soundtrack as you lead your kingdom to war ♛【dark royalty playlist】
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- soundtrack as you lead your kingdom to war ♛【dark royalty playlist】
war royal core aesthetic bgm/songs ♛ epic cinematic fantasy music 
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【timestamps + notes】
♛ [00:01] 1: claim your weapons (christian reindl ft. atrel)
♛ [03:04] 2: all the king's men (the rigs)
♛ [07:43] 3: into the fire (christian reindl ft. lløren)
♛ [10:54] 4: empire of our own (raign)
♛ [14:11] 5: reign (tommee profitt ft. anna graceman)
♛ [18:13] 6: casualty (hidden citizens ft. quinn lewis)
♛ [22:45] 7: soldier (fleurie)
♛ [26:30] 8: gallows (katie garfield)
♛ [30:52] 9: empires (ruelle)
♛ [34:34] 10: as we fall (klergy)
this playlist
has been on my mind for a while now; i really wanted a playlist about war with dark royalty vibes! in this playlist, i tried to capture a shift of emotions from a more epic and motivational beginning, to more glory and accomplishment, which then transforms into darker feelings as one realizes what evils they've caused, yet they still try to move on and on--ending on a note about the inevitable frailty of human life.
hope you enjoy listening!
This is a beautiful Playlist 🎵🎶🎧❤ thank you for putting this together
incredible playlist, you've put this together masterfully. THANK YOU
6lì
EPIC Playlist and so timely for the current zeitgeist. I consider this time as the time of the battle of the egregores or timelines if you will. As we finish out the 8th underworld by the Mayan Time Science where we were developing Ethics. Psychological Ethics vs Noological Ethics- which to one collapsed within Psychological Ethics the battle of Virtue vs Vices is prominent. And approach the final 9th underworld where we are developing conscious co-creation which the Aries Eclipse will be HUGE in ushering in as we prepare for war with our gangs...
Let's be honest , all of us were imagining ourselves in a epic battle.
Come with me my fellow adventurer and lets win this battle!
*"You may be the ruler of this land. But I shall never bow before a false king that uses the bones of his allies nor will bend my will to an crazy tyrant that only leaves blood-stained steps at his wake."*
omg love this
wow where's this from
@@elena-mx7dg
I don't know why but I have a feeling it's from Lord of The Rings.
I love this
I ask permission to translate this dialogue into Indonesian and include it in my short story
You look out across the battlefield and see the vast army of the enemy slowly advancing. You tighten your grip on your sword's hilt; your heart is pounding in your chest so hard that it feels like it's sinking. You feel like you should be crying, screaming, or shaking so hard you can barely stand. You aren't doing any of these things, though. For some reason, you feel perfectly calm. It's as if there's a wall between you and your emotions, blocking out the fear and terror and anticipation you know is coursing through your veins.
Your palms are sweaty; your throat is dry. The armour you wear is heavy and uncomfortable; you don't feel prepared at all. Despite this, you do not complain. What right do you have to complain, when in just a few moments, you and your subjects will be forced to fight for your lives, your freedom? They do not complain, and neither shall you.
Energy buzzes beneath your skin, ready to burst forth at any moment; your breathing is already heavy and laboured. People are going to die in this final battle; your people. You are leading these people to their deaths, and there is nothing you can do about it but lead them the best you can so that as many of your men as possible makes it through alive. You cannot turn back, cannot forfeit or give up this war, because if you do your country shall be destroyed. This battle must happen, and you must win it because there is no other option.
You are only sixteen and commanding an army, leading seven-hundred troops into battle. You have only been sitting on the throne for three weeks. Your coronation was hasty and last minute; the king had died in battle, and three days later you were sitting in his throne in full ceremonial dress with his too-big-crown upon your head. You weren't even supposed to inherit the crown, being the king's twelfth child, but all your older siblings are dead and the eldest after you is only eleven years old. You have none of the training needed to rule a country or command an army, and the only knowledge of fighting you have is what you bribed the castle guards into teaching you. The odds are stacked against you. Your chances of walking out of this in one piece are low, but for your brother, who is only eleven and is much too young to ever have to think about marching into battle, you must.
You tug on the reins of your steed; she turns to face the massive army behind you. Determination courses through your veins, and you shout.
"I must be honest with you, my warriors!" Your voice rings out over the masses, "I am only sixteen, and I have no formal training. I know not how to command an army, and I barely know how to wield my sword. I am afraid. Nay, I am terrified, and I am most likely not going to come out of this alive. There are those of you among us who are in much of the same position as I am."
The crown murmurs amongst itself, and your general looks to you in dismay, but you are not yet finished.
"Despite this, my friends, I shall not turn tail and flee. My country needs me; my people need me; my family needs me. Despite our abysmal odds, I will not fail you. I will march into this battle with my head held high, and I shall fight with all I have."
The murmuring becomes more confident, more agreeable. You continue, braver and louder.
