Gauntlarion
@gauntlarion.bsky.social
War, chaos, and metal—this is the domain of Gauntlarion. I am War Incarnate, carving my path through fire and fury. The storm never ends, and neither does the fight. Stand strong, embrace the chaos. #VTuber #Metal #Gaming #Chaos #War #Gauntlarion
🛡️ Weekly Warchant
“If you wear the crown before you feel its weight,
it will crush you when the march begins.
But if you earn every step beneath it,
if your spine holds when others bend,
no title will stand above you.”
“If you wear the crown before you feel its weight,
it will crush you when the march begins.
But if you earn every step beneath it,
if your spine holds when others bend,
no title will stand above you.”
December 16, 2025 at 5:03 PM
🛡️ Weekly Warchant
“If you wear the crown before you feel its weight,
it will crush you when the march begins.
But if you earn every step beneath it,
if your spine holds when others bend,
no title will stand above you.”
“If you wear the crown before you feel its weight,
it will crush you when the march begins.
But if you earn every step beneath it,
if your spine holds when others bend,
no title will stand above you.”
🗡 War Journal, Entry 38
Stone steps rang beneath ordered ranks.
A ruler stood crowned in incense and praise,
his name bound to another they chanted—“Mahrem.”
Spears lowered as priests spoke of blood and inheritance.
From the high shadows I watched,
war treated not as fury, but as birthright.
Stone steps rang beneath ordered ranks.
A ruler stood crowned in incense and praise,
his name bound to another they chanted—“Mahrem.”
Spears lowered as priests spoke of blood and inheritance.
From the high shadows I watched,
war treated not as fury, but as birthright.
December 15, 2025 at 5:08 PM
🗡 War Journal, Entry 38
Stone steps rang beneath ordered ranks.
A ruler stood crowned in incense and praise,
his name bound to another they chanted—“Mahrem.”
Spears lowered as priests spoke of blood and inheritance.
From the high shadows I watched,
war treated not as fury, but as birthright.
Stone steps rang beneath ordered ranks.
A ruler stood crowned in incense and praise,
his name bound to another they chanted—“Mahrem.”
Spears lowered as priests spoke of blood and inheritance.
From the high shadows I watched,
war treated not as fury, but as birthright.
❄️ Echoes of War
He marched into the world’s last white silence,
facing storms that swallowed breath and bone.
Across the ice he led his small, unbroken band,
claiming the frozen crown where no man had stood.
On that December day, winter bowed before him.
Who was he?
#History #War
He marched into the world’s last white silence,
facing storms that swallowed breath and bone.
Across the ice he led his small, unbroken band,
claiming the frozen crown where no man had stood.
On that December day, winter bowed before him.
Who was he?
#History #War
December 14, 2025 at 5:02 PM
🗡 Abyssion’s Edge
"You bundle in blankets and call yourselves resilient.
I cut through blizzards for entertainment."
Winter mocks softly… I mock louder.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
"You bundle in blankets and call yourselves resilient.
I cut through blizzards for entertainment."
Winter mocks softly… I mock louder.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
December 13, 2025 at 5:02 PM
🗡 Abyssion’s Edge
"You bundle in blankets and call yourselves resilient.
I cut through blizzards for entertainment."
Winter mocks softly… I mock louder.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
"You bundle in blankets and call yourselves resilient.
I cut through blizzards for entertainment."
Winter mocks softly… I mock louder.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
🎄 Community Spark – Festival of the Great Pines
The warband gathers beneath towering pines.
Each tree becomes a battlefield of glowing runes, wild ornaments, & enchantments.
How do you adorn your mighty tree for the festival?
The Forge remembers forests lit by reckless cheer.
#TheForge #GreatPines
The warband gathers beneath towering pines.
Each tree becomes a battlefield of glowing runes, wild ornaments, & enchantments.
How do you adorn your mighty tree for the festival?
The Forge remembers forests lit by reckless cheer.
#TheForge #GreatPines
December 12, 2025 at 5:01 PM
🎄 Community Spark – Festival of the Great Pines
The warband gathers beneath towering pines.
Each tree becomes a battlefield of glowing runes, wild ornaments, & enchantments.
How do you adorn your mighty tree for the festival?
