Mariustown

Slightly more readable now.

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anamoonsind asked: What if Terrien could have his son join him at Grimstone and learn to raise the dead and be an evil jerk like his dad? Would Terrien like that?

regalswag:

blooddanyl:

tamsynspeaks:

lordcaliginous:

He wouldn’t trust it for one. They don’t have a very good relationship to say the least.

But even if Marius did for some reason want to take up the family business, he’s been such a CONSISTENT DISAPPOINTMENT that Terrien would probably set impossible expectations for him to fail to live up, to based on Terrien’s own skills. Terrien will shift things around so that his own beliefs turn out to be vindicated, kind of like Magneto in that one comic where he hangs out with the construction worker. This of course ensures that Marius’s training as a Grimm necromancer is a self-fulfilling prophecy of spiraling failure.

otherwise known as ‘exactly like Marius’s childhood again’

Terrien Ashmoor R1 dad

Poor Marius.

just give him a knife, some argent children, and orders to start a war

wait nvm terrien already handled that

slayed

Randomly here is that magneto comic

It starts like 1/3 of the way down the page after a Red Skull thing.

But it’s awesome.

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anamoonsind asked: What if Terrien could have his son join him at Grimstone and learn to raise the dead and be an evil jerk like his dad? Would Terrien like that?

He wouldn’t trust it for one. They don’t have a very good relationship to say the least.

But even if Marius did for some reason want to take up the family business, he’s been such a CONSISTENT DISAPPOINTMENT that Terrien would probably set impossible expectations for him to fail to live up, to based on Terrien’s own skills. Terrien will shift things around so that his own beliefs turn out to be vindicated, kind of like Magneto in that one comic where he hangs out with the construction worker. This of course ensures that Marius’s training as a Grimm necromancer is a self-fulfilling prophecy of spiraling failure.

otherwise known as ‘exactly like Marius’s childhood again’

Terrien Ashmoor R1 dad

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mtg-realm:

Magic: the Gathering

I think I just heard someone say Taylor Swift-spear …

Most sincere apologies to Steve Argyle.

I don’t think Steve Argyle, the guy who will do ridiculous marker edits onto fans’ cards at cons, will mind that much

like hot librarian liliana

or…

mega man liliana…

also that’s not a bad uncommon one drop damn

(via spinesaw)

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The Making of a Marshmancer (Part 2/??)

This story continues Part I, and concerns Esilia Grimm, the first marshmancer. In this part, she first enters Blackmarsh and meets the Grimm lords.

834 years ago, in what is now the Grasp.

Since arriving in Blackmarsh by riverboat, Esilia and Voltain Dumat had been paraded before no fewer than six men who claimed to be lords of the House of Grimm, but they had as yet turned out to be more bluster than worth. Esilia had pressed them for every detail she could, however, and gained an accurate picture of the strange, insular family. While the people of Blackmarsh seemed suspicious of the foreign wizards, Esilia Dumat could be quite persuasive when she needed to be. With the Grimm lords, sometimes that meant charm, and sometimes it meant intimidation—but most often it was both. Over the course of three weeks of their investigations, Esilia had learned much of the Grimms. Petty lords of Grimm towns and minor holdings tended to be distant cousins, men who married into the house, or even legitimized bastards. The Grimm tree had many, many branches, but only a few great ones.

Seeking one of those great branches had led Esilia to Grimstone. The castle was the oldest of the House of Grimm’s holdings, but it was not decrepit for that, for it had been rebuilt and improved again and again. Once, near a century before, parts of the northern and eastern walls had begun to slump toward the swamp, in an inevitable slide to failure and decay. The nameless Lord Grimm, however, had torn down parts of the castle piecemeal over three decades, and used countless tons of quarry stone to build up a foundation that ran deep through the soft swampy ground to meet the bedrock far below. Miles of catacombs ran through the enormous foundation—it was said more of the castle was below-ground than above—and Grimstone’s walls no longer leaned.

With such a history, it was easy to think that the castle Grimstone stood in defiance of the gloomy swamp that Blackmarsh was named for. Esilia had thought the same, at first, when she first looked upon the castle’s mighty gray walls rising forty feet above the soft ground, with the black wolf inlaid upon the gates and flying on every tower. But that’s not quite right, she knew.

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