Aurelia Dawnwright — the Vermilion Refrain.

AURELIA DAWNWRIGHT. for @hartsvale ♡

A pair of swords for Waerloga. A pair of PCs were sealed into blades by a powerful outsider, so each sword represents a PC. The white and burgundy one is Vera Dawnwright, a woman running from past mistakes and trying to forge a new life as she protects her friends and loved ones from evil. The black and red one is Thaddeus Killian, filthy-mouthed yet big-hearted man of medicine. Both justicars in service of Carolynth, god of knowledge, protection, secrets, and the barriers between the planes.

They got better, of course, but Vera carried around and used the blade that once held her for the rest of the campaign. <3

(Weapon constructed of fiberglas spar, polyethelene foam, camp foam, duct tape, electrical tape, and friction tape on the grip.)

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dirty grimy filthy babygirls.

four days and almost three thousand words later, i've finally finished aurelia's oc page! it's somewhat cumbersome for an oc page, but it has been invaluable in helping me flesh out her background. i hope whoever takes a peek enjoys what they find!

[ trips and a thousand portrait screenshots of my Tav fall out of my pockets and onto the ground ] I'm sorry, this is... ohhh, this is awkward. I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm so sor —

the levels of babygirl are so high that it's almost excruciating, tbh.

RULES: post 5 songs associated with your oc, followed by 3 or 4 outfits they would wear. i was tagged by @elminsters - thank you!! • i bet on losing dogs : mitski. • hey, little songbird : hadestown ost. • me and the devil : soap & skin. • the show must go on : moulin rouge ost. • inkpot gods: the amazing devil.

i'm tagging @arduath, @wizardskissing, @leopardmuffinxo, @zahra-hydris, @timdownie, @tugoslovenka, @mercymaker, @laezels, @virmire, @togepies, @draconicocelot.

i'm gonna be using this video in a much bigger gifset soon enough, but... i made this and i wanted everyone to witness her.

like.... ma'am?

the thought of little chameleon aurelia starting to mimic astarion's tone sometimes without realizing it, and him just curling his hand over her mouth and looking into her eyes and whispering, "not one more word," because it UNSETTLED him is so funny to me.

hello yes may I pls have some Aurelia lore if you'd like to share 🥺

oh my gosh hi hi yes i'm scrambling for my notes as we speak —

the beginning of aurelia's story is of less importance than her later years. she was born to a pair of high elves with startlingly different temperaments. her father was a storyteller at heart, born in evereska (though he was quick to abandon his people when he learned of the expectations that would be laid at his feet), who found a passion for travel and trade that was almost as big as the passion he'd hold for the woman who would be his wife. meanwhile, said wife was a shrewd businesswoman with a mind for numbers and coin. she didn't much care for his stories, but she loved his songs. they made their way from cormanthyr to the pirate isles, where her father thrived and her mother suffered in the sun. while they only spent a couple of their many years together building a fortune among the islands, they managed to bring two of aurelia's oldest siblings into the world during that time. eager to settle and put down roots, her mother sought to lead them towards more stable land. the small family picked their way around the sea of fallen stars, unable to find somewhere that suited them for more than a handful of years. but their traveling stopped shortly after they landed in the port of erebos due to the events of the spellplague. the sea shifted. the world changed. aurelia's father set his wanderlust aside in favor of finding some way to protect his love and his children. three more of aurelia's siblings were born in erebos as her mother began to reestablish trade routes back to cormanthyr and her father made the transition from an outrageous storyteller and bard to a cleric of oghma. their children grew and flourished in erebos in their individual ways, and she was the last of them - born in 1398, called the year of the voyage. aurelia dawnwright was born a twin to a sickly boy who did not survive any longer than a moon. her parents did not try for another child after that, and so, she would always be the youngest. or, at least, that is the story her parents tell. 🤔

my gift to the lovely @hartsvale of their oc Aurelia & Rolan (rolan lovers unite <3) for the gift exchange i and @carlosoliveiraa hosted!

i hope you like this mo and i hope i did her justice!!! i got to learn so much about her and i adore her lots! just something soft idk

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The morning dawn rises in a warm, orange glow, dripping from the sky as if wet paint on a canvas, covering the landscape in its various hues. Birds sing sweetly in a melody, flitting and fluttering through the cool air. Nature stirs from its slumber, creatures and critters alike awaking with the sun to begin a new day.

The same was for Aurelia Dawnwright, bright eyed and refreshed as she takes a deep breath of the crisp air. 

A single pluck of the string on a lute thrums through the trees and a smile pulls the bard's red lips. Delicate fingers slow to play the cords, finding the perfect tune, but it comes naturally in a heartbeat. A gentle and almost mesmerizing chorus of sounds echo around the dimmed woods, rays of the morning light cascading through the leaves. The stillness of the world seems to come to life as the music plays- the birds singing along and the wind whistling through the branches. 