The Forge remembers forests lit by reckless cheer.
#TheForge #GreatPines
The warband gathers beneath towering pines.
Each tree becomes a battlefield of glowing runes, wild ornaments, & enchantments.
How do you adorn your mighty tree for the festival?
The Forge remembers forests lit by reckless cheer.
#TheForge #GreatPines
🛡️ Weekly Warchant
“If you bow beneath the weight of fear,
your spirit will break before dawn.
But if you rise while the dread still clings,
if you steady your breath in the dark,
no omen will dictate your fate.”
“If you bow beneath the weight of fear,
your spirit will break before dawn.
But if you rise while the dread still clings,
if you steady your breath in the dark,
no omen will dictate your fate.”
December 9, 2025 at 5:03 PM
🛡️ Weekly Warchant
“If you bow beneath the weight of fear,
your spirit will break before dawn.
But if you rise while the dread still clings,
if you steady your breath in the dark,
no omen will dictate your fate.”
“If you bow beneath the weight of fear,
your spirit will break before dawn.
But if you rise while the dread still clings,
if you steady your breath in the dark,
no omen will dictate your fate.”
War Journal, Entry 37
Mist crawled low across the moor,
Warriors in woad cried “Morrigan” into the dark.
Crows circled their fires in restless shadows,
each wingbeat met with sharpened cries.
From behind a standing stone I watched unseen,
Feeling the absolute weight of their fear.
Mist crawled low across the moor,
Warriors in woad cried “Morrigan” into the dark.
Crows circled their fires in restless shadows,
each wingbeat met with sharpened cries.
From behind a standing stone I watched unseen,
Feeling the absolute weight of their fear.
December 8, 2025 at 5:03 PM
War Journal, Entry 37
Mist crawled low across the moor,
Warriors in woad cried “Morrigan” into the dark.
Crows circled their fires in restless shadows,
each wingbeat met with sharpened cries.
From behind a standing stone I watched unseen,
Feeling the absolute weight of their fear.
Mist crawled low across the moor,
Warriors in woad cried “Morrigan” into the dark.
Crows circled their fires in restless shadows,
each wingbeat met with sharpened cries.
From behind a standing stone I watched unseen,
Feeling the absolute weight of their fear.
❄️ Echoes of War
Through the snows of the Beskid peaks she walked,
a lone winter sentinel with stormwinds at her heel.
She judged shepherds and travelers by their respect for the land,
calling down frost on those who dared defy it.
And if you were naughty, she would come.
Who was she?
#Myth #War
Through the snows of the Beskid peaks she walked,
a lone winter sentinel with stormwinds at her heel.
She judged shepherds and travelers by their respect for the land,
calling down frost on those who dared defy it.
And if you were naughty, she would come.
Who was she?
#Myth #War
December 7, 2025 at 5:02 PM
🗡 Abyssion’s Edge
"Even the snow holds its ground longer than you do,
and you fall to frost before a blade's touch.
How embarrassing."
Winter keeps what cowards lose.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
"Even the snow holds its ground longer than you do,
and you fall to frost before a blade's touch.
How embarrassing."
Winter keeps what cowards lose.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
December 6, 2025 at 5:03 PM
🗡 Abyssion’s Edge
"Even the snow holds its ground longer than you do,
and you fall to frost before a blade's touch.
How embarrassing."
Winter keeps what cowards lose.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
"Even the snow holds its ground longer than you do,
and you fall to frost before a blade's touch.
How embarrassing."
Winter keeps what cowards lose.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
❄️ Community Spark – Clash of the Snowborn
The first snows fall, warriors sculpt frost into battleborn champions.
Helms of ice, shields of packed snow, cores made of pure winter magic.
What warrior do you craft for the tournament?
The Forge remembers those shaped by frost & fury.
#TheForge #Snowborn
The first snows fall, warriors sculpt frost into battleborn champions.
Helms of ice, shields of packed snow, cores made of pure winter magic.
What warrior do you craft for the tournament?
The Forge remembers those shaped by frost & fury.
#TheForge #Snowborn
December 5, 2025 at 5:02 PM
🛡️ Weekly Warchant
“If your strength trembles like thunder,
the storm will claim your breath.
