horse shape

Okay guys, for writing/general reference, a bit about what a ‘blacksmith’ is and isn’t:

A blacksmith is a generalist, a person who uses tools and fire to work iron.  Some blacksmiths work more specifically, so you get, say, an architectural blacksmith, who focuses more or less exclusively on things like gates, rails, fences, or an artist blacksmith, who makes wacky sculptures or what have you.  These days, though, that’s a pretty blurry line.  ‘Blacksmith’ is a pretty damn broad term, but it’s nowhere near broad enough to cover everything encompassed in ‘metalworker’, which is how I often see it used.  There are a LOT of different skills for working metal, and no one knows them all.  Some other terms:

A farrier shoes horses.  They may make the shoes, or they may buy them and then size them, but they actually do the shoeing.  Unless the blacksmith is also a farrier, they don’t know shit about horses’ hooves and are not qualified to deal with them and probably don’t want to.

A blacksmith works IRON (or steel), usually almost exclusively.  They might work with bronze or do a bit of brazing, but those are really separate skillsets.  If you work, say, tin and/or pewter, you are in fact a whitesmith.  You could also be a silversmith or a coppersmith, and so on.

Knifemakers and swordsmiths have their own highly specialized and fairly complex specialties, and usually a blacksmith wouldn’t mess with that unless they want to pick up a new skillset or if they’re really the only game going for a long way around.  By the same token, a swordsmith might never have learned the more general blacksmithing skills.  They’re not the same thing is what I’m trying to say here.  Likewise armorers.  There’s overlap but it’s not the same thing.

If you make metal items via molds and casting, you work at a foundry and are a foundryman.

Look, when metalworkers and individual shops and masters were the height of industry, this shit got REALLY specific.  There were people who spent their whole lives making pins.  Just pins.  Foundries specialized and made only bells, only cannon, only cauldrons, etc.  This is scratching the surface, I just wanted to make the point that ‘blacksmith’ is not the same thing as ‘magical muscly person who knows how to do everything related to metal’.


Simple Guide for shrimping: the saddle. A common misconception that people believe the area eggs are carried is called the saddle. Often times say the saddle is rounded meaning it’s a female but that is just the belly region. The saddle refers to a clear mark near the head that resembles a horse saddle in the shape of a U. It’s an indication that your shrimp is ready to carry eggs very soon. The same for all shrimp, neocaridina(easier to see) and caridina(harder to see)

guchiline  asked:

"I'm a metamorphagus, you're an animagus. Our friends are never safe from puns and pranks. We're a literal power couple" Hogwarts AU? (from auprompts on twitter!) + Wonwoo pretty pleaaase :3

Thank you for the request!! I hope you like this :3 I’m still not too familiar with writing AU’s but :(

Your classes were over for the day; you had only had a class in Potions and Transfigurations. And now you were sat outside in the school mid yard with your boyfriend Wonwoo, planning on ending the semester with a bang. This was your final year in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and because you were known as the prankster couple, you had to deliver in the school graduation ceremony in a few weeks time.

You two had met a few years back in a rather awkward encounter. You both had joined Hogwarts at a very young age but had been sorted into different houses and never really met, as you both had your own friend groups but that didn’t stop you two from ending up like you were now.

One day a few of your friends had started talking about the Ravenclaw house and how much fun they apparently had there with a group of guys pulling pranks on other houses and even professors, if they dared. There were rumours that your house would be next, as they had gone through every house before but most of you paid no mind to stressing about a possible prank war you had coming your way.

The following evening however, they hit your house using a few dungbombs, magical stinkbombs that gave off a putrid odour, filling up the whole house and forcing everyone to leave the common room and dorms only in their pyjamas. It caused a lot of uproar from the professors because they were out and about during unacceptable times but nevertheless, it made the group of guys laugh breathlessly as they followed you running out with your friends in your pyjamas.

You swore with your friends that you’d get revenge on them, but along the way your friends gave up - finding something more “important” to do, such as dating some of the guys from the group of pranksters. You however didn’t, you weren’t going to let Jeon Wonwoo (and his friends) get off easy.

