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Compass {A Dark OQ Prompt}

Prompt #2 for Dark OQ Week: Adapting to the EF.

Summary: Regina watches in amusement as Robin tries to find his way home in the Enchanted Forest.


She smirks as she watches him flounder through the mirror. He has a compass in hand and a map but still he struggles.


He’d grown tired of being cooped up in the castle in with her. He was a woodsmen through and through, stone walls would never suit him.

She’d been reluctant to let him go, claiming that this forest was not his own and he would surely be lost. Of course, he’d vehemently disagreed and a wager was struck. If he could find his way through the forest and back she’d spend a week in the woods with him, with only a mound of hay separating her from the dirt of the forest floor. If not, he’d spend the week in the castle walls adhering to every beck and call.

No sooner had he shook her hand, did he find himself transported to the center of the forest in a cloud of smoke. Still he wasn’t shaken up. He’d spent all his life in a forest, surely he could navigate this one.

He checked his map, compared it to the sun and studied his compass before confidently heading out in what he was sure was the right direction.

He’d hardly gone twenty paces before a crow appeared and dropped a note at his feet.

Not even close, thief.

aryastarfire  asked:

In the books, "the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives" quote is quite meaningful and sounds really chilling and badass, but Sophie Turner's delivery makes it sound like some corny line that D&D came up with at the last minute.

Exactly, and it is also very significant to Arya’s arc.

I mean

For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya’s skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father’s voice. “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives,” he said.

“But there is no pack,” she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. “I’m not even me now, I’m Nan.”

“You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.”

“The wolf blood.” Arya remembered now. “I’ll be as strong as Robb. I said I would.” She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth.

You know, they can say it how many times they like, that Ned probably told this to all his children and it is a Stark thing instead of an Arya thing, but the fact is that in book canon, no Stark child besides Arya ever mentions these words. Most importantly, no Stark child besides Arya has such a significant connection to these words and no Stark child’s narrative with the exception of Arya places so much importance on the meaning of the pack. 


Fenoration is known as the city of druids. Ruled by Norad Pellington and Lady Fenlyse Pellington. Though the Halfling people recognise 2 kinds of druidic magic and treat the two very separately Junta magic, the magic of plants and Dyr magic, the magic of beasts. In this city the Druidic college is a place of study for Dyr magic. Though the druidic college does have professors of Junta magic they often spend their time travelling between the college and the Halfling city Bartonshire where Lord and Lady Panser collect and study magical plants. 

Lord Norad Pellington is a grand master druid and is the head of the Druidic College. The college sits in the centre of the city behind high stone walls. The college in fact used to be the lords keep but since Lord Norad Pellington came to rule after his father passed he converted the keep into a large college where he collected the greatest druids from across the halfling hills to document the secrets of his favourite kind of magic. Though Lady Fenlyse Pellington demanded a new palace to be built and so on the outskirts of the city near to the college a new, smaller but much grander keep was built. The largest part of the renovations to the keep added a magically enchanted zoo, the first of its kind in Rúmerion. Though many lords keep exotic animals as pets or to fight in games, no one had thought to keep and study the beasts of Rúmerion in order to see how to best help them and further Dyr magic. It is a well known law of druid magic that the wild shape spell needs a druid to of seen the beast before they can assume its shape. The zoo has helped further Lord Norad Pellington’s studies more than he had ever hoped, allowing him to expand forms to beasts he could have never hoped of, such as the smaller dracosaurs from the lotus continent.  

Lady Fenlyse is a retired courtesan of the Halfling aristocrats. Courtesans are quite common place amongst the aristocrats of Halfling society. Halfling courtesans are highly educated and cultured people and have their own order called the Blue Rose. These courtesans choose their pairings themselves in exchange for political influence or economic reasons. Though upon partnering with Lord Norad Pellington the Lady Fenlyse gave up the order of the Blue Rose and retired to settle down to rule in Fenoration. The city and the Pellington line are yet to have any children with Lord Norad Pellington but the lady has great plans for the city, the druid college and her husband Lord Norad Pellington.

lavinette  asked:

Age: 18 Lea

Lea Surana didn’t want to go with the Grey Wardens at all. The entire boat ride to the shore there were knots in his stomach and he was hunched over as if the sky would fall upon him.

Only at the shore did he very gingerly remove his boots and sock and felt real earth under his feet for the first time in some eleven years.

From that moment on he was a bit less scared and much more curious though it took him a long time to acclimatise with a world that didn’t have stone walls - both the confinement but also the protection of them.
It’s just that one moment right before sunrise. He remembers the shore sand being clammy and cold.

And the Circle, or the Wardens, or the world had no idea what they just released upon the world. A starving man with an endless void for a stomach, and he’s released from his cage and now he will feast.