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kelbunny · 1 month

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Frederica & Giovanna for the character thing!

Frederica Aesfrost

how much I like their personality

I've mentioned this at least once before, but I love her personality growth sm. How she starts out as a meek, don't say something outta line sort of person to being extremely confident and strong. But even with that strength, she's keeps her kindness.

And I like that a lot.

how much I like their design/aesthetics

Her design is so pretty. I really like how her hair and dress work together so nicely.

Also, I love her teir 3 upgrade sm. The dark blues and whites work so well to compliment her hair, I love the ponytail, and just how regal she looks. I honestly need to draw it at some point.

how interesting I think they are

Definitely one of the most interesting characters in TriStrat. She's a character I want to do more small analyses of, as even during the early parts of TriStrat, when she's supressing her wants due to the affects of her harassment from Erika and Thalas, she's still got a sharp tongue and strong will.

how well-written I think they are

I love her character growth sm, her progression from trying to avoid stepping out of line to being able to use that formerly dormant strong spirit to incite a revolution and change in morality/golden feels so natural and I stand by her being one of the most well-written female characters I've seen.

(if applicable) how much I like their mechanics in-game

Probably my most used of the mages. I tend to focus more on damage over utility, which Frederica feels like she has a better advantage over.

if I think they are a Good Person(tm)

100%. She's probably the most consistently good characters throughout the game, but in the "kindness is not weakness" sort of way.

Giovanna Koppel

how much I like their personality

She is my silly little girlie. Her brand of nerdiness feels a lot like my brand of nerdiness and I vibe with that a lot.

how much I like their design/aesthetics

I think her design is really cute. I'm a huge fan of her feminine nerd vibes, especially when combined with her tier 3 Pickaxe. I've 100% got to draw her at some point.

Also, more games need geomancers who are geologists. Maybe I'm playing the wrong games, but like it makes sense! Make the one who can manipulate the earth a rock nerd.

how interesting I think they are

She's one of the conviction units I definitely think more about. Girl knew the truth about salt and Norzelia's geographical history before anyone else. I need to see her sit down and chat with Frederica over Norzelian History.

how well-written I think they are

For what little screentime she gets, I think she's pretty well written, my only complaint being I wish she had more mid battle convos like the other two max conviction units to flesh her out more.

(if applicable) how much I like their mechanics in-game

I am like Giovanna's #1 fan. She's a very map dependent unit, but on those good maps, I say she's even better than the standard mages. She was a pretty important unit when I was attempting to beat the Assassins mock battle, bc of her high magic range and her higher defensive stats compared to the standard mages.

if I think they are a Good Person(tm)

Yes, though I don't have much elaboration due to minimal screentime rip

#My two favorite mages fr #Also apologies for taking so long I didn't have the energy at the time and it got lost in drafts haha #But gio needs more love from the tristrat fandom #And I feel if tristrat was more popular she would really vibe with many tumblr users. I 100% see a modern Gio being a tumblr user #triangle strategy #triangle strategy spoilers #frederica aesfrost #Giovanna koppel #Kelbunn answers

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megarywrites · 8 months

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Dino ask! :3 Deinonychus and I have to send my favorite dino: Ankylosaurus

thank you!!! under the cut because as usual, it got long lol

Deinonychus | share a scene with banter

She shifted, sitting now instead of squatting beside me, her arm braced somewhere behind me, our shoulders barely touching. I picked a few more othima. “I wish we had gotten to look around some more. It seems like a really charming place.” Smiling, I arranged the blossoms between my fingers, pinching the stems to hold them in place. “What were you and Ma laughing about? When I was outside?” “Oh, that.” She chuckled, and I looked up, slightly startled to find her face so close to mine. But she wasn’t looking at me. “She mentioned something about how you were never that eager to clean before, and I said that that hasn’t changed since you came to Katania.” “Hey, I keep my side of our room clean.” “If you want to call it that, sure.” The corner of her lips twitched up, her dimple appearing for a split second before her gaze flicked up to meet mine. We were already close. So close. Yet I wanted to be closer still. To let myself get lost in the depths of her eyes. Her attention lowered for a second, the very tip of her tongue poking out to wet her lips. My heart stuttered as her eyes captured mine again. What were we talking about? She looked away with a small smile, making to stand. “We should hurry if we want to make it back before supper.” I leaned toward her, missing the close proximity already. “Here,” I said, holding out the measly bundle of flowers to her. Solera brushed the seat of her kapta off before she collected the othima from me, her fingers brushing against mine. “Thank you, Thala.” Warmth washed over me that had nothing to do with the heat of the day.

Ankylosaurus | share some of your favorite descriptive text

The gap between the rock faces started to widen, an ever-brightening blue light welcoming us as we swam out into the open. My eyes widened and my mouth fell slightly open. A courtyard of a spiraling mosaic of green, yellow, and gray splayed out before us, clumps of bright green algae clinging to the faded stones like moss. Gardens of swaying red and yellow-green sea flora stretched out around the sprawling, airy palace up ahead. Deteriorating statues of once-noble dragons flanked the curved staircase leading up into the palace, the one on the left holding my attention until Mitha called out a greeting and waved to a cluster of mermaids within the garden. She didn’t stop to talk, however. Instead, she led me up into the dilapidated palace itself. The walls, where they still remained, possessed some of the grandeur of the former hall. Faded murals depicting an age long past adorned them. The pointed, arched ceiling was so vast that I had to squint to make out even the slender beams stretching between the patchy roof. Time and water had eroded the faces, wings, and tails of the stately columns that had been carved to appear like the dragons of legend. Broad arched windows sat between each of these, looking out over another courtyard, where deep reds and blues joined in the dizzyingly swirled mosaic. Another garden spilled out onto the courtyard, which was populated with many more mermaids, most of which were fawning over Kama. Her head was resting on the jagged edge of the courtyard, which dropped off abruptly into the deep sea. Her long dark body swayed lazily in the current until she rolled over on her side to let some of the mermaids pick off the barnacles stuck to her underbelly. “Thala.” I started at the sound of my mother’s voice, so taken with the bewildering, wonderful sight before me that I had forgotten about Mitha sharing her face and voice. I tore my attention away from the spectacle, looking over at her. “Come. I’ll show you where we rest.” She had to keep reminding me to follow her, as I constantly got distracted by the surrounding murals. Faded as they were, it was hard to make out the depictions. But, from what I could tell, it told the story of the dragons and their friendship with the humans—a story that barely persisted with the passage of time in Grea. I knew of it from tales Pa had brought back from other lands, but even then, my memory was fleeting. I was about to ask Mitha about it when I turned to find that we had reached the doorway that dwarfed both Mitha and I, and she chuckled as I looked up at it in awe. “It had to be this large so the dragons would walk beside their humans.” The courtyard filled with other mermaids and Kama laid to the right of us, and to the left, the garden. And beyond the garden, the thick strips of the algae forest danced in the current.

send me dinosaur asks?

