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noirbriar · 2 years

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FFXV AU: The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub (3)

Umm,wow, thank you everyone who liked the series and listen to my indulgent ramblings! OOC-ness ahead, but be reminded they are depressed and exhausted. Especially the twenty something year olds and the old man.Feelings are hard. You don’t resolve them being your ‘usual self’.

PART 1 HERE PART 2 HERE

(possible crossover of FF lores ahead in this AU.OOC-ness is all on me.You have been warned!)

- Luna is honestly feeling the tiredness seep into her bones, She feels nothing now that her powers blessed( …cursed? ) by Bahamut is gone. Shiva had left after Etro’s ultimatum.Possibly to find the other Astals.Ravus is looking after Tenebrae now they have been liberated and Areana is busy with Niflheim and the charge Loqi left with her.Supposedly Aldercapt’s secret granddaughter? She isn’t sure and for the first time she doesn’t want to care. She just feels so lost like an aimless flame burning out.

- With the entire Insomnia army crippled, Cor and Nyx have to gather and sort out their forces (“Yes we can’t do any magic.Yes half of our weapons are lost in the armiger.Use your head bash the daemon if you have to then!”) while Regis and Clarus focus on the remaining Niflheim government and citizens (or whats left anyway)

- Luna stands quietly by with Iris (who arrived with the second calvary. She took up arms as well since her father was unable to complete half his duties while recovering ) and Crowe watching over with an equally tired Ardyn on the same bench. The fact that two healers who got screwed over by the God they once believed in is sitting in the same space with a can of Ebony each seems almost comical if not for the awkwardness.

-(“What? So am I on babysitting duty?””Because I’m the Captain now and I say so.But hey,you get free pass to stab him now you can’t play with fire.””That makes no sense, Ulric. I’m telling your husband, clearly he’s the brains in this relationship.”)

-“You are a lot like her.Aera.” Ardyn starts wryly.”I am sorry for your loss.” Losses?Suffering? Luna for once can’t find the right words. “As I am. For…every thing else I suppose.” He replies.The “I tried to murder you” goes unsaid but heavily implied.Its not much but its a start. Luna sips her coffee. Urgh, Ebony tastes…awful.

- They gather later at the shelter will act as their resting area and Luna sees the boys already there. Gladio has Prompto resting against him, tucking in more blankets that they can spare, huddling and trying to give some comfort.While Ignis is finishing cleaning up his wounds.Without magic, their potions are limited.Ether and Elixir seems to be useless for Prompto’s problems too. Noctis can only squeeze closer to his best friend talking softly, trying to rub his hands and make him comfortable.(“I’m so sorry we took so long Prom, I’m so sorry.You’re safe now, we’ll protect you.”)

-Prompto also keeps asking Ignis if he’s alright and touches his face to be sure. He’s glad Ignis is safe but the advisor doesn’t understand what warranted the worry for him? After the chaos in Altissia they were so scared until Regis and the Kingsglaive had arrived and it was a disaster Luna does not want to revisit.

-Ignis tries to get him to rest but Prompto refuses, saying the voices of the dead are too loud and his body too wired from whatever energy crawling under his skin. He tries to smile but it makes them worry more. Prompto then pulls up his hand with the barcode under his glove, showing it to the boys. Apparently knowing you were to be an MT and actually looking at the evidence are two different things. Noctis gives zero shits and pulls in to hug his friend.He tells him now with Niflheim gone, they can tear down borders and reconnect the regions and he will need Prompto with them.

-”Ever at your side.”

-If there’s anything Luna has learned running around Eos with the boys, is that they are a set, they compliment each other.Sure, Gladiolus and Ignis may be duty bound to Noctis,occasional disagreements abound, but Prompto? He was just a sweet innocent soul in the middle of all this just wanting to help everyone.She remembers how he showed her his photos, and just him including her into the group during their journey. He embodied Life. (If it Prompto had never found Pryna, never wrote her letters?She might has lost her will by now.)

-Regis and the others are still throwing out orders (“And throw out the crests while you are all at it! I refuse to see that overgrown lizard adorning our guards’ uniform!”) Before they settle down for whatever rations they could spare for everyone.

-Its obvious 3 generations of Lucis Caelums are trying to ignore the Catoblepas in the room.Who wants to address the tension in their first family dinner of cold beans and preserved jerky together?Not them.Nope.Gonna avoid this while they can.

-Cor is trying not to hover, but the fact that his son can’t eat or drink is worrisome and he’s just so helpless watching him getting weaker.Prompto is only upset the 2 beads in his braid from Nyx are gone during his time in the Keep,Nyx takes out one of his own and braids a little one behind his ear.While watching Prompto grow weaker and convulsing painfully in between, everyone seems at a loss on how to help either.

-“Has anyone of you thought that maybe its his body that is not coping?Considering we just destroyed the Goddess’ heart…is it possible the powers in the crystal has returned to its owner?A vessel that can’t controls what flows within would be like a ticking bomb.” Ardyn munches on his beans mindlessly.The group turns to stare at the First King thoughtfully.Its clicks, before they begin to panic.

- Prompto knows nothing of magic. Etro didn’t use any except for that one protect spell either.The Lucis Caelums and glaives just wing it and find the most comfortable method for each of them. And mostly the Armiger, nothing so raw and pure as divine magic.And Etro’s? No body knows the ways of her magic anymore.And they aren’t about to ask the Astrals who murdered her certainly.

- It was Luna, seeing how her friend is suffering so quietly, who finally steps up and holds onto Prompto, calming him like the healer she is (was?). She tries to guide him in what she knows, how to channel the energy flowing inside.It isn’t much but it keeps her friend calm.Luna may no longer be the Oracle but she can help her friend.That she can do.Baby steps. Prompto saved her from suffering from her solitude when she was young. Its her turn now.(“Sorry Luna, I’m being a burden now-“”Hush,focus Prom!You are doing wonderfully.”)

