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“I see” (Your choosing)
“I am well aware that the general consensus is that a high elven cleric of Eilistraee would be seen as a spy. Nadal in particular has made his concerns apparent. However, if she was, and I distrusted her on her face alone, I would only add fuel to the fire.”
Saelihn wasn’t sure if this impromptu speech was all that warranted, but each and every time she heard the workers whisper... Each time they questioned her judgement, she felt an overwhelming need to correct it all.
“A spy would see this distrust and conclude that I am up to no good... but that hardly matters here.” She stood up straight and tall, folding her arms behind her back as she gazed down toward those seated by the fire. “Because I truly do trust her.”
That got people to whisper even more than before.
“It is far braver,” she explained, “To say aloud that you trust someone. Than it is to cower and hide behind distrust and paranoia. Think: Why is it wrong to say you trust another? Because you fear the advantage they have over you.” She shook her head solemnly.
“Fear is failure. I do not fail.”
She sighed, sat back down and started to eat her soup before it got cold.
#shoot for the stars;#veryunlikelyheroes#Saelihn talking to her people about Ailenda without Ailenda actually even being there
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i see (eri to noir)
Erithil placed his hands on the table, both linked together into a single ball at the end of his arms. “You could have stolen a magically improved chain shirt worth 1250 gold instead of elven-made chainmail. Either you’re not very thrifty or you really wanted to have something fancy.”
There was the third option, that she thought elven make was best but that wasn’t usually the kind of opinion held by someone who bound their soul to a human’s.
He slid back into his seat, hands still clasped together as they rubbed against the table.
“I admire your dedication. For whatever that means, coming from me. My people tend to look down on yours, so, it may look like I’m giving you the usual condescending faux-praise you'd hear from any noble... Just remember you’re not the only commoner in the room right now.” Soon enough, he’d be the only commoner in the room...
“I don’t tend to hate most anyone. So saying I don’t hate you seems like I’m not saying much at all. From where I stand, it’s like saying I don’t love you. Of course I don’t. Love is a strong feeling that takes time to nurture.” He unlinked his hands and instead placed them one atop atop the other. “Fact of the matter is, I don’t know you very well.”
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themaryiestsuetoeversue:
Oh, this was not…not who she was expecting. She peeked around this girl and gave a little wave to Nedayne, though. Yeah, someone had to drive, huh…
“Ah, you guys are really that hard up, huh?” She blurted in English. They didn’t seem to have any parents but…they had an RV! And didn’t Sybille work a lot? Maybe Poppy’s gift she held in her coffin purse wasn’t good enough… Couldn’t let it go to waste though! She made her way up the stairs, peering around and marveling at how things looked different in the daylight.
Finally, she opened the bag and let a pile of grief seeds clatter to the floor. “I’ve been kind of busy myself, so…”
Holy shit. Nedayne did not expect to see the pile of grief seeds clatter to her floor when she got out of the driver’s seat, and from the look on Sybille’s face, neither did she!
Mostly...
Mostly the floor bit. Other magi bringing seeds was not unprecedented.
They had surfaces. Counters. Beds, the top bunk of which still laid bare despite the presence of a second person.
“That’s...” Nedayne fell silent, while Sybille started to pick up these seeds and put them on the counter where they belonged.
“We thank you; really, we do,” Sybille piped up.
Beep Beep
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“Is that so?” He asked, curious as to what job she had to offer. Adventurer fare or not, he would take it. Any gold he could make off of a job was worth it. Of course, he had to hear the terms and conditions first. It was unwise to accept a job without knowing first what it was.
“Do go on… I may take you up on this offer if I deem it acceptable…” Hopefully he wouldn’t have to go out during the day. He was unable to perform to the best of his abilities in the sunlight, but if he did, he would still try his best.
Saelihn, being the same race, was intimately aware of her race’s difficulties when it came to the sunlight. She wouldn’t direct a dark elf to do work during a time when a human would have had an advantage.
Especially not when the targets were human.