Jeon Wonwoo was known in school as Wonnie, the sly quiet guy who pulled pranks but yet studied hard. He was always either found at the Ravenclaw, the library or the mid yard with his friends. He was mostly quiet, people said he came off as intimidating most times, as he rarely looked approachable. But he did smile brightly sometimes, when his pranks succeeded, and it lit up the whole room - even if it was after a mean prank he pulled.

You thought you were being sneaky and get him to taste his own medicine. You tried embarrassing him in front of his friends but unfortunately for you, he had been expecting you to do so. Your plan failed miserably when he caught you red handed, trying to cast a spell on his belongings to fly away from him when he would need them.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked you, trying to hold in his laughter. You on the other hand were flushed red like a tomato, wanting to sink underground at the moment. He raised an eyebrow at you and offered you a hand to get off the ground (after you tried hiding under his table when you heard him come in) and you slowly raised your hand to take a hold of his. You didn’t want to trust him but you were already too embarrassed to prolong your encounter with him.

“You should’ve done this yesterday. I would’ve completely fallen for it then,” he told you and helped you up, letting go of your hand as soon as possible. He was still smiling, shaking his head at you. You felt your cheeks burning and stormed out of the common room immediately, not wanting to answer him.

But who would’ve known that from that day onwards, he wouldn’t leave you alone. Everytime he saw you, whether you were alone or not, he’d come and talk to you. He asked you what you were doing or try to start up a conversation on random things about muggles or whatnot. He really tried.

And eventually, you fell for him. Not in that sense, but rather in a sense of finally talking to him. And one day, you found yourself chatting about your rather rare magical abilities with him after lunch.

“So, you’re sure of it? You can transform into anything you want?” he asked you when you were sat in one of the staircases of the school. His eyes were as wide as plates and his mouth was gaping open. He couldn’t fathom how he hadn’t learned about metamorphagus yet - he had read all the books he could from the library.

You nodded, your lips curving into a smile smile when you noticed how his eyes were gleaming from excitement. “You could learn some powers like this too,” you told him after you figured he was at a loss for words but now he was even more dumbfounded - how?

Wonwoo didn’t voice it out but he urged you to tell him more by nodding vigorously, eyes locked on yours. “It takes great skill and patience for wizards to become Animagi. I’ve been told it’s a long process that has the potential to backfire if done wrong. So, not many people feel like the time is worth using on learning such a skill.”

“What do you need to do? I’ve learned a thing or two about patience…” his voice faded towards the end, unsure of how difficult it could actually be. You quickly dug your backpack for a heavy book you had gotten from one of your professors to read, flipping through a few hundred pages and landing on one with a picture of a wizard whose shadow formed a horse shape.

“Part of the process is holding the leaf of a mandrake in your mouth for an entire month and then using the leaf for a potion, and reciting an incantation daily,” you read to him after opening the book you had borrowed from the library earlier. You had learned everything about your powers from this book as well, thinking it would be beneficial for Wonwoo if he decided to take on the challenge.

“And how does it wo-“ Wonwoo was about to ask but you were quick enough to continue reading the book before. “Animagi also transform at will, but only into one animal form which is determined by their inner traits. So, it’s random which animal you become.”

“Aah, I see,” Wonwoo said, his eyebrows furrowed. He turned to face away from you, contemplating whether he would actually be ready to take on such a power. But he had always dreamt of having special powers that only a few had - otherwise he would just be an average wizard who just had brilliant papers when graduating.

“Would you help me?” he asked after a moment of silence. You would lie if you said you weren’t at all surprised by his question - how was he all of a sudden so nice to you? You had just tried pranking him.

But you came to an agreement, and from there you found yourself working together with him in achieving his Animagus form. You defended him when some pupils made fun of him for having the leaf in his mouth during the first month and went through the potion making process with him, almost being his caretaker during the time of the transformation.

You learnt a lot about Wonwoo in the process - he had always been keen to learn new things and apparently had also been the first person to make professor Snape smile, ever - Snape disappeared after that, for ‘unknown’ reasons but that was not the point. You got to experience Wonwoo’s soft side, the side you didn’t know much about before and you loved it. You might’ve loved him too at that point but were too shy to admit it.

“This is so difficult. Why couldn’t I just be a metamorphmagus?” Wonwoo complained when you two met up to check on his condition - he was close to the finish line of his journey to becoming an animagus.

