armored boar


Greek Bronze Helmet of Apulo-Corinthian Type, Southern Italy, 4th Century BC

Representing the later style of the characteristic Corinthian form, this is an example of personal armor worn by the Italic Greeks around the 4th century BC.  It is skillfully constructed from hammered sheet bronze, the domed form features a broad top flange, with high-arching, M-shaped eyebrows in raised relief.  To the back of the helmet, the nape is flared both to allow the soldier to move freely and to protect him from the blows of the enemy but this helmet features a piercing at each end the of neck-guard to secure it by means of a chinstrap.  Across the crown are rivets and plates for the attachment of either a horsehair crest, or menacing metal animal horns. It is abundantly decorated with incised chevrons around the eyes and nose-guard, there is a border of zigzags to the rim and two large, confronting boars decorate the joined cheek pieces.

However, unlike its Corinthian cousin, the small eye holes and nose-guard are purely decorative, for this helmet was designed to be worn, cap-like, on top of the head rather than covering the face.  Greek art has many depictions of Gods and Heroes wearing their Corinthian tilted up even when battle began, and this practice gave rise to the Apulo helmets.  Innovation and comfort aside, this transformed style further allowed the warriors of the Italic Peninsula to still liken themselves to the warriors and Gods depicted in art; celebrating their favored stories that even today, holds strong appeal to our modern taste in sculpture.

Orc Society Part 2: Communities, Art, and Technology


The largest and most obvious difference between orc communities and human communities is the relative lack of daytime activities. Because orcs can see so well at night, and are nearly blinded by daylight, they tend to be most active after dark. Even at night, orcish communities tend to be dimly lit, except for large, communal bonfires in the center of town.

The second most obvious difference lies in the construction of orcish homes. Traditionally, orcish homes are larger than most human houses, to accommodate their relatively larger families. Also, they tend to build their homes without windows, as orcs do not rely on light to perform any of their household duties.

Family units are important to most orcish communities, and members are often willing to protect their families beyond all else. The second most important social unit is the tribe or clan. Each orcish clan has its own idiosyncratic religious practices and beliefs, steeped in tradition handed down for centuries. The most unforgivable crimes in orc society are those that hurt one’s family or tribe.

Because orcs place such a high value on their families, communities, and traditions, they tend to be quite insular within their groups. This helps contribute to the assumption that orcs are unfriendly. In truth, the willingness to protect one another is simply a result of their dangerous environments: a family or clan that keeps close may survive while stragglers are killed by wild beasts or other orc clans. An outsider might find it quite a daunting task to become a part of an orc community, but once accepted there are no friends more loyal.


Orcs have a proud, beautiful tradition of oral tales. Orcish skalds recite epics, telling of great accomplishments of ancestors, past tragedies, triumphs and defeats. These stories are spoken, chanted, or sung, depending on the clan’s unique culture, and may involve a silent audience or one that participates. Because of these tales, orcs have historical accounts that date back centuries or longer. So, even though an individual orc’s life is short, through these tales the orcish tribes can remember debts and grudges from as far back as elves can.

In addition to their history of rich oral tales, orc society also values visual arts, particularly painting. People from outside of orc society would probably criticize orc art as lacking in colour, but only because races not used to living in the dark don’t see in the same colour spectrum as orcs, and so miss the subtlety of orcish artwork.

Where a human sees monotonous brown, an orc or dwarf might see a wide variety of hues. For this reason, orcs and dwarves tend to have more respect for each other’s art than for the garish colours common in elven or human works. This point of similarity is not usually enough to stop or even slow the warfare between orcs and dwarves.


Orcs are not as technological in their warfare as are hobgoblins or dwarves. What they lack in technology, they make up for in sheer numbers and determination. One could argue that orcs spent less time developing intricate weapons of war simply because they are already so naturally gifted at killing. This lack of sophisticated arms and armor is often an orcish army’s downfall, and has kept them from overrunning all nearby settlements.

Because orcs are nearly constantly at war, their captured slaves must churn out new weapons daily in order to keep the soldiers armed. These weapons are known to be of lesser quality than the masterworks of dwarvish, elvish, or even human society. As a result, orc armies often take time to carefully comb over battlefields, stocking up on recovered arms and armor.

