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.
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
From behind you you hear a beastial roar-
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.
That's a big boar.
It's a big ole boar.
In character Magnus looks back and smiles really big. He likes the idea of fighting a giant metal boar.
It's not just a... it's not a metal boar it's armored. It's not a robo-boar although...
(( A mun-popular [HA!] opinion I have regarding Laurentius is that he’s actually a quite capable combatant, even though I play him relatively reserved in that regard. You have to consider: he fought his way to the Depths, which means that in his version of events he, at least, battled two demons, an armored boar, and a considerable number of Hollows.
I say this is unpopular because in a couple of fight threads I’ve gotten polite but insistent messages that I’ve made him too powerful, to which my response is that he won against the Capra Demon. He’s certainly not a slouch, and so when an Ornstein picks him up by the jaw and he slams a fireball into said Ornstein’s helmet, I just want everyone to remember that. ))
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.
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.
"Gervais! I need thy assistance!" A knight in yellow and black armor and with a rather large lance -that seemed recently used- in their hand sprints towards Gervais. Three hollowed warriors follow shortly after... only to be trampled under an especially heavily armored boar with unusually large tusks, and with red eyes alight with fury. As the knight draws closer to Gervais, they turn quickly and ready their lance, "I will explain afterwards!"
Gervais turned around with an eyebrow raised. He did not recognize the voice calling him, who was this? When he saw what was coming towards him however, he raised his shield quickly and backed away towards the most tactical point he could think of.
“You had better start talking,” Gervais snapped at the other knight, keeping him at a distance. “Why you know my name and why you would bring enemies straight to me!”
His mind raced, he needed a strategy in case both this stranger and the board showed out to be enemies. The boar alone required plenty of space, but to fight someone with a land he would need the exact opposite. Maybe he could trick them into taking each other out if necessary… but how did that man know his name?! He certainly did not look like anyone he had met before in Lordran and who would recognise him in his rusty armour even as a noble?!