"I cannot fight alone. I ask you this: despite all your misgivings, will you fight too? Will you lay your lives on the line and not turn back, no matter how the tides turn? Will you fight until your last breath alongside me, knowing that you might not come back alive?"
You raise your sword up, the metal glinting in the sunlight. "Will you follow me into battle, on foot and upon mighty steeds, for your country, your people, your families, as I do my very best to lead you?"
The army roars in agreement as one body and soul. They raise their weapons and wave their flags, scream their hearts out and desperately call your name. Your hearts beat as one, and you feel love fill you up, burning into your soul. These are your people, and they will willingly march to their demise to support you. Tears well in your eyes, but you blink them back. You look to your general, and he smiles proudly. You give him a watery smile back and then turn once again to your people and roar along with them.
Then, you turn to face the enemy. You lift your blade higher and call out with all your strength.
"READY YOUR WEAPONS!"
The time for battle is almost upon you all. You send a prayer to whoever is listening; if anyone is listening. You slam your faceguard down and adjust your grip on the hilt. Your palms are still sweaty; your throat is still dry. Your armour still feels heavy and uncomfortable. Your heart is still beating hard enough to slam straight out of your chest. You still feel like you should be crying, screaming or shaking so hard you can barely stand. You are still sixteen and a sovereign ruler commanding an army. You are still terrified and not ready at all. You still have your people behind you, but you know now that they are ready to follow you through anything. The energy that was buzzing beneath your skin is now burning just below the surface. You are not prepared, but you will fight anyways; for your people.
"CHARGE!" You scream, and all at once, you rush forward towards the battlefield.
These are your people, this is your country, and you are ready to die for them.
That was truly beautiful
this is absolutely amazing! 👏👏 your style is absolutely engaging, and i enjoyed the read so much
@@yuecubed Aw shucks, your compliments really mean the world to me. Your playlists are incredibly fun to write to, they give me lots of inspiration! I really enjoy listening to them, thanks so much for making them
I loved it!! And of course we all need the continuation.
You are amazing!! I love this sooo much.
"Love is a dagger. 🗡️ It's a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It's beautiful until it makes you bleed. But ultimately when you reach for it, it isn't real" --Loki & Sylvie
"Or maybe it is?" -- me
Thank you for this playlist again, yue g..muchooo luvvvvv. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
ushasha g thank youuu 🥰 love ya as alwayssssss 🤗💕💕 your support always means the absolute world to meeeee :lovehug:
"Love is a trick nature plays on us to get us to reproduce. I want no part in it."
-Callisto, Xena: Warrior Princess
Born without a heart
Cold and ruthless
The monster has come back
To take back what belonged to her
Now wait and watch
Watch as your world crumbles
And she rises
Rises like the rising sun
Crowned in winter glory
And bathed in summer spirit
The season of war is coming
This is grand on a scale... it just kind of encapsulates some of my feelings about the end of the year, oddly enough
aww i totally feel what you mean!!
He stood quietly among the masses, feeling his blood rush in his ears. Corpses upon corpses littered beneath his feet. Their masses all forming together in one blob of disgusting flesh that rotted under the hot sun. Birds flew overhead, their soft calls warning one to turn away from the grisly sight. All of this… all of this and for what? Who ever dreamed that war would be glorious? That it would be full of victories? War was like a child’s dream… so lovely to imagine… and yet so horrifying to witness. He tried to move away from the masses, but his body lurched as his foot caught in the cavity of one soldier’s open chest. He glanced down, the sweat on his chin slowly falling until it dripped every so slightly down… and directly onto the ashen face of death that starred back at him. He swallowed thickly as he pulled his foot away with effort, his heavy armor having a difficult time in doing so. The stretch, the horrid stench as it pulled. It could only be the stench of death. And the sound! Oh nay the sound! Like meat being pounded down upon, the flesh ripping under the force of his pull. He felt sickened to his stomach as the crunch of bones echoed again.
How funny it was… that war was viewed in such a way. That it was seen as something that was pawned off for great victories. He had been told of courageous youngsters leading battalions into the fray and staring straight into the eyes of death. He had heard the tales of knights slaying beings that did not belong in their territories. Everything… it was always told to him in such a way that promised glory… promised delight. This was not anything like that.
He turned his head, forcing himself to look away from the mound of flesh before him… from the bloodied river stained red… but he truly could not escape this morbid view… not as the corpses continued to spread.
Oh the noises… the hellish noises! The sounds of men crying, aching, screaming for someone, anyone to come and rescue them! For someone to help them! To save them! To deliver them from this pestilence that stalked at their feet, whispering of only doom and despair! Oh the horses! The horses screaming in that high pitched sound that begged for mercy! For compassion! For love! But where was that here? It was nowhere to be found.
“Fools… all of them fools…”
He only uttered those few words as he gazed around at the scene… as his ears rang with the symphony of disaster and broken dreams. How many had to die? How many had to sacrifice themselves for this foolish practice called war?! How many had to romanticize it?! How many boys and girls, only young lads and ladies, had to sell their souls to this devil of dread?! How many had to die?! How many needed to be sacrificed to feed this beast of unsatisfied hunger?!
