ancient graveyard

Mai 2016, Voyage en Allemagne

Mysticisme et féerie au cimetière juif de Worms. Une merveilleuse découverte et assurément mon coup de coeur de ce séjour en Allemagne. C'est dur de trouver les mots pour décrire ce lieu, le plus vieux cimetière juif d'Europe qui a survécu au temps et à la barbarie nazie (ce qui est vraiment extraordinaire). C'est peut être pourquoi on s'y sent comme hors du temps. Coupé du monde extérieur, très peu de tombes modernes et surtout le silence absolue.

Mysticism and fairy at the jew’s cemetery in Worms. A marvellous discovery and definetly my favourite place during this trip in Germany. It is hard to find the right words to discribe this place, the oldest jew’s cemetery in all Europe. Which has survived the ravages of time , specialy the Nazi barbarism (a trully incredible fact). It is probably why we really fell out of time here. Completely cut off from the outside world. Only a few modern grave stone and above all absolute silence.

Sunday Respite - Necromancy: Making Friends

I will be truthful, I have never had a player choose to devote themselves to the dark-arts … in-game, obviously. Well, and out of game. Usually they avoid the venerable school with a distance rivaled only by that given to inconspicuous props upon pedestals in wide, empty dungeon rooms. Perhaps its a dislike of suiting the stereotypical (yet badass) summoner of souls and entrapper of the dead, perhaps its a desire to pursue a more immediately rewarding school such as evocation or illusion. I say bah-humbug to this. If someone wishes to play in my game and hang out in haunted graveyards, chanting ‘til the pale moon sinks beneath the horizon, then I say good on you, pal.

Here are some enticing items to tempt the pure and incorruptible over into the blackest fifth and rotten waste, where mortal pleasures and obsessions are diseases to be cured through the sacrifice and suffering of the pursuit of true knowledge. Unlock that fascination, surrender to the whispers, take our hand and join us beneath the cloaking shadows of the dungeon walls.

Hooded-Cowl of the Antler

A warm and well-made cowl which tussles and dances in the midnight winds. A beautiful inner of amber weave gleams like torchlight under the absorbing darkness of the exterior; empty as sorrow, lonely as a blackened tide washing over barren shores of ancient bones and tattered flotsam. The collar ties loop together over the chest around an iron ring, and the hood obscures face and eye from any passing observer. The wearer, upon command, can pull forth from the speechless depths of the earth a great, prideful stag of ashen bone and gleaming frost. It howls out onto the wilderness and slowly lowers its head toward its master, offering a ride upon its icy spine. The stag can run as fast as any horse, living or dead, and can outrun a jackal pack over open ground. It leaves behind a path of frigid air, with pebbles and stones lathered in peeling cold for hours beyond its passing. Those unfortunate enough to cross this trail risk having their blood lock in their veins as they idly step through its trail.

Hangman’s Gift

This decoration is a rotten, gnarled length of thick rope, tied around the wearer’s neck with a clubbish knot hanging below the chin. The trailing fibers are frayed and sliced to wire-thin strings. This necklace, or sorts, is worn by those who have survived executions and certain death through one means or quite another. The gallows aren’t suited for them, and many executioners recognise such a symbol; one of an untouchable status. This man should be dead. Whilst the Gift is adorned, the wearer doesn’t require food, water, nor even air to survive. They live on through the worst that life can throw at them, and much beyond that.

Motley Neck-Knife

The Motley blade is a tidy-little throat slicer. Its a short, silver blade, barely an inch long, secured upon an ivory grip. Its sheath is that of a simple, black leather with a crude zig-zag stitching around its opening. When the Motley dagger earns its name and separates a man from his life with an abrupt, yet precise, infliction, that same body that dropped not two seconds ago jolts back to its feet at his killer’s side. Most guards have seen a murder in their time, so corpses scares them little. Some have even witnessed petty undead, so a shambling body upon its twisted ankles and bloated joints is nothing to panic over. But none had seen the smiles that the Motley carver grows over its victim’s lifeless mugs. Certainly none had heard the screams of the dead men inside as they watched in horror, helplessly passive as they see their own, empty forms stride forth towards friend and fellow alike with a feral madness burning in their bloodshot, and crow-pecked eyes.

