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Arthur, King of England 4 by Quoth-Raven
Arthur, King of England by Quoth-Raven
Cathrine Marie LeDroit by SwordOfScotland
Warkworth Castle by newcastlemale
Ivanhoe! by RatGnaw
Duchess Anna Henrietta, At the Tourney III by Mircalla-Tepez
A peacefull morning in Toussaint by Mircalla-Tepez
Historical reenactment- 14th Century cotte X by ArwendeLuhtiene
06-07-2020 Torre del Soccorso, Vicopisano 2 by MarcoCodazzi
06-07-2020 Torre del Soccorso, Vicopisano 1 by MarcoCodazzi
Pocitelj watch tower by Adinapunk
06-07-2020 Torre dei Serretti in Vicopisano 2 by MarcoCodazzi
Rosethorne Castle by Wolvesbane1984
A new comic... by NikosBoukouvalas
Christmas Castle by Wolvesbane1984
Byzantine Bureaucrat by Ediacar
Warcry by NikosBoukouvalas
Knight And Wolf Project poster #2 by ZingerNax
Knight And Wolf Project poster #1 by ZingerNax
Orkney Coat of Arms by Etherwise
JOAN OF ARC: THE MAID OF ORLEANSAct I, Scene 1. The township of Chinon, during the Hundred Years' War.Enter CHORUS.CHORUSO lend your ears to our unfolding tale,Where history's pages and legends prevail!In France's darkest hour, a maiden rose,Whose valor, like a beacon, brightly glows.Joan of Arc, her name in annals writ,A shepherd's daughter, chosen to commitGreat deeds of daring in a land forlorn,To free her France, where hope had long been torn.In dreams of armor and banners held high,She heard God's charge, to battle 'neath the sky!On this wooden stage this tale we weaveOf a maid who made the faithless believe;For in this play we'll chronicle her quest—A saga of the heart put to the test.Enter JOAN OF ARC, a low-born maiden in simple attire. She kneels in religious supplication.JOANMy Lord, why hast thou chosen me aloneTo free my land from England's fearful yoke?Though I be but a shepherd's daughter low,Thy voice hath called, and I shall not refuse.Enter ROBERT, a local villager.ROBERTJoan, thou art mad! The English rule our land;Their grip be strong, their armies vast and fierce.JOAN (standing defiantly)I fear them not, for God's own voice commands!To Orléans must I ride— my mission's clear.JOAN stands now before the steps of a magnificent palace. Enter CHARLES, the Dauphin, and LA HIRE, a battle-hardened captain.CHARLESFair maiden, thou art welcome in our court.Thy words and deeds may grant my country hope.JOANO noble Dauphin, I seek not thy praise,But to be well-armed, sent to Orléans' aid.CHARLES (aside)This peasant girl with her celestial callDoth seek to lead my army— ev'ry man!I fear her words, yet in her eyes I spyA fire, a fervor, burning ardently.Yea, in her presence, I discern a spark—A hope that brightens our country's night.JOANGood people of fair France, attend to me:For in this trying hour, I'd speak with ye.I stand before ye now with honest dread—Yet know my greater fear is not the redOf enemy's swords, the clashing arms and strife,But God's stern judgment in yon afterlife!'Tis He who called me forth, a humble maid,To bear His standard— ne'er to be afraid.In His divine command I find my strengthTo face the foe, to go to any length.For as we tread this earthly, treacherous road,My faith in Him transcends earthly abode.I fear not men, their weapons, nor their might,But quail before the Lord's all-seeing light.A righteous path tread I, though fraught with pain,And shall in His grace, eternal life attain.Yea, stand with me— for God shall be our guide!In Heaven's name, together we'll abide.Fear not the English; we're in our Father's handAnd by His will, we'll make a righteous stand.For though these battles test each mortal soul,In God's great plan He makes us pure and whole.With Heaven's King as our protecting shield,We shall prevail 'pon any battlefield.LA HIREThis maid is brave— she carries heaven's fire;With her by our side, we'll fight 'till our dying day.Let's bid adieu to home and family,To take up blades, and fight for righteous cause!Exeunt CHARLES, JOAN, and LA HIRE.ROBERT (aside)Could it be true, this shepherd's daughter's call?Will faith undo our country's captivity,Restoring lands we've held since antiquity?Exeunt ROBERT and CHORUS.Curtain.Act II, Scene 1. The