Wyra'to the Coeurlkin

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Shaolin (2011)

Photographs taken during a trip by John D. Whiting and G. Eric Matson to the Cappadocia region of Turkey in October and November of 1935, on the request of the National Geographic Society.

Sepulchral cone at Mantcheani. Cappadocia, Turkey, 1887. 

Jet Li - Unleashed aka Danny The Dog (2005)

(Thankyou so much to @mafumafuriah for this wonderful piece, it’s so so so beautiful and really captures Wyra’to’s spirit as well as the reason for his title. It’s inspired me in a big way!!! Thankyou so much!!!!)

From his vantage point atop the Springs, Wyra'to could see for as far as he wanted - not that there ever WAS much to see beyond the endless expanse of sand and soot. This was the environment in which he had honed his craft, where he’d been broken down and reforged again and again until the result was deemed satisfactory. His former mentor was a forge master, his training regimen the flames. Prayer was the brine with which the weapon was quenched. Typically this place held memories of struggle and suffering, but this day marked a drastic departure from the norm. Off in the horizon was a beacon of sorts. New. Unfamiliar to him, an otherworldly purple light rising from the apex and burning bright enough to cut through daylight itself. Wyra'to did not know what it was, nor did he care to find out. It felt wrong. Even looking upon it filled him with a sense of unease, a lingering dread that pulled at the pit of his stomach. He’d faced foes far stranger than he could ever have imagined. Ahriman, bhoot, spirits and ghosts given form as well as the more usual assortment of lawless sorts. None of them brought him as much discomfort as this. The strangest thing about it was the shape. From this distance it seemed to shift and contort in ungainly jerks of twisted metal and otherworldly corruption, having sprouted from the ground itself rather than having been constructed by the hands of men. Dread soon gave way to disgust, and disgust to contempt. Likely another beastman scheme, he thought. Another desperate ploy by the great enemy in service of their false idols and masters. It was not his place to strike it down, nor would he attempt to. It was too far within Amalj'aa territory, too dangerous. He was not blessed like some others he had heard of, those who could resist whatever dark magics twisted the minds of men within those realms. Instead, all he could do was observe. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

Shaolin Tai Chi

Jacky Wu Jing, Xing Yu - Shaolin (2011)

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The Lightning Fang is recruiting! We are looking to take on a few more students who would be interested in taking up the mantle of the Monkhood, combining both martial arts training with an education in the spiritual and religious side of the Fist of Rhalgr. The school offers a minimum of two classes per week with an eye towards slow burn, long term character development. Click on the carrd and have a look through everything we have to offer, you can be either a complete beginner to the path or somebody with existing experience who is seeking to return to the fold. If this is something you’d be interested in, drop me a message via discord on nothing,nowhere.#8934 or alternatively message me here. Thanks, and hopefully see you soon!