#ask #wip: seafoam #excerpt: seafoam #mc: thala galanis #sc: solera aurado #idk if that counts as banter but it's very soft banter + an absolute unit of a simp: Thala alsdkjfa #sc: Mitha #sc: Kama #hopefully you don't mind a bit of dialogue with the description #i chose this passage specifically because of the history behind this particular location #i can't wait to reach in in my series (but i have to wait for several books until the time loop starts over again lol)

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randomnameless · 2 years

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I can’t believe they made a boat map in Triangle Strategy

I still firmly believe Frederica’s descent to Hell isn’t as visible as Roland’s, but damn if the bridge chapter with Thalas and Erika rubbed me the wrong way.

Before the chapter she musters her resolve to kill them (which is already meh), then during the battle proper she has her “yas slay kween” lines lashing out against her abusers, and then when they’re dead she’s all sad going “sayonara” to their bodies?

Don’t get me wrong, this game follows the usual “people die when they are killed” trope, but with all those characters surviving after a fight (Avlora, Maxwell, even Idore) and the pair of siblings not looking like to be the kind of people to fight to death - couldn’t they have, idk, beaten them enough so they wouldn’t die?

Like not even letting them live to be sent to Gustadolf - who would kill them either because they outlived their usefulness or showed a “lack of merit” - but even some post battle scene, they’re both on their knees and refuse to accept Frederica’s mercy - who still wants to spare her younger siblings - maybe they try to attack her while she walks away and Serenor kills them to protect her, something, idk.

In the first chapters Frederica was someone who had a high moral compass and thought of the people, wanting to save them all or tried to find a way to save them all, but through the course of the game, Frederica only reserves her mercy for Rozellians - culminating in her ending, aka letting the world burn and millions to be killed as long as Rozellians are safe.

So after the resolve “I will kill them” before the map and the “kween slay” lines during the map - her “guilt” when she tells them goodbye feels forced.

Granted, that’s nothing next to Roland’s sudden stupidity

(even if, with hindsight, Benedict going all “oh well we don’t have time to rescue Cordelia, we have other things to do, let her go to Aefrost we shouldn’t care about this now” is hilarious if we follow the “Benedict wanted to get rid of Regna’s legitimate line to put Serenor on the throne because he could never fuck Serenor’s mom”).

Rushing in to save his sister who was kidnapped(as far as he knows) by the woman who led the invasion against his home, killed his father figure and killed his older brother? Totally understandable.

Going “Roar Vengeance” even when Cordelia told him Avlora hasn’t been mean to her? Mmkay, why not.

Roland pulling a “Xander and Elise” moment when Cordelia shields Avlora with her body? When, in his own path in the gardens, he stops at the last moment, but here apparently he doesn’t??

The fuck?

And Avlora, who swore to protect her, sees Cordelia bleeding out and just nopes out from the situation by jumping off the boat?

What.the.actual.fuck??

First route bias is a hell of a thing, but damn if the Roland path from this chapter wasn’t 1000 times betters - Roland doesn’t harm his sister, he and Avlora have a last duel at the bridge where Maxwell died, Roland doesn’t “kill” her but she falls in the river, much like Maxwell himself not after telling him to “look after Cordelia”? Roland realising there was more to Avlora that what he first thought?

Oh well, since I’m gunning for completion (and I sold the Rozellians, not something I want to do ever again I fucking hate that map) I picked Frederica’s Chapter 15, where Travis stole Frederica’s mom’s book from Gustadolf and is most likely going to be the mc guffin telling us everything about rock salt - since Jerome and the elder were “escorted” to Hyzante.

#triangle strategy #triangle strategy spoilers #I know Thalas and Erika were pieces of shit #but if we are following their sister's path I expected more than 'i will kill u' 'die you have always been asshats anyways' 'oh no i'm sad'#Frederica legits writes them off then uses an onion #will she ever knows they were used by Gustadolf too or not?#Benedict guy your plan is obvious with hindsight #you didn't have to word it like that about Cordelia lol #especially since Cordelia giving birth to Gustadolf's heir would throw his plan under the bus #but wc

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parkerbombshell · 6 months

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The British are Coming #637

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fancyrunawaykid · 9 months

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off day.

heute geht kein wind. maximal ein laues lüftchen. die fahnen hängen genauso schlapp wie ich in der luft und auf dem wasser ist auch nichts los. ich fürchte heute wird es heiß und nach einer kürzeren nacht ist es mir bereits am morgen zu warm. dafür herrscht heute allerdings deutlich bessere sicht.

auf der obligatorischen besorgungstour kann ich nicht bloß die landschaft, sondern auch die fahrkünste des bäckersjungen bestaunen – ein wheely mit einem mofa ... schafft auch nicht jeder – und wieder zu hause angelangt, freue ich mich sehr über die frischen eier, die wir von unseren gastgebern abermals sichtlich stolz in die hand gedrückt bekomme. ein willkommenes geschenk. ein leckeres.

so weit, so schön und irgendwie fast auch schon erwartbar. schließlich haben wir die gastfreundschaft der griechen bereits des häufigeren hautnah erleben dürfen. das nette und intensive kennenlernen mit unseren österreichischen nachbarn bringt unseren tagesablauf allerdings auf ganz angenehm art und weise vollkommen durcheinander.

antonia und leni, beide im gleichen alter, spielen toll zusammen und mit (berna)dette und harald sind wir direkt auf einer wellenlänge. wegen der flaute fällt ihr sportprogramm heute aus und so bleibt reichlich zeit für viele gespräche, das ein oder andere bier und einen milchigen ouzo on the rocks.

am späten nachmittag verlagern wir uns an den strand, um den abend schließlich gemütlich bei 'thala sea' ausklingen zu lassen. mit dem späten aufbrechen zieht ein energiegeladenes gewitter mit intensiven, roten blitzen vorrüber.

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unremarkable-comic · 2 years

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Thala

★ Gender: Female (she/her) ★ Species: Silky nightscraper ★ Starbinder: Idrisse Synodair ★ Alignment: Chaotic neutral ★ Traits: Adventurous, mischievous, snuggly ★ Appearance A tall, bony quadruped, built like a sighthound. Thala is equal parts silky and shaggy with an impressively long, plumed tail and wings that are always in the way. Like, seriously. Always. Her fur is mainly black and grey, shot through with some silvery stripes and she has a large silver eyespot on each side of her head to confuse enemies. Her real eyes sit in front of these. They’re very small and terrible for actually seeing anything, but she makes up to for it with her large, bat-like ears and hypersensitive paw pads. Like most members of her species, Thala can spit a type of acid from glands in her mouth that is able to corrode rock. With her long front claws, she’s able to easily burrow her way through and scale the cliffs of the seaside cave systems she calls home.

★ Magic When Thala became Idrisse’s Lume, she gained the ability to burrow through temporal barriers with her acid. That is, she can briefly open portals to time travel. That said…engaging with an alternate time is a highly dangerous activity with potentially catastrophic consequences…

#thala bio #original character #webcomic #fantasy #lunarpunk #lume

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noblejanobii-art · 3 years

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Finally finished this rock type fakemon eeveelution that I've been concepting for two years.

Based on the Saber Tooth Tiger, please meet Smilodeon, the Gem Toothed Pokémon!

