Zathorin mumbled to himself as he sat the case that was holding the so called ‘cherished sword’ of the man behind himself and Melisande’s past horror. Resting on both of his knees, those amber eyes never left the case that held the sword. He just sat and stared for what felt like hours, but was merely thirty seconds at most. His lips parted to take in a breath, reaching for the latches that held it sealed.
Slowly the Xaela opened the case, revealing the sword he had found months ago. A sword that was told he should have avoided at all cost. One could tell just by the detailing of the sword it was dangerous…but why would someone want this so badly as to kill for it? Leaning in for a closer inspection, Zathorin looked carefully at the fine detailing of the sword. Everything about it was so finely detailed, it must had taken the creator so long to get such detailing.
Zathorin saw it. This ‘eye’ that Nathaniel had spoken of. His eyes widened with surprise. “How could I have missed it? It was there on the front of the sword this whole time!” He said to himself. A bright dark red light began to shine from the eye as Zathorin looked closely for a few moments longer, causing him to back away with a hand over his eyes to shield from the brightness. Once light had dimmed to nothing, Zathorin saw a small black and red stone. “A soulstone…it was inside the eye?”
Another bright flash of red struck the man in the eyes, causing him to grunt and cover his eyes quickly. It remained until covered by a shadow that cast over the Xaela. Once again the bright light dimmed to nothing, yet this time when Zathorin looked at where the stone was floating over the sword it was not the stone. A shadow stood over the man, peering down at him with similar fiery eyes. The shadow over the figure slowly began to fade as Zathorin heard a dark chuckle.
Zathorin began to move away from the figure, seeing more and more of it. He was shocked. His eyes widened….the shadow looked exactly like himself. Everything from the hair, the eyes and horns. Clad in thick dark armor, black and red to match the shadow like aura around him. The look-a-like clenched his hands into tight fists, cracking his knuckles.
“Now then…let’s have a word with one another, shall we?”
Zathorin stared up at the dark version of himself. “Wh-what…who…” The Xaela tried to say. No words could truly form in his mind at this very moment. The dark version of the man only smirked down at himself, then turned and kneeled to take the sword in the case in his hand. “It’s very understandable as to why you would be confused. Seeing yourself? Especially like this? Oh you must have so many questions running through your thick headed skull right now.”
The look a like turned to Zathorin who was trying to stand to his feet, looking at the real man. He held the sword with both hands, one running along the underside of the blade slowly. “I am you. You are me. We are one. I am the darkness within your heart. Ever since you first touched this blade, I was created in the Abyss, fueled by your anger and hatred for the man who slew your mentor. You’ve had a connection with the Abyss from day one, even if you have not communed with it.”
Zathorin was now glaring at himself. This was almost like a dream. A nightmare. This version of himself. Anger and hatred practically seeped from him. Was this real? It had to be. “What do you mean communed with the Abyss? I have no idea what you are talking about.” He said while still glaring at the dark version of himself.
“I don’t expect you to understand. Just know that the only way you can ever hope to avenge your fallen mentor is to let it all go and give in. My strength will become yours, and you will be nearly unstoppable. A true Dark Knight.”
It was with that name, Dark knight, that clicked with Zathorin. He remembered…..
“Dark knights can be trouble if not trained properly. You know, killing a few people or family for looking at you wrong….get a teacher.”
The Miqo’te had told him about it but he shrugged it off, knowing nothing of what a Dark Knight was.
“I don’t need you. I can beat him on my own!”
The abyssal Xaela look a like laughed at the mans words. He crossed his arms after stabbing the sword into the ground next to him. “You beat him on your own? Please. As of recent you can barely do anything for yourself without someone coming in and helping you. Do you have any idea what power this sword has? It was created to fuse with another. But to anyone, it’s just a normal blade. With the soulstone and the true power of the abyss, it becomes something greater. With the other sword and this one….it would even give an Ascian a run for their money.”