But if your will steadies in the wind,
if you rise through the rain’s fury,
no tempest will break your fire.”
“If your strength trembles like thunder,
the storm will claim your breath.
But if your will steadies in the wind,
if you rise through the rain’s fury,
no tempest will break your fire.”
December 2, 2025 at 5:02 PM
🛡️ Weekly Warchant
“If your strength trembles like thunder,
the storm will claim your breath.
But if your will steadies in the wind,
if you rise through the rain’s fury,
no tempest will break your fire.”
“If your strength trembles like thunder,
the storm will claim your breath.
But if your will steadies in the wind,
if you rise through the rain’s fury,
no tempest will break your fire.”
🗡 War Journal, Entry 36
Storm clouds gathered over the plains.
Fire leapt high as priests fed it ghee,
warriors chanting “Indra!” into the rising wind.
They spoke of serpent foes and thunderbolts,
their voices trembling like the earth before rain.
From the shadowed ridge I watched the sky answer.
Storm clouds gathered over the plains.
Fire leapt high as priests fed it ghee,
warriors chanting “Indra!” into the rising wind.
They spoke of serpent foes and thunderbolts,
their voices trembling like the earth before rain.
From the shadowed ridge I watched the sky answer.
December 1, 2025 at 5:02 PM
🗡 War Journal, Entry 36
Storm clouds gathered over the plains.
Fire leapt high as priests fed it ghee,
warriors chanting “Indra!” into the rising wind.
They spoke of serpent foes and thunderbolts,
their voices trembling like the earth before rain.
From the shadowed ridge I watched the sky answer.
Storm clouds gathered over the plains.
Fire leapt high as priests fed it ghee,
warriors chanting “Indra!” into the rising wind.
They spoke of serpent foes and thunderbolts,
their voices trembling like the earth before rain.
From the shadowed ridge I watched the sky answer.
🌊 Echoes of War
Along the wind-torn shores of Connacht she rode,
a chieftainess who bent the tides to her will.
Salt spray crowned her as she stormed the waves,
harrying foes from coast to rugged isle.
Freedom was her banner in the gale—
and she never lowered it.
Who was she?
#History #War
Along the wind-torn shores of Connacht she rode,
a chieftainess who bent the tides to her will.
Salt spray crowned her as she stormed the waves,
harrying foes from coast to rugged isle.
Freedom was her banner in the gale—
and she never lowered it.
Who was she?
#History #War
November 30, 2025 at 5:02 PM
🗡 Abyssion’s Edge
"Swing harder, War. I’d like to feel something before eternity ends."
Effort dulls slower than ego.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
"Swing harder, War. I’d like to feel something before eternity ends."
Effort dulls slower than ego.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
November 29, 2025 at 5:02 PM
🗡 Abyssion’s Edge
"Swing harder, War. I’d like to feel something before eternity ends."
Effort dulls slower than ego.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
"Swing harder, War. I’d like to feel something before eternity ends."
Effort dulls slower than ego.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
🛒 Community Spark – Midnight Market Mayhem
Once a year the market opens at midnight, and every relic is suddenly “half-price… probably.”
Warriors crash through doors like a siege.
What are you diving for when chaos begins?
The Forge remembers bargains paid for in bruises.
#TheForge #MidnightMarket
Once a year the market opens at midnight, and every relic is suddenly “half-price… probably.”
Warriors crash through doors like a siege.
What are you diving for when chaos begins?
The Forge remembers bargains paid for in bruises.
#TheForge #MidnightMarket
November 28, 2025 at 5:03 PM
🛒 Community Spark – Midnight Market Mayhem
Once a year the market opens at midnight, and every relic is suddenly “half-price… probably.”
Warriors crash through doors like a siege.
What are you diving for when chaos begins?
The Forge remembers bargains paid for in bruises.
#TheForge #MidnightMarket
Once a year the market opens at midnight, and every relic is suddenly “half-price… probably.”
Warriors crash through doors like a siege.
What are you diving for when chaos begins?
The Forge remembers bargains paid for in bruises.
#TheForge #MidnightMarket
🛡️ Weekly Warchant
“If you only echo another’s blaze,
your fire will fade before theirs.
But if you rise in your own heat,
if you climb with the embers,
the night will carry your flame higher.”