The peak of orcish warfare technology are their armored boar mounts. A company of fully armed and armored boar riders can crush waves of human infantry before them. The few weapons that orcs tend to create for themselves (such as the falchion) tend to be brutal weapons designed for maximum carnage.

Outside of war, orcs are even more technologically stunted. Without easy access to good iron or steel forging, most orc clans produce farming tools of lower quality than others. They’ve made up for this by simply acquiring more slaves, and having these captives work the land in their stead.

I can BOARly believe what I'm seeing!
  • Griffin: From behind you you hear a beastial roar-
  • Travis: Klarg.
  • Griffin: No it's actually... you see push its way out of the dust cloud you just emerged from... you see a gigantic armored boar. With two tusks that seem to have been shaved down to be these serrated blades on the front of its face. This boar is a little bit bigger than your battlewagon. It is ginormous.
  • Clint: That's a big boar.
  • Griffin: It's a big ole boar.
  • Travis: In character Magnus looks back and smiles really big. He likes the idea of fighting a giant metal boar.
  • Griffin: It's not just a... it's not a metal boar it's armored. It's not a robo-boar although...
  • Travis: Awww man...
  • Griffin: Shit that would have been cool.

15sok  asked:

Could you make a fanfic of Meliodas and Elizabeth wedding? No Modern AU please if you don't mind.

For this I just went short, sweet, and fluffy.  Canon verse, no problem.  :)

**requests are now closed. Thanks for all the prompts guys!**

All that time facing down impossible foes, enemies that far outmatched him, all the times he’d been so close to defeat and it was today that he was feeling so nervous his palms were sweating.

“What’s there to be nervous about, Captain?  It’s not like this hasn’t been a long time coming.  You know, it’s not like we all didn’t have to watch you two tiptoeing around this for the past, I don’t know, how long have we been traveling together?”

Meliodas grinned at Ban’s response as he looked in the mirror at his reflection.  He was wearing the traditional formal attire of a knight for such an occasion, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.  His weapon was on his hip now, instead of across his back which felt awkward.  He kept turning this way and that, trying to see if maybe there was an angle where the armor would make him appear taller.

He breathed out. 

“He’s right, Captain,” said King, dressed in formal attire and looking just as uncomfortable as Meliodas.  Ban seemed to be the only one relishing the wardrobe change.  “Why so nervous?”

Why?  Why was he nervous?

He was a bit terrified, to be honest.  He’d come so close to this before, so close to wanting this, and it had all been snatched away too suddenly.

He knew that there was this crazy way Elizabeth had of smiling at him so that his insides melted. 

He knew that he had so many expectations for himself built up in his fantasy land that it might be impossible to live up.  He wanted to give her everything, to do everything, and be everything.  Those kinds of standards weren’t reachable or practical, but they lingered in the back of his mind regardless.  She had been through so much with them, traveling around and being in danger and just being so much more than what everyone expected of her. 

He sighed.  “I’m alright.  It’s not worth mentioning.”

King crept forward and said, tentatively, “Is it because you’re not sure or–”

“Hey.” Meliodas spun around, hands on his hips defiantly.  “It has nothing to do with being sure about anything.  Okay?  I’ve been sure since the day she walked, clanking around in a giant suit of armor, into the Boar Hat.  I’m sure.”

King smiled, clearly he hadn‘t really expected any other answer.  But that spark of determination that filled him at the idea of his resolve being challenged was enough to offset all his other concerns.  For now, he was more than happy to exist in the moment.

Then the trumpets started and he cringed.

“That’s what you get for marrying a princess, boss.  Fanfare and an entire country as your witnesses.”  Ban was really enjoying this.  Not that Meliodas minded a crowd.  It was just that, ideally, he’d whisk her off in some clandestine ceremony with only their friends as witnesses.  And he’d definitely be in his own clothes.  And he would have definitely preferred Elizabeth’s uniform than traditional Liones royal wedding dress.  He’s been to a few back in the day and if those traditions were anything like back then, he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to see her under the taffeta and lace and headdress and skirts in orbit around her legs.

More trumpets.  More fanfare.  More voices rising up to fill the grand, great hall of the church used for all royal weddings in Liones. 

But all his reservations about the specifics of tradition, none of it mattered when she started down the aisle.  When the reality of what he was about to do sunk in and he realized that there was really nothing too hard for him to handle when he was with Elizabeth.  All his worries sort of diffused, like sand through his fingers, slipping away to nothing as she drew closer to him with her father, the King, on her arm and that shy, coy smile that he loved so much.