Seige of Orléans.There is a fierce battle before a French castle. Enter CHORUS.CHORUSTo Orléans' walls their Maiden led the charge;The English trembled 'neath her courage large!With fervent zeal and banners held on high,Rebellion's light ignited in France's eye.Enter JOAN, holding aloft a white banner adorned with the fleur-de-lis, and LA HIRE, armed and with French soldiers before them. In the distance, English knights approach.JOAN (addressing her comrades)Stand fast, intrepid knights; this is our hour—We fight for Orléans, so do not cower!Though foes encroach, their armor gleaming bright,With righteous purpose shall we win this fight.Enter the ENGLISH KNIGHTS, led by SIR WILLIAM, a formidable warrior.SIR WILLIAM (to JOAN)Behold now England's pride, our skill renowned;This ancient city shall be tightly kept!JOANI fear thee not, Sir William, nor thy throng,For Heaven's light makes our war-rage unmatched!Defending our homeland, our spirits bright,With God's grace on our side, we're ne'er dismayed.As the English warriors charge, a fierce battle ensues. JOAN wields her sword with skill and determination, inspiring the French soldiers to stand their ground. The clash of swords and the cries of battle fill the air. In time, the English knights begin to retreat, SIR WILLIAMThis maiden's courage is a force indeed!We've underestimated her; our might hath fled.JOANThe day is won; our Orléans stands firm.With God as our protector, we'll bend no knee.JOAN and her French soldiers stand victorious.LA HIREThe Maid hath shown us what true valor means—Her presence grants us strength to break our chains.Enter CHARLES.CHARLESBrave Joan, in truth thou art a beacon bright,A light that guideth us through darkened days.JOANThe battle's ours— yet one deed needs be done:To crown thee king, and free our land from shame.Exeunt CHARLES and JOAN.LA HIRE'Tis true, my friends, our cause is not yet won.We march to Rheims, to crown our Dauphin true!Exeunt LA HIRE and the French army. Enter ROBERT, weary and battle-worn.ROBERTThis Maid, a wonder to behold, in truth—Her spirit burns, her purpose ever-strong!We'll take back all our ancient lands ere long.Exeunt.Curtain.Act III, Scene 1. The Siege of CompiègneCHORUSTo Rheims she marched, bright banner unfurled,And Charles hailed her name to all the world!The Dauphin was crowned King, as rightful heir,And Joan's triumph shone to much fanfare.From Rheims she led her men with courage's might—This godly maiden, a beacon in the night—Thence to fair Paris, strewn with hope and dread,Her heart undaunted, banners overhead.With gallant men she ventured forth to seizeThat city strong, where conflict's fires would cease.But fate, it seems, held plans of its own design—For that goal proved an arduous, steep incline.England's forces were fierce and fortified,And in Paris' shadow were Joan's hopes denied.Her siege, a stalwart effort, met with loss—Yet in defeat, she bore no final cross.Disgrace then stained her name (or so they said)As Compiègne she now besieged with vengeful tread.No permission sought, rebellion's path she trod—Within her heart, she obeyed the voice of God.Exit CHORUS.Enter JOAN leading her forces, laying siege to the city of Compiègne. The mighty walls of the city loom before them, and the sound of battle is in the air.JOANRide well, brave soldiers, Compiègne we must claim.With God's good grace, we'll honor His great name.Yon city's walls, they shall not our siege withstand—For with righteous cause we'll take back our land!The charge begins. JOAN and her knights make a courageous effort to breach the city's defenses. The clash of swords, arrows flying, and cries of war fill the stage.Enter the Burgundian CAPTAIN OF COMPIÈGNE, an ally to England, rallying the city's defenders.CAPTAIN OF COMPIÈGNEStay strong, my comrades— yield them not one stone!Behind stone and steel, we shall not flinch.This Maid of Orléans, though a fearsome lass,Shall meet her match anon and be laid low.Despite the fierce resistance, JOAN and her troops begin to gain ground and press forward. The city's defenses weaken.Enter a MESSENGER, delivering news to the CAPTAIN.MESSENGER (to the CAPTAIN)The