Zathorin growled deeply, the anger swelling inside of him. He lunged forward with his left hand in a tight fist, hitting the dark version of himself in the stomach with such force the armor nearly broke in the impact area. The look a like coughed heavily, his hands folding over his stomach. The figure began to fade into nothing..disappearing completely. “If you were me, you wouldn’t be wearing such weak armor.”
On the floor was the soulstone that had broken from the eye of the sword. He leaned down to take the stone in his hand, looking it over for a long moment before hearing the voice of the figure.
“You’ll need me…and I’ll be here. Waiting to emerge destroy your enemies.”
Gavin is the third Silverwood kid, and the one who takes after Anthem the most. He is Anthem’s favorite son, by far, and was often used as a sort of weapon against Charlie, which certainly led to their rivalry. Their rivalry was certainly based on Anthem and not Ithea, who never stinted on love with any of the children.
As a child Gavin was basically the epitome of the spoiled, rich, brat. At home he behaved for his parents and, usually, for Cyan if she was left in charge, but gods help any babysitter who was hired to care for them. (That’s actually why Cyan was usually left in charge).
At school, he was another story entirely. Gavin did the best in school of all his siblings, he was top of the class in grades and no small contender in athletics. So he also was often appointed to be hall monitor, and later, wing monitor, which only gave him an outlet to bully and harass the other children.
This changed after Ithea’s death. He was twelve, at the time. Charlie and Cyan were gone and suddenly Sonya was in charge - an extremely unreliable guardian who would have probably shopped and drunk her way through Anthem’s fortune if something wasn’t done.
Gavin did step up to this challenge, taking control of the money and the care-taking of his younger siblings, and also managed to be a good influence on Sonya, subtly manipulating her away from her selfish pastimes and towards better behavior and taking better care of them.
Given a challenge and a serious responsibility, Gavin was able to put many of his abilities to good use and was no longer compelled (or perhaps simply no longer had the energy) to be a bully. It’s also due to him that the younger siblings have a much closer relationship with him and each other than they do with the older two.
After school, Gavin caught up with Cyan and went into “business” with her, something that he also excelled at. While he is also social, he is more reserved and restrained than she is, which means he’s often overlooked. This arrangement suits both of them. After a time, Gavin took over most of the business and the position of crime boss while Cyan entertained herself with smuggling.
While he often spends time in Sanirra, the heart of their business ventures, Gavin actually resides in the old Silverwood mansion - which he had restored at great expense, and lives there very comfortably.
Pan casero de hierbas artesanales, manzanas caseras y secas y ciruelas pasas, salchicha de ternera sin curtir, queso munster. En una tela atada.
Hígados de pollo con ajo, queso ahumado y especiado, salchichas de cerdo especiado, tachuelas duras, verduras secas, setas secas.
De izquierda a derecha: Peine de miel de Evereskan, Pan de viaje de Elven (pastel de Amaretto Liquer con remolinos personalizados), Queso de primavera Lurien (queso de cabra con ajo, sal, especias y chalotes), Delfinado de Delimbyr Vale (Salmón) Chips), y tuercas de pino Silverwood.
De la parte superior izquierda: “Honeytack” Pastelitos de miel, salchichas de cerdo, mini tostadas de trigo integral, queso cheddar de arándano mini cuña, mini encurtidos, calabaza y semillas de girasol, abajo a la derecha “ Pasas, ciruelas doradas, miel, huevos y crema
Envuelto en estopilla y atado en el paquete de arpillera. Forrajera strider palillos, melaza de pan de trigo dulce "correa negra”, envejecido Munster, huevos duros, nueces silvestres mezcladas.
Orcos no son conocidos por su gran cocina. Orcos prefieren los alimentos que están fácilmente disponibles (lo que se puede tener por asalto), y portátil con poca preparación, aunque tienen algunas delicadezas raciales. Toughs tiras de carne magra, los huesos eliminados de matanzas recientes, y el pan grueso oscuro constituyen el grueso de las raciones de orcos comunes. Fuego rothted fuego del fémur (la médula es un tratamiento raro) [fémur de ternera], tiras de carne seca (de origen desconocido) [Pan casero], nueces forrajadas, sólo comestibles por los orcos … .cascos de galleta, pan negro grueso, hecho con cualquier granos que puedan ser saqueados [pan de sésamo negro], pimientos picantes [pimientos habaneros rellenos de pescado ahumado y aceitunas].