-Ardyn taking the backseat and commenting lil quips on how Prompto should do though is annoying.Annnd he’s back to his usual annoying self.( “Do kids these days don’t listen to their elders anymore!Breathe and let it flow!No!Do not be stubborn, oh don’t let him do that!” )

-“What about…Her shrine?”Nyx finally turns Cor after thinking deeply.”Shrine?You mean there’s one?In-” “Galahd,yes.Well,more like ruins but…spiritual elders often say that there were Oracles of Etro once.They originated from there.Maybe it will help?” It sounds so stupid once he finishes, because what good would ruins do?

-However, Regis makes an argument.They need to head out to regroup anyway, Galahd is on the way to Lucis,if it helps them in securing Etro’s powers to go up against Bahamut then its a chance they must take. They have nothing left to lose at this point. To meet with the Galahdians to make amends and join forces against the darkness would be a win too.

-Arenea can’t leave but she lends them her ship. Ravus stays behind with Pelna and Crowe leading the forces there, Dustin and Monica are still in Lestallum with another army.Ravus hands her a pole arm.Simple,but will serve its purpose.He promises Luna they meet again in Insomnia to fight for the freedom of their cursed duty.A stiff acknowledgement from him to Regis, they did help in liberating Tenebrae after all. The Nox Fleuret are ready to began anew. _._._ PART 4 HERE

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #cornyx #cor x nyx #dad!cor #dad!nyx #etro!prompto #prompto argentum #cor leonis #nyx ulric #lunafreya nox fleuret #Noctis Lucis Caelum #everyone lives au #can you tell im rambling?#the lion the coeurl and the cub

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yourplayersaidwhat · 5 years

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He isn't Moving...

One of my players plays a Paladin of Bahamut who began life as a Barbarian. He was tasked with removing a drug addled vagrant from the back of the party’s wagon.

Paladin: Please get out of our wagon.

Vagrant: I told the elf, man, this is MY wagon! The voice in my head told me so!

(our resident Gnome Druid had been standing behind the vagrant when he told him, “this is my wagon,” and the vagrant took it to be a voice in his head)

Paladin: (noticing the vagrant pull out a joint) Hey, you need a light?

The vagrant nods, and the Paladin beckons him closer so he can “help”. Rolls a modified 20 to quickly grab the vagrant and toss him from the wagon. He proceeds to throw him head first into the nearby bar and a cracking sound could be heard.

DM: He isn’t moving

The Paladin’s player howls with surprised laughter.

Paladin: (OOC) Shit! I pull out my sword to finish him off.

DM: What???

Paladin: (OOC) I want to cast Revivify, but it only works if he’s already dead.

DM: He isn’t moving!

Paladin: (OOC) I know! You said that!

The Paladin the proceeds to wail on the vagrants chest to pump his heart.

DM: HE’S NOT MOVING!!

Paladin: Live, damn you!

DM: He’s dead!

So the Paladin casts revivify and the vagrant groggily stirs.

Vagrant: Oh! My chest!

Paladin: Drugs will do that to you, my friend.

Then the aforementioned Gnome Druid shows back up, riding atop his giant spider. This causes the vagrant to freak out.

Paladin: (having not noticed the spider) It’s okay! You’re okay.

The vagrant, after soiling his pants as the spider closed in on them, runs for it.

Paladin: Wait! Take some gold!

The Paladin rolls another modified 20 for the throw and pelts the vagrant with a few gold pieces.

Paladin: (OOC) All in all, I think that was a pretty even interaction.

#shit my players say #dnd #submission #why npcs hate pcs #this is how you paladin

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chococvtie-blog · 7 years

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destinedking replied to your post: but like…where did ardyn’s giant wing thing go...

His giant wing looks similar to the lucis emblem so a theory of mine is: the arm wing was Ardyn’s way of taunting the astrals. “na-na-na-boo-boo i’m hooome~ and u can’t~ do anything~ to stop meeee~”

he fuckin WOULD

#destinedking #(bahamut voice: are you done yet)#╰ ┊THIS IS LIKE A REAL-LIFE RPG (ooc)

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nelrunari · 5 years

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❖ And the Dream calls: Aias Nym Qidove.

Character Name: Aias Nym Qidove

Pronouns: He/him

Age: In the mid/late 300s

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, eye trauma, cults

Appearance:

Aias is short for a draakelf, but still a large 6’5 and very broad by elf terms. He looks about as strong as he is, for sure. He’s covered in little bronze scales, most visibly around the edges of the face and backs of the ears. Some, at this point have turned silvery, and some, black.

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DuqVfHiUYAAUnOo.jpg:large

Personality:

The definition of a lawful good paladin, Aias is a gentle soul. He seeks to do whatever good he can, no matter how small the deed in the name of his own personal morals and those more justice-leaning of Bahamut. He believes deeply that there is a spark of good in everyone, and will almost to his and the other’s detriment, try to make them see and bring it out in them. Coming from a culture that was very touchy, he often misinterprets personal space allowances even hundreds of years later, but will respectfully back off if he’s made aware. He happily assumes the role of someone to give guidance or shelter to anyone and everyone. While he’s charming, and carries with him plenty of life experience, naked intelligence has never been his strong suit. He has something of a martyr complex, and will withhold information from a person or many people if he believes it could bring them harm, thinking it is up to him to carry all the burden thrown his way.

Positive: Forgiving, Sincere, Compassionate, Optimistic

Negative: Secretive, Overbearing, Trusting, Fearful

Background:

Born Nym Qidove, oldest of three, he lived on a secluded island of other dragon elves, kept secret from the main lands via magic and centuries of painfully careful secrecy. Aias could see that the power that ruled over the land, known to them only as The Order, had maybe just one or two bad apples among them, and since childhood, sought to become part of the guard to change this from the inside to protect his friends and family. But he was a skinny, weak little thing, unsuited even for the farm work of his family, and too clumsy to work with his father in crafting jewelry.

The day he was old enough, he joined the island guard, and consequently had quite the hard time. They sought to bring out a vicious fury from all their soldiers, but Aias had no unbridled anger in him, and one such attempt to wrest it from him very nearly lost him an eye, and scarred him deeply across the left of his face. He was dismissed and given a different job, “tax collecting”, in a sense, a conceptually low combative profession. After an incident that left him to paranoid to remain around his society any longer, he took the first chance he had to escape, and abandon everything to disappear into Faerûn with only a heavy, cruel looking greatsword he stole off one of the Order guards before fleeing.