“Well, it isn’t a skill that can be learned. I inherited it from my father,” you explained with a laugh. At this point Wonwoo looked defeated, he had worked hard towards his goal of becoming an animagus but he started becoming hopeless when he didn’t notice any changes.

“Maybe you just need to sleep on it?” You suggested Wonwoo, who continued complaining how he felt like he was going nowhere. It had been months ever since you started helping him to become an animagus and a lot had happened. You for example confessed to him and he did the same - he admitted that he found you beautiful and charming. And although nothing else happened after that - it was fine. You got confirmation for your feelings, which was of most importance to you.

“If nothing happens tomorrow, I’m calling this project quits,” Wonwoo sighed and had waved you goodbye. But to his amazement, the following night he had met up with you with something urgent. That urgent being his transformation to his animagus form - a wolf.

You were so happy to see that all his hard work had paid off (and the book hadn’t lied) that when he had transformed back to being himself, you kissed him for the first time. Wonwoo, out of breath and tired, was definitely surprised by your sudden kiss but he gladly wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back.

And that is how you got here. Two years later.

You had already started preparing for the graduation ceremony prank for weeks, contemplating on what you should do and how before leaving the school. You both wanted to leave your mark to the school and ever since you had started dating, everyone had known you as the power couple of the school, so the expectations for you two to pull a final prank before the end of the semester were high.

“But how would we get into the hall? Last year Argus Flinch was guarding the door intently, making sure no one went in or out during the ceremony,” you asked with a sigh. You had made up a plan where you would transform into a rat and scare everyone in the room, causing up a hassle and Wonwoo would run after you in his wolf form, eating you up. Sure, it was more of just causing hassle but you knew a few professors were more than scared of rats, and a few had a bad history with wolves so their reactions would be priceless.

“I found a few people who are ready to help us, they’re not graduating this year so they can distract Flinch,” Wonwoo explained with a glint in his eyes. “You’re not dragging the first years into this are you?” You asked in a serious voice, folding your arms across your chest. You would not accept him corrupting the minds of good students and make their house lose points.

“No, no. It’s a few from the same year as us, but they’re prolonging their studies so,” Wonwoo explained with a nervous laugh when he noticed your judgeful look, which changed quickly into a crooked smile.

“Sounds good then.”

When you heard a knock on the toilet door, you jumped up and opened the door slowly, checking it was Wonwoo who was waiting for you.

And there stood the guy you had planned this all with, dressed in his suit with his house tie on and his graduation cape on top, the Ravenclaw house patch stitched on it as well. “Hey there,” he whispered, waving you to get out of the toilet cubicle.

You were dressed in your graduation outfit as well, although it wasn’t really necessary, for either of you. Your eyes traveled his body - he looked extremely handsome. You still consider yourself very lucky to be dating him after all this time and couldn’t believe how well you got along. It was like you had known him for years but still, every time you saw him, you had butterflies.

You nodded. “Catch me if you can,” you said with a quiet giggle. You shared a knowing look and you closed the cubicle door again and changed into your planned rat form. You soon after ran out from underneath the cubicle door and Wonwoo gave you some time before he would come and chase you in the ceremony hall.

You scurried your way through the empty hallways and through the door to the ceremony hall that one of the guys had agreed on helping you was holding open. It didn’t take more than five seconds before the speech of the Quidditch team captains was interrupted by screams echoing in the ceremony hall.

“A rat!! There’s a rat!”

“How did Mr.Flinch’s cat miss that?!”

“Is that Peter Pettigrew!?”

After creating absolute hassle, you heard a familiar growl. Time for the climax, you thought.

Wonwoo came in barging through the door in his wolf form. He had grown a lot bigger since the first time he learnt the power - his fur was grey and thick and he was gritting loud growls through his teeth.

You two played mouse and cat for a while, a few teachers trying to stop you and some even figuring out who you two were; yelling your names and threats about your house losing points. However, when you saw the headmaster get up from his seat, you both took that as a sign to stop the messing around and Wonwoo caught you.

He proudly walked out with you between his teeth, holding you as gently as possible - just like you had tried before. He let you go out of his mouth when the door behind you closed and you ran behind the corner to change back into you. Your partners in crime had brought your clothes back from the cubicles and you changed back into them quickly.