A crack of twigs and crunch of dried leaves interrupts the melody as Aurelia’s hand stills and she turns to the pale elf approaching her. He held an expression of annoyance and exhaustion, crossing his arms over his chest and watching her with heavy eyelids. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” 

“Good morning to you too, Astarion.” She hums and lightly plucks a few strings. “It’s still too early. Patience.” She preached the word but she herself was anything but patient. The itch to reach Ramazith Tower crawled on her skin and playing her lute kept her distracted for the time. 

Astarion lets out a short laugh and a sly smirk. He’s trying to deceive her. “I’m sure he’s already awake and waiting for you. The master of the tower should be up early to do his tasks, don’t you think?” He examines his nails as if even talking about this was boring for him.

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe him, debating his words in her head and strumming a single string repeatedly in a slow rhythm. Rolan could be waiting for her to arrive and entertain him now, sitting alone with nothing to do. “Maybe you’re right. Thank you, Astarion.” 

The spawn waves his hand as if shooing her away, nodding tiredly. “Yes, yes. Stay out as long as you like.” 

Aurelia narrows her eyes, shooting him a warning. He was pushing it. However, she stands and grabs her lute, chewing on her lower lip as she leaves the camp and sets off to her destination. She sings to herself on the journey, excitement among the many emotions she’s experiencing when thinking about the tiefling. 

Ramazith Tower came into view, the height of it disappearing into the dreary morning clouds as if ascending up into the heavens. The dark structure is decorated with various flora and colors to liven up the area. Holes in the building in need of repair were a good entrance if she's ever seen one and so she slips through the rubble, grinning at the sight of the tower.

She climbs the tower, glancing at the spines of books collecting dust and stepping over toppled stacks. As she climbs over the railing of the main room, it's empty without the presence of the wizard. Silence hangs heavy over the room aside from the wind outside the open balconies. Aurelia explores the floor, once again marveling at the length of the tower, the details of the interior- bronze metal framing and deep red fabric, but the most fascinating aspect is the strong pull of magic residing in its entirety.

Despite it's grand design, with the comfort of it's new master, the tower had a homely feel, safe and inviting. She steps up to the absurd chair made from stacks of books, walking around it, her fingers running over the spines of books lining the shelves of the wall, stopping on a worn hard bound cover, a faded blue with silver lettering.

Just another book on the history of magic, but to pass the time, she'd settle for scanning the words with absent interest than continuing her search for the owner. He would find her, as he always does. She settles into the chair and flips it open, but her attention kept wandering from the text to the décor around her.

"Aurelia?"

Rolan descend the tower, and stands at the railing of the floor above. He makes his way down the ladder and over to her and as he moves closer, she notices his hair is loosely tied up, disheveled and a few locks and strands had fallen out of the hold of the rubber band.

A brighter and wider smile forms as she sets the book aside, holding a hand out to him. “Rolan. Good morning.” 

He smiles warmly, a hint of sleep near his eyes and strewn in his features. Rolan hovers a hand over his mouth as a yawn escapes him, but his other hand slips over hers, palms together and fingers entwining. "I wasn't expecting you so early."

She pouts at his words, but he only chuckles and sits on the multiple stacks of books beside the chair, kissing the back of her hand, his lips soft and warm against her skin. Mentally cursing her companion for convincing her to leave the camp at the break of dawn, the thoughts quickly pass with the affection he was giving and she reaches out for him.

"I just couldn't wait to see you." Her other hand caresses his cheek and she slips a few loose strands behind his ear.

Rolan leans into her touch, curiosity in his eyes. "Is that why you broke into my tower?"

Aurelia bites her lip to stifle her grin. Of course he was joking - his siblings had already asked her to live with them. She was welcome any time, breaking in or not. "You should really get those walls fixed."

With the turn of her hand, he began to gently kiss the inside of her wrist and up her forearm before moving to his knees between her thighs, arms wrapping around her waist, resting his head against her chest. Sleep was still present in his features and her heart tugs that she had woken him.

"And what would you like to do for the rest of the day?" Rolan hums, long fingers moving up her spine.

There were a few things she could think of, pressed firmly against the heat of the tieflings body. Pulling the band and unraveling the bun of hair, she brushes her fingers through the locks and kisses the top of his head. "Well, we could go with the original plan; get dressed and have a date in the city." His arms tighten around her and she laughs breathlessly. "Or, we could stay inside and... enjoy each other's company."

"Music to my ears." He laughs, pulling his head back and kissing her lips quickly.