Life on the mainlands was tough with no understanding of the common tongue, and it took him a few years and many kind holy souls to teach him the basics; sleeping in churches, in the stables of those who would hire him for a day’s labor, or occasionally on the streets. He made his way eventually to Kingscrest along the Sword Coast, and after many attempts and failures, was drawn into the crownsguard, the drive to protect never leaving him despite how deeply fearful he had become. He became the personal guard to the queen for many years, joining an adventuring crew for a time to confront a force of evil in that land before. During that time he learned to depend a little more on the people around him, and bolstered his bravery enough to, with a heavy heart, leave them behind in new pursuit of wrong-righting and getting stronger, planning to one day return Home and hopefully drive the evil force there out.

He was gathered in by another group that wandered around the country of Ælea to fight the good fight and search for possible ways to solve a problem he refused adamantly to talk about for a hundred long years. And the lot of them, who came and went, became known across the land as legends. At some late point in these years, the scars were removed from his face with magic and he felt a little less burdened by his past, growing brighter and more confident. Aias sought ways to as he would say “remove the curse” that had been placed on his people by weapons like that blackened sword he always kept wrapped up, and eventually brought it to a master smith who knew as much about weapon making as she did about magic. By her hammer and prayer the sword was whittled down and much of the dark magic it was filled with dispersed, leaving only a long blade, “made of the strangest platinum”, he was told. Over this time, he did meet members of the religion that had been practiced around Home, but only at a distance, and as subtly as he could, herded his friends and anyone who would listen away, avoiding any confrontation he could. Even a century later, even a mention of the Order made his knees shake. It was the two longest standing members of this group, two elves that granted him the adult name ‘Aias’ for his loyalty and devotion and he used it ever since. When finally the venture became too much for the final two in the party, Aias was left alone, and went north in search of other brave souls he found a large city in the heart of Ælea’s mountain range, Exaholde, to settle down in as a townsguard for what he hoped would only be a short while.

Over a decade, he rose through their ranks to become the captain of the western division, under only the general himself and beside 3 others. He took on one wild soul, someone he felt he could guide to a better state and after a few frustrating years of butting heads, slowly, quietly, fell for him. Although the relationship was only ever one sided romantically, they became very close friends. But it wouldn’t have mattered, he would not reveal more than surface level details of himself for fear of being found out by the wrong person and having the horror of Home brought here. This would cost him that friendship eventually.

Eventually came the news of an encroaching threat, a small but horribly devastating collection of people bearing crimson and black armor, all marked with the same symbol: a crying eye with a slit for a pupil between two scaled wings. The Order was here, and it was coming to Exaholde. For what he could not know, but would not run, not this time. They were many, but he, he was strong. In the ensuing battle in the south fields, he spent more of his time healing the fallen and begging them to run when it was almost immediately clear they were outmatched, including reviving a number of times, the fool he fell for. In a last grand stand, he and a powerful magic user of some ilk destroyed each other, and he was disintegrated. Finally, in death, he felt Bahamut’s touch, warm and gentle.

But it was not a peace meant to last. When his eyes inexplicably opened again, there he was, back Home. Weak. And he could remember nothing more than that. There was only a drow man and a handful of people that looked distantly familiar, all in crimson and black. He was fed lines about “helping” this place, that this island called Ea Asari needed his help specifically, for his connection to the platinum dragon. They insisted on training Aias, who had been graciously reminded that was his name, in the ways of barbarianism by hoping perilous, terrifying battles would bring out a primal rage, for reasons he did not understand. And slowly, as the months went by without success in finding this fury, this man who he only ever heard called Order Master became impatient. In a snap, quite literally, the memories flooded back and Aias stood dumbstruck. In that moment, he found his rage, and in it, fought through, strangely, no one as he slew the drow, who seemed nothing but pleased. Shortly after, he was descended upon by dozens of guards, and eventually put down. He could not harm these people, his own family in two cases, and could not for the last of the life left in him understand why any god could let all this happen.

Death was cold, this time. And dark. Five women, unseen but sounding all the same, spoke, saying she was glad to finally see him. “Even if,” she said. “it is for but a moment.” And as cold claws wraps around Aias, his eyes opened. And there he was. Alive. Again. But he had not any control over himself, his voice was not his own. Instead, it was someone else. Someone barely familiar. An attendant to whatever all this was spoke: “Welcome back, Order Master.”

Memento:

The Bell - A long, bright blade smelted from platinum scales that never chips or scratches, the handle seeming too long for a regular longsword. Struck upon the ground, it makes a sound like the clap of a church bell. The thing is exceptionally heavy to most anyone not connected to a good-aligned higher power. It used to be a very evil weapon, but it was reforged and tempered to be a pretty, if not now notably less powerful blade. He keeps it with him though it slowly siphons his life away every new moon, thinking he may be able to use it as an antidote for its own curse.

Natural Abilities:

Breathweapon: Can breathe a 30ft long line of lightning.

Darkvision: Able to see 60 ft ahead as if in bright light, in dim light and that far in darkness as dim light and are unable to discern colours.

Draconic Heritage: Resistance to lightning damage

Power History:

Aias is (was?) a level 15 paladin with his oath pledged to the crown, and a level 1 barbarian.

His too many skills and peek at the character sheet are here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ywkm9Pvm-yMEk-u00Uy4bQHuiO8Tx-YOh-gNaMId0l4/edit?usp=sharing

Extra:

Pinboard : https://www.pinterest.ca/Rennigan/nym/

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0XdsiGHpeMGeOLghWJGGWK?si=2inbtAKhRl6C0OLZM1E1ig

❖ Nelrunari Section ❖

Ward: Hallowtide

Player Tag: Here

❖ OOC Section ❖

Name/Alias: Rennigan/Ren

Contact: @ChronosAster on twitter

Age: 25

Pronouns: they/them , she/her

#nelru apps #pc ( rennigan )#char ( aias nym qidove )

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anitax26 · 7 years

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Ep 24

I wasn’t even suprised. *sigh*

I don’t even have words for this, but i’ll try to voice my thoughts.

