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“September 21st, 1945… that was the night I died…tell me, what day is it?”


I watched this movie and it made me cry hard, graveyard of fire flys was a truely moving movie

“September 21st, 1945… that was the night I died…tell me, what day is it?”

I watched this movie and it made me cry hard, graveyard of fire flys was a truely moving movie

can-s-passion:

Wolf Mates by =jocarra


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sleepingmoon333:

In Norse mythologyFenrir (Old Norse: “fen-dweller”),[1] Fenrisúlfr (Old Norse: “Fenris wolf”),[2] Hróðvitnir (Old Norse: “fame-wolf”),[3] orVánagandr (Old Norse: “the monster of the river Ván”)[4] is a monstrous wolf. Fenrir is attested in the Poetic Edda, compiled in the 13th century from earlier traditional sources, and the Prose Edda and Heimskringla, written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson. In both the Poetic Eddaand Prose Edda, Fenrir is the father of the wolves Sköll and Hati Hróðvitnisson, is a son of Loki, and is foretold to kill the god Odin during the events of Ragnarök, but will in turn be killed by Odin’s son Víðarr.

In the Prose Edda, additional information is given about Fenrir, including that, due to the gods’ knowledge of prophecies foretelling great trouble from Fenrir and his rapid growth, the gods bound him, and as a result Fenrir bit off the right hand of the god Týr. Depictions of Fenrir have been identified on various objects, and scholarly theories have been proposed regarding Fenrir’s relation to other canine beings in Norse mythology. Fenrir has been the subject of artistic depictions, and he appears in literature.

(there is a branch clan based off this in the homeland)

Brom

                                                 Brom
                                         Warforged figher

    A long time ago there was a dragon, he was an alabaster white being of immesurable power known as Icearxis the everlasting winter, she raged against the world in an attempt to release Khyber, causing the destruction of numerous cities and villages or the lesser races, Humans, elves and various dragons united agains this common foe only to be defeated one by one. it seemed hopless to defeat her, that was untill Ashkarah an Elven woman who challenged the dragoness in an effort to save the world.  Arrogantly the dragon accepted for Icearxis was a deciple of Ashardalon, *Ashardalon was an ancient dragon that bargend with a deamon to replace his own hart with the deamon*, she gave her body and soul for power which made her nearly invinceible. Ashkarah on the other hand had been blessed by the gods and given a weapon to defeat the evil dragon. when the everlasting winter attacked she was seperated from the demon she had been bound to and changed. her form was alter into that of a Frost Giantess and imprisond deep below the plantes surface, cursed with eternal life, only to see it slip away trapt in a tombe unable to escape. Or so we thougt.

    dureing the last war house Cannithith scouts set out on a journey to find a dragon shard to use as a forge for the warforged project. after months of travleng they discoverd an anchient site, no known records had shown any indication that it even existed, they had found the tomb of Icearxis, upon entering the labrythine shrine dedicated to keeping her seald in they discoverd a massive throne surrounded by Braziers billowing out Blue flame, sitting, traped and shackled to it was Ice, as they approched she awoke, upon speaking with the scouts she made promises that if they released her she would show them the location of a massive dragon shard, the very shard they had been sent to find. running low on suplies and in need of the shard they agreed. after releaseing her she did in deed keep to her word and led them to the shard. when ice learned of what they intended to tus it for she offer an unkown metal to be used in the creation of the creatures with wich hous Cannithith wanted to make.

    this new project was kept secret from the others, a subsect of house Cannithith known as Ice shaper was created, only a handful of people were given privlage to know about it, hidden so well that even the ruleing body of House Cannithith to this day does not know of its existance, led byt the giantess ice who saught not to restor her old body, but to make a new one with this new technology, reserched the effects of the new metal. once the new forge was ready the scientists created a normal warforged befor testing the new material, they named it Brom, the forge worked perfectly to specifications.