He turned his head slightly to the right and then to the left, the smoke slowly clearing enough for him to see another army on the horizon… perhaps led by some heroic being who believed themselves to be the new lord of this land… to be the savior.
What a thing to dream for… for the death of your enemy… and the life of your own. War was not a fantasy… it never would be.
oh my gosh the emotions in this piece 😭😭😭 i love it, thank you so much for this beautiful story
* stands slowly *
* claps *
* continues clapping *
* clapping intensifies.... *
how beautifully said.
First song makes me think of one of my characters. The entire story has been told through her until now, where she's died, something that because of what she is was supposed to be unachievable. She was an Eternal, in my writing there's mortals- finite lifespan, will die, can become immortals, immortals- have an infinite lifespan but can die, rarely can become mortal and finally, Eternals- infinite lifespans and can never die, they're extremely rare and are often Divine (the gods in my story) but not all are. Well, my MC managed to 'switch' with her lover, whom was doomed to a fate he did not want. Well, when it became clear nothing they tried would work, she found a way to trade her Eternal status for his immortality and make him Eternal and her immortal. The only way for this to fully take effect was if she died, otherwise he could still die and she would become Eternal once more. So that's what she did. She gave her life futilely trying to kill another Divine, whom only her lover, who was also a Divine like she was, could kill. The problem was he was much weaker and in a state of grief after his brother was killed rather recently, which is what ruined their last way of trying to save Tyler. He'd merged with another Divine, Angel's other lover, it was a mistake but it turned out to be a good one, but since Resurrection and Tyler (who were Ichor in their merged states) didn't kill another Divine, they could be pulled apart, and the thing that did that was the death of Tyler's older half brother. (Also for further clarification, all gods exist in my story, I just made my own to play around with, so like the greek and roman, and egyptian, christianity, ect those gods and more exist, just the Divines are the ones I write with).
So, Angel sacrifices herself, she didn't have much issue with this as she'd not cared if she lived or died for over 9 thousand years by this point, and when she learned why she never did was due to being Eternal (learned around 6 thousand years ago), it destroyed some part of her. Especially when Tyler and her angered the Divine, Fate and she changed Tyler's fate to be where he has no afterlife at all upon one of his deaths and there was no way for them to know when this would happen. Angel knew Tyler being there was the one thing that constantly kept her on the path of sanity, especially after meeting another Eternal, a Divine named Magdha who watches over the Underworld, where dead Divines go to prey upon one another for all Eternity. Magdha tells Angel "All Eternals shall fall upon the same fate, there's no escape, no way out. When everything you've cared about is gone. Sooner or later, we all go mad." Magdha had seen many others lose their minds over time, and constantly fears losing her own, she's seen how devastating it is for an Eternal to go mad, especially since they tend to be extremely powerful. She's seen the lengths they've taken to try to escape Eternity, but of course, because of their nature, they can't. It especially hurts Magdha to see Angel, since she's nowhere near as old as Magdha, but struggles so much with her own Eternity. Being an Eternal is honestly Angel's worst nightmare, it's the opposite of anything she ever wanted, which is peace, something her life has never offered her, and being Eternal will garuntee she never has.
So when Tyler is faced with his own worst nightmare when his fate is changed, she does all she can to help him. He's her tether to her own sanity. When she sees her opening to give them both something they'd never get otherwise, she took it. Even if it came at tricking Tyler for it.
When he awakens and finds her no longer in bed next to him, the dream he'd had with her in it talking to him, where she convinced him to switch themselves around, he panics. But he gets to her too late, and trying to save her by killing the other Divine, whom he's still too weak to face (he's already injured from their last encounter where he was taken off guard when being shown his brother was dead just before the attack), he gets dealt a mortal wound, but not before also dealing one to the other Divine. He makes his way over to where Angel is sitting, crying quite a bit. She both wants what's about to happen at the same time she suddenly is also at odds with her instinct for survival, she doesn't want to die at the same time she does. But she knows it's too late.
Tyler then tells her, to just take his life, kill him before his wound does and she can take his Divine essence and be healed. She refuses, saying the other Divine wouldn't be able to be killed anymore, since it has to be Tyler who takes it's life, and it's a massive danger to just take away the only way to kill it. She tells him to take hers instead, and he refuses, saying maybe the other Divine will die before either of them and then he could consume it's essence and then heal her. She tells him there's no way that will happen, as she's bleeding out, and if she dies, Tyler still is Eternal, but he won't be able to do anything for a long while if the other Divine takes her essence and strength. Eventually, Tyler listens to her, aware that either way, its her that needs to die. As she sits in his lap, they have their last moments. Angel places a knife against her heart and wraps Tyler's hand around it. She kisses him as she guides his hand when she's ready, pulling the knife back before he shoves it into her heart. She can see the pain in his eyes, over 10,000 years of love, that began when they were kids, being ended. In her last moments, there's a lot she's wanting to say, but instead, kisses him again, opening her mind to him, letting all her thoughts, feelings, and memories running through her flow into him. He literally feels the moment she dies as it all suddenly stops flooding him and her mind goes silent. "I love you's, sorry's and thank you's" being among some of the last things she was wanting to get through to him.
