Early 17th Century Combination warhammer and warpick/six shot gun.
Has six barrels concealed on it for six shots. The head contains five barrels, their muzzles concealed by a hinged cover forming the edge of the hammer. The topmost barrel is ignited by a matchlock fitted on one side of the head, its mechanism concealed by a brass plate cut out and engraved in the form of a lion. The second barrel has a wheellock ignition system, the mechanism of which occupies most of the outer surface of the opposite side of the axe-head. There is a tubular extension to the pan of the wheellock intended to hold a length of match which would be ignited by the flash of the priming pan and then withdrawn to ignite the three remaining barrels. A sixth barrel, also hand-ignited, is concealed within the haft.
Part of the Royal Armouries Collection in the United Kingdom
I’m not superstitious, I believe in plenty when there’s reason and evidence to believe. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see. I feel like there’s a fucking axe hanging over my head. I can’t see it, but I believe it.
I’m not superstitious. I believe in plenty when there’s reason and evidence to believe. I don’t believe in anythingI can’t see. I feel like there’s a fucking axe hanging over my head. I can’t see it, but I b e l i e v e it.
Paladin OOC: “If I’m going out, I’m going out big, you can’t unring the bell.”
Paladin (Who is a dragonborn): “As I’m pinning her down I lean over her and whisper “Die” before using my breath weapon at point blank range.“
DM: "I’ll count that as an automatic crit. The room starts to smell like burning flesh, and her face starts to look like Anakin Skywalker’s.”
The rest of us had to role to see if we threw up from the smell.
Paladin: “I’m going to hold her hands down with my knees, throw my shield to the side, and two hand my flaming axe on her face.”
DM: “Okay, roll to attack.”
Paladin: “…Nat 20.”
DM: “Okay, roll double the fire damage since you’re basically attacking a 3rd degree burn victim.”
Paladin: “Okay I rolled 44 damage.”
DM: “Wow okay. You slam your flaming axe down into her head again, and again, and again. The amount of blood and facial tissue spraying around the room is more than you would find on a battle field, even the barbarian looks horrified at the massacre going on in the corner.”
You know, I’m not superstitious. I believe in plenty when there’s reason and evidence to believe. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see. But I feel like there’s a fucking axe hanging over my head. I can’t see it, but I believe it.
“I’m not superstitious. I believe in plenty when there’s reason and evidence to believe. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see. I feel like there’s a fucking axe hanging over my head. You know, I can’t see it, but I believe it.”
I’m not superstitious. I believe in plenty when there’s reason and evidence to believe. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see. I feel like there’s a fucking axe hanging over my head. I can’t see it, but I believe it.
Context: I’m DMming for a group of first-time players. The party is currently on an airship on where an explosion has just taken place which swung the captain, a wizard and the main antagonist, overboard. The party, previously mind controlled, has just regained their free will and is scrambling for a way to fix their broken airship and stop it from slowly spinning towards the ground. At some point, the tiefling barbarian needed to reach someplace high to fix a broken beam.
Barbarian: All right, is there a way I could get a ladder? I’ve seen some ladders on the ship already, right.
DM: Yes, there were some ladders at the back of the ship.
Barbarian: Could I take those? Or where they like, attached?
DM: They’re part of the ship and they’re attached to the walls, yes.
Barbarian: So, I can’t take them?
DM: That depends on what you do.
Barbarian: How do you mean?
DM: Well, they’re not supposed to be detachable, no. But do not forget that you are a barbarian with a greataxe on a ship mostly made of wood. Very little of this ship is permanent for you.
Barbarian: You mean I could break it?
DM: Given enough time you could turn this ship to rubble. If you want that ladder, you can take it. You could take most parts of this ship really. Up to you.
Barbarian: All right, I’ll definitely keep that in mind.
A little while later the party has successfully reached the broken beam (not with a ladder, though) and have concluded they need something to spalk it with. Another strong beam, preferably. They found the sleeping quarters has a few wooden beams in it, for attaching hammocks. These are, however, attached to both the floor and the roof.
Barbarian: Yes! My time has come! I’d like to use my axe to cut these beams free from the rest of the ship.
DM: Very well then, roll to attack.
