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River Reed and Settlers Arrow for both Watchers!!! ^^
Thank you! River Reed is answered here for Vi and here for Lenn.
Settler’s Arrow:What’s your Watcher’s opinion on Waidwen’s Legacy (the Hollowborn Crisis)? Didit affect their opinions and decisions with Lord Raedric?
Violet was especially upsetby all the repercussions Eothasians in the Dyrwood had faced because of theLegacy, whether or not it really had anything to do with Waidwen. I’m sure thataffected her judgment of Raedric but I can’t remember much about that part, soearly in my first play through, beyond that she did kill him…
Lenneth, who is alwaysa softie for kids in need after being one herself and having to be the parentfigure for her younger siblings too, thinks it is HORRIBLE! All those babieswith no souls! All those poor disappointed parents! Also, all the crazy thingsgoing on in Gilded Vale and elsewhere in the attempt to fix the Legacy. Sheabsolutely pledged to Hylea at endgame. And I absolutely remember nothing ofwhat she did with Raedric. XD Killed him, I’m sure, because I can’t recall everresolving that differently, but I also can’t recall Lenn’s reactions there.
Floraof Eora Questions – by @pillarsheadcanons
#flora of eora questions#pillars of eternity#watcher violet#watcher lenneth#violet#lenneth#thanks for asking!#jaffa-keksi
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Flora of Eora Questions 🍄🌼🌾 (centered around game one):
Admeth's Wyrt: How does your Watcher view their newfound abilities? Is it a blessing, a curse, or perhaps both?
Berath's Bell: How does your Watcher cope with loss? Did past experiences affect how they interact in game one?
Blood Moss: Did the experiences in game one lead to any major wounds (physical/mental or both)?
Burned Lady: What is your Watcher's opinion on the Godhammer? Does it change any previous opinions about Magran?
Cave Coral: Does your Watcher conform to the culture of the Dyrwood, or do they stick to their roots? (This could mean appearance wise/morally/how they speak etc.)
Dyrcap: The Dozens, House Doemenel, or the Crucible Knights?
Golden Celery: Which of the game one companions were in your Watcher's main party? Are there any members in the party that you ship your Watcher with?
Orlan's Cradle: What did your Watcher do with Vela?
Pilgrim's Crown: Where did your Watcher come from? What brought them to the Dyrwood?
River Reed: What is your Watcher's biggest fear?
Settler's Arrow: What's your Watcher's opinion on Waidwen's Legacy (the Hollowborn Crisis)? Did it affect their opinions and decisions with Lord Raedric?
Skaenbone: Ultimately, which of the God's of Eora did your Watcher side with in the Council of Stars quest?
Springberry: How has your Watcher changed during the events in game? How different are they from where they began as part of the caravan?
St. Gyran's Horn: How did your Watcher take to the responsibilities at Caed Nua? Did they return endgame?
Tag @pillarsheadcanons so I can see your answers!
#I'd love to learn about everyone's watchers!#pillars asks#pillars of eternity#poe#pillars questions#flora of eora#if you want y'all can send them my way too#happy Saturday!#i tried to make these in depth so i hope y'all get a kick out of them#also not including the drugs like whiteleaf or svef
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my cute bosmer sheep herder
#fern.txt#ocs.txt#oc: fellwen#so i cant actually herd the gd sheep but let's all pretend that She is herding them#also i have to get more eye mods because i wanted her to have dark/black sclera eyes but apparently i only had these vampire ones#doesn't really fit her. will change later. i just edited the pupils a bit so they at least look like cat pupils#but all of that makes her look a bit sinister which is Not true. she is a sweetheart.#anyway#i will answer the flora of eora questions tomorrow!!#plz send me more tho :^)
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Berath's Bell, Cave Coral and River Reed for the Flora of Eora Questions, please!
Sure thing! :D
Berath's Bell: How does your Watcher cope with loss? Did past experiences affect how they interact in game one?
Already answered here.^^
Cave Coral: Does your Watcher conform to the culture of the Dyrwood, or do they stick to their roots? (This could mean appearance wise/morally/how they speak etc.)
Favaen is already a bit more hotblooded than most Aedyrans, so it's not really much of a difference in that regard. She'll probably adopt some of the accent through the years. Morally she is still very much Eothasian. And you can pry her tea time from her cold dead hands.