You laughed when Wonwoo joined you and changed, getting his tie messed up. He was breathing heavily but laughed too when you reached your hands to his tie immediately and fixed it. He had his eyes on you the whole time, he couldn’t believe you had succeeded once again.

“Want to head back? They seem to have calmed down,” you asked but before you could drag him back through the huge doors, he flipped you around and kissed you.

“I love you,” he whispered after the kiss. Pushing a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

“I love you too,” you replied and almost teared up but kept it together, barely. Wonwoo noticed that you were holding back tears, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he rubbed your back and guided you towards the ceremony hall. “Let’s go graduate.”

When you entered, all your fellow students stood up and applauded you when you two walked holding hands, laughing and thanking everyone. You had an angry Argus Flinch running behind you but he gave up when no one seemed to pay attention to him.

You knew he wasn’t the only one with complaints as many teachers looked very upset too, but some looked entertained as well, applauding you two.

You did it. You did it together and although this marked the end for your school years, you knew your adventures with Wonwoo wouldn’t end here.

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Hidden Horse Style

Hidden Horse Style is a combat style built around the idea that a horse your opponent does not expect is a horse that they cannot defend against. It emphasizes flexibility, surprise, and mounted combat techniques. This style originated with the spies of the southern tribes, frustrated at how easily their distinctive horses would give their identities away, but flourishes among the pirates of the west, whose sudden, unexpected being on a horse-ness is substantially more surprising.

Hidden Horse Weapons: Hidden Horse style uses whips (and direlashes), chains (and dire chains), one-handed spears (and longfangs), and an unarmed style learned from studying horse boxers in the wild known as “the horse fist.” One deviant tradition replaces the latter with the “tiger trampling” style—a fierce rearing/slashing unarmed art learned from observations of horses that had, themselves, practiced the tiger style.

Armor: Hidden Horse style is compatible with light armor and with shields.

Complementary Abilities: Hidden Horse stylists use Ride to avoid enemy attacks and tame and control their hidden horses. Survival is useful for Hidden Horse Stylists who wish to branch out into the more general field of martial hidden mount techniques and need to tame exceptional wild animals to ride, while Bureaucracy is helpful for those who are less ambitious and just want to go to the market and buy horses. Resistance is important for acquiring a tough, horse-like attitude towards life, and most Hidden Horse stylists have at least one dot of Linguistics so that they can actually read the secret manuals of their sect.

Sometimes Horses Approach
Cost: 6m; Mins: Martial Arts 3, Essence 1
Type: Simple
Keywords: Terrestrial, Mastery, Mute
Duration: Instant
Prerequisite Charms: None

Through intense contemplation of the Seven Thousand Horses Sutra, the martial artist understands that all things are in horses, and horses, in all things. Sometimes Horses Approach reveals that a horse last seen in the possession of the martial artist was in fact hidden on her person or nearby. The horse is fed, watered, fresh, in good health if they were before, and (although sufficiently complicated circumstances may necessitate a Ride roll) the martial artist may choose to reflexively mount it as it arrives.

Terrestrial: Dragon-Blooded are limited to horses appropriate to their element’s color: Fire Aspects may only reveal red horses, Earth Aspects white horses, Water Aspects black horses, Air Aspects blue horses, and Wood Aspects green horses. Note that blue dun, blue roan, depressed, frozen, and blue-blooded horses qualify as blue, while any horse that has just begun its training qualifies as green. Extremely jealous, very sick, and wood-elemental-blooded horses also qualify as green. Ambiguous cases are resolved with a difficulty 3 (Perception + Ride) roll; failure indicates a horse of another color.

Mastery: The martial artist is not limited to horses last seen in her possession, but may produce any horse that she could plausibly have obtained since it last showed up in play or, if it’s never shown up in play, that she could plausibly have picked up in any region where she recently spent off-camera time.

Galloping Horse Fist
Cost: 5m; Mins: Martial Arts 2, Essence 1
Type: Reflexive
Keywords: Dual, Mastery
Duration: One scene
Prerequisite Charms: None

The martial artist’s fists charge forth like galloping horses. Galloping Horse Fist grants the martial artist’s unarmed attacks Reaching and allows her unarmed decisive attacks to deal Lethal damage should she so choose.