“If you only echo another’s blaze,
your fire will fade before theirs.
But if you rise in your own heat,
if you climb with the embers,
the night will carry your flame higher.”
November 25, 2025 at 5:05 PM
🛡️ Weekly Warchant
“If you only echo another’s blaze,
your fire will fade before theirs.
But if you rise in your own heat,
if you climb with the embers,
the night will carry your flame higher.”
“If you only echo another’s blaze,
your fire will fade before theirs.
But if you rise in your own heat,
if you climb with the embers,
the night will carry your flame higher.”
🗡 War Journal, Entry 35
Bonfires roared along the mountain ridge,
embers rising from the earth.
Warriors shouted “Vahagn!” into the night wind,
chanting of fire-born hair and serpent foes.
From a jagged height I watched their flames climb,
their devotion burning as fiercely as the blaze below.
Bonfires roared along the mountain ridge,
embers rising from the earth.
Warriors shouted “Vahagn!” into the night wind,
chanting of fire-born hair and serpent foes.
From a jagged height I watched their flames climb,
their devotion burning as fiercely as the blaze below.
November 24, 2025 at 5:03 PM
🗡 War Journal, Entry 35
Bonfires roared along the mountain ridge,
embers rising from the earth.
Warriors shouted “Vahagn!” into the night wind,
chanting of fire-born hair and serpent foes.
From a jagged height I watched their flames climb,
their devotion burning as fiercely as the blaze below.
Bonfires roared along the mountain ridge,
embers rising from the earth.
Warriors shouted “Vahagn!” into the night wind,
chanting of fire-born hair and serpent foes.
From a jagged height I watched their flames climb,
their devotion burning as fiercely as the blaze below.
🌲 Echoes of War
Deep in the Schwarzwald he walked alone,
a bowman sworn to guard the wild from greed.
He tracked poachers through Black Forest fog,
his arrows warning those who stole beyond need.
Freedom was the law he carried on his back—
the woods answered only to him.
Who was he?
#Myth #War
Deep in the Schwarzwald he walked alone,
a bowman sworn to guard the wild from greed.
He tracked poachers through Black Forest fog,
his arrows warning those who stole beyond need.
Freedom was the law he carried on his back—
the woods answered only to him.
Who was he?
#Myth #War
November 23, 2025 at 5:02 PM
🗡 Abyssion’s Edge
"Still here, mortal? Watching war like it’s a play.
You gasp, you cheer, you whisper ‘glory.’
Tell me — does delusion dull the fear?"
Fantasy feeds fragile souls.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
"Still here, mortal? Watching war like it’s a play.
You gasp, you cheer, you whisper ‘glory.’
Tell me — does delusion dull the fear?"
Fantasy feeds fragile souls.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
November 22, 2025 at 5:02 PM
🗡 Abyssion’s Edge
"Still here, mortal? Watching war like it’s a play.
You gasp, you cheer, you whisper ‘glory.’
Tell me — does delusion dull the fear?"
Fantasy feeds fragile souls.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
"Still here, mortal? Watching war like it’s a play.
You gasp, you cheer, you whisper ‘glory.’
Tell me — does delusion dull the fear?"
Fantasy feeds fragile souls.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
✨ Community Spark – Mystic Mishaps
You flip through a dusty spellbook, whisper the words…
and absolutely nothing goes the way it should.
What spell were you trying to cast — and what chaos did you unleash instead?
The Forge remembers magic best when it misbehaves.
#TheForge #MysticMishaps
You flip through a dusty spellbook, whisper the words…
and absolutely nothing goes the way it should.
What spell were you trying to cast — and what chaos did you unleash instead?
The Forge remembers magic best when it misbehaves.
#TheForge #MysticMishaps
November 21, 2025 at 5:02 PM
✨ Community Spark – Mystic Mishaps
You flip through a dusty spellbook, whisper the words…
and absolutely nothing goes the way it should.
What spell were you trying to cast — and what chaos did you unleash instead?
The Forge remembers magic best when it misbehaves.
#TheForge #MysticMishaps
You flip through a dusty spellbook, whisper the words…
and absolutely nothing goes the way it should.
What spell were you trying to cast — and what chaos did you unleash instead?