English forces march to aid our cause.We must yet hold fast, fighting back sans cease.CAPTAIN OF COMPIÈGNE (to his men)Superb! Our reinforcements shall arrive.Through unity, our occupation's safe.As the English forces approach, the French forces find themselves surrounded, and the tide of battle begins to turn against them.JOANWe've been ensnared— fret not, my countrymen!With faith from our Father we'll not know fear.As the English forces close in, the scene ends with JOAN and most of her soldiers captured. Elsewhere on the battlefield, ROBERT and LA HIRE witness the defeat and are forced to flee.LA HIREJoan's been captured during the battle's chaos.ROBERTAlas, our beacon's dimmed— our hope defiled.Enter CHORUS.CHORUSThe Maiden's fate then hung by a cruel thread—A captive of her foe's relentless dread.Exeunt omnis.Curtain.Act IV, Scene 1. The Castle of Rouen.Enter CHORUS.CHORUSIn England's grip the Maid of Orleans stood;Those men sought to break her spirit for good.Yet Joan of Arc would never prove surpassed—Her undiminished courage didst hold fast.Enter JOAN, chained and shackled.JOANThough prison walls enclose this fragile form,My spirit soars, my purpose undiminished.God's chosen path, in darkness, yet shines bright!Enter BISHOP CAUCHON and INQUISITORS in religious garb.BISHOP CAUCHONJoan, thou'rt charged with the crime of heresy—Thy visions are false, thy claims a dangerous lie.JOANMy visions are true, a holy task within.Led by dreams, I only sought a righteous goalTo free my France— thus to Heaven shall I fly.BISHOP CAUCHONThe court hath spoken; Joan shall face the flames.Unless recanteth she, her soul's condemned!JOANI'll never yield to falsehood, nor to threats.My faith is firm— in God's grace standeth I.My life is forfeit, for prophetic dreams—Doomed by malevolent and faithless men.O Father, in this hour of fortune dire (in prayer)I lift my eyes to Thee, away from blazing pyre.Thy will, mysterious, guides me aright,As earthly judgment riseth to take my light.Thou hast called me forth, shepherdess unknown,To champion France and its righteous throne.Thy voices guided me in battle and in peace,And here I stand condemned— no hope of release.Lord, I ask for strength to face this fiery trial,To bear this suffering and, in faith, to reconcile.Exeunt omnis. Curtain. Act IV, Scene 2. Rouen's Square.Enter CHORUS.CHORUSIn Rouen's square the flames of judgment roared.And here, faced with fire that to heaven soared,Our stalwart Maid would meet with her true King,And clung tight to her faith, unwavering.Enter JOAN, chained and condemned to be burnt at the stake.JOANThose flames will sear my flesh, but not my soul,For in God's love, I find my strength and peace!Grant me the grace to forgive those who condemn (in prayer)In their hearts, they know not Thy heavenly gem.Though earthly life may end, my faith shall e'er shine,As Joan of Arc, Thy servant, rests in arms divine.Thy will be done, Father— in life and death's embrace.Forever in Thy presence, I find my resting place.CHORUSIn ashes, Joan of Arc returned to God—Her mission cut short, in martyr's glory shod.Two noble nations, weary and forlorn,From battles, strife, and sorrow mutually torn.Their lands, once rich, now lay in waste and dearth,As kings and claimants vied for worldly worth.A generation scarred by endless strife,They sought an end to this direful life.War's long years had left all worn and spent;Thus life dragged on in grim discontent.With mighty banners lowered, soldiers gone,A somber peace did gradually dawn.Yet wounds remained, deep scars on heart and soul,For suffering had claimed a heavy toll.As England's grip on France did slowly waneBoth nations from loss felt mutual pain.And from this shared grief, hope began to bloom—These two nations rose from seeming doom.In time, they found their paths toward the light;Rebuilding homes, united hearts burning bright.Their Hundred Years' War, a chapter now closed,A tale of valor and heartache, ill-imposed.In unity, they'd stand, hand-in-hand,Together forging a more perfect land.Yea, in the aftermath of battles past,The hope for God's serenity shall last.Final curtain.End of play.