“There’s a bandit tribe that wears masks-- They resemble the faces of goblins and kobolds. Small groups target supply trains, and a large group has gone so far as to attack the camp. When my scouts looked, they have not been able to find any bandit camp... so it is my suspicion that our attackers are hiding among the citizens of a town near to us.” She focused intently on her hands as she continued, softer and quieter:
“I understand it is strange to ask an assassin when I would prefer no-one die, but the job is one of stealth and discretion. I would ask you to find evidence of what these people have done and who they are, leave no trace of your presence, then report to law enforcement. You would then report to me on how law enforcement treated you.” She would take care of things from there.
“I hope this request does not feel like a waste of your talents... If we could spare any stealth specialists for this task, I would ask them, but they have their hands full looking for saboteurs among our own people.”
Safe Haven
#veryunlikelyheroes#shoot for the stars;#''stealth specialist'' is just a fancy way to say ''rogue''
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✉ plox sit down
Send the envelope to push my muse back down onto the bed.
Not long after Poppy gave everyone the plague, save Vyth, she’d decided to practically demand Nadal heal the mundane way-- as nicely as possible, but still-- which was never his intention. He’d prepared for this since the day she got sick. Technically, the night she got sick, but who was counting?
Yes, he’d just catch it again, but he’d delay that misery long enough to heal the rest.
“Poppy, would you rather have three people to heal two or two people to heal three?” He lifted himself up again, but more stubbornly this time. “Personally, I’m not enthused about the latter.”
Now, perhaps, he could be given enough time to cast the spell.
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♥ o3o idc who says what to who
“You know, you’re, uh...” Morennil bit his lip. Then narrowed his eyes as he peered through the bars of Holding 12. “Really devoted. For whatever that means.”
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Son of a bitch
Give me a drink
I’m on edge
This can't be me
Son of a bitch
If I can't get clean
I'm gonna drink my life away
Now for seventeen years I've been throwing them back
Seventeen more will bury me
Can somebody please just tie me down
Or somebody give me a goddamn drink
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The Matron of House Hun’ar
Nadal stood before a seated circle of brothers, mainly comprised of the youngest family members, though the sorcerer and the ranger sat side by side in the center across from him.
The ranger had his hair up in that strange fashion that looked like it was trying to be a pleat without actually being a pleat; little puffs interrupted by hair ties as it flowed down. He wore clothing that existed halfway between a commoner’s simple garb and a hunter’s armor, donning a green tunic and trousers, but with a single leather shoulderpad connected to sparse other leather plates and a tuft of fur that flowed down from his waistband.
The sorcerer seemed to have taken a page from Saelihn’s book and messily chopped everything off. Assuming he didn’t just set himself on fire and lose a bunch of his hair. Again. He wore a simple red-and-gold robe, denoting himself as a magic-user... which was not tactically sound and he should have been ashamed of himself.
Distinctly not there were Tazennin, who likely didn’t care who was the head of house anyway, even if he was among the camp. According to someone who’d claimed to be his babysitter, he’d realized he wasn’t going to get the life he wanted here and decided to see how he fared elsewhere.
Then Velkin, though Saelihn said he had his hands full back underground.
Then, finally, Xarann. Who was still missing.
Nadal caught Sorn’s blue eyes first. Then Urlryn’s lazy gaze. “So,” he addressed the collection. “I’d like to put my name in the running for Head of House, I believe Saelihn’s calling it. But let’s be exact, here. I’m shooting for Matron.”
The eldest child raised his hand.
“Yes, Sszantar?”
The kid blinked. “Uh... how does being Matron work if you’re male?” he asked.
Nadal stretched out a little smirk. “Why, I imagine it’s something like this,” he mused, flipping his belt’s buckle from purple to pink and letting the transformation wash over him. Curves filled out the top of his dress robes, hips pointed out. His robes lifted an inch higher than they did before as he quickly regained his sense of balance.
The younger brothers stared in awe at the seventhboy’s transformation, but Sorn interjected:
“Does that last if you take off that belt?”
To answer, Nadal merely unhooked the belt and slipped it off. He dangled it between thumb and forefinger as his swapped body remained.
Urlryn shrugged. “Well... I don’t want the title,” he semi-offered. “I drew the short straw. You have fun with the girls’ club, there, little bro.” He turned his head toward Saelihn as she stepped inside their tent. “I’m done-- Can I be done? I mean, he wants the position. She wants the position? I don’t know.”
