I ought to have a banner sewn, she thought as she led her tattered band up along Astapor’s meandering river.
She closed her eyes to imagine how it would look: all flowing black silk, and on it the red three-headed dragon of Targaryen, breathing golden flames.
Any - Command Tower, Transguild Promenade, Rupture Spire
Any with Stipulations - Exotic Orchard, Forbidden Orchard, Reflecting Pool, Pillar of the Paruns, Primal Beyond, Mana Confluence, Ancient Ziggurat, City of Brass, Grand Coliseum, Haven of the Spirit Dragon, Ally Encampment, Rainbow Vale, Sliver Hive, Spire of Industry
Charge Counters - Vivid Grove, Crag, Creek, Marsh, Meadow, Mirrodin’s Core
At Gates of the Arctic National Park and Preserve in Alaska, wild rivers meander through glacier-carved valleys, caribou migrate along age-old trails and endless summer light fades into aurora-lit night skies of winter. It remains virtually unchanged except by the forces of nature. With no roads or trails, getting here is a challenge, but the reward is a lifetime of amazing memories. Photo by Carl Johnson, National Park Service.
Note: “a mad philosophy”: Epicureanism,
which attributed physical phenomena to the movement of atoms rather than divine
Once I worshiped the gods in a fashion
Miserly and rare,
While I went astray, so learned
In a mad philosophy;
Now I am compelled to sail
Backward, and take up
Afresh a course before abandoned.
For the Sky-Father,
Usually wont to rend the clouds
With his flashing lightning,
Drove his thundering horses and
His flying chariot
Through a clear sky. And with that
The heavy earth, the rivers
That meander, the Styx, the dreadful
Seat of hated Taenarum,
And Atlas, the world’s western limit-
All of them were shaken.
The god has power to exchange
Lowest things with highest;
He dims the glow of the famous man
And brings the hidden to light.
Greedy Fortune, with a shriek
That pierces, snatches off
The crown from one man’s head and joys
To set it on another’s.
Parcus deorum cultor et infrequens,
insanientis dum sapientiae
erro, nunc retrorsum
dare atque iterare cursus
cogor relictos: namque Diespiter
igni corusco nubila dividens
per purum tonantis
equos volucremque currum,
quo bruta tellus et vaga flumina,
quo Styx et invisi horrida Taenari
sedes Atlanteusque finis
Valet ima summis
mutare et insignem attenuat deus,
obscura promens; hinc apicem rapax
cum stridore acuto
hic posuisse gaudet.
Could you do a romanced companions react to waking up in the year 2077, realizing everything was a dream, and right before they decide to forget about the dream they see Sole (maybe with Shaun and spouse maybe not). Like how they find sole and how it makes them feel?
A great idea! thank you, lovely ^-^ Another long one for 1500 followers! :D
This is a long one and possible tearjerker? Probably turned out sadder than intended but it’s been a while since there’s not been a sad one for a while, enjoy! :D
so this is actually a continuation of this story bc i got attached and it’s under a cut cause it got long
They rode for Casterly Rock separately.
Sansa was given a carriage and she had Lannister men accompanying her, carrying her belongings, all of which fit into two trunks, most of them dresses from Queen Cersei from when she had been another Lannister’s bride.
Every bump of the road felt like it cut into her, splitting her open on her way to another prison. That was what the Rock would be to her, just like King’s Landing. Surrounded by enemies, by Lannisters; she would not be safe in her own room. She would have nobody.
They were even stripping her of her identity.
In a month’s time, she would be Sansa Stark no longer.