Tornike Eristavi by NikosBoukouvalas
REYNARD AMONG THE WOODFOLKDramatis Animalia REYNARD THE FOX BRUIN THE BEAR ISENGRIM THE WOLF TYBALT THE CAT NOBLE THE LION CHAUNTICLEER THE COCK CLAIRE DE LUNE THE UNICORN ROYAL ATTENDANTSAct I, Scene 1. A forest clearing at dawn in a medieval realm.Enter REYNARD THE FOX, a winsome rogue, strutting and preening in the morning sun.REYNARDGood-den, patrons. What joy to see you here!I, Reynard, hath arrived to share my cheer—For though the world be full of woe and strife,I live a simple, mirthful, and carefree life.Enter the rustic BRUIN THE BEAR, somewhat suspiciously.BRUINReynard, well met! Pray, what's the news?I hope thou hast no more tricks to use.REYNARDFriend Bruin! I prithee, come rest for a spell.Do remind me: did we part ways not so well?BRUINUnlike thee, I recall the prank thee played:Yea, into thy trap I foolishly had strayed.For indeed it was thee, that trickster slyWho lured my naïve self with a honeyed lie!I was having supper in a glen one dayWhen thou hadst approached, with compliments to say;Thou hadst praised my strength and my mighty roar,Then asked if I'd share the honey I adore.In my ignorance, I thought nothing of itAnd shared my honey. 'Twas evenly split.But little did I know, thou hadst a planTo trap me in thy snare— thy prank began:Thou ledst me to a tree with a hole round and darkAnd told me the best honey lay beyond its bark.Yet as I crawled in to take a large taste,My stomach got caught— I was disgraced!Before I knew it, I was stuck inside;Unable to move, I helplessly cried.Insult to injury did happen just then:Thou pilfered my honey within that glen!REYNARDMy poor Bruin, I beareth now no ill intent!For thee, boon companion, I doth present:This honeycomb I found, with golden nectar sweet!Taste— and let my apology be made complete.BRUINFound, eh? Stolen, methinks, from some hapless soul.Yet I shall take it— I hunger like a troll!(He receives the glistening honeycomb.)Though thy methods proveth guileful and base,Atimes thou showeth some kindness and grace.REYNARDI'm glad we met under this morning sun;'Twould wound me if my friendship thou didst shun.BRUINI learned some hard lessons that fateful day:To be wary of those who seek to betray,But also to forgive, and to move on,For true friendship, is never truly gone.Exeunt, sharing the honeycomb.Act I, Scene 2. A forest path.Enter ISENGRIM THE WOLF, appearing concerned.ISENGRIMSir Reynard! I sought thee far and wide.For in thy wily ways must I confide—My wife is hurt, and none can cure her ill.But thee, with all thy wisdom, have the skill.REYNARDS'wounds! Forsooth, I could not be sadder!Prithee, do explain what is the matter.ISENGRIMMy wife's backside be swollen and red,Thus she doth remain at home in bed.This matter is sensitive, so I requireUtmost secrecy— privacy I desire. REYNARDDear Isengrim, I grieve to hear this news—But I have a remedy to heal her bottom's bruise!A poultice made from herbs and roots so rare,It shall restore her health beyond compare.ISENGRIMGramercy, Reynard! Thou art a true friend.Thy kindness and compassion have no end!REYNARD (Aside)Verily this wolf doth speak aright;His wife's backside be a sorrowful sight.Now list— I shall reveal to ye the truth:(Yet be forewarned; it's most uncouth) Her nethers be not sore from mere irritations—But by the result of my nocturnal visitations!Exeunt.Act I, Scene 3. A clearing in the forest.REYNARD and TYBALT THE CAT stand facing each other. The scene is tense.REYNARDTybalt, my feline friend, what brings thee here?Seekest thou a tavern, to share a beer?TYBALTI seek no drink, Janus-faced fox, nor do I jest,For thou hast wronged me, and put me to the test.Thou stolest my treasure, and broken thy word!Now I demand that swift justice be conferred.TYBALT draws his sword.REYNARDMy dear Tybalt, I never meant to harm!I am what I am, one of cunning charm.But if it's a fight thou seekest, so be it.Cross blades we shall, 'till one doth quit.REYNARD draws. They begin to fight, thrusting and parrying.REYNARDLo, thy moves be swift, thy sword fell and sharp!Yet soon my wit will play thee like a harp.TYBALTThy ways are wicked, thy words full of lies.Thou art a demon I shall exorcize!They continue to fight, with TYBALT at last gaining the upper-hand.TYBALTNow, scheming knave— it's time for thee to payFor all those devilish games that thou dost play.REYNARDGood Sir Tybalt, I yield to thy flashing sword;For though I fought with all my might, m'lord,Thou provest too strong, too swift, too deft.I bow to thee and submit— I've nothing left.What's more, I regret absconding with thy gold,In restitution, I'll repay thee