So, Charioce did all those horrible things and still didn't get a proper pay-off.

The things he did weren’t even needed.

And didn't he stop to think there was a reason the gods themselves didn't use Dromos to ‘kill’ Bahamut off. He blindly (and his followers) followed Martinet’s word.

Throughout the episode i was just like: (-_-).

I also was hoping that Bahamut wouldn't die. I love him way too much. It’s not even because i want a season 3. And if there is a s3, i hope that it won’t be ruined like s2.

Some of the scenes didn't make any sense.

Some characters were just thrown in there for more drama and they weren’t even used for something more important.

Like Lucifer and Gabriel. What the hell happened to them after Bahamut?

And the other beings?

Some things were just so unnecessary.

They didn't even do something with Jeanne and Azazel. That’s so ooc for them to just stand there and do nothing while Baha is attacking. And did they suddenly forget about the whole Charioce thing?

Also, when Nina was thinking about what happened and said Azazel ‘went somewhere’ i just, *sigh*. No shit Sherlock. It isn’t as if he was glued to the ground forever and wouldn't move.

Meanwhile, Azazel is in The Land Of The Gods. Did Gabriel just give him permission? Are the races now united? And what did Luci think of him going there? Is Luci trying to rebuild Cocytus?

There are so many plot-holes.

And how come Baha was so weak compared to Genesis? You know what, don’t even answer. I already know why. Also, what happened to him? Where is he? What happened to the residents inside him?

I’m sorry for my rant here. I might add some things later on if i forgot them. And i didn't touch on some subjects, ‘cause i didn't know how to handle them and i can’t find the right words for those. I will still write that one fic, but i will change some things that happened. And i’ll headcanon away the ruined parts of the story.

If there is a s3, i hope Jeanne and Aza will be the main characters. That is something i would watch if it’ll be written good enough. And please don’t kill Baha.

#LetBahaLive

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dawndragon32 · 7 years

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Chapter Two

Here it is, chapter two of Don’t Wake Me Cause I’m Dreaming.

Don’t kill me?

I wasn’t planning for things to go this way, and the story kinda took a mind of it’s own? If any of the characters are ooc, I’m sorry.

As always @nifwrites.

And, now here we are. Time for Sads.

(Notes: *Modicum Lumen is Little Light in Latin, I used google, and if this is wrong, please tell me!)

I knew something was up, the moment I was asleep. For one thing, we where at a place I hadn’t visited with my dad yet. Though, it wasn’t far from my house. We where just down the cliff from it and the light house that marked Cape Caem. And the other is, well, the air, my dad makes the environment, so when he does his mood affects it.

He was looking out over the water, but weirdly enough, didn’t have his fishing gear.

“Dad, is everything ok?” I ask as I sit next to him.

“I never really thought about you finding out that I was your dad, so, I never really thought about how I would have to tell you this.” He sighed,“Has your mama ever told you about the gods, Lux?”

“Yes? Titan, Ramuh, Leviathan, Shiva, Bahamut, and Ifrit?” I said, kicking my legs against the dock.

“Yes, but there are also minor gods. Do you remember Carbuncle?” He continued after I nodded. “Carbuncle is a minor god. He lets me barrow his powers.”

I nodded my head again, this I kinda knew, Carbuncle had mentioned something like it before.

“Carbuncle, is the god of Good Dreams For Children."He was looking out over the water again."After your 13th birthday, I wont be able to visit you again.”

I woke up.

I could already tell I was crying when I opened my eyes.Waking up had been kinda a habit, since I was little, if I was in a bad dream, and ‘The Kind Man’ took a little to long to get to me.

But this, this wasn’t fair? Technically I had just found my father, though more like found out about him. It wasn’t fair that in just a few years, I would lose him again?!

I got up out of bed, and walked slowly to my Mama’s room. It was still early, and I was wondering if it would be worth it to wake her up. Time moves slowly in dreams, so it was already about 3 a.m., even tho, I had only been in my dream for about 20 min.

I finally opened the door to her room. She was sleeping curled up on her side. Uncle Ignis was with her. They didn’t really have anyone, and they explained to me, that while they didn’t love each other like a Mama and a Dad did, they found comfort in each other. They had done it since I was little, and I always just figured, that even Mamas and Uncles needed cuddles when they where sad.

I climbed up on the bed, and wiggled in between them. Uncle Ignis woke up right away.

“Lux?” he asked as his hand smoothed my hair back.

I sniffled at him in response.

“What’s the matter Modicum Lumen?” His voice was full of sleep, and just loud enough to wake Mama, her hand joining Uncle Iggy’s.

“Dad, says.. He can’t… Visit me…After my… 13th birthday."I forced myself to talk through my sobs.

My Mama wrapped me up in her arms.

"I’m so sorry sweetie” She says into the top of my head.

We sit there, them trying to comfort me, until I fell back asleep.

When I was in my dreams again, I found myself at a place I had only heard my Uncles talk about. I knew it immediately, as Uncle Prompto had shown me pictures of it. It was much nicer then in the pictures tho. I was at the Citadel.

I knew I could go to my dad, Carbuncle had told me. But I hadn’t ever taken him up on it. But there Carbuncle was, sitting right on the front steps. I noise that sounded like an animal came from my pocket, and I pulled out a phone.

“Welcome to the After Life! But, don’t be afraid! We are just gonna go visit your dad! And maybe meet some more people!” the text ended on a dancing chocobo.

I nodded my head, and followed him into the big building.

Inside where lots of people, workers, and guards. One of the guards stopped, and looked at me. He had long hair and tattoos, but not like Uncle Gladio, who’s tattoo was big; no this mans tattoos, where very small.

“Well, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you where His Majesty’s little one.” Then he noticed Carbuncle. “Never mind, I’d say you are.” He said to me, then mumbled something into his earpiece .

“Let’s go find your Dad, shall we?” He pointed to an elevators at the back of the building, and started to walk that way.

A little noise came from the mans phone. “Yes Carbuncle, I understand, I will see him there safely.” and then Carbuncle disappeared into a puff of smoke.