The barbarian at this point manages to roll an attack of 4 on a stationary beam of wood.
DM: You’re not entirely sure what went wrong, maybe you’re more malnourished then you thought? Either way you swing your axe above your head, planning to bring it down on the lower attachment point of this beam, but you wait just a little bit too long and you manage to, well, topple backwards. You stumble and fall, and your axe drives itself a few centimetres into the floor behind you, creating a large crack.
Barbarian: Oh shoot. Could I try that again?
DM: Nothing is stopping you so yes, you can keep on hacking at this beam for now.
Barbarian: All right, retry.
At this point, the barbarian rolls a nat 1.
DM: So this time you do swing your axe down and it hits the floor with a satisfying crack, breaking part of it and detaching the bottom part of this wooden beam. And a piece of the floor.
Barbarian: …All right?
DM: You do, however, hear some creaking from behind you where your axe, just moments ago, drove itself into the floor when you fell backwards and you realise that you maybe should have stepped away from that spot? However, you realise this too late. Remember how I told you nothing on this ship was permanent to you?
DM: This includes the floor.
Barbarian: Oh shit.
The barbarian managed to fall down one floor and break most of the furniture in the dining room. They later did make up for it though by rolling a nat 20 on attacking the walls. Suffice to say, their airship has seen better days.
Upon two great pedestals founded in the deep waters stood two great kings of stone: still with blurred eyes and crannied brows they frowned upon the North. The left hand of each was raised palm outwards in gesture of warning; in each right hand there was an axe; upon each head there was a crumbling helm and crown. Great power and majesty they still wore, the silent wardens of a long-vanished kingdom. Awe and fear fell upon Frodo, and he cowered down, shutting his eyes and not daring to look up as the boat drew near.
I would like a oneshot in which the reader is pregnant for 5 months of
Roman and one day people invade his house at night trying to kill her
and when Roman deals with them she gets scared and with desire to drink
blood and roman give his blood to her.Angst/fuff
sorry for the big delay! I’ve been busy with college and that stuff, but here it is! Sorry for my super horrible english…
Pairing: Roman Godfrey x Reader
Title: Weird pregnancy’ cravings
It was another night in Hemlock Grove, this
was my first winter living with Roman; after spending the whole afternoon
cuddling on the couch, drinking hot chocolate and watching movies along with
Peter – not to mention the countless times I had them out to satisfy my
cravings – Peter had returned to Destiny’s apartment and Roman and I had
decided to go to sleep. It was two o’clock in the morning and I could feel
Roman’s warm breath crashing against my ear, sleeping peacefully beside me,
I began to envy him because I was in my fifth month of pregnancy and there were
nights when little JR didn’t stop kicking and wouldn’t let me sleep.
I cuddled into the sheets and turned to
face him, he was sleeping on his left side, his lips slightly opened and his
light brown hair falling on his forehead; he was so warm and calm that I stare
at him for a while, trying to appreciate him completely; I loved Roman
sleeping, it makes me wish that he was always this quiet. But with him
everything was an adventure. I stretched
out one of my arms, pulling it from the blankets and rubbing his jawline with
my fingertips, then I put behind his ear the hair that fell on his forehead,
suddenly I felt his strong arm through my big belly to wrap around my waist,
pulling me closer to him and I noticed his smile.
“Are you awake, Cheekbones?” I asked,
raising my head a little to see him better
“I wasn’t, why don’t you sleep, Nipples?” he
replied whispering without opening his eyes
“HEY!” I laughed “Stop calling me like that, Godfrey!”
“You call me ‘Cheekbones’ all the time, Y/N
, and I have to deal with it”
“Yes, but it’s because your cheekbones are
perfect and I LOOOOVE them” I confessed while brushing my fingers against his
cheekbones, I felt his cheeks twitch with a smile
“Like you nipples, my love” he answered
“I know they’re not very symmetric, Roman,
but you don’t have to make fun about it”
“Oh, no no no, don’t say that darling, for
me they’re perfect, and more now, I love your pregnancy’ breasts” I laughed out
loud “You didn’t answer me, Y/N, why didn’t you sleep yet?”
