how you got to go out with one of the girls. He explained how the place's fine system was done.
Nigel waved at the two stages, crammed with girls. "Go on, pick one."
Peithos shook his head. There was no one there he wanted.
* * *
The ringing of the bell that hung at the front entrance woke him from his stupor. He could see the silhouette of one of his regulars between the clear glass, making their way through the door.
"Good evening." Peithos wiped the bar where he expected the individual to sit. "I was expecting you tonight. What will you be having?" he asked while he looked for a serving glass from underneath counter.
"Son, I'm leaving the business in your care while I'm gone. Your brothers will help, but I need you to keep them in check, eh?"
His father chuckled as he patted his back, making a mess of the lanky young male.
"You know how they can disagree at times", the old man held his belly while he laughed cheerfully.
Nicolai just smiled nervously, combing his hair back with his finger, while the hot sun's rays irritated his skin. His father was leaving on one of his business trips. Every few months he would personally go visit each restaurant to check that everything was running smoothly. That was how dedicated the man was.
He knew he was joking about being in charge. In all honesty his older brothers were, however, sometimes Nicolai needed to step in and act as referee. He was rather glad his brothers were more invested in the restaurants than he was. Managing a restaurant wasn't something he wanted to be stuck doing for the rest of his life, much less a whole restaurant chain.
"Don't forget to call when you get there Antonios", his mother reminded his father at the same time the old man struggled to fit through the car door.
Nicolai waved, as he watched the taxi drive away until it was out of his sight.
He lowered his hand leisurely, a grin slowly surfaced on his face. A weight felt like it had lifted from his shoulders. These next few days were for him and for him alone. He would make sure to make the best of the opportunity. With no one around to constantly hound him to do something productive, he could finally go check that game his younger brother had talked to him about.
The adolescent sibling managed to get his hands on a newly released game from Japan, which was said to be revolutionary. The kid was so excited he immediately installed the game, without thinking about school. Their mother made sure to remind him about it though, since the academy was going through certain exams that seemed extremely important for some reason. Nicolai did not pay much attention to the details. All he knew was that his little brother could not play, and instead of having the game just sit there, he figured giving this one to him was the better option.
There was no better time to try it out. Nicolai rushed inside his two story beach home, skipping over a step with his long legs as he made his way up the stairs, toward his room. Closed the door behind him, turned on the computer, fixed the odd helmet to fit his head, and rested down on his bed. He took one last deep breath of the salty air and turned on the headset.
* * *
The sound of the ocean's waves were soon replaced by an odd whooshing noise. Things around him were slowly coming in to view. It was a character selection menu. He left most of the things on their default settings, the only thing he took some time considering was his class and starter weapons. He figured heavy armor accompanied by a sword and shield would help him greatly to protect himself, as well as others. Now the name. His younger brother had been reading Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea for a report he needed to write. Nicolai's first thought was of Captain Nemo, trapped inside his submarine, while the giant squid was attacking. With that he finished his character, and yet again the feeling of being flung down a hole washed over him, only this time is was faster.
The title of the game flashed before him.
Xenia online
An odd tickling sensation could be felt throughout his body as he materialized in the starter zone. He placed his hands forward, turning them over repeatedly to see them clearly. Nicolai opened and closed his fist, the sound of steel scraping between his gauntlets. He was in awe. The scruffy haired young man had never experienced anything like this.
He lifted his arms and turned to get a better look at his armor. It felt heavy. Spotting his sword, he removed the blade from its sheath to admire his starter weapon. The artificial sun glistened on his shield, which seemed to already be attached to his arm by a long bracer.
"Amazing", he whispered to himself.
It was then he became aware of the voices. So many people around him. Maybe he did not perceive them before because his senses were still adjusting to the new setting? He wasn't really sure. What he did know was that he needed to move to a clearing soon before more people showed up.
He scanned the area in hopes of finding an exit but didn't spot anything. The armored clad warrior did notice a small group of people close by. He approached them in hopes that maybe one of them could answer his question.
"Ah, excuse me", he stopped beside a girl that also wielded a sword. Maybe she was a warrior as well? A bit startled once he noticed the wolf alongside her, he side stepped closer to the boy that wore cloth.