Dead-Shot Arrows

These arrows are made of human bone. Their feathered ends are human hairs, the shaft is a carved femur, and the head is a incisor tooth, carved to a needle’s edge. They feel heavy to hold in mortal hands, like all of the goodness in the world and your head bleeds out onto the floor as you level it upon your pale palm. The munition is said to be made exclusively from the skeletons of priests and paladins from wherever they may be found. No-other would do, clearly. For when you test the wrath of the divine you may as well go full-in. Why not desecrate the holy dead? That query becomes difficult to dispute once the arrow meets a target. The arrow stings like a wasp swarm, digging out the skin, itching the blood like the veins are full of sandpaper. Then the victim’s bones begin to creak like heavy timbers under a sea storm, bending and twisting in horrific pain. Then they splinter and fracture through skin like porcupine quills as the bones begin to pull themselves out of their flesh.

Pipes of the Grave

A lonely city-bard may perchance these wooden pipes of birch and green leather in a lonely shop window on a lonely street they have never once walked. The shop-keep promises through yellowed teeth and dry lips that the instrument is as perfect as a true-lover’s kiss, bringing true emotion to any tale told with heartful passion and intent: a memorable performance if there would ever be one. The bard may yet further be intrigued at the low price, and may further yet buy them with a smile gleaming with the thought of gold and silver coins aplenty. The performances that she plays will sing like mountain cries and wail with forlorn hopes, echoing through every generation’s ears, bringing both youth and elders alike to rapturous applause. The crowd is crying, only not in joy. They scatter like woodlice as the lush grasses of the city park grounds split open into raw dirt and clawing fingers, as the generations lost before join in on the celebrations, tearing their rotten hulks up from the ancient graveyards buried and forgotten below. His performance ceases, and the dead collapse into piles of bone. She discards the instrument, destroys it perhaps, and she returns to her original flute. Unfortunately, once the Pipes have been played, the curse it contracts is not so easily gotten rid of, and the dead will rise wherever she sings.


Pixie x


Buried For 1000 Years: The Graveyard Of Vikings.

As for the remains of settlements, it has been reported that the remains of two villages have so far been excavated, one situated to the north, and another to the south. The former is said to have been dated to 700 – 900 AD, whilst the latter to 1000 – 1150 AD. The northern village is said to consist of several houses, fences, five wells and a road. It has also been estimated that there were six families inhabiting this village, each of which consisting of between 10 and 15 family members. There were also smaller buildings for work purposes, and it has been suggested that spinning and weaving were carried out in such structures. Similar buildings were found in the southern village.  This was the last settlement on Lindholm Høje.

Lindholm Hoje is an ancient graveyard of the Vikings that had been lost for one thousand years, buried beneath thousands of tons of sand. As many as 700 burials, along with the remains of settlements from the Viking Age and the preceding Germanic Iron Age have been found at this important archaeological site in Denmark.

During the Cretaceous period, chalk formations were created along the Limfjord in Denmark. These formations, which are in the form of hills, stretch from Aalborg to the east. One of these hills is Lindholm Høje, which is situated on the northern side of the Limfjord, opposite the modern city of Aalborg. One reason that made this area an attractive place to establish a settlement is that this is where the Limfjord is at its narrowest, which made it an important crossing between the North Jutlandic Island and the Danish mainland. Apart from that, Lindholm Høje occupied a strategic defensive position. Rising to 42 m (137 ft.) above sea level, anyone living on the hill could command an excellent view over the fjord. This meant that if an enemy was approaching the hill, they would be easily detected. Thirdly, the soil on the hill is said to be drier than the surrounding area, which made cultivation easier.