We got to the elevators at the back, and moved to the last one, it took a card-key, which the man pulled out and used on the door. I looked up at him, “What’s your name?” “Nyx”

We got to the top, and went down a very long hall way. “We are in the Kings privet chambers. It ok since you’re his son, but most of the time, people aren’t aloud here. I don’t know if your dad is alone, as when he came home today, he was upset about something, but you can go right in.” We had stopped at a big door. “Thank You Nyx!"I smiled up at him.

I took a deep breath, and opened the door.

To be greeted by shouting.

There was my dad, and another man in the room. As well as a really pretty lady sitting in a chair, looking exasperated.

The pretty lady noticed me first.

"Noct” She said, drawing my dad’s attention away from the other man.

He looked to her, and then to the door where she was looking at me.

“Lux? How did you get here?"He rushed to me and was checking me over.

"Carbuncle brought me, and then Nyx brought me up stares.” I was looking at the other man behind dads shoulders.

Dad picked me up, and turned around.

“Lux, this is Luna”, he pointed to the lady, “and your Grandfather”, the other man in the room.

“Hi!"I said, giving the best smile I could, tho, it had just occurred to me why I was here again.

"Hello”, Luna had gotten up, and was holding out her hand to me, which I shook.

My grandfather, just waved at me, looking a little awed.

“You, look just like your father did, when he was your age."Luna told me.

"Mama says that too! And my uncles!”

I heard shuffling, and I looked to see my grandfather sit in one of the chairs. That’s when I took in more of the room, not just the people in it. I was big, but kinda empty, with a few chairs and a couch sitting next to a fire place, and then a huge bed up against the wall.

“Who’s room are we in” I asked my dad.

“Mine” He told me, as we sat in the other chair, while Luna sat on the couch.

“Oh."And we sat in silence for awhile.

"I know, it’s a long time away, but I’m still sad."I mumbled, trying not to cry again. "But I’m sorry I woke up earlier, I didn’t mean to.” I was crying again.

He hugged me to his chest, and was rubbing my back.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to have to leave you ever, but Carbuncle can’t find a way around it. I’m so sorry.” We sat like that for a long time. And then I felt morning calling me.

“I have to wake up, I love you.” “I love you too, see you tonight."

I nodded into his shoulder, and woke up snuggled between Uncle Iggy, and my Mama. They where whispering, about how they would help me, if I was crying when I woke up. But I decided to be strong, and not cry about it, there where much sadder things to cry about, and I would just make myself be happy, about the fact that I even got to spend time with him.

"Uncle Iggy, can I have pancakes?” I asked, and startled them. “Yes Modicum Lumen, you can have as many pancakes as you want.”

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DND with Jay (A season finale of sorts)

(Like I said, a lot of shit happened. Here’s some more!)

DM: After the sandstorm dissipates, you are all left in the presence of Bahamut’s head as Shmoogy leaves. Anyone want to say anything? Possibly to Theodora, who just watched another god behead her god?

Theodora: (Still kneeling in the sand near her god’s head)........

Koejin: (Walks up and just stands next to her)

Alabaster’s bag starts to yell out a muffled “what the fuck was that?!” And Alabaster pulls out Haida’s severed head. (Context: Haida is another Acentria’s Thia (our leader.) She is a necromancer who works under Ticket Master in that world (or at least she claims. Art’s not too sure.) The big thing that sets her apart from Thia is that Haida has no problem killing people while Thia is a pure pacifist. Haida tells us that Thia has to kill Mrs. Red. Once again, Art is skeptical.

(More Context: Art and Thia once had an argument after they killed General Blue. I don’t think Thia has really forgiven him for it, but she’s slowly working on trusting him again.))

Alabaster: Oh! Hello there!

Haida: Ahhh! God you’re haunting! What was that noise?!

Alabaster: (turns and faces her to Bahamut)

Haida:....Oh... shit.... wait.... this is ...good... yeah, this is good!

Art:...Is it?

Haida: Yeah, I mean. We were fighting him and now he’d dead, right? Good work, team!

(Alabaster returns Haida to his bag.)

Wreybar: I wanna attempt to play field hockey with Bahamut’s head! (Runs up and smacks the massive dragon head with her axe only to fall down)

Art: (sighs and walks over to Wreybar, leans over to look down at her) You good there, buddy?

Wreybar: (thumbs up)

Hennessy:(Walks up and hands Theodora her sword) I believe this belongs to you?

Theodora: ........... (takes it super reluctantly)

Now that the sandstorm has dissipated, we can see across the desert to another city where Mrs. Red is landing. Those who rolled high on investigation can see that Rieta is on her back. (Art was one of the high rollers.)

But, before we can react, fifty soldiers come marching out of the city and surround us, swords and shields at the ready. The head guard walks up to us with a scroll.

Head Guard: Under direct order from Mrs. Red, the City of Clearly Snowball hereby puts all of you under arrest (points to Hennessy) you, for being worshipped as a false god up in the Samhain islands. (points to Alabaster) you, for worshipping a false god and spreading his word. (Points to Art) you, for having lain with evil itself. (points to Theodora) you, for abandoning your post and the worship of a false god. (points to Koejin) you, for a long list of crimes, including the murder of General Blue. (points to Wreybar) and you, for being just... a tiny abomination.

Wreybar: try me, bitch. (for context, Wreybar is a gnome with a high pitch helium baby voice)

Head Guard: It’s up to you whether you want to go peacefully or not. We could make this get ugly.

Art:... you know who we are. ‘Peaceful’ isn’t exactly our style.

Head Guard: That’s why there’s fifty of us. (They brace themselves)

(The party tenses up. We were kinda preparing for a fight.)

Theodora: Stop! .... We’ll go. (turns back to us) We’ll go...

(All of us kinda had different ideas as to what we were going to do. Some wanted to fight. Others wanted to just go quietly.)

DM: We’ll go one by one and you all can choose how to react to your guard.

Alabaster’s guard: (looks at him and sighs) Look, this will all be easier if you come quietly and.... maybe consider changing your worship practice.

Alabaster: Yes... I’ll keep that in mind.