"Excuse me, I was curious if any of you knew of a way outside the town? I'd love to be able to get a breather from so many people huddled up together."
Then it dawned on him. He was playing a Japanese game. It was safe to say that most of the players here had to be Japanese as well. If that was the case, how did he manage to get through all of character creation without stumbling along any odd kanji? Observing the names around him, he was surprised to be able to read everything just fine. Maybe the system had an auto language detector and translated everything accordingly?
Nicolai hoped that the translator also applied to communication between player characters.
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. LEVEL 001 ██████████ LOCATION town square INTERACTION yuki, yue, vex ACTION familiarizing himself with the area,
finding a way out of town WORDS 988
Tze'el climbed his way down the mouth of the cavern, trailed by jagged rocks and sludge spilling in from the marsh. He was far from home, at the edges of the kingdom, having just finished his latest job; however, not without a few sentries trailing him. Thankfully, for him, he had a few tricks left up his sleeve.
He was an unspectacular figure physically, of medium build and height, but he was as sinewy and lithe which allowed him to move with a powerful grace. His simple grey cloak topped his brown, light leather armor that protected him from edged weapons, or claws. His face was smeared with black mud and his olive green eyes gleamed in the dim light.
For a time in his youth, he had been one of the members of a brutal gang that maintained their reputation through intimidation and violence. When someone failed to default on a usurious loan or failed to produce protection money, they would pay a visit. When a currier was waylaid or some of their stolen property went missing, they would send them.
This was how he met his oath brother, Kruziikrel. After causing the gang losses by eating their people, they sent a task force to eliminate him. They, of course, had no idea that they were dealing with a dragon. The assault was unsuccessful, and Kruziikrel killed all the men except Tze'el himself. He had managed to protect himself with a spell that would reflect damage back to the dragon, so he got him to talk and later persuaded him to form a new reckoner gang, by taking a blood magic oath.
Tze'el was no magic user. He lacked the ability, grace, and patience to do so. Had he not been carrying that magical scroll that had the spell inscribed the events would have probably transpired differently. He cursed at the thought of not having brought more of those scrolls with him on this expedition. Though his assignment was a success, he managed to garner the attention of some of the guards of the area.
Luckily, for him, Kruziikrel's dwellings were near. He figured he owed his companion a visit. He knew he was close once he saw the pile of bones, some with scattered pieces of flesh in various stages of decay. Beyond the mound of bones were remains of what looked like a large building of some sort. Upon closer inspection, there were various buildings. It could have once been a town. Reasons as to why people would want to live in a cave were beyond him. He shrugged it off and called out for his partner.
"Brother!" He continued walking, scanning the area for further signs of his rousing. "I thought it would be nice if we could meet, seeing as I was in the neighborhood and all."
Kruziikrel pulled himself out of the remaining foundations of the old ruins inside the cavern. The entrance was several times larger than Tze'el, but the dragon still had to crouch to force himself through. Once he was clear, he rose to his feet and lumbered toward the dark haired man. With each heavy step, the ground shook and soil rose.
Kruziikrel stood tall, each of his limbs as thick as Tze'el's whole body. His dark scales glistened under the dim light that entered the cavern from holes above. His mouth, the shape of a smile, could fool others, but Tze'el knew well to stay clear. His great slashing teeth spilled out over his lips, as if even his powerful jaws could not contain them. His enormous head was flat and wide, with a crest of bronze colored scales running from the center of his forehead to the back of his skull, growing longer the farther back they went.
"Greetings Kruz", he bowed playfully.
The dragon kept coming right up to Tze'el, he leaned down to be level with the human, using his front arms to support his weight.
"Tze'el," he rumbled. "How many times have I told you to call me by my given name? Kruziikrel." Straightening up, he crashed his left paw on the cave floor, "Kruziikrel!" he insisted.
He wanted to drive the message home, but he knew well the human would continue calling him by the insolent nickname he gave him. Tze'el smiled nervously and stepped back.
"Fine princess, but I brought you something." He hurriedly looked inside one of his leather pouches, which all seemed to be filled to the brim with treasures, and procured a fine white diamond the size of his fist.