As he consumes her essence, it's one of the wrongest things in his life he's ever done, later describing it and saying he wanted it to stop the whole time, that he could feel how wrong it was to now be Eternal. He rises from her body and turns towards the other Divine that's trying to get onto it's legs again, Tyler grabs a spear and using both his and Angel's power combined kicks the Divine back down (this thing is massive, it's almost dragon like in it's appearance). He climbs atop it's head and stabs the spear through it's head, killing it and taking it's essence. He then slowly makes his way to Angel's body which has shifted back into her birth form, a wolf, and lifts up her massive body and sits with her in his lap before slowly breaking down.
At her funeral, after Tyler lights fire to her pyre, Fate shows up. He as well as his and Angel's surviving children immediately become hostile to her. Fate refuses to leave, instead staring Tyler down in fury until he turns into his wolf form and begins shakily stepping towards her, an angry, ugly snarl coming from him. When his stillness turns into a full-on attack, Fate tries to run, but fails to get far from the extremely angry and upset Tyler. Showing up at Angel's funeral was the last thing she should have ever done, and after being chased down and killed by a now feral Tyler, when he eventually comes out of being feral, he beheads her body and tosses it into the fire saying "so that War and Glory can find you easier" referring to the two Divines Angel was. When he later goes to find her soul, he does find the parts of her that were War and Glory in the Underworld, as well as Fate who is now being hunted by them and others. Magdha says she doesn't know where Angel's soul could be if not in her own realm of Evermore, which was the first place Tyler looked. He even checked his mother's realm, which now belongs to Angel's twin sister Brenna, which is Nevermore. Brenna said she hasn't seen or felt her soul anywhere near Nevermore. So Tyler keeps searching, even going to his daughter, Adelaide who is also possessed by his mother, Detchris, where they hold up the Pillars of Existence and asks if they can feel her anywhere, and they say no, which makes her loss hit him all over again. He fears what should have been his fate became hers partially (partially because her Divines have an afterlife).
When he eventually gives up, content with the fact that at least her Divine sides have an afterlife, he returns to where he buries her charred bones. He finds Fate's skull as well and ends up putting it on his mantle, not letting her be buried with Angel. He marks her grave with a large stone, carved on in the Shapeshifter tongue, which is an enchantment tying him to her grave, meaning should anyone try to mess with it, he'll know immediately. As he sits by it, leaving her offerings, praying over her, ect, eventually a cult shows up. They'd worshipped Angel before she died, and now wish to resurrect her, at all costs. Tyler won't allow them, instead he's been sitting by her grave in his wolf form, which is massive, and has been guarding her grave. When the cultists show up and try to remove him from the grave, he attacks, demanding they let her rest. They refuse and continue to antagonize him and even try to perform their ritual with him there. After days of trying to not harm them more than he'd done when they first tried to kill him, he gives them one last warning. They're aware of who he is at this point but refuse to listen. Instead, they try to use magic to keep him in place, but he's too strong, allowing Tyler to tear into them, killing all the cultists there as he turns feral. He ends up earning the nickname "Maneater" from others in the cult who stop trying to go near the grave and are waiting for him to vacate her grave. When he does leave, he's had his younger half brother stay at the grave, nothing more intimidating than a massive, ballista proof dragon. If Rashnaka isn't available he asks one of his children, who always are willing to protect their mother's well-earned eternal rest.
This is just one of the many things that happens in the aftermath of her death. There's also Tyler and the others grief, learning to navigate a life without her, and also just the fact that an Eternal is now dead, and an immortal is now Eternal, it's simply a thing that was never meant to happen and should never have been. Tyler also has developed a lot of survivor's guilt and has dreams nightly about their last moments before they switched places, and in the day, his mind constantly is plagued by the memories of her last moments and her in his arms as she died. His 3rd youngest son also has his own issues with his mother's death, with the things she did, including during a period where she lost touch with reality, killing his boyfriend on accident only to resurrect him later on, and his strained relationship he had with his mother. His eldest sister also has mixed feelings about their mother's death, and their own relationship. Tyler also has a lot of anger about the situation and how it came to be, anger directed at Angel.