Smilodeon the Gem Toothed Pokémon

Known to be natural born leaders among Eevee communities, Smilodeon are able to grow evolutionary stones in their fur. They use these stones as part of coming of age ceremonies for Eevee under their care.

Due to their ability to grow evolutionary stones, Smilodeon were hunted to extinction in all parts of the world outside the Thalas region. Their method of evolution is a well kept secret in order to protect the species from outside poachers.

#fakemon #eeveelution #eeveelutions #fakemon art #fakemon design #pokemon #pokemon art #pokemon design

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gascon-en-exil · 2 years

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Up through the end of Chapter 14. Lots to discuss.

The story so far: Exposing Sorsley leads into a discovery phase in exploration that I actually lost because there's a clever red herring in the dialogue tree, but it's okay as it just leads into a different version of the next chapter with a trial sequence that's also not totally free but that I managed to win all the same. One trial by combat and elevation to the Saintly Seven later (it surprisingly makes sense in context) and it's time to talk about slavery. The treatment of the Roselle is genuinely awful although the Hyzantians' underlying reason for doing so seems a bit silly. How is it that this one group of pink-haired people were the only ones in existence to know that rock salt exists? Good for highlighting the economic motivations behind racism/xenophobia, but still odd. Anyway...Silvio dies as expected after Wolffort voted to protect the Roselle, the scenario that includes this game's early bad ending that I got just to see how it went. It's nothing special, and barely qualifies as an ending - more like a non-standard game over. Then the game's first threeway vote over how to retake Glenbrook, wherein I chose the Morality route of blowing up the bridge. You get to kill Thalas and Erika, no surprise there, before chasing down Avlora on the river and having a ship battle to save Roland's sister whose loyalties are weird now. This segment ends with Gustadolph counting his losses back in Aesfrost and rumblings about his own weapon of mass destruction.

On convictions: After digging around a bit on Reddit I realized that I'd overloaded on Morality and should have stopped after recruiting Decimal, especially because as it happens the final splits are not tied to their respective characters' convictions in a straightforward manner but instead are a combination of two at the expense of the third. This is wonderful for a prerelease theory I had and will definitively deserve some analysis later, but for now I've had to hurriedly switch over to building Utility so that I can hopefully stick with Roland at the end who's going to be Morality+Utility. Doing so also got me Hossabara the mounted healer and Lionel the taunting, debuffing tank. They're a bartender and a merchant respectively, but their kits are rather lacking in those flavors. I also used the dancer/Hyzantian spy Milo during the Glenbrook battles, but I've read that she's not a permanent recruit unless you take a story split in Chapter 15 that I don't intend to do in this run.

Impressions on the story: I continue to be impressed, although I'm still waiting for Roland to fall off the deep end as I've seen people say he does in his ending on Discord. That was the main reason I decided to do his route first, but so far I'm not seeing it. The story continues to run him through the wringer, with him nearly killing his sister in an accident reminiscent of a climactic scene in FE14 Birthright and then later having to fight over Serenoa's loyalty with Hyzante right after he's crowned. Watching Frederica stand up to and then kill her annoying siblings is satisfying, particularly as they end up being little more than something like ugly stepsisters to her Cendrillon, but aside from that her story doesn't grab me all that much. Benedict is even harder to get into, not when he's constantly suggesting the coldly pragmatic course and then barely reacting when Serenoa and co. constantly overturn him. I'm mostly Utility-leaning myself, but you've got to give me something to work with here.

Speaking of giving me something to work with (or not), character stories are this game's equivalent of supports in Fire Emblem or party banter in Octopath Traveler. They're greatly improved from the latter, although they still come with the floaty continuity of the former. Still nothing in the way of queer subtext that I can discern from any angle, with the most being possibly the relationship between Cordelia and Avlora...and that's more because I just know that if they were both men it'd be read as pretty gay. F/F subtext eludes me most of the time, but in this case I'm still hesitant when I don't know what to make of Avlora's quick change of heart or how Cordelia apparently forgets that Avlora murdered one of the brothers she wants to avenge.

Gameplay: Still impressively varied, with each character gaining quite an expansive set of skills as they level. I'm annoyed that the item for promotion to 2nd tier seems to just stop appearing after a certain point in the story, because Anna is stuck by herself in 1st tier now and the 3rd tier item doesn't work for that. Hopefully promotions carry over in New Game+. The battles continue to throw curveballs too; the trial version of Chapter 10 looks like it'll be easy since it's set on a tiny arena above a pit of spikes, but the enemies like to knock you down into said spikes. The ship version of Chapter 14 was also fairly interesting, and I'm fairly sure the first time I've seen a different type of weather effect - which is bad for Frederica since she gets a damage buff in clear weather.

#Triangle Strategy

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red-applesith · 4 years

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You're very dismissive of reyloismine. They had so many things right last time, you can't deny it.

Look, as I said I had no idea who that person was before the last anon. I’m all for giving people the benefit of the doubt, and since you’re all so insisting that this person is legit I went to sleuth into their archive to make up my own mind. If you’ve been following me for a while you know I do not take anyone’s word at face value, especially when it comes to leaks and stuff like that.

I’m putting my observations under ‘read more’ and I don’t tag that post because I’m not interested in calling out anyone but my conclusion is that person read the Visual Dictionary one way or another right before it was leaked, because the only detail they had right and no one had predicted was the green milk and that info appeared on Reddit on Dec. 7 via the VD. That’s also the detail they chose to “prove their legitimacy” when objectively there could have been so many more interesting details pertaining to Reylo. Like if they had said “Kylo Ren slides in the corridors like a 4-year-old or “they hold hands” I would believe they were legit.

Otherwise, from their blog, I have 0 evidence that between Dec. 5th and Dec. 14th they shared information that no one had been able to deduce from watching the trailers, reading the interviews or the leaks on Reddit (aka Shirtless Kylo for instance), especially because they talked like your typical psychic i.e.”Oh yeah, I said that but I didn't’ give details of where and when and I won’t.” or “I’m talking openly about seeing the movie and sharing my old speculation thread where I was about 15% correct pretending I was so right but I won’t say more because I don’ want to spoil the movie for people.” Even saying that there are “good and bad Reylo scenes” means jackshit.

So anyway, Nonnie, you do you but I don’t have to place my trust in someone who couldn’t provide real details and quotes before the movie came out.

Also now I’m annoyed at myself because I wasted the whole morning on that.

On November 1st that person posted their timeline speculation that goes like that (Bolded Italic their words - my comments underneath. Pictures are theirs)

Episode 8 starts, where the last movie ends: Rey and Luke literal cliffhanger.

Everybody believed that would be the case because one of the first detail that came out from interviews is that there wouldn’t be any time jump, which is why the crew was back filming in Ireland.

However, turns out that the movie starts on D’Qar when they evacuate the base so the prediction for the movie itself isn’t 100% correct.

Luke bewildered, takes the lightsaber that once belonged to his father from a stranger. He asked who is she and how she found him. Rey tells him Leia sent her and that he is needed.

That was an easy one. We* pretty much all had deduced from the way Luke look at Rey at the end of TFA.