threefold.I have taken our camaraderieAnd treated it, that sacred bond, carelessly.Thievery's a disease, corrupting my soulPerchance with thy guidance, I'll learn self-control.Although I'm wily by nature, that's no excuse;I deserve not friendship, but the hangman's noose. TYBALT sheathes his sword, as REYNARD falls to his knees in supplication.TYBALTReynard, thou showest true grace in defeat;Thine heart be not sour, but somewhat sweet!I forgive thee for the wrongs thou hast done—And from this day forth, we shall be as one.REYNARDGod save thee, Prince Tybalt, for thy mercy kind.Thy forgiveness is the best treasure I can find!From this day forth, I shall be true and just;And never shall our friendship fall to dust.They embrace as brothers.TYBALTA contrite comrade thou art revealed to be.Let's to the tavern— the drinks are on me!REYNARD (Aside)Know this: the sharpest tool that's ever stungBe not a blade's, but the deceiving tongue!Exeunt.Act I, Scene 4. Before a castle surrounded by primeval woodland, at sunset.Enter the elderly and nearly blind NOBLE THE LION with royal attendants, to converse with REYNARD.NOBLEHo, Reynard, I have a grievance deep!For in my kingdom a fox doth creep.He eats my food, he mocks my laws and rules,And he defies me with his sly, sharp tools.REYNARDYour grace, I doubt not your fading view,But first— might I speak a word or two?For though this fox may seem a wily knave,His spirit be pure, his heart bold and brave.NOBLESpeak on, Reynard! I would hear thy words.For thou hast a wisdom beyond the herds.REYNARDSire, I would humbly remind my most lawful liege:Judging a book by its cover doth truth besiege!My grace, this fearsome fox be sly, 'tis true.But he's also stalwart and loyal, too.He serves you well, with intelligence and wit.Without him, your kingdom would surely split;He enhanceth the lives of all in the realm,From the highest tower, to the towering elm.He jokes and he japes, with his winning smile,And although some villains he doth beguile,The noblest of citizens he greets as friends,And if he offendeth, he maketh amends.Therefore please don't run to conclusions, sire,If knowledge of someone's true self you desire.NOBLEReynard, thy words doth move my heart!Though that fox be a most wily boggart,He serveth me well, with all his heart and soul,Thus shall I honor him; a true and worthy goal.REYNARD (Aside)My dear audience, let me speak my mind—'Tis proven true that justice indeed be blind!Act I, Scene 5. A wooded valley at night.REYNARD enters, wearing a hooded cloak, complaining loudly.REYNARDO, woe is me, for I have lost my way!I wandered far. Curse my naïveté!Soft you now! What seest I before mine eyes?A cock so tall and fair— a rare surprise.CHANTICLEER THE COCK enters, and eyes REYNARD's sword.CHANTICLEERSir, what bringest thee unto this darksome glen?And why wearest thou that tool of violent men?REYNARDNo violence I seek, but rather aid—For I lost my way when the light did fade.CHANTICLEERI shall guide thee out, for I know this land.Thou shalt be home by dawn! Now take my hand—REYNARDThou art my savior! Before we begin,I'd fain hear the sweet music of thy kin.CHANTICLEERAh! Thou hast made a most wonderful choice.'Tis a blessing to hear a rooster's voice.O hear the song of Chanticleer the Cock!A comely rooster of the finest stock.My feathers are bright, my voice resounds,At dawn I rouse the sleepy grounds.The sun, it rises at my crow,And all the world begins to glow.For I am master of this land,With every inch beneath my hand.My hens, they love me, O so true,And every morning I greet them anew.With a crow and a strut and a flick of my tail,I keep them happy without fail.Yet danger lurks 'round ev'ry bend—Vile foxes, they would have my end—I keep my wits about me, everyday,And chase them off, come what may.Behold Chanticleer, the liege lord of all.From field to barn, I heed the call.With every crow, my heart doth sing,Long live the cock, the one true king!REYNARD throws off his hood and pounces hungrily.REYNARDI have thee at last, my prize, my prey so fair!Thy beauty shall make a feast beyond compare.'Twas a trap I laid; thou payest the cost;Know that a fox is never truly lost!CHANTICLEERAlas, alack, what fate hath befallen me;Deceived by this vulpes. Such tragedy!Thus I give up th' ghost, but that's not the worst, Bereft of my voice, this kingdom is curst;With no one to wake the sun's golden lightOur realm shall be shrouded in endless night!REYNARDHush now, Lord Chanticleer, I do imploreThou shalt remain silent forevermore.REYNARD drags CHANTICLEER offstage.Act I, Scene 6. A temple in the woods, during a thunderstorm at the dead of