I'm sorry if this was boring for anyone to read. Or confusing, there's so much more that ties into the moment where she dies, but I can't possibly tell it all here. I haven't even gotten the first book cleaned up and finished up (draft 1 is done) which is 10,000 years before this moment and following the two in their extreme youth's, before their world got so big, before things got so messy, but things were still terrifying and confusing and unknown to them. I'm only currently at the part in writing where they're falling in love, the truth of the Divines unknown to them and their own nature unknown, before their Divine Blood activated, before Tyler was aware he was the result of his father's affair with Detchris, the patron of shapeshifters, which is what he himself is, as is Angel. Before Angel was aware that her mother and father were hunted down and attacked (and currently she believes killed) because they were Divines on Earth and some people didn't think they belonged there, when all they wanted was peace. Before Angel came upon Caius, an Ancient shapeshifter (shapeshifters 10,000 years or older) who was the one that attacked her and her family, making her an orphan, and seperating her from her twin sister. (When Caius learns she's still alive, he loses it and goes all out after her, it leads in her near death, which is the first time where she goes through something that SHOULD have killed her, and where it should have been clear to others like the ruling Ancients, that she was an Eternal, not immortal, instead she comes through it, thinking her goddess, Detchris kept her alive and is PISSED because she told her not to interfere in her life anymore. Even Nightmare, who unbeknowest to her is her great grandfather, whom is an Original and trapped inside her head, as he's earthbound, does not know why she stayed alive. When he does find out he had a son be born after he was killed and earth bound, he follows his family line, and when the last of the bloodline that earthbound him dies, he ends up tying himself to Angel when she's in the womb, who is the soon to be daughter of his son's son. It goes Nightmare-Morkane-Xavier-Angel basically. She doesn't even know he's her great grandfather, just that she's stuck with him. When Angel eventually dies, because of something they'd done that partially undid Nightmare's earthbinding, he becomes fully unbound. It also leaves him with a lot of mixed emotions, he'd wanted to not be earthbound anymore since the moment it happened to him, it was a violation of his soul, he'd dedicated all of Angel's life to protecting her until he came to the realization, she was Eternal and told her. He'd wanted this, but had become content with being earthbound since it was clear he would be like that for eternity due to Angel being his host. He'd not even want to be unbound at the cost of her life had that been an option before they found out she was Eternal. Now here he is, with all the freedom in the world, but without his great granddaughter, who he'd become attached to, had been part of her entire life and been through so much with her.) When Nightmare was partilly unbound, it made it to where he didn't have to be inside Angel's head anymore, he could roam in his own body, but should he be killed, he'd still be tethered to her and thus go back to being an entity inside her head that could take control of her body and turn into his wolf form (which was over 12 ft tall) and use his powers. He could even share with Angel and they could use their power together, until Angel came more and more into her own and began her path as a Divine, and power Nightmare could not use despite being close to being Divine, but since he was created from Detchris's magic, he couldn't be one.
I hope this all makes sense. Sorry, I'm gonna stop now. 😅
I did forget, one of the lines that stands out after Angel dies is from Tyler. He's met this woman who he's slowly falling for, but is still grieving and when they're having a very personal talk, he finally tells her how he feels about Angel, how badly it hurts. One of the lines he says is "10,000 years is a long time to love just one person". (He was monogamous but Angel was polyamorous, she didn't meet Ressurection, another Divine, until she was around 4,000-5,000 years old, she was also pansexual while Tyler is straight, back when she was exploring her sexuality and if she was polyamorous, she had a fling with her best friend whom during her split from reality thousands of years later, she ended up killing, Jessica's death pulled her back and shocked and hurt her a lot, she tried to bring Jess back but was unable to, I am thinking maybe she eventually gets brought back with Jess and doesn't know her past, but her and Jess are drawn to each other, and Jess tells her "I can't help but feel something bad happens between us" referring to their past lives where Angel killed her, mistaking her as an enemy, as she also did to their vampire friend, Mackenzie. But I don't know if there will be any 'coming back' for Angel or Jess, and if there is it would be an alternate reality for them perhaps or very brief until Angel regained her memories as Tyler begins realizing something is wrong with himself, and when she regains her memories, she takes her own life again, and her new parents take her body to where her original is buried and have Tyler help them bury her after they have a traditional shapeshifter funeral, just the small group of them, and the new Jessica.)
"It's time my queen" her loyal servant commanded. "Get ready soldiers, it's not going to be an easy battle" the queen replied. Another servant continued, "My queen, are you confident that we will win and make it out alive?" The queen gave a fierce chuckle with a sassed grin, "My name isn't Queen Victoria for nothing."
There was silence.....followed by the stampede of her soldiers grabbing swords, bow and arrows, daggers, the whole thing.....while this was taking place she went to her room, looked at herself in the mirror and began," I will fight, I will lead, I will do what's right for my KINGDOM, the kingdom of Naila, I will lead my kingdom to victory for I am Queen Victoria the great!" She grabbed her suit, it's was white signifying her purity and good for her kingdom with a black cloak that screamt pain, sacrifice and destruction. She wasn't going down easy and neither were her soldiers. She then slowly opened her drawer, "My old friend," she says as she picks up her sword. It was as old as time, passed on from generation after generation, it was used to protect the kingdom over and over and it never yet failed. It's loyalty was one more than a servant.