Mastery: The martial artist’s Hidden Horse attacks may attack at Short Range while this Charm is in effect.

High Horse Meditation
Cost: 3m, 1wp; Mins: Martial Arts 3, Essence 1
Type: Simple
Keywords: Mastery
Duration: Indefinite
Prerequisite Charms: Galloping Horse Fist

The essence of being mounted is being hard to reach from the ground. Understand this essence and no one may approach you. Except a horse. High Horse Meditation grants +1 Evasion while mounted; further, while using this Charm, the martial artist treats any normal mount she is riding as an enormous mount for the purposes of defense. Enemies using short-range attacks without the Reaching tag must use a (Dexterity + Athletics) action at difficulty 3 to climb onto the martial artist’s mount before they can attack the martial artist. The martial artist in turn must use a Reaching or ranged attack should she wish to attack.

Mastery: While this Charm is in effect, the martial artist has the option to get so high on her high horse as to be effectively at Medium Range from those embattled with her mount on the ground. While this is principally a matter of posture and attitude, it requires a move or disengage action normally.

Hidden Horse Form
Cost: 8m; Mins: Martial Arts 4, Essence 2
Type: Simple
Keywords: Form
Duration: One scene
Prerequisite Charms: Sometimes Horses Approach, High Horse Meditation

The martial artist swirls her sleeves, steps, and Essence in deliberate and hypnotic movements that increasingly obscure the matter of whether she is riding a horse at all. The Hidden Horse stylist is on foot—or is she? The shapes of horses seem to surge behind the swirls of cloth. The Hidden Horse stylist is mounted—or is she? Her foot touches down upon the earth and her hip rotates and where exactly would that “horse” she’s riding be? The “truth” behind the style is that the pedestrian master has learned to make her weapon and clothes shadows into horses, while the mounted master typically “rides” by holding the horse one-handed, where she can carry or be carried as she wishes and can use the torque of her hips and her own brief footsteps to rapidly move her horse into locations that deceive the enemy eyes, rising up into a proper mounted position only when desirable.

While in Hidden Horse Form, the martial artist’s mounted state is ambiguous. It requires a difficulty 4 (Perception + Awareness) roll to determine if she is mounted—other characters can examine the martial artist’s horse, but cannot determine for certain if the horse is actually there without succeeding at the roll until the martial artist has spent at least a tick not riding it. The martial artist gains +1 Defense, inflicts a -1 Defense penalty against her attacks, and may always choose to receive the attacking/defending benefits of being mounted against anyone who has not successfully perceived since the last time the martial artist dismounted that she has done so. While in Hidden Horse Form, Sometimes Horses Approach becomes Reflexive.

Special Activation Rules: Whenever a decisive attack misses her mount, a mounted Hidden Horse stylist may reflexively activate Hidden Horse Form. Wait, was she mounted at all? Whenever all enemies on the scene lose sight of both the martial artist and a suitable mount, including suitable mounts ridden by others, an unmounted Hidden Horse stylist may reflexively activate Hidden Horse Form. Where there’s one mount, there could be two!

Hidden Horse Hands
Cost: 4m; Mins: Martial Arts 4, Essence 2
Type: Supplemental
Keywords: Withering-only, Terrestrial, Mastery
Duration: Instant
Prerequisite Charms: Hidden Horse Form

The martial artist fades backwards, shooting horses out of her sleeves in a withering attack on her unsuspecting enemy. This attack adds the martial artist’s Ride to its raw damage, adds +2 to its Overwhelming, and may hit enemies at Close or Short Range. A successful hit knocks opponents small enough for a horse to knock down prone, including essentially all human-sized opponents, and knocks enemies smaller than human size a range band away from the martial artist as well. An opponent Crashed by Hidden Horse Hands loses one Appearance for the remainder of the scene as a large hoofprint appears in the middle of their forehead.

Terrestrial: The attack must inflict at least 4 initiative damage to knock the opponent prone. The Dragon-Blooded may not reduce the Appearance of enemies whose initial Appearance was lower than her own.

Mastery: The attack receives Essence bonus dice to hit and the Overwhelming bonus increases to +3. If the martial artist spends an additional 1wp when making this attack, she may hurl a larger mount or hurl a hidden horse with greater force: a successful hit knocks prone any targeted creature without truly extraordinary size or sturdiness and steals a point of initiative from one with such a trait.