Pan frito Delimbyr olor, condimentado queso de cabra (Paprika crusted mano presionado Fontina), Gnomo shortbread (sabroso pistacho), viaje de vidrio tarro lleno de Secomber Red (vino), duro huevos de codorniz empacados en avena rodada (para mantener seguro), higos secos De Calimshan, y salchicha de cabra ahumada Southwood (salchicha de sangre).
Lizardfolk son conocidos por ser omnívoros, forraje para una variedad sorprendente de alimentos encontrados dentro de los confines de sus alrededores pantanosos, en este caso el pantano de lagarto cerca de Daggerford. Fresco cogido hervido Delimbyr Cangrejo en cebolletas silvestres, carragán costero moss atrapando estuario camarón salmuera (musgo irlandés, salmuera salada), Brackish-Berries (blackberries), Blackened Dart-Frog piernas (piernas de rana) en brotes de primavera (trébol brotes), tostado Bog bugs en un palo!
De arriba a la izquierda: queso rozo de trufa negra Menzoberranzan (caballero negro Tilsit), caracoles de musgo de Donigarten (escabeche en salsa de mantequilla de chalota), caviar de pescado de cueva ciego en tapas de hongos (caviar de Lumpfish), huevo de pato infundido faerzress importado de la superficie ), Hongo negro del oído del terciopelo (hongo negro del hongo de Auricularia).
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Hey P I think I know why that color pallet is so familiar. Take a good look at your icon.
Truuuue i didnt even made that icon tho! it was made for me. And when I first saw it it felt more like a memory than an exact picture like, a place. With old worn trees and a big plot of dirt in the trees.
Maybe Silverwood Lake… someplace i went camping as a kid. Maybe then i just have subconsciously favored it
Hey I did that thing that people do and made an aesthetic post for Ithea because why not?
Pinterest is useful! Sort of hard to find stuff with the right skin tone but beggars can’t be choosers I guess. Still, I’m proud of it! Also dang this is hard how do people do this all the time? (I actually did a few more but idk if I’ll post them)
“the lack of hot babes in marblemount is disappointing yet expected. great roast beef sandwiches though and some little kid told me that silverwood was scary. i think thats quite a feat don’t you think?”
can’t believe i’m posting the first task already! it’s not that hard, actually. all you have to do is write 1-2 paragraphs ic about how they feel about the project. since the group will be leaving for marblemount on friday (may twenty sixth) i’d like to know what everyone’s thoughts are or if they have any comments about it. if you’re stuck on not knowing what to write, i will be including some questions under the cut! the catch to this task, however, is that it has to be written as if it’s going up on youtube. you know like any youtuber uploading a q & a. i’m not putting like a ‘due date’ on this but it’d be nice if we all had ‘em done before saturday!
I can never remember how to tell if this thing is on. Knowing my luck, none of this will record and I’ll have to do it all over again but, hey guys! We’re getting ready to hit the road so we’re all making our videos before the trip but according to some people, I ramble about Daniel too much. Didn’t know that my boyfriend and team leader was a problem, but okay. Damaris was kind enough to make me a list of things for me to talk about but I’m sure at least eighty percent of this video will end up being about him anyway…
“i was planning on doing this like, forever ago but got so busy packing for the trip and just making sure everything was good to go so here it is— my q and a for silverwood!” naomi spoke, trying her best to not raise her voice since practically everyone in the van was asleep (except cristian— since he was the designated driver). “i asked everyone to send me some questions that they wanted me to answer and i wrote them all done on this notecard,” she said, showing everyone on the stream the pink notecard “so let’s get this going!”