mace head

Realization: if Percy hadn’t gone outside to get Vex, the Pit Fiend would have bitten her unconscious fifteen feet from the mansion. Even if Keyleth had gotten to her to cast Protection from Poison, she was unconscious. The Pit Fiend could have crit-killed her. And even if Scanlan brought her back to consciousness, Vex wouldn’t have been able to move by the time her turn rolled around because the Pit Fiend would have his opportunity attacks back. A mace to the head and she’d be out again. And then - four attacks from a Pit Fiend.

I think Percy actually saved her life?

Dwarf Wardens leaving their home with Duncan and looking up at the sky and seeing clouds and the sun for the first time ever

Dwarf Wardens looking up at that same sky at night and seeing the moon and stars for the first time ever

Dwarf Wardens that have never even seen a dog before suddenly having this Mabari following them around

Dwarf Wardens getting caught in a rainstorm and Alistair has to explain No it’s okay the sky didn’t break this is a thing that happens sometimes

Dwarf Wardens boggling at how foods that are so rare back home- grains, fruits, crops- are everywhere up here

Dwarf Wardens being fascinated by flowers or bugs or trees

Dwarf Wardens that feel vulnerable without a cave ceiling overhead

Dwarf Wardens that feel free without a cave ceiling overhead

Dwarf Wardens exploring this world that is so vastly different from the one they know

Dwarf Wardens

fingolfin was such a badass. second high king of the noldor. led a host of elves across the helcaraxe which was basically the north pole and died after marching on angband, fortress of morgoth (literally the most evil dude to ever exist, strongest of the ainur and sauron’s master) and challenging him to single combat. he wounded morgoth seven times, the last a desperate stroke leaving him to walk with a limp thereafter forever in pain, before being smashed with grond (morgoth’s wolf’s-head mace) and stepped on until his body was crushed. after that the king of the eagles took his body for it to be buried atop the mountain range echoriath, overlooking gondolin, the greatest elven kingdom of the first age. it’s said that though he had been defeated, the orcs never made any type of boastful song to celebrate, nor did the elves sing of it, for their sorrow was far too great. but had the elves known about electric guitars and power chords, they might have given it a shot and wrote the song of fingolfin, and it would have been the most metal fucking song ever composed.

Rare Near Eastern Figural Bronze Mace-Head, c. 3rd-2nd Millennium BC

Extremely rare, the body of the mace-head is decorated circumferentially with four standing stylized humans. The figures face out, with circular staring eyes and with prominent, angular noses and open mouths. The hands placed on hips/breasts with arms bowed. 

The function of this rare weapon is mysterious. Possibly a weapon, elaborately decorated as a display of wealth, or alternatively a purely ceremonial piece, for carrying out sacrifice.

*Sees a snapchat of Mamrie and Grace eating dip and watching dance moms*

My reaction: AW MACE YOU ADORABLE FRIENDSHIP THATS SO SWEET I WANNA HAVE A DIP PARTY AND WATCH DANCE MOMS WITH YOU

Fanfic Writers reaction:
*cracks knuckles*
*sits in front of computer*
It started off simple Grace and Mamrie were just watching dance moms and eating hummus. Then Mamrie shot a glance at Grace while licking the hummus off her lips. THEY BEGIN TO FU-

Me: WAIT WHAT ITS JUST A NICE FRIENDLY DIP PARTY

“Sorry, I’ve got to ask, are you a fighter or a wizard?”

Oh, well, neither actually. I’m a bard.

“But … fighter and wizard are the only two classes …”

I mean, bards are kind of like both of those? Or neither. Depends on the bard. And there’s loads of other class–

“but you were BORN a fighter right”

Andraste was walking through the streets of the city. Normally, any young woman her age wouldn’t be alone in a place like this but Andraste could take good care of herself. Her head turned as she heard the cry of a younger female. With a grunt of irritation, she reached for her claymore but then decided to go with her  instead. She smirked a little, knowing that the weapon probably wouldn’t kill whoever she was going to face, just incapacitate them. A little grimace passed over her face as she remembered that her second favorite weapon, her battle axe, was broken. She’d need to get it fixed soon. With a low chuckle, she cracked her knuckles and ran towards the sound of the a gang harassing a girl. The buzz of pre-battle rage filled her body as she rounded the corner and launched herself at the man who was threatening a young teen.

“LAY OFF ‘ER YA FECKIN’ AINMHITHE!!!!” she roared as she slammed the butt of her mace on his head, giving him a concussion for sure. 
@soldier-dad

Cypriot Agate Scepter Head, c. 950 BC,  Late Cypro-Geometric I – Early Cypro-Geometric II

Scepter and mace heads are well-attested Cypriot implements, but this example is exceptional in the magnificence of its material. The head itself is set on an iron shaft. During the Late Geometric and Archaic periods, rulers of the major centers of Cyprus gained considerable wealth from natural resources, notably copper, and from active trade, especially with the Phoenicians.

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Bastoncello - a short stick used to signify rank in the 15th and 16th centuries (with a history extending much farther back and meriting better research on my part). Generally between 20-28" (50-71cm). Could be plain wood in circular or octagonal cross section, wood with iron caps, or iron (kind of like a mace sans head). Fiore dedicates a short section to defense while seated with the bastoncello (as early Renaissance commanders could very likely face assassination attempts), and presumably the dagger plays can be applied with the bastoncello in a more general sense, as the cover of the bastoncello is immediately followed by references from the dagger masters.

Look what nerd trash I am

Remember my Lignite and rurukatt‘s Smoky Quartz?

This is their fusion form, Ametrine! Smoky’s warmace and Lignite’s fire powers come together into a flaming morning star. Their arms connect at the shoulders, and Lignite’s extra hands clasp together for the mace head.

Also note that ruru and I have two forms for their fusion, depending on who “leads”. I went ahead and did mine on a whim if Lignite leads.

very much sketch