Hidden Horse Stance
Cost: 3m; Mins: Martial Arts 4, Essence 2
Type: Reflexive
Keywords: Psyche, Terrestrial, Mastery
Duration: One turn
Prerequisite Charms: Hidden Horse Form

A firm horse stance is the basis of all martial arts. The martial artist adds +2 to her mount’s Defense; if it is struck, she may use her Resistance Charms to defend it. If the attack misses or if all of its effects and damage are negated, the mount disappears for the rest of the turn—psyche! There’s no mount! The martial artist was just displaying a truly admirable horse stance instead! Characters with Resolve lower than the martial artist’s Ride are unable to discern any tangible evidence to the contrary until the effect ends.

Terrestrial: A Dragon-Blooded who uses hidden horse stance cannot recover a mount that disappeared by ending this Charm or by waiting out its duration: she must either move to a nearby location where it could have been concealed or invoke Sometimes Horses Approach to recover it.

Mastery: When using this Charm to defend her mount, the martial artist also steals one point of initiative from an enemy that fails to do damage.

Hopping Horse Stratagem
Cost: 3m, 2i; Mins: Martial Arts 5, Essence 3
Type: Reflexive
Keywords: Mastery
Duration: Instant
Prerequisite Charms: Hidden Horse Stance

The hoof-scattering sutra and the tendon-lightening mudra unleash acrobatic talents the martial artist’s mount didn’t even know it had. When the martial artist’s mount or the mounted martial artist is hit by an attack, the mount may borrow the energy of that attack to spring backwards, forwards, up, or down (if applicable) a single range band, incidentally reducing the final damage taken by one level.

Mastery: A mounted Solar martial artist may also invoke this Charm after successfully parrying an attack with a Hidden Horse style parry.

Mysterious Horse Art
Cost: 3m; Mins: Martial Arts 5, Essence 2
Type: Supplemental
Keywords: Decisive-only
Duration: Instant
Prerequisite Charms: Hidden Horse Form

The martial artist gives a sharp shout or distracting motion that smashes open the stable doors of the mounted target’s mind and exposes them to the all-awakening horselessness insight. This Charm supplements an unhorse gambit, doubling 10s on the “damage” roll, allowing the martial artist to unhorse her target at Short or Medium range, and forcing the horse to immediately and reflexively enter Stealth with the martial artist’s Essence in extra successes upon the target’s successful unhorsing.

Mastery: This Charm also lowers the difficulty to unhorse the target by one.

Eternal Equinox Transcension
Cost: —; Mins: Martial Arts 5, Essence 3
Type: Reflexive
Keywords: None
Duration: Instant
Prerequisite Charms: Mysterious Horse Art

It’s not wise to play with horses in front of a true master of the art. Upon a successful unhorse gambit or a decisive attack that kills an enemy’s mount, the martial artist may use a free hand to reflexively steal and ready their mount. If she unhorsed the target at Medium or greater range, or killed the target’s mount at Short or greater range, she must be able to stunt an explanation for how it reaches her; depending on the stunt, it may not arrive until the beginning of her next action. As long as she wields the enemy’s mount, a mount of typical size is treated as a dire chain. It requires a feat of strength (albeit with Essence bonus successes) to pick up an enormous mount; if the martial artist does so, it is still treated as a dire chain, but is heavy and not medium. If the mount holds severe enmity towards the martial artist or possesses great loyalty to its former rider the martial artist may only keep it in hand for a number of combat turns or out of combat scenes equal to her successes on a (Strength + Martial Arts) roll.

Evocations for “a stolen enemy mount” cost only 4xp, or 2xp if identical to the evocations the martial artist has mastered for another artifact weapon.

Mastery: Upon readying a stolen mount, the martial artist may roll (Charisma + Performance) with her Ride in bonus dice to showily twirl her new weapon around herself, inspiring her allies with hope, her enemies with sorrow or despair, or some other appropriate inspirational effect. The martial artist is not hindered by directing this at multiple targets. If any enemy is successfully inspired to break and run, the martial artist immediately gains one point of temporary Willpower.