    Disaster errupted when the new Metal was intergrated into the Forge, the soldires created were unstable, dangerous even. it was all they could do to destroy the creations befor they destroyed them, and ice was not pleased, they had spent all this time, all these resorces in createing this hidden location, this forge, only to have created Warforged Abominations. months or work wasted, untill ice decided to look into it her self, the other scientists were not privey to this but ice made a new pact with a demon, the demons name was ieygrhol, a demon follower of Orcus, entraping the demon into the forge under her control Ice stableized the creations and started to create an army, the cost in this instance was time, it would take her 100 times the resorces in gould, magic, material and time to make a new warfoged, what did she care, shes immortal. but she discoverd that Brom had seen what she had done, befor he could warn anyone she shatter his memorys, now a jumble of truth and lies he was sent out to fight in the war with the other warforged.

    dureing the war Brom was put on the front lines for most of it, battleing mostly to survive, when he was taken away from the battles he saw how his people were treated, mostly as Mules, as slaves, outcast and riddiculed, all of it coupled with the war made him distant and detached from the other mortal races. he grew a sort of lothing for House Cannithith. blameing them for what his people had to do, what his people did to survive and thrive.

    after the war Brom joind with the lord of blades and helped him with his plans, brom had come to belive that he could help the image of his people in the mourn lands, a warforged artificer named Forge becam broms only real friend since his creation. the two became know as the hammer and the forge, as we both were used to shape the forces that the lord of blades was makeing, forge was the chief artificer and brom was leading small raiding partys into other places to secure goods and resorces for his new leader.

    all this time ice had kept an eye on brom and came to him in the gise of the lord of blades, giveing him orders to take his company of soldiers to a village near the east coast towards the Lhazaar Principalities, told that house Cannithith was rallying for an offensive agains them , and that as his leader he was ordering him to wipe out the village, there which was sopposed to be a secret military stageing ground. as his unit was moveing he was replaced by another warforged, one ice had planted in the lords army, one made with the strange metal at the demon forge. this new leader stirred memorys in brom and he questions if this was the course he was sposed to take. he argues with this new leader only to have rank pulled on him time and time again, frustrateing brom as he saw his team pepairing for a fight he was suspicious about. when they arrived at the village brom could see it was not as he expected, why whould house Cannith use this as a stageing ground for an attack.

    Brom Pleaded with the leader who was known as Jaxis, but his words fell on def ears, his men had been slowly poisnd with the words of jaxis, as he led the charge all brom could do was what he was made for, he fought, the first wave took out the villages defences, bt Jaxis was under orders t owipe them out, when his bretheren started to attack woman and child as well as thos who could dend them selves brom couldent take it annymore and charged Jaxis, only to be knocked unconcois, whe Brom came too he found that bot the village and his brethren had destroyed eachother, as he wonderd the wreckage he came across a man , the archmage of the village, as brom approched with wepon in hand the old mage began to plead for his life, but brom was not there to harm him. befor either could say annything to each other a woman appeard, she had been away dureing the attack, with his finaly breath the wizard placed a geas on brom to protect the woman who was with chiled. supprised and frightned with this brom fled only to find that the spell had bound him to her upon pain as well as possbily death. he returned and vowed to be her slave for as long as this spell was uppon him. she decided to journy to her mothers place which was across to the other side of the continant. surving as protector brom proved able bodied and unfliching in his duty, he understood that she resented haveing her villagers murderer as a protector, but felt that it is not her place to know that he had turned on his men.

It will always hurt

My heart is breaking, my friends are moving to the east side of the country, is my little town soo bad?, who will i be if they are not here, who will i be if im not uncle bob, i love them with all my heart and can feel it breaking already. My little kiddo Kiara, The Hanna Palso, Eryn the new addition.

im locked here for life and i know it. and i don’t know if i will ever see them again. iv always had a hard time Befriending people. it seems like everyone i care about goes away. My Childhood friend david, Travis grew up and left, leif moved with his parents leaving nothing really to keep him here, Martin had to go back east, there was nothing for jonny here. Thor and alex went to edmonton to make there own lives. soo maney people seem to leave me behind. and it hurts more than i want to admit, its been years since i really sat down and thought about this. its a negative place i had thought forgotten for good. and it comes back just when things seem like they are stablizing.

i by no means want to get in the way of other peoples happyness, but is it too much to ask that i have a little now and then. is it too much to ask to have a joy in my life that doesn’t go anywhere

A Little girl, 3 yrs. old picked up by a man driving a gray car, license plate: Quebec 72B 381. Canada. Reblog this. It could save her. The Kidnapping is recent so do it, 3 seconds will not kill you. If it were your child.
aibiki:

I haven’t had this happen yet, but it probably will one day.

aibiki:

I haven’t had this happen yet, but it probably will one day.