“It looks like your son will be a very good
football player when he’s older” He was giggling slightly and I felt his hand
caress my belly
“JR, you should let mommy sleep, today was
a very tired day for both of us” he joked, we had done absolutely nothing, he
hugged me and I felt his breathing in my neck “we should sleep now” He started
giving me small kisses on my neck and jaw as he fell asleep again
I was playing with his hair for a while,
checked my cellphone, sent messages to Peter and Destiny in hope that they were
awake but none replied; I turned on the bed facing Roman again, I kept watching him for a few minutes until a noise
coming from the first floor got me out of my thoughts, I sat on the bed and
waited to hear something more before I woke up Roman, I thought it had only
been my imagination when I hear a louder noise “Roman…”I whispered to him,
moving his arm “Hey…”
“mmmhn” he stammered without opening his
“I heard something downstairs” I whispered
“Maybe it’s your imagination, babe” he said
turning on the bed
“No Roman, I heard it twice”
“It’s nothing” we both heard a glass
breaking” “Shee-it” he exclaimed getting up quickly from the bed and putting on
a shirt, he took the ax that hung from the back of the bed and walked towards
the door “I’ll go and check out what’s going on”
“No Roman, wait!” I said desperately from
the bed “Let’s call the police”
“No, there’s no time, listen…. No matter
what, lock yourself here and don’t open the door” He kissed me on the lips “If
I don’t come back soon, call Peter” I took his hand, didn’t want to let him
go “Y/N” He looked at me, I felt the tears in my eyes and I released his hand.
He left the room and I lock the door, then I looked for the gun that Roman kept
in the drawers, I took it and I walked away from the door, sitting in the
corner of the room.
I don’t know how much time had passed but I
could hear the punches and the fight outside, I took my cell phone and called
Peter several times until he answered
“what’s up girl?” I heard, Peter’s hoarse voice from the other
side, I had awakened him
“P-Peter… someone came into the house,
R-Roman is…is fighting them, I don’t know what the fuck but….” The room window
broke and a man dressed all in black appeared in front of me, he had a machine
gun in his hands and was stared at me; the phone falls out of my hands and I
slowly stand up pointing him with my gun
“Drop it…” he demanded as he pointed me
with his gun “DROP THE DAMN GUN” I shake my head in deny and take the gun
tighter in my hands, I fired the gun but I missed it, the guy pushes me and
hits me in the hands making me to drop the gun. He started to pull me, I fought
to release myself and I ran to the door, I opened it and tried to leave the
room but the guy took me from my waist throwing me on the bed
“ROMAN” I screamed desperately and the guys
pointed me with his gun
“SHUT UP” He hit me with his gun on the head,
I felt the blood drain through my temple and someone hitting the door
“Y/N!!” I heard Roman on the other side and
then the door began to break, the guy gets distracted and I managed to run and
hide in the bathroom. I tried to find a way out but it was useless because I
was on the second floor and my tummy would make me get stuck by any window I
tried to escape. I heard shots on the bathroom’s door and the guy walked into
“You’re dead” the guy said mockingly while
pointing his gun at me, I covered my tummy and closed my eyes waiting for the
shot, but it never came, instead the guy falls to the floor with the ax on his
head, I felt Roman’s arms wrap me in a hug
“ ARE YOU OKAY?” He asked me desperately,
tucking my disheveled hair behind my ears and looking me in the eyes, I nodded
feeling the tears in my eyes and he hugged me again. I sobbed a little while
sinking my head into his chest and running my arms around his waist. I watched the pool of blood form under the
dead guy’s head and a strange desire grows in my stomach “Y/N?” He asked
strangely, I didn’t stop watching the blood and soon he realized “What happens?”
“I’m hungry” I replied
“Let’s go out to get you something…”
“Not food…”I felt my heart racing
“Shee-it” I heard him whispering and he
took me by the hand, walked me to the bed and made me sit there. I saw him go
to the bathroom and coming back with a razor, he makes a wide cut on his arm
and I look at him in shock, the blood began to flow, he put his arm in front of
me and I looked at him in disbelief “Drink it”
“What’s happening to me?”
“It’s okay, you’re not going to kill me,
drink it, Y/N” I grabbed his arms hesitantly, but finally I drink it and I
could tell it was the best feeling in my life.