All that really mattered was that this was a promise that he wanted to make more than anything.  When she was at his side, their arms almost brushing–and maybe he kept leaning so that he could feel the brush of fabric from her arms through his sleeves–he sort of got carried away and rushed to the ‘I do’s before the official had the chance to get there.

And then he definitely jumped the gun on the kiss the bride part.

And he was way too eager to whisk her away from the festivities, with a wicked gleam in his eye, despite her giggles at his blatant intentions.

And when, many years down the road, his daughter–nervous and fidgeting in a white gown and crowned with flowers–would ask if he was nervous on his wedding day he would totally lie. 

The Grimm Guide

A guide to the Grimm inhabiting the world of Remnant, featuring details on the most common creatures, to those rarely seen, and told only in tales at times.

With contributions, inspiration, and help from…

If you have comments, suggestions, questions, or wish to add on, feel free to contact me. I’m open to anything from simple drawings, well thought out creatures, or half-baked ideas, with extra vague concepts in the mix.

I’ll gladly help in any way I can, now without further ado, the guide, with links.


  • 1.Beowolf
  • 2.Ursa
  • 3.Boarbatusk (X)
  • 4.Creep
  • 5.King Taijitu
  • 6.Death Stalker
  • 7.Nevermore
  • 8.Golaith
  • 9.Hatchet Heads
  • 10.Hammer Heads
  • 11.Craloc
  • 12.Shraik
  • 13.Gorget
  • 14.Frogal
  • 15.Reaver
  • 16.Turlok
  • 17.Durgi
  • 18.Shadhavar
  • 19.Apocalypse/Horseman
  • 20.Conquest
  • 21.War
  • 22.Death
  • 23.Famine
  • 24.Hygraith
  • 25.Kragon
  • 26.Anuk
  • 27.Harks
  • 28.Ameise
  • 29.Morja

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Olympian Census #8: Ares

Get the stats on your favorite (and not-so-favorite) gods and goddesses on view at the Getty Center.

Roman name: Mars

Employment: God of War

Place of residence: Mount Olympus

Parents: Zeus and Hera

Marital status: Single but had many lovers

Offspring: Eros (Cupid), Harmonia, Cycnus, twins Phobos and Deimos (Fear and Panic), etc.

Symbol: Armor, wild boar, and vulture

Special talent: Ares enjoyed the violent and bloody nature of war and so was always at odds with his sister Athena, the Goddess of War and Wisdom.

  • Ares’ most famous lover was Aphrodite, who was married to Hephaestus, the God of Blacksmiths. One day, an envious Hephaestus set up an intricate device above Aphrodite’s bed, and when the unsuspecting lovers arrived, they were ensnared naked in a net. Hephaestus then invited all the Olympian gods to come laugh at the lovers.
  • Despite his reputation as unruly and bloodthirsty, Ares was a loving father who jumped into the Trojan War to take revenge when his son Ascalaphus was killed by the Greeks, becoming the first god to break the promise to stay out of the war.

Olympian Census is a 12-part series profiling gods in art at the Getty Center.



And tonight’s second preview of the bestiary I’m kinda sorta working on - enjoy this rough draft of the Leviathans found on the coasts of Midgaheim and Mediterra.  Most if not all of these can be found in the other (currently unnamed) continents of this setting, of course, and there are other leviathan species that don’t frequent those waters (Lotan, Tanin, and Rahab are notable exclusions), but I have to focus on some small slice or I’ll be completely lost in this already far too large of a project.

Like Behemoths, the exact taxonomic location of Leviathans is supposed to be kind of vague.  If I had to pin them down somewhere, I’d say they’re kinda sort of close to ceolacanths, but honestly any bony fish could work.  They’re far from the only sea monsters in the setting, too - they have to compete with Guivres (sea dragons) Krakens, and a few more oddballs I haven’t covered yet.

We can split these guys up into three groups: True Leviathans, the snakey eely fellas at the top; Armored Leviathans, the two ones with thick dorsal plates; and Sear Boars, i.e. the ones most inspired by (woefully inaccurate) Medieval woodcuts of whales.

Some notes on the individual species after the cut!

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