(*collective reylo)

Luke returns the lightsaber, does not want to be involved, and starts to retreats to his cave when Rey takes off her vest, and showing him that she is force sensitive.

The idea of Luke not wanting anything to do with Rey is there, but the hut/cave scenes and training scenes are all mixed up. There again, that wasn’t groundbreaking speculation since a lot of reylo fanfics started with the premise that Luke doesn’t want to train Rey.

The next day, Luke finds Rey still waiting for him. She was meditating, and he tries to guide her. With his help, her power grew, cracking the floor beneath them.

Continuation of the reluctant master theory, mitigated by the fact we had images of Rey cracking the rock beneath her but Rey wasn’t meditating before he found her. That’s all mixed up.

“I’ve seen this raw strength once before. It didn’t scare me then, it does now“ says Luke and dismisses her once again.

That was in the trailer and it made sense that it was that scene.

Kylo Ren wakes up and finds himself alive on the Supremacy. He does not remember how he got there. The last thing he remember is the scavenger defeating him on Starkiller base. His wounds have been treated, but the scars will remain. A daily reminder of his defeat.

That’s the start of about every fanfics. We knew that Hux had retrieved Kylo and we knew he had the scar from the promo pictures but it didn’t happen like that + turns out Kylo doesn’t even mention the scar at all.

He is escorted to Snoke, who belittles him for being defeated by a girl. He demands from Kylo to prove himself once again. Dismissing killing his father as any form of achievement. Then he is presented with his mask and lightsaber, salvaged from Starkiller base. Snoke orders him to wear it to hide the disgraceful scar.

Same, most fanfics had that kind of element. Snoke being an abuser it was evident he would belittle Kylo and call him on his failure. But the sentiment regarding the scar and the mask was completely wrong.

Once Kylo Ren is back to his chambers, he could not control his rage and destroys his mask.

That came directly from the trailer but it wasn’t in his chambers.

Kylo Ren acts fast and tracks the Resistance fleet, desperately wanting to prove his loyalty. To his surpise, he senses his mother being onboard, and Leia talks to her son. Asking him to come home.

They deduced that almost right from the trailers, apart from the fact that Leia doesn’t say anything at all.

It caught him off guard. He hesitates firing at her ship, then tells his mother to run away and buys her some time before he fires eventually to cover his tracks.

Same. The not firing comes from the trailer but Kylo’s supposed intention to buy some time for Leia to run away was really incorrect.

The Resistance fights back, Leia escapes unharmed and Rose helps an unconcious Finn escape as well.

100% incorrect.

Back to Ach-to, Rey experiences a force vision, showing the events of the Jedi Massacre, her jumping into the ocean, fending off a sea creature, then fights Luke. I also believe, she sees Kylo Ren too.

It did not happen like that at all, and we all know the sea creature turned out to be the Thala Siren.

Rey decided to go back to the Resistance base the next day. In the meantime, she set a campfire near the Millennium Falcon and are cooking dinner with Chewbacca and R2D2. Luke visits them to say goodbye and gives her some advice.

100% incorrect

Time passes and Rey senses a new presence on the island. She runs towards Luke’s home, only to find the Knights of Ren.

100% incorrect. Also, the scene with Rey running towards the village was deleted in the final montage.

Rey and Kylo Ren duel, while Luke fights the remainder.

Never happened. But a lot of people believed the KoR would make an appearance on Ahch-To.

Rey learns that Kylo was able to trace her due to the force vision she experienced earlier. Somehow he was able to defeat her and takes her to Snoke.

100% incorrect.

Snoke reveals his intentions with Rey. He wants to train her as his new apprentice. Discarding the old for the new.

100% incorrect

Kylo Ren goes on the offensive, and stops Snoke torturing Rey.

That was correct, but definitely not for the reasons implied above.

Finn learns about Rey’s abduction, infiltrates the First Order fleet with Rose and DJ’s help. DJ has a different agenda, and bombs the place.

100% incorrect apart from the fact that Rose, Finn and DJ are on the Supremacy, wearing FO uniforms

This puts the First Order on alert, resulting in Phasma and Finn facing off.

It didn’t happen like that either. But sure, the Supremacy is in flame and we saw Finn fighting Phasma.

Rey escapes and Kylo intercepts her, pointing his lightsaber at her. Not knowing whether she is consumed by darkness or still the same person. Kylo Ren turns off the lightsaber, not wanting to fight her.

Nope.

Kylo sill say a line similar to “come with me and together we can rule the galaxy”

That was pretty obvious that it was going to happen, unless you believed Hux was holding his hand out to Rey lmao

She doesn’t and joins Finn and Rose, who board the Millennium Falcon piloted by Poe and Chewbacca.

Nope.

Poe takes the team onboard one of the resistance ships. Only for it to get attacked. The resistance retreat by using escape pods and head to the nearest hideout on Crait for cover. There, the team meet Leia and Luke.Luke returned to the base with Chewbacca and decided to join the battle.

I see where they came from when you look at the pictures, but the details are all off, especially Luke returning to Resistance with Chewbacca.

The First Order have tracked them down. This was it. The final battle.

A battle on Crait to finish the movie, wow who would have seen that coming?

Then on December 5, supposedly after they watch the movie they posted that

I got so many things right and wrong!

Personally, I see way more wrong than right. There’s 0 mention that Rey and Kylo have a Force Bond, there’s 0 mentions of Finn and Rose’s journey on Canto Bight, There’s 0 mention of Holdo or any other character that plays an important role in the story, there’s 0 mention that Kylo actually kills Snoke and becomes Supreme leader.

Still on dec. 5 someone calls them out and they mention the milk scene.

Then on the 7th the Visual Dictionary is leaked and that’s where people start believing they’re really legit. To me that just means they saw the VD. Afterward, why not share something that wasn’t in the VD and wasn’t in any trailer and being all cryptic? Something that wouldn’t have spoiled the movie and Reylo.

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mrspettyferr · 4 years

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19 Years Later

Inspired by the epilogue of Harry Potter

No matter how many years had passed, it was strange to see the isolated planet of Ahch-To crowded with so many ships and people. The Lanai did their best to round up the anxious children, many of which were playing with practice sabers or trying to catch a glimpse of the thala-sirens lounging among the jagged cliffs. Some chased after porgs or skipped along the rocky paths. The padawans were more disciplined, chatting in small groups or staying close to their parents.

For Rey Solo, she was caught up in the memories, watching it all with a quiet sense of contentment. The once ruined huts and structures had been rebuilt, made of dilapidated stone and rock. There were even temples now, classrooms for the younglings and padawans, and landing pads made of grey slab had been built offshore to accommodate the incoming ships.

Some of the Masters had made an appearance, floating among the grassy hills and rock-like structures, their pearly glow frightening some of the younger children. Lando Calrissian was among them, grinning wickedly as he always did on this day. He enjoyed watching the disbelieving students as they came to realize that many of their Masters were, in fact, Force ghosts. Luke Skywalker would be among them, but of course he always made his grand entrance at the opening ceremony.

“Oh!”