Hennesy’s guard: (just goes to work on handcuffing Hennessy)

Hennessy:... please don’t make them too tight now.... (high roll on persuasion)

Hennessy’s guard:.... (keeps cuffs pretty loose)

Art’s Guard: (walks up like he’s all tough) hands behind your head.

(Me: Can I roll to see if this is all an act?

DM: Sure. (High roll) Alright, so you see it isn’t; he means business. But Art’s seen this before. The man’s overcompensating for something.

Hennessy’s player: He got a tiny dick!)

((If I was even remotely close to Art’s charisma, I probably would’ve been able to find out something to do with that...))

Art: Look, you don’t have to do this. If you let us go, we can pretend this never happened; we leave this city and we never come back. (Low persuasion roll)

Art’s Guard: For someone who laid with evil, you’d think your tongue would be a little more silver.

Art:.... ( puts his hands behind his head and casts Mislead. Invisible Art walks away)

Head Guard: (sighs) stay where you are, tiefling. (breaks through Art’s spell. Hennessy now sees that the armor grants the soldiers Truesight.)

Art: (suddenly appearing mid escape) ....shit.... (seeing Hennessy and Alabaster pretty much already cuffed makes him yield)

DM: Art, I’m gonna need you to roll a wisdom saving throw.... if you don’t pass it, shit’s gonna go down.

Me: (rolls a 19).... ugh.... I really wanted to see shit go down....

DM: Art, you know Ticket Master pretty well now. So, you close your fist before he can say anything as the guard cuffs you.

Koejin’s player: Okay, so I’ve been thinking up quips and stuff while this is happening and so I call out (I forget what she said...) and punch my guard in the gut, then follow that up with “Quit slut-shaming the bard!”

(Funny OOC moment: Hennessy’s player misheard Koejin’s and thought she said “punch in the butt.” This turned into ten minutes of everyone inventing a rom com where it’s basically just an hour of... certain butt stuff that ends in “I’m sorry, what was your name?”... we’re all pretty fucked up people. I love this group.)

DM: do you wanna see your guard before you do this?

Koejin: ...fuck it, yeah. I’m still gonna do it.

DM: You’re gonna feel a little silly. Because when you turn to punch, you don’t have a man standing in front of you. You have a kid. And you just decked him right in the face. He falls flat on his ass and his lip starts quivering.

Koejin:.... uhhh, hey.... Why do I get the child?

Art’s Guard: (as he’s handcuffing Art) I’m not gonna be the one to deal with you.

Art: (shrugs) you are the most dangerous out of all of us.

Koejin: (touched) Thank you, Art!

Art: That being said... why the fuck did you bring a child here?!

(We start shaming the soldiers for bringing a little kid to capture some highly dangerous criminals. Koejin tries to convince the kid to help us out and we can help him find his parents. Then, the head guard walks up and guides the kid back over to Koejin. Koejin goes to punch the guard, hits his armor, and shatters the bones in her hand.)

Koejin: FUUUUUUUCK!!!!!

Head Guard: not so smart for a ranger to lose her firing hand. (guides the kid back to her) put the cuffs on.

Child Guard: (still sniveling.. up until he locks the cuffs. Then the water works stop.) Dumb bitch....

Koejin: (mouth agape) (goes to kick the kid)

(Me: Can we all try and trip the little shit as he walks passed?

DM: no.)

Koejin: (As she’s being arrested, turns to shout at Theodora) You don’t get to leave and then expect us to go quietly!

Theodora’s Guard: (possibly the calmest and most quiet)

Theodora: (Recognizes him but can’t quite put her finger on as to why) ....how do we know each other?

Theodora’s Guard: I don’t believe we’ve met. Please just come quietly.

Theodora: (Nods)

Wreybar’s guard: Now, are you gonna put up a fight?

Wreybar: Come at me, motherfucker! What you gonna do, put a cuff over my stump?! Do it! See what happens!

Wreybar’s guard: (Stabs a large spike into her stump where, at the top, is the sigil of Mrs. Red on a piece about the size of a fist. He then cauterizes the wound and glares at her) there. Now I have a place for the cuffs.

The rest of the party: ....(in shock)

Art, cuz he can’t ever keep his mouth shut:.... holy fuck...

DM: You’re all loaded into the caravan one by one, and your guards are following closely behind. Theodora, Hennessy, as it drives away, you see Green appear in front of the head of Bahamut. He puts his hands on his head in shock.

Hennessy: (Distracts his guard just enough to then shoot out magic missile like a flare)

Green: (sees it but doesn’t come after the caravan)

DM: Theodora, you notice your guard is staring Art down. Like, intensely staring at him.

Me: Do I notice?

DM: Roll perception (high roll) yes, but when you look to meet his eye, he looks away.

Me: I’m gonna roll to see if I know him. (another high roll; this was a pretty good night for Art)

DM: So, you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you’ve slept with him. (Koejin’s player: of course he did!) There is no question in your mind. But you don’t ever remember sleeping with an elf. (Me: Weird thing for Art to not have done...)

Art: (now staring at Theodora’s guard, trying really really hard to remember when and how.)

Kid guard: (still being all smug)

Theodora:.... I’m sorry they got to you so young...

Kid guard: You really don’t get it, do you? (points to the head guard) That’s my dad.

Koejin: Oh, so you’re the worst kind of little shit. A ‘ do you know who my father is’ little shit.

Kid guard: Shut up. You’re going back to jail. I know your type, I can smell the alcohol on you from here.

Art: (while still staring) being an alcoholic isn’t a crime.

The kid ignored Art and continued to talk about them being criminals and how Koejin was going to spent the rest of her life behind bars. You know, because daddy said it was gonna be like that. The fighting does eventually dwindle.

Koejin: Hey, can someone heal my hand please? It really hurts...

Art: (pulling his attention away from the guard to glare at Koejin)

Wreybar: (also glaring at Koejin) Ohhhh, does your hand hurt?! Wouldn’t know what that’s like!

Art: It must be soooooo painful!! I feel soooo bad for you!

Koejin: Okay look, both of you can go an- (can barely be heard over Wreybar and Art talking about how much they care about Koejin’s hand pain.)