Stepping back once more, he threw the stone up in the air. The dragon's large golden eyes followed the gemstone up, as his tongue lolled hungrily from side to side inside his mouth. With a swift jerk of the head, the beast swallowed the stone, gulping loudly as it made its way down his throat. Kruziikrel breathed deeply through his nose, lifting some dirt from the ground.
"What is it you want human?" he growled, lying down in front of him.
Tze'el placed his fist against his mouth as he cleared his throat. "Well, I was hoping you were flying over the kingdom?"
"I'm not a horse that serves you as transportation", the dragon pulled his head back offended.
"Right," Tze'el said. "But you are my brother, oath-bound to protect and avenge each other. Remember how I came to you years ago and we formed a pact?"
"I recall you coming with some of that gang's dogs in order to kill me. I was picking the last of them from my teeth when you offered to parley."
Tze'el swatted the air and scoffed, "I had already thought of a plan to escape the gang, you just gave me the opening."
"More like you amused me. I was full. Get on with it."
"Alright, alright. I might have angered a few of the Duke's guards."
"And here I thought you were good at hiding your trail."
"You know, I enjoy our little chats, but if we continue here we might have uninvited guests crashing our party soon. You wouldn't want them finding your little home now, would you?"
Annoyed, the dragon mumbled curses in his native tongue.
"Very well," he reluctantly agreed, frustration clearly heard in his raspy voice.
The dragon knew very well once humans found the cave more would surely come, no matter how many time he ate them. That would probably provoke them even further, and he preferred the solitude of the cave.
Moving his tail, he opened a path for the human to climb up his back. After getting a good footing, the assassin climbed up the dragon's scales. Without giving the man much of a chance to gather his bearings, the dragon jumped up and shot through the cavern's hole above.
Avoid run on sentences.
Sentences that cover several different subjects, or sentences that could be broken up into several sentences; avoid sentences that can fill a whole paragraph all by themselves and that are really long, like this one, which is all of the above.
Use a comma before “and” in compound sentences.
e.g. “Use the left mouse button to select and copy text, and the middle mouse button to paste it.”
Try not to use the same word several times in the same sentence.
Rewrite until you eliminate word repetition. Thesaurus is your friend. An exception to this is an application command or technical word, where this repetition is necessary and improves clarity.
Do not start sentences with conjuctions
Like “and,” “so,” “but”, or “because.”
Try to avoid contractions
Rather spell out both words; e.g., “it is” rather than “it's”; “can not” rather than “can't”. Unless it's dialogue.
Use all senses sounds, smell, touch, taste and sight.
"The world was ghost-quiet, except for the crack of sails and the burbling of water against hull." Tobias S. Buckell, Hurricane Fever
The words quiet, crack and burbling, engage the sense of hearing. They evoke the quality of sound instead of flat out saying sound.
The crack of sails=motion.
The burbling of water against hull=touch.
ghost-quiet=implied comparison:barely a sound.
Metaphors are magic
Instead of just telling people, try using metaphors to engage senses and engage readers. Facts just separate the reader from the characters and scene, simply reading and not immersed.
Have purpose! Make sure in each post:
How much of the overall plot you're able to include in each post?Are you able to evoke some sort of emotion with your writing? How many creative twists are you able to offer to the story-line? How involved you are with the story-line, and how many other characters can you include? (Not NPCs, but I've seen a bunch where people just pair off and turn RPs into a series of one-on-ones.) Can you start the RP with one character and let the progress of the RP reflect on their overall way of life? (i.e. character development)Do youtake initiative with your posts or do you move your character around waiting for people to approach them?
Less is more
Keep the dialogue as short as possible. Straight to the point (unless it's conveying character feelings like nervousness for example). Insert actions, pauses or interruptions in between to keep the scene interesting. Dialogue can get monotonous after a while. Keep the interest there, but keep it relevant.
Opening scenes
Like above, less is more, but you can also open a scene by having conversations start in the middle. Keeps readers curious and possibly interested.
Natural dialogue
Pay attention to the degree of naturalism. Do people really talk that way?
Speech patterns
Characters should have their own distinctive speech patterns. You want the reader to be able to tell who is talking without having to constantly state it.