Rey was pitched forward as Leia bumped into her, the young girl’s knapsack bouncing on her back as she rushed past.

“Leia, don’t wander off too far!” Rey called after her. This was her third year, and she was finally of age to select her Kyber crystal. It was all she talked about these last few months.

Not far behind came the endless arguing that had not stopped since they left Takodana.

“They don’t really eat people,” Anakin said, sounding less confident than his words implied. “That’s just a stupid rumor.”

“Yes, they do,” his twin sister insisted. “And they’re going to eat you if you don’t—”

“Hanna,” Rey warned.

“They won’t eat me, of course,” Hanna went on, tucking back a strand of wavy black hair that never quite managed to stay confined to her braid. “They only eat darksiders.”

“I won’t be a darksider!” Anakin argued, his dark eyes flaring, his cheeks flushing. “Maybe you will be!”

“Maybe you’ll be neither,” she said with a smirk.

“Hanna, that’s enough,” came Ben’s deep voice as he finally emerged. He was wearing his formal Senator robes, which looked out of place among all the green and sunshine.

“What?” Hanna asked innocently. “I’m only repeating what Master Luke said.”

“He didn’t say that. He—” Ben paused, seeming to think it over and coming to the same conclusion as Rey.

“He probably did,” she muttered, shaking her head. She turned to the twins. “Thala-sirens are harmless. Now, grab your bags and we’ll find Uncle Finn and Aunt Rose.”

After the opening ceremony and welcoming feast—which parents were encouraged to attend—they would travel to Naboo, the new seat for the Galactic Senate. Ben was a Senator, and they—along with the kids—often traveled between Takodana and Naboo, where they kept an apartment. Rey, having no desire for politics, ran her own mechanic shop right out of their home on Takodana. It was a castle, after all, and she preferred the smell of oil and rust to the cantina that Maz had established. Maz spent most of her time traveling the galaxy with Chewie. After the war, she had practically forced Ben into restoring the castle to it’s former glory.

“You destroyed it, least you can do is fix it,” she had said. But when they finished, more than a year later, Maz hadn’t moved back in. She only waived them off and said, “Take it, it’s yours. I have no need for it. But the statue stays.”

It didn’t take long to find their friends. Finn was crouched down before his daughter, triple checking her bags and sprouting more advice that Rey was sure Paige did not ask for.

“Stay away from the cliffs. Storms bring in strong currents. Don’t go near the nexus, you know it’s forbidden until seventh year. And don’t listen to Lando, the porgs aren’t venomous. But if they do bite you, just—” His gaze whipped up to Rose, who was watching it all in amusement. “Did you pack enough bandages? What if she—"

“It’s school, not the military, dad,” Paige grumbled.

“I just want you to be prepared,” Finn insisted, reaching out to pat her impossibly curly black hair.

“I think you’re prepared enough for all of us,” Rose teased. She waved when she spotted Rey, Ben, and the twins approaching. Finn followed her gaze; then he bounced up, grinning wide.

“Uncle Finn!” the twins chorused, running forward and half tackling him with a hug.

“Hey! Look at you two. Wow, how tall you’ve grown, Anakin. And Hanna, is that…a blaster?” He looked at Rey with mild alarm.

“Yeah! Want to see how good I am?”

“No, no,” Finn said quickly, throwing up his hands. “Let’s keep that holstered before…anyone…” He was glancing nervously around now. “…sees…a child with a blaster…”

Rey shook her head, a smile tugging at her mouth, and pulled him into a hug as the twins went to Rose and Paige.

“Giving the eleven-year-old a blaster now?” he muttered so only she could hear.

“They should know how to use them properly,” said Rey. Then she amended, “I caught the kids playing with them as toys and figured it was better to instruct properly. Don’t worry, she’s not allowed to keep it here.”

Finn’s body rumbled as he laughed. “It’s been too long.”

“It has,” she agreed, pulling back. “How’s Poe? I missed him at our last trip to Naboo.”

“Ah, the General is always busy.” Finn still gave his friend a hard time about the title, especially when he had to use it in public. His expression faltered slightly as he looked past Rey to Ben, who had approached with quiet stealth.

“Solo,” Finn greeted a little formally. It took him almost a year to break the habit of calling him Ren.

Ben inclined his head. “Soldier.”

Finn coughed and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Commander, actually.”

“I fail to notice the difference under Dameron’s command.”

Finn muttered something under his breath, but a reluctant grin tugged at his lips.

Rey and Rose exchanged a look, rolling their eyes. Despite the fact that Ben had worked with the Resistance to defeat Palpatine all those years ago, a bit of tension still remained between the two of them. Rey didn’t know if it would ever truly fade, but they were civil and on occasion, even friendly.

Rose on the other hand was more forgiving, and now she offered Ben a warm smile. “Good to see you, Ben.”

His lips parted slightly—not a smile, but a friendly enough gesture. His smiles were rare, reserved only for his family. “You as well,” he said.

“Mother, I want to find Grandpa Han” said Hanna, tugging on Rey’s arm, a slight whine to her voice.

“Me too,” Anakin chimed in.

“Can I go, too?” Paige asked Rose.

“We need to get you all settled first,” Rey said. “And we need to find your sister…”

Her voice trailed off as she searched for Leia. The girl was a curious thing, disappearing all over the castle when she was a child. She was probably looking for Han, too.

Rey wasn’t sure if it was because of the sacred grounds, or some other unexplained thread of fate, but the Force ghosts could manifest permanently on this island. They could manifest anywhere, if they wanted, but it was more difficult. Here, they were free.

Han refused to call himself a Master, and spent most of his time telling the students stories. But occasionally he would teach them about mechanics and piloting, insisting even Force wielders should learn the basics. Leia on the other hand did insist the students call her General or Master, to both Luke and Han’s amusement.

Rey felt a surge of relief when her eldest finally appeared, panting, as though she had just climbed the steep stairs to the monastery at the top of the island. Her brown hair was straight like Rey’s, her bangs messy and ribbon half undone, as though she had rolled out of bed and done very little to tame her hair. Which was usually the case. She looked sweaty and her ivory robes were already spotted with dirt and earth.

“Where have you been?” Rey demanded. “I told you not to wander off.”

“Everywhere,” Leia answered breathlessly. When she finally caught her breath, she straightened a bit, her eyes widening with some newfound enlightenment. “I’ll say this, though. I’m never drinking that green milk again.”

They all laughed, and Ben finally smiled.

- - -

Once the students were all settled into their lodgings, it was time to head to the Great Temple. Each new student would be called forward and tested, like they were when they first showed signs of being Force-sensitive. But this testing was necessary before entering secondary school here on Ahch-To, to reveal which side of the Force they leaned closer to, if either.

It was still a concept that was met with some reluctance. After Palpatine’s fall, more and more children and even teenagers seemed to become Force-sensitive. Old ties to both the Empire and the Republic, to the First Order and the Resistance, created a rift. This sense of division had been long engraved, a strong reason why peace could never be established for long.

When Rey and Ben had come together to defeat Palpatine and his army, they had done so by uniting factions of the First Order and the Resistance, by embracing the light and the dark side. By achieving balance.