night.REYNARD is trying to pick the lock of the door to the temple's treasury. LADY CLAIRE DE LUNE THE UNICORN enters and catches him in the act.CLAIRE DE LUNEHold, Reynard; what art thou doing here?Hast thou come to steal what's most dear?Put down thy tools, and tell me now,What business in this holy place hast thou.REYNARDLady Claire de Lune— I should thee informI merely sought shelter from yonder storm;Yea, I did come inside to take some rest—But ne'er to steal from this temple blest!CLAIRE DE LUNEThy words doth ring hollow in mine ear,For I knoweth well what bringest thee here.Thou art a thief, Reynard, 'tis plain to see;And I will fight thee to protect that treasury.Put down thy lock-picks, and pull out thy sword,For thou shalt feel the retribution of Our Lord!They draw their swords and engage in a fierce duel.REYNARDNay, Lady Unicorn; put thy sword away;Let us make peace and end this fray!I ask for mercy, and a chance to explain;I came within, without hope for gain.CLAIRE DE LUNEKnavish rogue, thou dost pretend to be meek;Thou hast trespassed here and presently seekTo deftly backtrack on what thou hast done?Lo, I shall not be swayed— nor shall I run.They continue to duel, neither one gaining the upper hand. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning strikes the temple, causing the roof to shake and debris to fall from above. REYNARD is distraught.REYNARDThe very forces of nature join the battle!The sky's afire, and the ground doth rattle!CLAIRE DE LUNEHold, Reynard— we must now cease our fight;Yon storm is fierce, 'twould take our lives tonight.Let us put down our swords, and work togetherTo protect this temple and brave the weather.REYNARDVery well, Lady de Lune, thy words are wise;Let's put our heads together, and be allies!They sheathe their swords, and work together to protect the temple from the storm. The thunder continues to rumble and the rain pours down outside. In time, however, the storm slowly abates.REYNARDGood Lady, I must thank thee for thy faith!"All should dwell in unity," the saints saith.Trusting in the power of cooperationHath saved all of this from ruination. CLAIRE DE LUNEThou art forgiven, Reynard. Now prove to God aboveThat thy vagabond heart can truly love.Renounce thy sinful ways; fight against thy greed—Know that this wealth goes to those truly in need.Yea, this temple's treasure is not for thee to take;And if thou strayest again, thy soul shall be at stake.Fox and unicorn huddle together, warding off the night's chill until the break of day.Act I, Scene 7. The castle grounds at sunrise.Enter ALL.BRUINHark, all ye beasts, the forest is our home,Where we hunt, and play, and freely roam.With fur as black as night, and girth so great,I am Bruin the Bear, the forest's mate.ISENGRIMI'm Isengrim the Wolf, fierce and bold,With such bushy gray fur, I fear no cold.I hunt and prowl, with cunning and speed.The best of husbands, my wife would concede.TYBALTBut do not forget me, Tybalt the Cat!One swipe of my sword and that's that.I hunt with stealth, and strike with grace.My prey, they tremble at my swift pace.NOBLELo, amidst all beasts, I am the King;Noble the Lion, ruling everything.My roar echoes throughout the land,My power unmatched by any hand.CHANTICLEERStand aside, for the one who crows—Chaunticleer the Cock! My will I impose.With feathers bright, and voice so clear,I herald the dawn, ev'ry day, ev'ry year!CLAIRE DE LUNEHearken all: I am Lady Claire de Lune;My coat, it gleams like the silvery moon.Forsooth, I'm not merely a hornèd horse;I am a disciple of yonder mystic force.REYNARDAnd last but not least, is Reynard the Fox;I'll pick any pocket, or any locks.My crimes have been told on countless stages—A sylvan trickster throughout the ages!Curtain.End of play.
Thor hammer pendant by BDSart
Dragon ouroboros pendant, Stainless steel by BDSart
Happy with my new yggdrasil bag by MARIEKECREATION
New bag with deer by MARIEKECREATION
Mystic Places Stock Background by bonbonka
Medieval Bridge I by ANNGEINROGER
Medieval Bridge II by ANNGEINROGER
Rage of the Flamberg by GrafvonEichenlaub1
Warhammer Fantasy - Bretonnian Knights by ArwendeLuhtiene
Warhammer Fantasy - Bretonnian Banner-Bearer by ArwendeLuhtiene
Viking bearded axe by GrassrootsTheGreen
Crypt Guardians Concept by HorizonPointShawn
Yule Church by SirKiljaos
Warhammer Fantasy - Green Knight of Bretonnia by ArwendeLuhtiene
Dark ages|End of battle by DanStrogg
Sir Simon Snowlock by YoritomoDaishogun
Karamador: Tourney in Aborku, Page 67 by SirKiljaos
Hellfire by Vogelfreyh
Goddess Brighid cosplay XI by ArwendeLuhtiene


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