Saelihn nodded. “Yes, Urlryn, your duties as Head of House will be transferred if that is what you prefer.” Though she stared, she found nothing but relief wash over Urlryn’s lazy bones. A shame, but perhaps he would be able to find a way to motivate himself, now that they had a willing head of House Hun’ar.
Nadal re-fastened his belt around his waist and held his head up high. “Thank you for your consideration.” Although, his posture relaxed a bit soon after as he turned around. “Wonderful to see you again, Saelihn. Especially without one of your masks on.” He patted her on the shoulder and stepped out of the tent.
#moonlight;#blue giant;#draco;#shoot for the stars;#the really young bros don't have tags leave me alone
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Discord drop btw, just let me know who you are.
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Turns out even text posts are getting the big red flags. Because their algorithm is... not a human being that can even remotely make these judgment calls.
ADULT CONTENT PSA
“Written content such as erotica, nudity related to political or newsworthy speech, and nudity found in art, such as sculptures and illustrations, are also stuff that can be freely posted on Tumblr.“
Us Roleplayers shall be fine, it seems. Let’s spread this around rather than spread panic.
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oh dear
Yes, we have seen the news! We are planning to have the site back up either tomorrow or Wednesday; we just have a couple last security measures we want to put in place today, but we will be working on it as quickly as possible and we will have a clearer ETA by tonight.
We will also try to come up with a way to lower the barrier to entry for new users, though we don’t want to drop the entry fee entirely because a) we feel that would be unfair to our users who have paid for their registration keys and b) we don’t think our servers could handle a massive influx of new users right now, so we’re going to try to allow as many new users as we can without capsizing the boat. We appreciate your patience and will have more details soon!
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For The Night
“Rylde.”
His eye hurried to point toward her-- left of his cramped little cage, above his head. Though the darkness showed no signs if he’d made the right guess, the soft pats on the top of his cage told him everything.
He crawled toward the gate on his hands and knees, then sat pretty and awaited the hinges’ slow squeak.
“You will return to that room,” she told him. “You will prepare for any time your master deigns to keep you in his room for the night. Now, come.”
He crawled out of his cage, then sat on his knees and pointed his gaze up expectantly into the darkness. Her hand hovered over his head... then vanished from his immediate vicinity.
“Crawl.”
Her heels clicked against the stone, and he crawled as fast as he could to follow the noise.
The sound stopped. His breath hitched-- He perked up and searched the empty air for any sign of her presence, and felt his back freeze over as the nothingness around him increased. The silence locked him firmly in place, even as the flat stone underneath him agitated his hands and knees.
Rylde heard the hinges of a cage squeak. The eruption of fire onto an oil-soaked torch settled his nerves and he melted into a puddle on the ground. The shackles hung ominously over his head, but nobody told him to stand or lifted him up to chain him in place.
He heard the door shut and the lock click into place. He recognized the blanket that once covered the other prisoner’s cage when it covered his body, as a pair of dirt-covered, charcoal-grey feet stepped through his line of sight. His gaze crawled up the other prisoner’s leg, along tattered shorts, to the slightly emaciated abdomen of the other captive. His eye could venture no further up, but soon, it wouldn’t need to.
The other prisoner squatted down next to Rylde, who still lay on the hard stone floor. Rylde caught the look in that pair of dark red eyes. He looked the way Rylde felt: Like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world.
A question popped into Rylde’s mind for a moment. What if we lie and say it happened? He could pretend to be spaced-out again. The other captive could pretend to want to die even more than he already did.
Except the other captive must have already thought of that.
She was watching, or if not that, she was good at seeing through others’ facades. Why else would she have left the two alone?
A golden-brown hand reached from under the covers-- stopped short millimeters away from the top of a soot-shaded hand that dangled from a squatting knee. Rylde bit his lip.
“Asking to touch, huh?” the other’s weary voice half-whispered. “That’ll get you some points with the boss. Doubt you really want that, though. So I’m gonna--” His half-dead expression turned to one of shock as he witnessed Rylde’s hand retreat while hazel eyes pointed down like a scorned puppy’s. “Hey...”
Shock turned to sympathy as he witnessed Rylde wipe the beginning of a tear away before it could form. “C'mon, don’t...” Rylde’s hand snaked back out into the open air and hovered over the sighing drow’s.