((Context: Art’s hand was sliced off by Koejin quite a few sessions ago; it was reattached by Ticket Master and is now the main source of speaking for the god. Also, Wreybar has a stump where her hand used to be because Koejin convinced her to remove the bracelet which led to a lost hand.))

Head Guard: Listen... stop your fucking bickering or this is going to be a painful time for all of you.

We pull up to the jail and are ushered out of the caravan. Art goes to take this opportunity to try and send a message to Theodora’s guard to, once more, try and figure out how he knows him. All he gets back is ear piecing feedback.

Art, a dumbass who assumes this has something to do with magic: (leans closer to Hennessy) might wanna try not to use magic...

Hennessy: So we’ll have to get through this with our wits and wiles. Luckily (shows Art his loosened cuffs) we have those in spades.

We all get thrown into our cells, all separate cells but still within reach and the ability to talk to one another. There’s an empty, broken down cell next to Art and a cell with an elf boy next to Alabaster. Once the guards are gone, we all work to slip out of our cuffs. Well, all but Theodora.

As we’re all arguing (as we often do; it’s amazing we can get anything done) the boy in the cell wakes up and tells us all to shut the fuck up. His name is Vance; he’s got one eye sewn shut and was thrown in jail for literally telling Clearly (The city-dictator and Alabaster’s sister) that he’ll kill her. Coolest homeless kid.

Koejin finds this suspicious and shames Alabaster for revealing his name to the child.

Vance: You know, you look a lot like Clearly Snowball...

Alabaster:....er...well, you see....

Art, knowing Alabaster can’t lie: He gets that a lot. Like, all the time.

Alabaster: Yes! Quite!

Vance: Look, I don’t give a shit. Just saying it’s not common to see such an elf monstrosity and yet.... here we have two of them.

((Meanwhile))

Koejin: (sticks her hand through the bar to Theodora’s cell) Hey, could you help me out with this?

Theodora:....not anymore.

Hennessy: (easily misty steps right out of his cell) I was actually curious, Theodora. Now that Bahamut is... well... does that make you an Oathbreaker?

Theodora: I don’t know.... God has never died in front of me before.

Alabaster: Well.... in my studies, I learned that when a god is slain by another, that god then gains their realm as well...

(A moment of tense silence as everything settles into what that might mean.)

Art: (Sees Hennessy Misty step and uses dimension door to do the same)... huh... (picks the lock to his cell so he can go in and out if someone comes in. He then turns and looks over at the broken down cell.)

Vance: You know, guys, they’re gonna be back to give us food in a bit. And the guard who feeds us isn’t one you wanna mess with.

Hennessy: (goes to use magic to free Koejin.)

Koejin: Whoa whoa, hey! Why are you doing that when Art can pick locks?!

Hennessy: Huh? Oh! Art, would you mind freeing our compatriots?

Art: (actually remembers he’s kinda the Rouge stand-in) Right, yeah. (Works to pick every lock the same way he did for his own cell; so that, if someone comes in, we can all get back in the cell, no problem. He’s able to do it to every cell but Wreybar’s.)

Alabaster: (heals Koejin’s hand once both of them are free)

Art:(stops at Vance’s cell) Hm...

Vance: So, tiefling? Gunna let me out too?

Art: (pauses at Vance’s cell)...We all good to let the kid free? Koejin?

Koejin: Ugh, yeah I guess.

Theodora: Art.... please... free him.

Art: Yeah, okay.... (unlocks Vance’s cell)

Vance: Great. Now, like I said, they’re gonna be coming into feed us soon, so...

We all end up flooding back into our cells for a few minutes when a familiar face enters the room.

((Really long bit of context here: First general we took down was General Green who was then replaced with Thia’s guy; an Aarakocroa named Zerg. Zerg had a wife that we forgot to search for in the library (Green’s battleground, basically) which lead to her being horribly injured. Red found her and brought her to Vincent (Hennessy’s fiancé and possibly the only sane tiefling in this entire world) where he was able to make her some new body parts. Pretty much all technological advancements in this world are the work of Vincent in some way. Anyway, we went back to the first city and found her fighting with her husband. There, she swore to kill us all and was pretty much put in place to be one of the new Generals.

She has no name as far as I remember. Also, she’s batshit. So, for now, imma call her General Batshit.))

General Batshit: (walks in and looks at all of us with a growl) ugh... (Tosses Vance’s food into his cell before addressing all of us) Mrs. Red wants all of you alive so she can deal with you herself. But... I guess it can’t be helped if you all starve to death. (throws down the food in the middle of the room and laughs as she walks out.)

Art:...This is poor planning on her part... Red’s gonna see that we were never fed and who’s that gonna link back to?

Alabaster: Not to mention how unsanitary it is to simply throw the food in the middle of the room.

(Everyone walks back out of their cells.)

Art, to Vance: How much time does that give us?

Vance: They usually check like every half hour. But that could be changed considering there’s more people.

Koejin: Right, so we figure out a way quickly. Does a certain talking hand have anything to say?

Art:....He hasn’t said anything in a while. (looks at his hand. The Ticket Master hand still has the cuff on it.)

Koejin: (helps remove the cuff and looks down at the hand again, getting real close.) Hey, buddy. You there?

Art:.... (slaps her with that hand) Sorry, it has a mind of it’s own.

((DM: Roll deception

Me: Dude, I was kidding.

DM: okay, you roll deception and Koejin rolls insight. See if she falls for it.))

Koejin: (rolled low and gasps happily) he’s back!!

Art: (rolled high on deception and can’t believe Koejin fell for it)....(smacks her with his other hand)

Koejin: (finally gets it) See if I ever save your life again.

They all start looking around. Art goes and studies the broken down cell to figure out why it’s in the condition it’s in. When he does, a smilie face glows in the back of the cell.

Art:... guys! I found something! (A little excited because he knows who it is) Wreybaaaarrrr! I wanna get in here!

Hennessy: (Stepping over to see and recognizes the mark) Why, Art, I do believe that is Ticket Master-

Art: I dO BeliEve tHaT iT’s- yeah, no shit it’s Ticket Master!

Hennessy: (Deadpan stare) It’s his sigil. From his jacket.