Friendship is Magic
Cost: 4m, 1wp; Mins: Martial Arts 5, Essence 3
Type: Reflexive
Keywords: Terrestrial, Mastery
Duration: Instant
Prerequisite Charms: Hidden Horse Hands, Hopping Horse Stratagem, Eternal Equinox Transcension

The real treasure of this martial art is the horses you’ve met along the way. Once per scene, the martial artist may invoke this Charm when she or her mount is struck by an attack to declare that a passing horse leapt into its path, saving her. This cannot protect against attacks dealing more than 30 levels of damage, which casually knock the horse aside if withering or go straight through it if decisive, in either case without even slowing down. Otherwise, the attack is defeated without a contest. This Charm is reset by rescuing a horse or horse-like creature from a danger that the martial artist didn’t bring upon it herself.

When defending against an opponent of lower Initiative than the martial artist’s, this Charm does not cost Willpower.

Terrestrial: The passing horse retroactively reduces successes on the attack by the martial artist’s Essence, but does not automatically negate the attack.

Mastery: A passing horse that leaps between a Lawgiver and danger will not die. (At least, not as an immediate result of doing so.)

Hidden Horse Heart
Cost: 6m, 1wp; Mins: Martial Arts 5, Essence 4
Type: Supplemental
Keywords: Mastery
Duration: Indefinite
Prerequisite Charms: Friendship is Magic

The true horse is the horse within. Once per combat, this Charm supplements an unhorse gambit, lowering its difficulty by 1 and waiving its initiative cost. Like Mysterious Horse Art, it doubles 10s, extends the valid range of the unhorsing attempt—this time to Long Range—and forces the target’s mount to immediately and reflexively enter Stealth with the martial artist’s Essence in extra successes upon the target’s successful unhorsing. However, more importantly, upon successfully unhorsing the target, the martial artist reveals retroactively that “her” last few actions in combat had actually been taken entirely by her mount—the martial artist herself has for some unknown length of time been impersonating the enemy’s mount. She immediately appears in Close Range of the now unhorsed target and may follow up her unhorsing gambit with an immediate decisive Hidden Horse surprise attack.

This Charm may be reset by inflicting at least three levels of damage on a mounted enemy.

Mastery: In order to deceive the target with this Charm, the martial artist must first make their two hearts as one. If the Solar is willing to create a minor positive Tie to the enemy she successfully unhorses with this Charm, she may also make a reflexive (Charisma + Presence) roll with bonus successes equal to their opponent’s Ride to instill a similar Tie in her erstwhile foe.

hat tip: the Charm name “Sometimes Horses Approach” was suggested by Robert Vance

Friendship is Magic: The Martial Art ?

anonymous asked:

There goes the Don again, trying to "hunt" the R-Corporate Solar Windmill up in high orbit again. See? You can see his horse shaped barge through the telescope, and that big plasma lance he has too-which he stole from some beat up old asteroid cutter. The man's delusional, but he loves shooting down those orbital solar windmills. Wonder if he knows the revolutionaries see him as a hero for constantly shooting down R-Corporate property and outrunning their defense drones. Nobody can catch him man

Just a man, his plasma lance, and the biotech rats whispering inside the hull

Elie Nadelman (Eliasz Nadelman) 1882-1946 (Polish-Jewish), Horse, 1914

(certitude he is polish-jewish as the horse “organ” is pickel shaped and with a little skin missing at its end / historical investigation I made myself)

Chapter Four: Cripples, Bastards, and Broken Things

Originally posted by akanesource


A few weeks later and I was fully recovered from the attack. I wish I could say the same for Bran. I would spend hours in his room reading to him and having him read to me, but I knew that not being able to walk was killing him inside. He missed going outside and riding his horse and practicing his archery.

Robb and I spent a lot of time trying to convince him that things could go back to almost being normal, but we all obviously knew that what we were saying wasn’t true.

But aside from Bran’s struggles, my Uncle Tyrion was on his way back to Kings Landing from his stay at the Wall. He had always been the only one, other than my father, that had actually cared for me throughout my childhood. But now that I had heard about what my mother had done, I didn’t know who to trust anymore.

These past few weeks since I had found out, I had been a mess. My mother had always been cruel, but how could she have done that to an innocent child? And on top of that, who could I trust? How could I even look at my uncle? What if he had something to do with what had happened to Bran?