As she lead her army into war, tears flowed down her eyes knowing she was about to loose some of her great soldiers and servants.... knowing that she may even loose herself but she lead with her head up high, higher than the clouds for all was on her shoulders..
'Craaack, Rumble' the thunder went, not a blink of an eye, not a loud breath, it was silent until.....the other kingdom, the kingdom of Hazelwick appeared. With that, it began. The battle!
As bodies dropped to the ground from both sides she walked down the path as nothing bothered her, yes they were soldiers from the other kingdom trying to attack her as she walked but she simply killed them all with her sword, not a care in the world for them because her main target was the King, the one who wants to takeover and bring her kingdom to the ground for he took reign of all the other kingdoms and he thinks a woman should not rule......She jumped in to slice him with her sword but without even blinking his eyes, he snapped at her, 'sling' was the sound heard as she got sliced on her face and fell to the ground. Blood flowed down like a river, she touched it and it reminded her of the battle her father fought near the Kalson river and won. She got back up and went at him again yet she missed and landed on some dangerously, daggered rocks, as she touched where she was in pain, it reminded her of the stories that were fought and won by her kingdom in the Deathen Mountains. She got back up again but.....fell back down. He was approaching her, he was going to end her. " Is this the end, am I going to go down like this?" He raised his sword to execute her and that's when she yelled " I am not going to loose today, not today not at all!" She shielded herself and knocked him down. She jumped into him and stabbed him in his chest. As she pulled out her sword, blood sweet blood was dripping, like that time she stood in the rain thinking about her destiny, about her reasoning but it wasn't over, he got back up and the both battled ferociously. Her soldiers dropping like flies, she couldn't do anything about it except end the king. He snapped at her again and she took a painful fall to the ground.
He looked at her and yelled," You are not worthy of being a queen, your fathers before you battled my kingdom and they a won, not this time....princess."
With that she gathered all her strength, the power was running through her veins, her eyes gleamed and she screamed, " I AM QUEEN VICTORIA THE GREAT" and with that she ran towards him, jumped in and sliced of his head...........
His head rolled towards her feet. She stared at it while breathing heavily, picked it up and yelmed to the battle field," I, QUEEN VICTORIA, ENDED THE KING OF HAZELWICK, THE BATTLE IS OVER AND THE VICTORY GOES TO MY KINGDOM, THE KINGDOM OF NAILA!" With that the soldiers of HAZELWICK fled and her remaining soldiers cheered, tears came back to her eyes as she stood upon the highest rock when she saw hundreds of her soldiers, dead, bled out on the black cold ground. With that she said to herself," A victory I have gained and made my father and the other Kings proud but with the loss of my fellow soldiers and servants.........how can a victory be a true victory."
You sit on the throne, wearing a heavy gown, and a crown which feels even heavier. Your subjects look at you with hopeful eyes.
You feel sick, face pale, sweat rolling down your neck as you are deep in labyrinth of your mind. Thoughts running through your mind by the speed of light. How can you lead your people to a war that is sure to end in destruction and doom? How can you be the announcer of ruin that is to follow?
You cling to every foolish possiblity to prevent the war. But you know, you know a bit too well that what was decided years ago can't be prevented. You know you have to think with a rulers brain. So you do.
Taking a deep breath, with a voice harder than steel, you let it echo throughout the hall. "If battle is needed, then a battle shall be."
As soon as those words were uttered you walked out of room, your back painfully straight.
You knew then you didn't have much days to live along with many others.......
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...as the queen patiently awaits her king...in what seems the darkest of nights...thy heart aches with kindled love...awaiting that hint of the light 11:11
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Pain; destruction; desolation: frantic cries and screams echoed through the blood-stained, cobbled streets. Civilians, soldiers, enemies- no one was spared from the battle that commenced.
Fire rose above the renaissance-styled buildings, their nimble structures collapsing with every fire of artillery that hit.
People were dying right in front of his eyes, but did Edern Van Cordis care? Outside, no. Inside, however, his heart had shattered into shards from the eternal pressure that had been placed on him. He was Atlas without immortality. A powerless being with the weight of the world on his shoulders. These were his people, he vowed to defend them. Yet still, his grey, judging eyes still seemed apathetic.
"My lord, sir! We're down three hundred!" A frantic voice shouted from beside his formal figure amidst all the chaos.
Edern turned towards the general, ignoring the fumes of metallic blood and dirt that radiated off from him.
"Attack further. Utilise the element of surprise. I don't care what happens, as long as we regain control. This is our territory."
Gunshots blasted. Bombs exploded. People screamed. No matter what went on, they kept fighting. Even as the army approached closer and closer to the stone village walls, even as the numbers of their own army significantly decreased with every waking moment.
Manically, a woman cackled while situated above an elegant mare, her matted ginger hair shaking as she rode closer. Her pale, blood-splattered skin no longer stood out in the orange landscape.
Edern stood tall as his few soldiers cowered. "Where's your monarchs, Ebrel? No General leads an entire batallion into a war that they are likely to win."