There is no getting into the cell, the door is completely rusted shut. Art tries to get Wreybar to pry it open, but they don’t have the time.

There’s a sudden rumble outside the jail. Like a giant explosion that shakes everything. Because of the lack of windows, we can’t see what happened. As we’re all trying to figure it out, Hennessy sees the door starting to open. He then moves to hide behind the door, possibly to ambush the newcomer.

It’s Theodora’s guard.

Theodora’s Guard: Listen, we don’t have much time. I have to get you out of here.

Koejin: Was that explosion you?

Theodora: Why are you helping us?

Theodora’s guard: No, it wasn’t. I’m just using it’s timing. I don’t know why I’m helping you. I just! I just feel like... I need to.

Art: There’s gotta be a reason. You know, maybe some kind of...purely platonic feeling... Something other than just “I need to help these people.”

Theodora’s Guard: (blushes the moment Art mentions “platonic feelings”) I don’t know... I just feel like you’re.... friends. (huge hint that I didn’t even realize was a fucking hint until typing this out!!)

Vance: Yeah, that’s cool and all. But.... am I free to go?

Theodora’s Guard: I don’t care what you do.

Theodora: What do we call you then, friend?

Theodora’s Guard: My name is Samhaiel.

Art: Samhaiel.... Right.

Koejin: We trust him, right?

Alabaster: Yes! Samhaiel is friend-shaped!

That’s all it took for everyone to approve of Samhaiel. We all end up running from the jail and see a giant black force working to destroy the building. And that’s when we run into another familiar face.

It’s Green. (To recap: Green is a lich who was our first general. He’s on our side now.)

Green, so done with our shit:....Looks like you guys got yourself in quite the shit show.

He leads us to an abandoned house where we can talk about all the events that took place. Meanwhile, we’re all trying to figure out what’s going on with Samhaiel, where it’s pretty obvious Art’s frustrated with the idea of knowing him but not knowing him.

There’s a moment where Samhaiel is ushered away to stand guard while we talk a little bit. (There’s a moment where it shows that the guard is pretty intimidated by Green.)

Art: Can’t we just have Green attach to him?!

Green: I could use a little energy since the travel here....

Theodora: No. No more brain sucking.

Art: Oh, come on!

Koejin: Wait... how do you know him, Art?

Art: Errr.... well...

Green: Would someone mind filling me in on what the fuck is going on?!

Art pulls Green to the side, further away from Samhaiel (because we don’t know how much we can really trust him) and tells him everything they’ve done and what they know about the god war. They rejoin the group shortly after the convo.

Green: So.... I’m going to be needed. Understand that, by doing this, the gems will be destroyed. Meatball will always be Meatball. All hope for returning Eltbalm to his body will be lost.

Koejin: I think that’s something we’re willing to deal with....

Art:....what’ll happen to Rieta?

Green: If you can get the gem from her spine safely, nothing. But... That’s the problem. Getting her gem. For now... I would very much like to see what he knows (gestures to Samhaiel)

Theodora: .....

Art: It’s not permanent! Shit, I was only an idiot for a little bit.

Koejin: You’re still an idiot.

Art:... Hmph... Be that as it may... I volunteer for Samhaiel to get his knowledge seeped.

Green: I’ll only accept a unanimous decision. (turns to everyone else)

Everyone: (reluctantly agrees to allow a knowledge seep from out new friend.)

Samhaiel is called back over to the group. The line pops out from Green and immediately sticks into Samhaiel’s forehead. There’s a moment of nothing, then Green collapses on the ground.

Samhaiel stands up straight and smiles wide: Hello, friends! (It’s Ticket Master)

((Koejin’s player: I fucking knew it!!!

Me: I had a feeling... I just wasn’t sure...) (Why that other part was a huge hint. Since the beginning, Ticket Master has always referred to our group as “friends.” It’s also always the giveaway when someone is being controlled by his powers.))

Samhaiel: Yes, this must be very confusing for all of you. You see, this is my mortal form.

Art: Does that mean Samhaiel is your name?! (realizes his mistake as soon as the words leave his mouth.) ((AKA: Jay forgot for a moment, Ticket Master doesn’t remember his original name))

Ticket Master: (staring at Art in annoyed silence) ....Moving on.

Art: Yeah, for the best....

Ticket Master: You have to bring this form to me, but first you’ll need to get to that other city across the desert, yes? Well, my friends, you let that boy go.

Koejin: He was too cool to keep around.

Ticket Master: Yes, well, cool or not... He was your best hope for travel, especially now (he gestures to Green) That eye of his was a portal. And you just let him go. So now, it’s up to you to find a new way.

(We all kinda pause as we let that sink in. A lot of shit’s been happening to us...)

Ticket Master: But, as of right now, I can’t stay in this body. And we should let him back up again.

Art: Yeah... maybe knowledge sucking was a bad idea...

Ticket Master: Indeed! Goodbye for now! (The thread detaches and Samhaiel is back to being confused) Wh-what just happened?!

Koejin: Do you not remember?

Samhaiel: No. That thing attached to me and then it was just...dark...

(Hennessy’s pager goes off. For a moment, we (as players) make a joke that it’s a dick pic from Vincent. It was a text from Vincent. But it was a picture of General Batshit, holding Vincent up by the head. It comes with text that reads “this is your fault.”

All our pagers go off.)

General Batshit: All of you have loved ones that can be taken away. Keep this in mind when making your next move.

(DM: And that’s where we end for now.

Hennessy’s Player: Way to follow with the ‘kill the gays’ trope, DM!

Me: That’s one hell of a cliffhanger to leave until possibly January!

Koejin’s Player: It’s the mid-season finale!)

(((I still hate it...)))

#adventures of art the bard #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd bard #dnd wizard #dnd paladin #dnd cleric #dnd barbarian #dnd ranger #tiefling #homebrew characters #homebrew gods #this is one of those situations where I can only theorize what Art's gonna do #Either save his sister or save Hennessy's fiancé (who hates him)#I want to say he'll realize Vincent's in more danger than Rieta #But...seriously.... boy goes off the rails whenever I try to think about his situation #Guess we'll find out in January #shut up jay

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