“Yeah. Yeah, I gotcha.” His hand wrapped around Rylde’s, and he dropped from his squat in the process. “Nobody out there is going to do this for you...”
“You will,” Rylde countered, quiet as could be. His hand twisted; their fingers intertwined.
The captive forced out a scoff. That wasn’t going to get this one any points with their boss... But he started to understand. Rylde was not broken as he once thought. Rylde was clever.
Maybe a little too clever, there, if he could manipulate his fellow captive that easily. Maybe not enough if he showed his hand like that.
The captive climbed under that dark blanket next to Rylde, hovered a hand over oily golden locks-- His eye turned away. Rylde unlinked his fingers from the other’s and pressed that hovering hand onto his scalp.
“Um... What’s your name...?” More quiet words left Rylde’s mouth, and the other tried to offer a smile-- Though it fell flat.
“Krenyraen.” Literally, foolish heretic. Krenyraen softly pet the length of the surface elf’s long hair, and though Rylde tensed-- waited for the sharp yank he came to expect from the ‘boss’ as Kren had called her-- but he settled after a few minutes of this.
Rylde nestled into Kren’s chest-- He shifted, slipped his garments down his own legs, past his feet.
“Hey, you’re gonna want to keep that under you,” Kren explained. “Rubbing against the stone is...”
Rylde gathered his trousers back up and laid them down to sit upon. He laid back down, but this time turned away from Kren as his bare behind pressed close to the other’s covered crotch.
Panting, Rylde grasped at Kren’s hand with both of his and wrapped the foreign arm around his body. As Krenyraen tried to pull away, a soft, sad whimper escaped Rylde’s throat... so Kren merely resigned himself to his fate, now.
Rylde wanted someone to treat him nice for once... It didn’t have to be Kren himself, it just helped that they were in the same boat and all. That was the conclusion Kren came to. This was just a sad attempt at regaining some of the treatment he got back home, that’s all.
“Hungry?” he asked the surface elf. “She gives me more food when she has me do this test...”
"I’m fine.” Rylde’s growling stomach said otherwise.
Krenyraen ignored quiet whines of protest as he got out from underneath the salt-scented blanket and dug up what looked like an oddly-colored loaf of bread. This, he broke in half to offer to his ‘guest’ of sorts. On one hand, claiming to be capable and well even during starvation or other such was a trait that would serve Rylde well... On the other, Kren wanted to vomit when he heard the lie.
Rylde settled down and ate, though pouted every so often in Kren’s direction.
“Don’t give me that look...”
Rylde doubled down on ‘that look’.
Kren peered from his seat in front of the sun elf. “Cut it out.” The pout persisted. “Look-- I--” Rylde’s hand outstretched from underneath the blanket, and hovered over the top of Kren’s again.
“Yeah... Fine...” He could indulge this. It’d make the rest of this test easier on both of them, anyway.
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Errant Fantasy
The darkness engulfed him, but he could feel her there. Squirming, her voice quiet as she cursed him. He tugged at the rope that held her wrists together, playfully smirking down.
“What have you accomplished, Rylde?” she spat, her head turned just enough to see him in the pitch blackness. “If you really want to win this, you’ll have to kill me. Can you do that, Rylde? Is your poor little heart strong enough to take a life?”
“I’m not going to kill you.”
She laughed. He could just feel the smug smirk she wore on her lips, even if he couldn’t see it. That was when he leaned forward, pressed down against her back. Her tied hands pressed into his stomach, but he didn’t mind much.
With his lips right up next to her ear, he whispered, “Why take your life when I can take you?”
She laughed again, but softer that time. “Oh, my. You think your needle-thin prick is going to do anything to me?”
He tore away her skirt, and pressed his nude crotch up against hers. “Doesn’t matter. I’m going to use you however I want; that’s enough for me.”
Eyes closed, in the darkest room in his house, with all of his shutters closed... Erithil pictured her reluctantly begging for more as he thrust into his waiting hand. As well as he could picture someone he’d rarely seen-- she was so often covered in darkness and the times he caught her in low light were so few and far between...
Would he ever have recognized her if he saw her again?
Oof.
“Okay... Okay, fine, it’s... Not... bad...”