Ebrel smiled, a horrifying, evil smirk with targeting eyes. "Let's just say, I'm the Empress now... Kings and Queens are so outdated. When I take your lands, I'll be sure to rid every single 'royal' thing here. Starting with your father and palace. I think red suits it very nicely, don't you?"
Edern clenched his teeth. She had already taken his mother, he couldn't take his father as well, no matter how much he hated him.
"Awwwww... I'm sorry, little Eddie." Edern flinched at the nickname, "Did I upset you? I forget it was your brother-in-law who started the war. Well, here's something. You won't have to worry about him for much longer." She smirked and waved her hand towards a carriage.
Ebrel's soldiers fiercley unlocked the carriage door, and out fell a tanned brunette, gagged at the mouth, hands and feet tied. His emerald eyes darted towards Edern, begging for freedom. Edern didn't look towards him. It was his fault he was there in the first place.
Ebrel looked at her nails, almost bored at her opposition's reaction. "I recommend you wave your white flag and surrender, Edern. You're smart, eh? You should know that this war is the textbook definition of a losing battle."
His eyes darted amongst his people. All were weary, pleading for help. The streets were caked in blood, dirt, debris: for a minute, Edern genuinely considered giving up.
'No', he told himself, 'That isn't the Van Cordis way.'
He looked towards Ebrel, and swiftly, whistled a kind of command. Suddenly, thousands of cavalry lurched forward from behind the village walls and shadows. Ebrel lurched back in surprise, but swiftly regained control.
Edern laughed, "You really want to play that game, Ebrel? If you don't retreat and surrender yourself, you aren't just at war with the Kraatszingdom anymore. No, you're at war with the Maagnellians, too."
~An extract from the first climax of the first novel in my duology that I'm currently writing.
ohhhhhh dang! Great characterization!
PoV: Nami stood, staring out over the bleak landscape. It was spitting snow, as her mother used to say many years ago. It was not enough to hide the scars on the ground from the fires that had been ignited, the blood and ashes of hundreds. It had been a clash of the titans indeed, and she wondered how she was still standing to look at it.
Gareth and Lea were gone. They had taken their leave quickly. There were many things that one or both of them would have to settle -- things that none of them had broken, but would be required to correct. To mend...
"I am so tired," she whispered. Images of the young that had been lost -- the generation that was going to move them forward having met their destiny... though not passively for once. Those on the bottom, the mistreated and those taken for granted had risen up for Gareth and Lea.
The old order was dead... and what would replace it? So few now...
But didn't it have to be done? Though the night is beautiful, it only shows in contrast to the sun and the borrowed glory of the moon. William's grand design meant to impose some order on the chaos... it couldn't have been the right way and the right person, could it?
Nami sighed. "I know you are there," she said aloud.
Kassandra walked forward, and Nami touched her shoulder gently. "You should be with Lea."
"Gareth told me I could take the time off," Kassandra said. "I think he wanted to ... be the one to watch over her for a while. None of us really know what she went through with William."
"I think we can all guess," Nami said. "She knew what she was getting into. She's a clever lady."
Kassandra looked outside and whistled. "Gareth called in some favors, I see."
Nami shrugged. "I think the Guardians finally realized what was at stake. No favors requested or given."
"Do you... do you ever wonder if you will know...," Kassandra cut herself off. "Never mind."
"Go on," Nami said.
Kassandra stared out of the window. "How are we supposed to know when... it is time to ... move on?"
Nami chuckled softly. "Regretting your devil's bargain already?"
"Not necessarily," Kassandra said. "Just... the idea of fighting so hard for this ... existence, would you call it? Seeing all the changes, losing so many... how do you not end up like William?"
"The fact that you are concerned with the answer implies that you won't end up that way. It is when you know in your heart that you know the answers to everything, there are no more questions... that is truly when it should be over."
"How many questions do you have left?"
"Only a few," Nami replied. " But they should last me a few more years at least."
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@@yuecubed thank you, your work is always inspiring. I appreciate the kind words. :)
I'm currently writing a fantasy story, and i've been procrastinating on this one battle scene so hopefully this helps. lovely playlist btw, never fail to impress !!
I'm also writing a fantasy story, and this is a great playlist. :)
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I love your playlists. They keep me sane while I’m working from home and need noise
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Dark royalty playlist? That didn't sound appealing to me, but I clicked on it, expecting to politely listen for few minutes and then move on. But no! This was excellent - thumbs up.
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Yesss new playlist for when doing some reading
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“Haven’t you heard? There’s a new ruler of this kingdom.” I declared, staring at the so-called king.
He scoffed, “And who exactly would that be? You? You’re nothing but a little girl playing soldier.” He could barely speak straight from all the alcohol he had consumed earlier.
“Says the king who can’t keep a crown on his head. You have lost. Give your throne to me and the gods will spare you.” I said with a deadly tone, no longer having the patience for jokes.
“As if I would give my throne to a whore.” He yelled, now swaying. I smirked as he became unstable and fell to his knees.