Lindholm Høje was already settled around 400 AD. This is supported by the graves that were found at the site, the oldest of which have been dated to this point of time. These graves can be found on the top of the hill, and as one progresses down Lindholm Høje, the graves in turn become younger. The oldest graves are said to contain inhumation. This burial practice, however, is found to have changed not long after to cremation. Thus, the majority of graves (apart from the oldest ones) found at Lindholm Høje have been found to contain cremated human remains.

As for the remains of settlements, it has been reported that the remains of two villages have so far been excavated, one situated to the north, and another to the south. The former is said to have been dated to 700 – 900 AD, whilst the latter to 1000 – 1150 AD. The northern village is said to consist of several houses, fences, five wells and a road. It has also been estimated that there were six families inhabiting this village, each of which consisting of between 10 and 15 family members. There were also smaller buildings for work purposes, and it has been suggested that spinning and weaving were carried out in such structures. Similar buildings were found in the southern village.  This was the last settlement on Lindholm Høje.

One factor that may have resulted in the abandonment of the site as a place for human habitation is the phenomenon of sand drift. It has been stated that at the beginning of the Viking Age, most of Denmark was covered in forests. Over time, however, the trees were chopped down to make various things, such as houses, ships and roads. As a result of this deforestation, the land in the western part of Jutland became exposed to the rough westerly winds. This continuous exposure led to degradation in the quality of the soil, perhaps due to erosion. Additionally, large amounts of sand were carried by the winds, and covered the land.

When archaeologists began excavating in the 1950s, they found that Lindholm Høje was covered by a layer of sand that was several meters thick. The lack of suitable land for cultivation may have led the inhabitants of Lindholm Høje to migrate to somewhere else. On the other hand, the sand helped to preserve the burial sites, as well as the stone circles that marked the graves.

Graveyard kiss (James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Reader)

Warnings : Graveyards, kisses,alcohol, that’s all.
Word count: 759.

I don’t really know who I should tag so I’ll tag those who I know like Marvel etc.
@dangerousvikings, @dani-si, @sconniebelle, @violetsonthelam, @actuallyivar, @fl0wsb0thways

Originally posted by khalblogo

A/N: My first Bucky imagine ever, wooo. This was written for @dangerousvikings and @dani-si ‘s #halloweenwithdaniandmia, prompt #12 “Making out in a graveyard”. So it’s a HALLOWEEN thing, y’all.
I might write more Bucky imagines in the future, who knows.

Also, wow, two imagines in two days?? That never happened before.

When you received Tony Stark’s invitation to his Halloween party, you were expecting it to take place in a huge classy room decorated for the occasion, as per usual – fake skeletons and cobwebs hanging around, fake blood splashed on the snow-white walls. But it was not the case as when you arrived at the address indicated on the black piece of paper you were greeted by an enormous ancient graveyard.

To say that you were surprised would be an understatement. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Candles and lanterns illuminated the area, tables filled with various drinks and food stood between the gravestones, a few craved pumpkins were thrown there and there. It looked marvellous, unreal – you couldn’t deny that. But the fact that it was a real graveyard, real gravestones, made a shiver run down your spine.

Gulping, your sweaty hand reached for your boyfriend’s, who’s been standing next to you the whole time, taking in the scene. His baby-blue eyes as wide as your (E/C) ones.

“Isn’t it a bit… weird?” You questioned, turning your face to meet Bucky. He looked handsome as ever in his Danny Zuko costume – the leather jacket made your heart beat faster and your stomach fill with butterflies. He looked hot.

“It’s Tony. Everything is weird when it comes to him.” Bucky said, shrugging as he winked at you before pulling you into the party.

Although the location was a bit odd, the party was phenomenal. The guests were dancing, drinking, laughing around you as you swung your body to the beat, the beautiful locks you’ve spent hours on so they would look just like Sandy’s bouncing around your face.

You were already a couple of shots and four beers down, and you could clearly feel it in your system. The alcohol pumping in your veins made your vision was a bit blurry and your mind dizzy, but it was the good kind of dizzy. You were enjoying yourself, enjoying the party, and mostly – enjoying your boyfriend’s company.