The Forge remembers magic best when it misbehaves.
#TheForge #MysticMishaps
🛡️ Weekly Warchant
“If you lean on every name but your own,
you’ll never rise from the sand.
But if you lift yourself from the fear,
if your breath steadies in the heat,
you’ll become the strength you call for.”
“If you lean on every name but your own,
you’ll never rise from the sand.
But if you lift yourself from the fear,
if your breath steadies in the heat,
you’ll become the strength you call for.”
November 18, 2025 at 5:05 PM
🛡️ Weekly Warchant
“If you lean on every name but your own,
you’ll never rise from the sand.
But if you lift yourself from the fear,
if your breath steadies in the heat,
you’ll become the strength you call for.”
“If you lean on every name but your own,
you’ll never rise from the sand.
But if you lift yourself from the fear,
if your breath steadies in the heat,
you’ll become the strength you call for.”
🗡 War Journal, Entry 34
Red-dyed beer glimmered beside blazing incense.
Priests bowed before lioness idols, chanting.
Warriors murmured “Sekhmet” with parched, trembling breath,
fear rising like heat from the stones.
From a distant dune I watched unseen,
the name burning through the desert night.
Red-dyed beer glimmered beside blazing incense.
Priests bowed before lioness idols, chanting.
Warriors murmured “Sekhmet” with parched, trembling breath,
fear rising like heat from the stones.
From a distant dune I watched unseen,
the name burning through the desert night.
November 17, 2025 at 7:13 PM
🗡 War Journal, Entry 34
Red-dyed beer glimmered beside blazing incense.
Priests bowed before lioness idols, chanting.
Warriors murmured “Sekhmet” with parched, trembling breath,
fear rising like heat from the stones.
From a distant dune I watched unseen,
the name burning through the desert night.
Red-dyed beer glimmered beside blazing incense.
Priests bowed before lioness idols, chanting.
Warriors murmured “Sekhmet” with parched, trembling breath,
fear rising like heat from the stones.
From a distant dune I watched unseen,
the name burning through the desert night.
🗡 Echoes of War
On the mist-torn moors of Scotland he rose,
blue paint streaked like lightning across his skin.
Claymore lifted against the weight of an empire,
his fury carried on the cold northern wind.
Even in defeat, his cry split the ages
a roar no king could silence.
Who was he?
#History #War
On the mist-torn moors of Scotland he rose,
blue paint streaked like lightning across his skin.
Claymore lifted against the weight of an empire,
his fury carried on the cold northern wind.
Even in defeat, his cry split the ages
a roar no king could silence.
Who was he?
#History #War
November 16, 2025 at 5:03 PM
🗡 Abyssion’s Edge
"You strike from behind and call it glory — only vermin call that brave."
Honor shuns the treacherous.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
"You strike from behind and call it glory — only vermin call that brave."
Honor shuns the treacherous.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
November 15, 2025 at 5:01 PM
🗡 Abyssion’s Edge
"You strike from behind and call it glory — only vermin call that brave."
Honor shuns the treacherous.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
"You strike from behind and call it glory — only vermin call that brave."
Honor shuns the treacherous.
#Abyssion #ViciousMockery
⚒️ Community Spark – Flameforged Games
The fires are lit, the challengers gather.
From ale-chugging duels to hammer-swing contests, each test burns hotter than the last.
What event do you add to the games tonight?
The Forge remembers victories won in laughter and smoke.
#TheForge #FlameforgedGames
The fires are lit, the challengers gather.
From ale-chugging duels to hammer-swing contests, each test burns hotter than the last.
What event do you add to the games tonight?
The Forge remembers victories won in laughter and smoke.
#TheForge #FlameforgedGames
November 14, 2025 at 5:02 PM
⚒️ Community Spark – Flameforged Games
The fires are lit, the challengers gather.
From ale-chugging duels to hammer-swing contests, each test burns hotter than the last.
What event do you add to the games tonight?
The Forge remembers victories won in laughter and smoke.
#TheForge #FlameforgedGames
The fires are lit, the challengers gather.
From ale-chugging duels to hammer-swing contests, each test burns hotter than the last.
What event do you add to the games tonight?
The Forge remembers victories won in laughter and smoke.
#TheForge #FlameforgedGames