Soon after, both Rey and Ben felt a call to Ahch-To. When they arrived, they found not just Luke, but other former Masters: the great Yoda, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, and Anakin Skywalker. Among them an idea bloomed, of restoring not the old Jedi Order, but a new order: the Order of the Force.

But it started with an academy, of training, when they became of age. On Ahch-To, Masters—both living and gone—taught light and dark histories and theories. Luke had been right, in a way. It was time for the way of the Jedi to die—not die entirely, but to change and grow.

The Force was the Force, the light and the dark and everything in between.

As they approached the temple, Leia scrambled inside to find her friends, Hanna trailing after her. But Anakin hesitated outside the entrance. Two girls and their parents moved past, trying not to stare. Rey was used to the staring, to the attention of being a war hero.

Frowning, she pulled her son aside, but before she could ask him what was the matter, he blurted, “What if I’m a darksider?”

Rey and Ben shared a glance. Their bond allowed them to communicate telepathically, but they didn’t need to in this moment. Ben crouched down, his huge frame nearly swallowing up Anakin.

“Leia was named after your grandmother,” he said quietly. “And Hanna, after your grandfather. But you…Anakin Ren Solo. You were named for two people. Both of which were powerful in the light side of the Force, and the dark side. They made some mistakes and bad choices, but even when they drifted too far into the dark side, they still found their way back to the light. They found their way home.” His eyes flicked up, meeting Rey’s, and her expression softened. “They are a testament that should you ever fall, no matter how far, you can still rise.”

“But what if—what if I’m neither?”

“Then you will be like me.”

Anakin’s eyes went wide. “What do you mean? No one is more powerful in the Force than you, Dad.” He winced and shot an apologetic look at Rey, whose brows had raised slightly. “Except you, Mom. And High Master Skywalker. Does he count?”

Rey laughed, and Ben smiled a bit. “For many years I was conflicted, torn between the light and the dark,” he said. “I had to learn to find the balance. And maybe someday you’ll learn the same.”

The children knew some of Ben’s past as Kylo Ren, as Rey and Ben knew they could not hide it. He had dedicated the past nineteen years to restoring the galaxy, but some would never forgive him for the role he played among the First Order. And they did not want to lie or bury the past by denying it. But the children knew even less of his involvement with the First Order and the tragic upbringing that tore him apart for so long. Someday, when they were older, he would tell them all of it.

Even with Ben’s admission, Anakin was still insistent. “But if I do lean to the dark side—”

“—then it only shows how passionate you are, Anakin,” Rey said gently, crouching down next to Ben. She reached out and brushed a strand of unruly black hair from Anakin’s eyes. When he made a face at her words, she added, “Passion comes from the heart. It’s part of what makes you human. And we will love and accept you no matter what side, if either, you lean toward.”

“Every student is different,” Ben added. “It’s only an evaluation to help the Masters find the best approach to their teachings. You, and only you, get to choose which path you walk. And you will never walk it alone, son. We promise you that.”

Anakin nodded, finally reassured. He took a deep breath and straightened, then marched into the temple with his chin high.

Rey and Ben stood, and caught Leia’s—Grandmother Leia’s—eye across the temple. She was the most regal of Force ghosts, elegant and noble, and her eyes shone with pride. Then she turned away, greeting a group of students who were demanding her attention.

“He’ll be all right,” Ben murmured, wrapping an arm around Rey.

She thought of Leia, Han, and Luke. She thought of Lando, of Obi-Wan, of Yoda. Of Finn and Rose and Paige. And she thought of herself and Ben, all looking after their family. They would never know the loneliness that Rey and Ben had. Never know what it felt like to be unloved or abandoned, to feel isolated and alone. They would never allow it.

“I know he will,” she said. “They all will.”

She glanced up, and when Ben felt her gaze, he looked down at her. His expression softened, as it only did for her and their children.

“Come on,” she said, “let’s go see what theatrical entrance Luke has in store this time.”

Ben groaned, but allowed her to tug him inside. “I refuse to applaud such dramatics.”

“Of course, you wouldn’t know anything about dramatics, Ben.” They found two empty seats in the back, next to a couple of Twi’lek’s that greeted them warmly.

His mouth twisted. “I would hardly call—”

“Shh, it’s about to begin,” she interrupted as the candles dimmed and the Force ghosts took their places at the front of the temple.

Ben sighed and took her hand in his own. Rey squeezed it, remembering the first time she had touched his hand across the stars on this very island. She felt him looking at her, and when she peered at him, she knew he was remembering the same thing.

So Rey smiled, and Ben smiled back.

All was well in the galaxy, and for the Solo’s, who finally had all they had been searching for.

Connection. Compassion. Family. Love. Acceptance. Belonging.

They would hang on, and never let it go.

#reylo #rey x kylo ren #rey x ben solo #mrs pettyfer writing #reylo babies #reylo family

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venatohru · 4 years

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drenched with memories

Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Pairing(s): Finn/Rey

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Rey returns to Ach-To with Finn.

Written for the Gen Prompt Bingo square "water".

Aside from their brief visit to Kef Bir, Finn had never been anywhere with so much water - well, technically Starkiller Base had quite the abundance of frozen water, but that wasn't the same. Now that things were beginning to settle down, Rey had wanted to show him Ach-To.

She stood by him with the waves lapping at her feet, blistered from hiking up and down the mountain. One of the colossal thala-sirens draped itself over a nearby rock, lazily chewing on something that looked like seaweed.

"Can you feel it, too?" Finn nodded. He didn't need to ask what she was talking about. The whole island was drenched with memories of Luke. The Jedi might have severed his connection to the Force during his self-imposed exile but echoes of his presence remained, from the stony mountain trails to the cold depths of the ocean. The island remembered Luke Skywalker.

They remembered Luke Skywalker.

"Sometimes he went diving." Rey smiled. "I'd like to try that someday, but...I'd need to learn how to swim first. Not much opportunity for that on a desert planet." Finn laughed.

"That would certainly help. "

"Did you ever learn?" Finn's chest still tightened when he thought of his past or tried talking about it, but it was easier with Rey. She never expected anything he wasn't willing to give.

"I did." He remembered Captain Cardinal - no, he reminded himself, the man beneath the armor wascalled Archex - instructing them in various exercises from the poolside before plunging into the water himself to demonstrate. "I wasn't good enough to be a seatrooper, but I managed not to drown...obviously."

"Obviously."

"It's been a while though. I might be a little rusty." Rey grinned, setting her long scarf on the rock beside the basking thala-siren, who already appeared to be watching dutifully over her boots and satchel.

"Well, there's only one way to find out."