The funnies
Archetypes: Find the flaw then play it out.
Play with opposites: "The smartest guy in the room does a dumb thing", "The dufus outwits the brainiac"
Surprise readers: "The secret to humor is surprise" we laugh at things that seem out of place.
Irritate, frustrate or humiliate: "Everything is funny, as long as it happens to somebody else"
What is//What IF?
The rule of three [zig zig zag]: Expected pattern [zig zig], then flip it [zag]
c, k, ck sounds are considered comical: Coconut, Disco, Pickles
Re-read, re-write
Be aware of rythm. Read it out loud to hear how it sounds.
THE FABRIC OF YOUR FLESH, PURE AS A WEDDING DRESS ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴡʀᴀᴘ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇsᴛ
THE SAINTS CAN'T HELP ME NOW, THE ROPES HAVE BEEN UNBOUND ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ I hunt for you with ℬloodied feet _________________________________ＡＣＲＯＳＳ ＴＨＥ ＨＡＬＬＯＷＥＤ ＧＲＯＵＮＤ
In the beginning of Fimbulvetr, the Great Winter when the sun becomes black, which presages Ragnarok. "There shall come that winter which is called Fimbulvetr: in that time snow shall drive from all quarters; frosts shall be great then, and winds sharp; there shall be no virtue in the sun. Those winters shall proceed three in succession, and no summer between; but first shall come three other winters, such that over all the world there shall be mighty battles. In that time brothers shall slay each other for greed's sake, and none shall spare father or son in manslaughter and in incest.... Then shall happen what seems great tidings: the Wolf shall swallow the sun; and this shall seem to men a great harm."
The gods Sun (Sol) and Moon (Mani) are the offspring of the obscure Mundilfari; his name suggests time. Sol is called "the bride of the sky", across which she journeys daily in a chariot drawn by the horses Arvak and Alsvid. The chariot itself fashioned by the gods from a spark that flew out of Muspellsheim. The Bronze Age Trundholm sun-chariot indicates that the daily journey of Sun's horse-drawn chariot was an important component in Northern Europe's ancient sun-cult. Julius Caesar, in his simplified account of Germanic religion, reports that the Germans worshiped fire (or Vulcan), together with the sun and the moon, an indication that solar religion must have been more significant in earlier periods. Sol will be swallowed at Ragnarok by the wolf Skoll/Fenrir, but her daughter will eventually take her place in the reordered world.
THE FABRIC OF YOUR FLESH, PURE AS A WEDDING DRESS ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴡʀᴀᴘ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇsᴛ
THE SAINTS CAN'T HELP ME NOW, THE ROPES HAVE BEEN UNBOUND ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ I hunt for you with ℬloodied feet _________________________________ＡＣＲＯＳＳ ＴＨＥ ＨＡＬＬＯＷＥＤ ＧＲＯＵＮＤ
In the beginning of Fimbulvetr, the Great Winter when the sun becomes black, which presages Ragnarok. "There shall come that winter which is called Fimbulvetr: in that time snow shall drive from all quarters; frosts shall be great then, and winds sharp; there shall be no virtue in the sun. Those winters shall proceed three in succession, and no summer between; but first shall come three other winters, such that over all the world there shall be mighty battles. In that time brothers shall slay each other for greed's sake, and none shall spare father or son in manslaughter and in incest.... Then shall happen what seems great tidings: the Wolf shall swallow the sun; and this shall seem to men a great harm."
The gods Sun (Sol) and Moon (Mani) are the offspring of the obscure Mundilfari; his name suggests time. Sol is called "the bride of the sky", across which she journeys daily in a chariot drawn by the horses Arvak and Alsvid. The chariot itself fashioned by the gods from a spark that flew out of Muspellsheim. The Bronze Age Trundholm sun-chariot indicates that the daily journey of Sun's horse-drawn chariot was an important component in Northern Europe's ancient sun-cult. Julius Caesar, in his simplified account of Germanic religion, reports that the Germans worshiped fire (or Vulcan), together with the sun and the moon, an indication that solar religion must have been more significant in earlier periods. Sol will be swallowed at Ragnarok by the wolf Skoll/Fenrir, but her daughter will eventually take her place in the reordered world.
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