“That’s too bad. I was going to give you the cure to the poison when you agreed to give me your throne but I guess that’s not happening anytime soon.” The king looked up at me confused. “Oh, didn’t you know? I poisoned the wine you had earlier.”
He looked at me with such fear that it was truly amusing. He begged and begged for me to spare him. For the gods to spare him. I let him go on until I got bored.
I sighed as I walked over to the kneeling king. “Pathetic.” I muttered, before slitting his throat. I watched as the blood spilled down his throat, with such relief that I had finally won.
“Guards! Get this trash out of here and have somebody come and clean this blood. I have coronation to attend to.”
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Oh ya here we go fanlinly music to work out to
Walking through this fiery hell comes out the ringing sun and now this has been great to have showed me that I was born with this badminton but now adays this styel of music tells all that needs to be said
Could the song titles be shared, please?
Beautiful soundtrack ❤🎧🎶🎵
timestamps have been posted! sorry, im a bit slow at typing 🙏
Ry could not protect her family when she was one of them. Now, as she held a bloodied sword to their necks, her frown eased and her lips arched in satisfaction. Now, she could save them.
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Icarus's smirk falters, eyes widening minutely as she struggles to keep her emotions hidden. Her general has fallen. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't apart of her plan. She sees her brother, sword dripping with blood. She snarls like an animal, eyes practically glowing with rage. She will not kill her brother, though. She still cares for him. But the idiots who dare target her general will die.
She turns to her remaining army, raising her own sword. "Charge." She commands. Her voice is soft and sweet, but her people know better. She is angry, and an angry Icarus is a terrifying one. If they succeed, the enemy is decimated. If they fail, the enemy is annihilated brutally. Either way the enemy dies. But they love their queen. They don't want to disappoint her.
Her army yells and charges the enemy. She laughs darkly. They were fools to go against her.
red queen vibes...
This is a great compilation and would you remove the ads maybe...killing the vib bad
Omg I just saw that the map is a map of Skyrim! haha
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hi hi! I was wondering if I could use these playlists as music for my story that I'm writing! I'll be sure to give full credits to you ofc!
I am very literally drawing a warrior princess right now
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The War for Arendelle was perhaps the most climactic peak of tension between the kingdom and its relations with the Southern Isles. Little did Prince Hans know about the capabilities of the post-apocalypse survivors that the queen had invited onto her lands from another world. The moment she permitted to allow them a place to live was a moment they owed her a debt that could only be paid in blood - a currency they were too familiar with.
When Hans arrived with his armies of mercenaries and otherworldly bandits, he was initially repelled from the fjord and was forced to seize the shores of Northuldra and begin his claim to the throne of Arendelle. The defenders swiftly marched north to face him in open battle as the non-combatatant Northuldrans were escorted south for their protection. Whether by chance or fate, the two armies fought in vicious cycles within the forests.
It was here that a queen became a spirit, a prince became a villain, and a stalker became a knight.
When you click on a compilation playlist to find new songs only only to find that you already listen to 90% of them...
Still have brothers in arms here we go let's go fishing for thoes who think that they are the best they don't even know what is coming next-generation of kick ass to you mr such in shuch
Shared the tiers with the one's I have lost in battle wasn't a loss without vengeance for thoes who gotten into my castle iam still here and now we have a problem still have my crown on my chest come and get IT if you dare to take what has been mine
Earlyy :D
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Me walking into 2022 like
The war. It has raged on for two years now. Killing millions of innocent, it is not selective; it has taken the lives of men, women, and children alike. Leaving a bloody wake in its path. The smell of death plagues the air on all lands. Homes destroyed, families separated, allies turning on each other. While the gods just sit and watch their toys fight. All peace was broken at the first burning taking the lives of hundreds. Taking the life of my father. Now I fight to avenge him.
Could you do an instrumental playlist for a man who was framed for murder, but then years later he becomes a rich cop and is on revenge path to catch those who framed him
Drinking my owen blood keeped me alive when the chips are down heav to stay on top of my shit for today another way to learn about the whole situation of being able to heel on what you do when i don't have you anny more in my life
Me: *Sees the map in the first screen* VICTORY OR SOVNGARDE!!!
Bad bitch playlist…please🥺🥺
Battle of Hogwarts vibes anyone?
“Is it really worth it?” Viserra asked her lover, Daenys, the queen who’d lead her kingdom to a war that they never dreamed would be fought.
“Yes, my love.”
Daenys led her armies out, Aelora stood before her. Daenys hands shook, Aelora and her hadn’t been made for each other and Aelora didn’t take it well.
“You’re as crazy as they said Queen Bellona was.” Daenys snarled, her grip tightening on a black leather base of a sword, the leather was engraved with dragon heads.
“And you Raelyn.” Aelora smirked, her face was twisted from dragon flame and one of her eyes replaced with a black diamond.
Aelora’s dragon and Daenys dragon roared at one and leapt to the sky.
Let fire rule them now.