And now that Uncle Tyrion and Yoren, a man of the Watch, were stopping in Winterfell on his way back home and the fact that Lady Stark was not here, Robb and I had to meet with him. So here we sat, in the main hall in the castle, sitting in the two thrones on top of the alter. 

And as my uncle and my betrothed spoke, I couldn’t even look up. I sat with my eyes cast down, not wanting to look at someone that could be linked to how Bran fell out of the tower.

I fixed my gaze at the stone wall behind the two men standing in front of Robb and I, listening carefully to their conversation.

“I received a slightly warmer welcome during my last visit,” my uncle was saying.

“Any man of the Night’s Watch is welcome in Winterfell,” Robb replied gruffly.

“Any man of the Night’s Watch, but not I, boy?” 

“I’m not your boy, Lannister. I am Lord of Winterfell while my father is away.”

“You may want to learn a Lord’s courtesy. Well, aside from that,” Tyrion said. “I would like to speak to my niece… or maybe she could at least look me in the eyes.”

I hesitated for a moment before I looked him in the eyes with a glare so fierce that if looks could kill, he would have been dead ten times over.

“Okay… not what I had in mind,” he chuckled nervously. “How are you, my sweet niece? Is this young man treating you well?”

“Don’t speak to her,” Robb interrupted roughly, gripping my hand tighter. “Not unless she addresses you first.”

“I see,” my uncle responded, at the same time that Hodor arrived, carrying a crippled Bran. Tyrion’s face dropped slightly seeing Bran’s lifeless legs dangling as Hodor carried him.

“So it’s true,” Tyrion said softly as Hodor stopped in front of him. “Hello, Bran. Do you remember anything about what happened?”

“He has no memory from that day,” Maester Luwin interjected from the side of the room.


“Why are you here, Lannister?” Robb asked more forcibly. I squeezed his hand slightly.

“Would your companion be willing to kneel?” Tyrion asked Bran. “My neck is beginning to hurt from looking up.”

“Kneel, Hodor,” Bran replied and Hodor did as he was told.

“Do you like to ride, Bran?”

“Yes…. well I mean I did like to.”

“The boy has lost the use of his legs,” Maester interjected once again.

“What of it? With the right horse and saddle, even a cripple can ride,” he said confidently.

“I’m not a cripple,” Bran said with conviction.

“Then I am not a dwarf, my father will rejoice to hear it,” Tyrion muttered sarcastically. “I have a gift for you.”

Tyrion handed Bran a piece of parchment.

“Give that to your saddler, he will provide the rest. You have to shape the horse for its rider,” he explained. “Start with a yearling and teach it to respond to the reins and the boys voice.”

“Will I really be able to ride?” Bran asked timidly.

“You will,” Tyrion assured. “On horseback you’ll be as tall as any of them.”

“Is this some kind of trick?” Robb asked. “Why do you want to help him.”

“I have a tender spot in my heart for cripple, bastards, and broken things.”

“You have done my brother a kindness, the hospitality of Winterfell is yours.”

“Spare me your false curtesy’s, Lord Stark,” Tyrion responded. “There is a brothel outside your walls. There I’ll find a bed and both of us can sleep easier.”

My uncle and I made eye contact as he turned to leave the room.

“Leina,” he started. “Could we please speak for a moment?”

“I would rather not, uncle,” I replied. “I have nothing to say to you.”

It killed me to do this to him. He was one of the only people in Kings Landing that actually cared for me. But if he knew anything about what had happened to Bran, then I couldn’t forgive him. And by giving him a gift, it shows his guilt. He had to know what had happened or he wouldn’t feel guilty.

“I have to insist,” Tyrion tried again. “Leina ple-.”

“I think that is enough,” Robb interrupted as he stood up from his seat, gesturing for me to follow. 

“Goodbye, uncle,” I said. “Tell my father that I am happy here in Winterfell and that I miss him very much.”

Robb offered me his arm and I accepted it, wrapping my own around his as we walked out of the hall.

What I pictured Leina wearing:




happy 4/13!
in honor of the mod being horrible homestuck trash, any griffins submitted in a homestuck setting will be posted immidiately today rather than queued!
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