Bucky had a tight grip on you, his hands resting on your hips as his body moved in sync with yours. He had had a few beers himself, but he wasn’t drunk – he couldn’t be, after all. His blue eyes were focused on you, making you feel all warm and tingly. You giggled as his lips found your neck, leaving gentle kisses down your throat.

“Come.” He simply said as he grabbed your hand, dragging you away from the crowd. You stumbled a bit as you followed him – your half-drunk state and high heels not helping – confused yet excited to see where he was taking you. Bucky held your hand firmly as you walked between the intoxicated bodies, soon enough stopping in a much calmer place.

“What are –” You started but your sentence was cut short as his soft lips pressed into yours, his tongue immediately poking at your bottom lip. You squealed in surprise but recovered quickly, throwing your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss. Your fingers played with his thick dark hair, tangling themselves in it. You moaned as he bit on your bottom lip, sucking on it gently.

Bucky pulled away after what felt like hours but in reality was probably just a couple of minutes. His forehead rested on yours as his perfect eyes searched for yours. Taking in a long, well needed breath, you eventually opened them. You couldn’t help the smile that took over your features at the sight you were met with – Bucky’s once styled hair was now a mess, his eyes dark with lust and his lips swollen from the passionate kiss.

“Well, that’s one more thing I can check off my checklist.” He chuckled and you frowned, a bit confused.

“What? Making out in a graveyard?” You asked and couldn’t help the hearty laugh that came deep from your chest as he nodded, his cheeks turning a pale shade of red. “You’re a weirdo.” You added as he pulled you closer into him, his lips so close you could feel his breath on yours as he spoke.

“You love it.” He simply said, waggling his eyebrows which threw you into another giggling fit. But you truly did, you loved everything about him. Rolling your eyes, you smiled sweetly at your lover. Bucky groaned, his hand moving up to cup your face. “Come back here, doll.” Heat spread over your cheeks and neck at the pet name as you let him pull you right into him, his lips capturing yours into another kiss.  

A/N: Hahahahah, it was fun to write to be honest, but I don’t know if it’s any good.


Hekate: Queen of the Witches

Origins: In Greece she was a pre-Olympian Goddess who aided Zeus in the battle against the Titans. He shared some of his power to with her in return. Hekate was the daughter of Perses and Asteria, she never married or had a regular consort. The monster Scylla was said to be her child. Originally she was Goddess of the wild places, childbirth and the crossroads. These are all in between spaces that are associated with the spirit world; for the wilderness is not yet tame, birth is the moment of life where death stands in waiting and the three ways cross roads intersect at a point that is between all the directions. She was called upon by the ancients to provide protection and wisdom at these critical points. As the in between spaces are the places where the veils between the worlds traditionally believed to be at their thinnest they are also associated with witches, magic and ghosts. From these links she gained the titles of Queen of witches and Queen of Ghosts and became a crone Goddess. Today she is considered to be a Goddess of crossroads as offerings were made to her on the night of the new moon. Hence she is also Queen of the night as she is linked to the darkest night. It was Hecate who heard the screams of Persephone as she was kidnapped by Hades. Later she became a good friend of Persephone, visiting her in the underworld.

Strengths: She was the powerful and wise gate keeper between the worlds.

Weaknesses: She was demonized in the early Christian era when she depicted as an ugly old woman.

Symbolism: Often shown as a triple Goddess with three faces or faces of a horse, a snake and a dog. The dark of the moon is linked with this Goddess. 

Sacred Animal: Dogs, horse and serpents were sacred to this Goddess, and black female lambs were sacrificed to her.

Sacred Birds: The owl which represents wisdom and far sightedness was associated with Hekate as she had the ability to see into three different directions at once and also had the ability to see and travel in the hidden realms.

Sacred Plants: Many hallucinogenic plants are linked to Hecate including: Belladonna, hemlock, Mandrake and poppies as these can all induce visions. The Yew tree is sacred to this Greek Goddess as it is linked with death and is often found in ancient graveyards. Other plants associated with this Goddess include aconite, dandelion, garlic, lavender and willow.

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