He caressed her hips, ever so gently. “Not bad, huh? So it’s good?”
“I didn’t say that.” She harrumphed. “You’re still sub-par.”
He pulled out of her, shrugging as he rubbed along her supple behind. “Well, if it’s sub-par, I can stop...”
“No!” She cleared her throat and tried to rub up against him with limited success. “I mean... For someone below par, it’s--”
His hand smacked loud against her ass. “Each time you lie to me,” he explained, donning a ‘scolding parent’ voice, “I’m going to punish you. So come on now, tell me how you really feel.”
“I... I don’t hate it...” She yelped-- his hand smacked her ass harder that time. “Okay! Okay... I... I don’t want to stop... You’re... Above average, I guess.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He plunged back into his waiting hand, fingers curled up as best he could-- Tightened, relaxed-- Wet with a bit of oil now and then.
Until his final plunge, where he shot his load onto the blanket he had covering him up.
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themaryiestsuetoeversue:
“Well…yeah…” Right now you were pretty much all she had, though? Eri might not get what the actual issue is but Nadal had rank so he’d probably understand the whole obligation thing a lot better?
“The problem…hmm…” To be safe, she stuck to Drow. “First, the problem is I am married in elf terms but not human terms - I never - WE never…” She corrected, turning slightly red at her basic goof. “We never went through the human ceremony so in human terms I’m not married - but soulbonds can’t really be…” Hmm, she didn’t think they had a word for annulled. “Undone. Marriage in human terms is a joining of two people in theory - in practice two whole families - for legal purposes. I won’t say it never has emotional ties and certainly the lower classes have much more freedom to follow their feelings but for people my rank and above, it’s USUALLY to cement alliances. Even with commoners, there’s legal benefits too…”
She had a brief impulse to sneak a noodle off his plate but squashed it. “It helps keep track of lineage and helps maintain inheritance laws - Down there is different, I know, but up here, children born out of wedlock usually can’t inherit titles.” And the land that comes with it. Maybe it was different for commoners, she didn’t really know their inheritance laws.
“It’s a little bit different for me - I don’t think mamma ever expected me to actually get married since I wanted to join the clergy but if Noir was of equal rank…it’d be different. She’s not just a commoner, she’s staff as well, and doesn’t actually own ANY property, really. I guess it’s like if your Valsharess took a slave as an official patron, in terms of rank difference.” Maybe not that high up - “Or, uh…if the matron of House….5 or something did it. It’d be a scandal, right?”
Nadal had rank in name only, to be perfectly honest, though he’d just heard a few interesting tidbits that could change all of that very soon.
“All of what you’ve just told me comes off as a tossed word salad,” he summarized, in common. “Further ingraining the point that I am, perhaps, the worst person to go to for advice about this subject.”
He stalled a moment longer with another bite.
“<The patron’s former rank is quite honestly meaningless. He may have been a slave, so long as his blood is majority-ilythiir and his matron would like to carry his physical attributes on to her children. Even the Valsharess could take one as patron if she pleased.>”
He paused. His fork sat down atop the plate and he turned toward Poppy.
“Speaking of the Valsharess, I may need to speak with her soon. But I digress and my point stands.”
Meeting the Pilgrim
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A dark elf who wore long, straight, black hair slid into a seat across from the gnome. A dark slate hand ran through it for just a moment-- he made sure he was all neat and orderly before he’d bow his head. Even the white garments he wore bore not a single speck of dirt on them.
“I would be happy to assist you, ma’am.”
“… Anyone want a single-card reading? Need to practice.” A disgruntled hum as she popped her glowing rainbow wizard’s hat into existence between her hands with a strange sound like a balloon popping, except in reverse. She Slipped it over her hair and slid a feathered pin into place with a speculative swishing motion.
#glitterconjuration#white dwarf;#listen... i need to use this boy more and i don't get too many chances#though i apologize for springing a side muse on ya
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♥ (Ailenda for Saelihn)
“Ah--” Saelihn waved over the high elf. “I forgot to mention this, but your Undercommon is excellent.”
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“I see”
Ithnan blinked. “Sayuri has best name. It goes hard letter, soft letter, hard letter, soft letter, hard letter, soft letter! There’s only, um, four or five soft letters in whole Common! So it’s really good name.”
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