A picture I took back in '08 during a trip to Panama. Of all the works of my short-lived photography hobby, this one I am msot proud of. The photo is of the reconstructed Belltower in the ruins of Panama Viejo.
The Pretender God Chapt. 3 Pt. 3The twenty-two-year-old general and conqueror, Prince Cyneric Godwinson af Súrr, took his place at the Privy Council of his uncle, the aging King Cynewulf IV. The King sat at the head of the table, whilst an assortment of other ministers and advisors sat all about it. The King stood up, causing everyone else, including Cyneric to follow suit.
“I would like-,” The King began, before being interrupted by a violent fit of coughing. They stood patiently and waited for the fit to pass before the King, tall, broad shouldered and gray, began again. “As I was saying, I would like to introduce you all to my nephew, the “second” prince of Súrr and conquering general of the ruins. Tell us then, Your Highness, what news of the barbarians of the ruins? Please debrief the council.”
“Our recent summer campaign met with much success, Uncle,” The Prince replied.
The King frowned visibly and cleared his throat.
“I mean ‘Your Majesty,’
The Pretender God Chapt. 3 Pt. 1And after three days and an half the Spirit of life from God entered into them, and they stood upon their feet; and great fear fell upon them which saw them. (Revelation 11:11)
As the grey twilight betwixt night and first light covered the ruins of the Place of Ghosts, an eerie stillness seemed to shroud the entirety of the labyrinth of rock and twisted metal that was once a great metropolis of times long past. And as the ruin seemed now little more than a looming silhouette on a distant horizon, the remaining twelve men of the Pretender Prince, Cyneric, looked on in a mixture of fear and grief, lamenting the miserable turn of events which had stolen from them their comrades and their prince.
Some, now delivered from harm, took chance to sit where they stand as they, men hardened in the broil of battle, wept softly in grief, as many questions assaulted their strength of mind: Had their trials been for not? Had they come all this way in pursuit of a false dream? Had they left behind fam
The Pretender God Chap 2 Part 1And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast. (Revelation 13:3)
The evening drew into its eleventh hour as the party in celebration of Prince Cyneric Godwinson af Súrr continued on unabated into the night. The main hall of the royal court was gaily decorated with banners and bunting, specifically those depicting the coat of arms of the recently come-of-age prince; The coat of arms being a silver drake upon a black field, this design having been chosen by the young Cyneric for his sixteenth birthday.
The center of the hall was large and open, and at that moment various nobles and dignitaries were dancing in waltz about its area. Above the floor hung a large crystal chandelier, which was brilliantly lit with what appeared to be several dozen separate candles. The entire assortment of persons present were in moods of good humor, all that was, save for the guest of honor himself.
The young Prince Cyn
App: Silas Jefferson DixonName: Silas Jefferson Dixon
Group/Rank: Grimoire/1st Rank
Position: Benefactor, Spokesperson, Supplier. (Handles the group's shadier dealings)
Age: 166 (physically in his mid-late twenties)
Species and Lore: Hoodoo Man
First and foremost: Hoodoo ain’t Voodoo! While they have similar origins, names, and practices, the two also have many distinct differences, the most notable being that Voodoo is a religion (with churches, a hierarchy, and members who are not practitioners) whilst Hoodoo is just straight up magic, the only distinction between any two members being either a teacher-student relationship or skill level.
The origins of Hoodoo are not one-hundred percent clear. If you ask most practitioners, they will tell you the first “Hoodoo Man” (as they call themselves) was the Biblical figure of Moses. After all, the magic he used on pharaoh ranged from turning water to blood, raining frogs, turning his staff into a serpent, and su
Character Ref. CynericGENERAL
Name: Cyneric “the Pretender” Godwinson af Súrr
Weight: 190 lb
Build: Lean and muscular
Skin Tone: Fair
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Wardrobe: Despite his current exile, the Pretender Prince continues to bear the markings and clothing befitting of his station. Sporting a black waistcoat, trousers, and boots. Across his chest he wears a red sash, once symbolic of his office, and on his neck he wears a white cravat. Atop all this is a black coat, worn open and split in the tail for better movement. Atop his head he wears a wide brimmed black chevalier hat, with two large silver plumes. On his belt he wears a long sword made of fine steel (a rarity in the post-cataclysmic world, and something only the wealthiest may afford), a steel dagger, and a flintlock pistol and a small bag of lead balls and powder (his people have a preference towards firearms).
Presence: Cyneric holds himself with the pride and statur