#finn #rey #finnrey #jedistorm #ach-to #star wars sequel trilogy #post-tros fic #ficlet #gen prompt bingo #tohru writes

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the-house-of-the-nine · 5 years

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In Depths Below: Epilogue, Part 3

[ OOC Disclaimer ] | Over the last year HoTN has put together this story ‘In Depths Below’ it began with Lazarius being taken from Kun-Lai Summit, and the chase to get him back from the Hunters hired by Magister Dawnseeker was unveiled. Every member eliminated a certain threat, the Order banded together to orchestrate the take down, and accomplished their mission they’d set out to do. The events here are what happened during. This is Lazarius’ side, where he was; and what he’d done. And just how he and a certain new savior became bonded. Id like to give a tremendous thanks to @zandalaridruidofgonk for the help in putting this together and making it happen. And thank you to everyone who has offered support and kind words over the last year. Without further delay, the conclusion of our 2nd fictional collaboration. In Depths Below. |

[ J ] Jursol listened to his words, his questions about how far she’d go to protect her family, her way of life, her freedom. Many thoughts crossed her mind in those moments. Memories of how she came to care for her raptors. How she was taught magic that others saw as dangerous, or to primitive. How upon returning home to Zandalar she has only suffered at the hands of others.

The magic she used brought the wrong kind of attention from others. Some days she wondered why she even came back. This man was one of the few who seemed to not despise her. He was also something that fascinated her. Especially seeing how he seemed to be healed already after suffering such damage.

Jursol continued to pet the small raptor as she gave a fanged smile before speaking.

“Freedom not be free. It be paired for in blood, death, suffering. It be something I will never give up without a fight. Dis war be something I want nothing to do with. Dis world be suffering. Dis world be afraid of anything it not be understanding.”

Taking a look around at her hut with a slight smile she spoke frankly to him.

“I be doing anything to protect my freedom, my family, my way of life. Even if it be meaning killing.”

As she finished speaking the little raptor leaped off her to run around the hut. It found a place to rest as she moved to prepare to follow the elf into the jungles. Grabbing a few small bags, and; some vials that were empty to collect blood, before moving to the door to leave.

“If you be healed it be time to hunt.” She seemed eager to shed the blood of those they are after.

[ L.K ] “We are very much alike in that respect Miss Jursol.”.

Lazarius would make his way beside her. Taking it upon himself to move from the inside of her cabin to the outer jungles that seemed to scream with life. It was obvious he didn’t seem all too bothered by the sounds and sights of the jungle. Unlike most elves that would have probably found dirt and sweat to be unappealing, he was quite comfortable.

“I will need you to lead the way as I have the navigation skills of a drunken dirt farmer. Especially in these unfamiliar territories.”.

[ J ] As the two walked outside, Jursol noticed the elf seemed very at ease here. She remembered another she met who would swat at every single leaf or insect, and jumped at every sound they did not recognize. Laughing softly at the memory before she took the lead.

“At least you be honest about dis. Most I bet not be wanting to admit any weakness.”

[ L.K ] His voice cracked as he let a small laugh escape his lips. Lazarius was pleased so far, free from those shackles and bindings, free from the grips of his captors. Hopefully the rest of his order was not irrationally starting a war, God’s only knew his twin must have been livid with him missing...again.

As she was permitted to take charge, he relinquished control to her. Staying close but not too close as to crowd her. He was trying to match her stride but he was absolutely no where as skilled at jungle traipsing as she.

“My views and...thoughts have changed over...the years.”.

He said brokenly as he walked behind her, his voice only loud enough for her to hear under the weight of their steps along the brush.

“My life has... been in the service of the ... old ones since I was only ... very young, but now ... I know that I must balance ... carefully on both sides...”.

[ J ] As she lead the way with her white raptor near by, she heard a sound in the brush. A simple wave her hand and the raptor took off after what ever it was. A screech was heard as the sounds of a struggle came from the brush. The loud sound of crunching of bones was the last thing heard, before the raptor returned looking pleased. It’s mouth dripping in the blood of what ever poor animal was there. Jursol listened intently to him as she moved branches such out of his way.

“Old ones? Ah you be meaning Old gods I take it. Mmm, yes as with everything balance must be held. As one once be telling me, da be no darkness without light, no light without darkness. Even da shadows need da light to exist. It be hard to be free here in Zandalar. One must follow certain ways, or be shunned.”

[ L.K ] Lazarius was more thinking out loud than anything, thank the gods they found flat soft ground to walk on finally.

“The people who serve with me, I will do anything to ensure they are free of tyranny, judgement and persecution.”

He thought to himself for a moment then spoke.

“Consider that my debt paid in full Miss Jursol, should you ever need somewhere safe... of these jungles come to claim you and the tribes encroach on your lands...should you need an ally in your darkest hour. The Nine...our Bastille, and my wrath...will be yours to use as you see fit.”

[ J ] A deep sigh escaped her lips as she continued to clear a path. The beach was now close enough to hear the waves crashing on some rocks at the shoreline.

“I tank ya for dat, really. . . I be under attack more den most know. Now more den evah...”

[ L.K ] “ We are family...and I will protect the ones who protect me with my life...if that means we can be at peace and do as we wish....Freedom...” he said softly as they came closer to the exit of the forest edge.

[ J ] Growing silent Jursol pointed to the beach now within sight. Scattered around still were bits of the ship, and maybe it’s contents of anything made it ashore. The white raptor made a sound as it seemed to pick up on something. Scavengers perhaps? Or perhaps others looking for this elf.

[ L.K ] He reached out and took hold of her scaled flesh with the wrapped edges of his bandages.

“ Wait...”

As he moved up closer beside her, both elf and troll would be in that sneaky crouching position, and from their height vantage looking down at the beach, a small fire with seven figures could be seen huddled about massive piece of drift wood and debris. They had in fact found part of the wreckage of the airship.

“It must have crashed nearby and drifted in the lagoons...”

She could see his eyes flare up at this point had she looked back to him when he spoke. Voided magic’s beginning to drip from the gaps of the wrappings around his fingers, sizzling like a black magma as it hit the ground and slithered back to its master to be reborn again.

“These men are mercenaries, come to claim the price on my head. Their intention was to return me to Quel’thalas and deliver me to a very powerful Magister. They have something very important to me that I need in order to return to my people.”

Lazarius slowly moved a hand toward his shoulder where his robes were not even covering half, she would see the circled serpent branding against his tattooed flesh. The symbol of the Nine.

“I need that talisman...”

[ J ] After scanning the intruders Jursol looked to the elf. She noticed more and more how he differed from others. He was definitely something else indeed.

Her gaze was locked onto the void magic dropping from his fingers seeming to come from the pours themselves. As it sizzled hitting he ground, her eyes widened in amazement and fascination. It was clearly alive as it even returned to his body.

Wishing to ask questions she held her tongue for now. There were enemies to deal with now. His words seemed to break her focus on the void magic as she nodded slowly to him.

“Mercenaries dey may be, but like others trespassing dey will die. I guess we be keeping dem alive long enough ta find what you be looking for.”

A sly wicked grin crossed her lips as she licked her fangs.

“Den I be feeding my raptors good tonight. Perhaps even da small little ones can eat some as well.”

Clearly she had no care for the lives on those down there. To her they were about to be a few meal for her family, and entertainment for her.

“When you be ready I be ready.” She said as she studied the mark, burning it into her memory.

[ L.K ] “There are no reasons to leave them alive... I will strip their flesh from their bones and flay them alive if I need to. The only one I want alive is the one wearing the red cap. He was second in command to the leader I killed on the way down during the crash.”.

