- Obtained by Lieutenant (later Major) William Hodson at Delhi, 1857
Hodson obtained this handsome dagger at Delhi during the Indian Mutiny (1857-1859). He probably took it from one of the royal princes when they surrendered on 21 September 1857. He is said to have stripped them of their jewellery and weapons before shooting them.
Alternatively, he may have obtained them later on at the sale of treasure organised by Delhi prize agents on the roof of a house overlooking the ‘Diwan-i-Khas’ (King’s audience chambers) at the Red Fort. Contemporaries estimated the auctioned treasure to be worth over half a million pounds.
Hunting Knife of Elector Johann George I of Saxony
- Dated: circa 1600
- Maker: Michael Botza
- Culture: German, Dresden
- Madium: steel, wood, silver
- Measurements: overall length 54.3cm; blade 40.3cm; weight 1036g
//Dear hearts! It looks like I’m fleeing the country a day earlier than planned (don’t tell the feds) - I’ll officially be state-side from some crazily early hour of the morning on Monday until Sunday 29th. It’s really hard for me to pick up Tumblr notifications and messages from my phone, so chances are I won’t be online at all during that time - but have a lovely week, enjoy the stuff I’ve got queued up and if I didn’t manage to get around to replying to you before now, I hope you don’t mind hanging on a little longer!
Take care of yourselves and see you next Sunday!
Sinbad: “I’d like to think I’d make a good father,” he admitted warmly. Reaching out, he caught the ends of her fingers between his, the pad of his thumb grazing across her knuckles. “Maybe… with you, I wouldn’t mind finding out.” [the post x]
[[Pirate and Bandit! Best of bros and super duper sword friends who just happen to avoid talking about their feelings but can agree on wanting kids together. Weirdos. v.v I wonder what kind of whacked out kid they’d make together. Both parents are notorious thieves with an insatiable thirst for adventure… I smell trouble in the form of dark locks, freckled skin and a toothy grin .
You can all blame Sinbad-Mun (Fez) for this one (
she blames me but shh we all know its her fault. i love youuuu<3). I don’t even know where these two came from but I ship them REALLY HARD. No pun intended. I wanted to play around with the image of preggy!Nik.]]
I didn’t know how much I wanted this until I saw it ヽ(；▽；)ノ
the moment you realize
that your bones are made of the same dust
as the planets,
your lungs are breathing the same air
as the migrating butterflies,
and your blood is pumping because
of the love and care of thousands;
is when you realize
that you are not as broken
as you think you are.
you are full
of the world.
Eris’s eyes narrowed, her brows lowered in unison as her scowl faded to an emotionless line. He was indeed out of the maze, on the outskirts…nearly into Tartarus’s forbidden zones…
"Cocky bastard…I am getting too old for this…"
She summoned her power into an outward cloud of twisted vapors like an octopus before squeezing into one tiny line, breaking the atmosphere in a thunderous puff. She snaked along the dunes among the red sands and up the dilapidated tower, until she unfolded her body before the lounging sea dog. She hung her arms at her sides, her fists contracting and retracting from fists to open palms like she was fighting to either claw or pummel him.
"That…was NOT funny, you arrogant clod!"
She turned and fidgeted in random directions before screaming out, face to the open roof, her eyes wide and crazed. She held her hands at her shoulders in a claw-like grip at the air, as her growling scream sent a tremble throughout all of Tartarus, cracking the already damaged walls of the tower. The rubble began to fall in random crashes to the broken floor, and her billowing hem looked like the tell-tale futuristic terror of a mushroom cloud. Then, she breathed out slowly, and like a page had turned, she was her usual, beguiling self, her expression sloe-eyed and demure. She placed a calm hand at her hip, swaying as she sauntered to him, the other arm hanging at her side in a coy manner.
"Sinbad…you seem better off than I thought…Maybe a new challenge for you? Hmm? Something harder to accomplish? Maybe…more fetching of impossible treasures outside of Tartarus…Maybe more so in my Uncle’s neighborhood…It is but a bridge path and doorway away…”
Eris completely glazed over the promise she had made—her ‘attentive self’ to the thief had he survived…Maybe he forgot about his prize already, in tormenting her…
Sinbad had flashed a white-toothed grin at Eris’s first appearance, undaunted by her. He’d known that his disobedience would wind her up - he’d chosen to rest just by the exit to the maze, right on the outskirts, as though to prove that he could have made it if he’d wanted to, but by refusing to cross that finish line he’d made a rather firm point that he was still his own man.
He might have been in Tartarus for a long time now, but he would not be just another of her pets. He hoped the message was clear enough.
However, he still lived with a healthy respect of his partner in crime, and the moment that she began to shout - the moment the stones beneath him rumbled and cracked, the ceiling trembling - he’d scrambled to his feet, grabbing a blade on instinct and throwing himself to the nearest solid-looking section of wall. She would not let him die whilst he resided in her realm, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if she gave him a few freshly-broken bones to teach him his lesson.
The moment that she settled again, he felt the grip of uncertainty ease a little on his chest. This was the Eris that he knew - the Eris who, though by no means predictable, was one that he was familiar with dealing with.
Releasing his death-grip on his weapon, he flicked his gaze up and down her body, leaning back against the precariously-cracked wall and trying to pretend that he hadn’t jumped to his feet like a schoolgirl but a few moments ago. “I don’t fancy a trip down the Styx,” he answered her. “Been there, done that. You’ve seen one river, you’ve seen them all. But….” His gaze flicked back up to her face then, white teeth tugging on his bottom lip in cocky confidence. “Don’t I remember you saying something about attending to me…?”
//Thank you! I’ll be around for the majority of the weekend on Fenris and then back again on the 30th c:[[Oh! I hope you enjoy the trip and get there safely! :)]
//My love! Much closer to you <3 Alas, the Tumblr app for Nokia phones is a dick and doesn’t show notifications or messages, so I probably won’t be on Tumblr much at all, but I shall think of you fondly!//You’ll be in EST zone at last— with me!
//From Sunday I’ll be going on hiatus for a week while I cross the Atlantic to visit friends in Texas - so tonight I’m gonna crack on with drafts that’ve become a little neglected on this account! I’m sorry I haven’t been around recently - life’s been a hundred different types of crazy, but I’ll do my best to get back to all of your threads today! (•‿•)