in deepest hollow of our minds

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You enter a cavernous sandstone chamber. A wave of heat crashes into you, and sweat immediately begins to drip from your brow. The roof has decayed, and great shafts of sunlight fill the room. Dried, dead leaves litter the floor - fallen from the gapping holes in the roof. Frescos fill the walls, too faded to make out distinct images, but there are traces of golden and orange pigment in the grooves of the stone. The floor glows, almost too bright after the gloom of the forest. A dead vine crawls limply across the back wall - withered and dried from the lack of shade and the oppressive heat. At the end of the room, a gleaming copper chest sits atop a raised dais. It is unlocked. Within the chest is a small dagger in need of sharpening, an empty flask, a rusted key, and a spiked, metal crown. The metal of the crown is dull despite the overwhelming brightness of the room. You reach for it and immediately slice open your palm on the sharp edge of the band. A drop of blood lands on the golden velvet that cushions the chest.

Codex Entry: The Crown of The Sun

Material: Unknown metal +60% Critical hit damage bonus +60% Attack power +60% Increase in mana for mages +40% Mana regeneration for elves +20% Fire damage +20% Resistance to fire damage +10% Critical hit chance A spiked crown that mimics the rising sun above the head of the wearer. The metal is dull and lifeless with sharp edges which seem impossible not to cut oneself on. When worn, the dull metal begins to turn a rosy fired hue as though heated by flames. Slowly overheats the wearer's brain and causes blood loss through cuts and wounds where the crown touches the wearer. Can only be worn for a maximum of 300 seconds before death of the wearer. Causes irreversible damage at intervals before death of the wearer. After 60 seconds: Internal bleeding begins After 120 seconds: Nerve damage and loss of sensation in extremities begins After 240 seconds: Degradation of mobility in limbs begins For mage class: Wearer will hear a low voice encouraging the use of blood magic which increases the speed of blood loss. Blood loss will weaken the wearer but add +3% chance to cause spontaneous combustion in enemies.

You hear scrapping from the hallway outside of the chamber - like long claws being dragged across stone. The dagger may come in handy, but what about the crown?

You are faced with a choice. Do you:

⟡ Take the crown along with the other items

⟡ Leave the crown behind but take the other items

⟡ Take nothing

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Developer Notes Below!

for @evanurisweek

The two of them, Elgar’nan and Mythal, revel in their victory. Together in their power, together with the other spirits who have manifested, they have brought down their first Titan. The elves, in their triumph, have already set to work, tapping and breaking through the rock-hard exterior of the fallen Titan, carving into the veins to draw forth the glorious blue glow and potency of its blood - lyrium.

The elves have taken their fill of it, already planning for the next wave of spirits who wish to manifest, working with urgency and careful attention to carry the lyrium spilling forth back to their growing home, the foundation of the first dynasty they will raise in glory. Oh, the designs that Elgar'nan and Mythal have.

As the last elf leaves the site, bearing the final vessels filled with lyrium, Mythal and Elgar’nan remain behind, standing in the wake of it, staring upon their victory.

Read the rest on AO3 - Take Thy Victory, All Father and All Mother

Day 1 prompt: Elgar'nan

You wake. Everything aches.

The sharp tang of iron coats your tongue, and the thready beat of your pulse thrums along your neck.

With great effort you open your eyes, flinching from the blinding sun that filters through the canopy of leaves above. You roll to your side, and a flare of pain races along your spine. Your vision blurs. You blindly reach your hand out to brace against the tall object in front of you. Rough, textured, like bark. A tree? The shifting shadows and dappled sunlight flickering through the leaves makes your head spin. Nausea twists through your gut.

After a moment of labored breathing, your vision clears. Your eyes land on a scrap of parchment abandoned in the roots of the tree, crumpled and damp as though it was recently clenched in a sweaty grip. There is writing. The scrawled lines are blurred but still legible.

Come to the ruins. You will find what you seek there.

"What I seek?" you croak.

A flicker of recognition. The handwriting is familiar, yet your mind is a haze of emptiness and confusion. Where are you? And... who are you?

You stand, brushing leaves and sticks from your cloak. The fabric is worn at the seams, and the tattered ends sway in the breeze. A gust of wind slams into you, nearly toppling you to the ground. You twist, eyes squinting against the sun - one hand raised to shadow your face while the other braces your weight against the tree.

You stand near the edge of a cliff. Before you lies a valley so thickly forested that you cannot see the ground beneath the tree canopy. Across the valley your eyes catch on something, something nestled into the base of mountains and crawling up to the highest peak. Spindly structures - buildings - ebb and flow like vines along the face of the mountains. The jagged bones of decrepit towers pierce the sky along the crest of the mountains. Crumbling buildings on islands of stone halo the highest peak.

"The ruins," you murmur.

Your grip tightens around the note. The folds of the parchment fit neatly into the creases of your palm.

You are faced with a choice. Do you:

⟡ Descend into the valley

⟡ Discard the parchment note and abandon your journey

Developer Notes Below!

Sleepers Peace @copperboltsblog has suggested that the concept of the sculpture of the same name by Greet Desal would be great do with Henry and his animal companions - and I totally agree! So here's my take on it |06052026

Fandom: Kingdom Come: Deliverance Pairing: Hans Capon/Henry of Skalitz Rating: Explicit/Mature For Sir Hans Capon, the act of giving is arguably not a sin. But his curiosity gets the better of him and he asks Henry to try returning the deed. The problem now is that the two of them are playing a different game entirely...

Welcome back for more smut, silliness and brat!Hans in the bang every chapter Hansry longfic. Join from the start or dive into batch 3 of the new expanded chapters below!

Chapter 10. Whereby Sir Hans Capon takes a break from the main story to enjoy some DLC

Chapter 11. Whereby Sir Hans Capon receives an unfamiliar guest in the night

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"Teach me, eh?" Hans climbed over him, leveraging his weight to press Henry's body further into the ground and planting his lips against Henry's brow as he spoke. He traveled lower, a loving assault that ended just below his chin.

Commission Based on 'amor et virtus' by Nerdybirdnerd on AO3

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