Lazarius narrowed his black eyes at the rest of them.

“Elf flesh is delicious...so I have heard from a companion of mine. Your raptors will eat well.”.

Slowly the man rose from the brush and began to pad down his robes and clean himself the best he could.

“Well...how do I look?”. He stated as he gave her a generous charming smile.

“How about we go for a walk dear Jursol? I’m sure they will get quite the shock when we waltz on down and introduce ourselves.”

[ J ] Looking to spot the one he wanted alive she snarled.

“Den the one shall live, while de others become a nice meal for my raptors. I feel dis will be a great night a hunt.”

In the distance the sound of a raptor calling echoed though the jungles. Jursol grinned even more as she readied herself. Looking him over and quietly laughing at his charming smile, she gave a nod of her head.

“Be looking ready to be teaching a lesson to dem.”

She said as she made a strange animal like sound. The jungles seemed even more alive as the other animals reacted to her sound. As he gave word he was ready she started to make her way down, clearing a path for him as she went. Once they were near the beach Jursol blew loudly into her Death Whistle.

Her hope was that mixed with the sudden uproar of wildlife sounds would throw them off. Perhaps make them a bit uneasy being in a new place, that does seem very unforgiving. She remained hidden until he was back next to her. The raptors hunting call growing louder as they to neared the beach.

"Gentlemen!"

[ L.K ] Lazarius hollered loudly as he slid down the embankment and onto the beach where he could be seen clearly walking toward the group of seven turned even more startled.

First the death whistle and the sounds of the creatures nearby causing them to reach for broken pieces of metal and wood that they had used to as makeshift weapons, and now this?

"Gentlemen it is good to see that you've all survived our little crash. . ." He raised his hands upward as he offered to show them he was in fact unarmed. These men were not fools though. “Most of you. . .some of you. . .”

They knew that the restraints missing were a bad thing. Or maybe they didn't.

"Now I know none of us expected to get stranded here on the beautiful sun baked beaches of Zandalar but. . .that is what has happened. Suffice to say we should all hope to eventually make it off of this island in one shape or form or another."

Lazarius walked calmly toward the small camp. If Jursol so chose to join him, the introduction to the men would continue.

"This is Jursol, she is a friend of mine. We've actually decided to come down here to see if you fine, upstanding people were alright. And seeing as how at least some of you didn't get picked off by the shark swarms, it goes without saying that you'd probably like to live past breakfast."

"Shut up you fucking mouthy son of a bitch! Light be damned this was why we bound and gagged you, just Shut up!" yelled one of the men watching the Inquisitor coming toward them.

“Marill let him speak. . .maybe he actually has a way out of here." called another.

"No Calleh, we aren't going to let him speak. . .did you forget that Dawnseeker wants him. We're getting paid a shitload of gold to deliver him alive. . .fuck his plan, we take him in and get that-fucking-money."

The man named Marill snapped back, slapping the side of the moronic man who wanted to allow him a chance.

"Now gentlemen I think that is a pretty unwise decision. . .considering the fact that I'm not actually planning on going back with you. So why don't we just all relax and think about this. . .you just tell me where my talisman is. . . and we'll just forget this whole thing ever happened. . .How does that sound?"

Lazarius asked as he grew closer still, walking at the same pace with his hands raised above his head.

[ J ] Jursol grinned wide as she waited a moment before walking out from the thick jungle. She found the fact they reached for makeshift weapons highly amusing, clear by the pleased look on her face. Her eyes scanned the men as she walked out next to the elf. Hearing him introduce her she gave the men a, very sly, fanged grin.

Hearing the men speaking back to the elf in such a tone as they did, only stood to amuse her even more. She had seen what he can do, and she knew that lack of respect will be the end of them. They need him alive, but he only needs one of them alive. This won’t end well for those men at all. The banter was making her laugh as she kept her hands within sight for now. Staying close to him as they approached the hunters.

“Jo be in mah jungles now. Trespassers be not welcome here.” She said oddly calmly as she grinned more.

“I be thinking you best be tellen him where dat talisman be. That or we can be maken dis a game. I be happy ta help ja meet Ole Bwonsamdi. He be needen some new souls ta rule.”

As she spoke she stretched her clawed hands. A faint humming came from a bag she carried. She had a little surprise for those hunters with her. The screech of raptors grew ever louder as they grew ever closer to the beach.

[ L.K ] Lazarius calmly continued on his trek toward them, his hands raised, and a smile on his face hearing the troll interact with them.

The men were somewhat in a daze at this point. The sight of the tall elf walking toward them with hands raised high. The sight of an even taller troll beside him. That buzzing, what the hell was that buzzing. The screech Of raptors, why did it have to be raptors! They were panicking and bunched together. Eyes wide and hearts beating.

Lazarius turned toward Jursol and smiled.

“Do you hear that? Thump thump, thump thump...such a lovely rhythm that tempo...”.

Lazarius turned his attention back toward the men.

“My good men...this troll...this beautiful...mesmerizing creature...she will end you.”.

He stopped several paces from them, hands still raised.

“I am NOT kidding, she does not take kindly to strangers who burn fires, make messes and just overall are being rude on her shores...you are being rude, you haven’t even introduced yourselves..”

“Im Calleh!” shouted one of the men as he was swatted by Marill.

“ Shut up... look Kashebahl...no hard feelings or anything but you... you have to come with us, this isn’t personal it’s work...you shouldn’t be so hard on us we’re just doing our jobs...” one more of the group had called out.

Lazarius paused and nodded slowly.

“Just doing your...jobs. Right well I mean that does make sense, makes a lot of sense...”.

He looked at Jursol and sympathetically offered her a frown.

“That makes sense doesn’t it Miss Jursol?”.

Lazarius would slowly lower his hands and droop his head.

“Do...any of you know what my job is?”.

He asked as his bare toe started to draw little figures in the sand haphazardly.

“ Youre a rich guy!” Calleh borked again like a fool.

“Shut up Calleh!” Marill howled. “ Youre a noble...you move fine art, spice and fabrics. And you..owned a massive manor in Tirisfal. Look it really doesn’t matter. . .it isn’t personal, it just is what it is. . . ”

Lazarius was tracing a little smiley face as he nodded listening to them. Or wasn’t listening and he chuckled.

“Is what it is. . . Hmm. . . So you don’t know what my job is...”. He continued to draw and extended his palm toward Jursol. He completely ignored what they’d said to get back to his point.

She could see by the gesture that it looked like he was offering her his hand, but then he swept it away and moved it to point at the men. As if now he was saying, “have at them” which was exactly what he was saying.

“My job...is locating individuals such as my beautiful counterpart here; who share a like minded opinion of the state this world is in...rallying under one banner...forging a future together. . .drawing strength and resolve from one another in order to survive the insufferable garbage fire that is Azeroth and nearly all of its inhabitants. ..”.

All of that was said as she did whatever she was going to do. The only thing Lazarius had told her was to leave the one man alive, he changed his mind and called to her.

“Spare Calleh won’t you...I like him.”

To be Continued in. . . “In Depths Below: Epilogue, Part 4″

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