River Reed: What is your Watcher's biggest fear?
Her biggest fear is probably to dissapoint Eothas. She feels like she already has more to accomplish to make up for her past, so both the manner of his disappearance and revival played into that fear a lot.
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What is Watcher Wednesday?
Watcher Wednesday is a weekly celebration by the Pillars of Eternity fandom of our Watchers and other Pillars of Eternity-related OCs.
Each Wednesday, we encourage one another to share all kinds of content related to them, using the tags ‘Watcher Wednesday’, and ‘PoE Watcher Wednesday’.
Would you like to join in? Then here’s some examples of the kinds of things that you could do!
Share some facts about your Watchers or OCs, or answer some OC ask memes!
You might be interested in @ariela-of-aedyr’s Watcher Ask Meme, Watcher as a Companion Prompt, or Deadfire Ask Meme, or @pillarsheadcanons‘s Flora of Eora Questions, or the 30 Day Watcher Challenge which has some great questions, too!
There’s also a small collection of OC Ask Memes here on this blog, too. There’s not many right now, but I’ll add more with each passing week, so hopefully you can find something that interests you!
Link us to your favourite fic! It could be your own, or your favourite by someone else. If you’re feeling up to it, why not even write something entirely new for the occasion?!
If you want some ideas for a fic or drabble, @pillarspromptsweekly has some amazing writing prompts that might be of interest to you.
Share some fan art, screenshots, or character bios to show off your Watcher or OC!
If you’re not very artistically-inclined, or just don’t have the time or energy to work on an art piece right now, then maybe you would enjoy using a picrew or a dollmaker instead?
Make a Moodboard/Aesthetic Board for your Watcher or OC!
You can find some wonderful free-use images on Pexels, Pixabay, and Unsplash, among other websites, and I’ve begun a collection of Templates here, though there is likely a wider selection floating about in the Watcher Wednesday tag, at least until I’ve had a chance to flesh out this blog!
Make someone else’s day by telling us all about why you love their character!
But the most important rule is:
Have fun with it!
Whatever you might choose to do or create, this is your weekly excuse to celebrate your OCs, and the wonderful amount of diversity that a fandom like ours allows!
#finally made a dedicated blog for this#so yeah hi#pillars of eternity#watcher wednesday#poe watcher wednesday
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Admeth's Wyrt, Berath's Bell and Blood Moss from the PoE 1 Flora of Eora list, please!
Thank you 💖❤️💖
Admeth's Wyrt: How does your Watcher view their newfound abilities? Is it a blessing, a curse, or perhaps both?
A bit of both, I think. Gaura doesn't mind helping ghosts, and the joy and appreciation they show her sort of makes her feel warm and fuzzy. Not to mention that she could cast her chanter abilities much easier - I mean, it's basically mimicry which is a lot easier if you can see the spirits you're trying to mimic. However she could do away with the nightmares and the constant bombardment of voices and images. She had enough on her plate even without having to question her sanity 27/7.
Berath's Bell: How does your Watcher cope with loss? Did past experiences affect how they interact in game one?
Gaura used to physically and emotionally distance herself to grieve in peace. But I don't think the PoE1 gang would let her do that. Not to mention that thanks to the ghosts she's never alone. So it all pushed her to adjust her coping mechanisms.
Blood Moss: Did the experiences in game one lead to any major wounds (physical/mental or both)?
Physically nothing that is all that apparent - whatever scars she got blended right in with her cracks. However Gaura did develop ptsd and some fear of drowning.
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There are so many good questions from the Flora of Eora list-- my top 3! :D Skaenbone, Dyrcap and Berath's Bell for your Watcher please?
Aaa thank youu :P
Berath's Bell - "How does your watcher cope with loss? Did past experiences affect how they interact in game?"
First memory of grief was seeing his mother get murdered by slavers in front of him, which lead to a coping mechanism of not really feeling anything about death? And generally not exactly being cold, but really bad at processing emotions (in poe1 at least. He's better in poe2). So for him, death in general doesn't phase him too.. much? Never was able to process his childhood trauma properly, suddenly becoming an orphan and becoming a drifter, at first travelling with a bunch of sailers then by himself around the world, never even had the time? That being said, dyrwood was a creepy place for him. When he arrived, death was into the very soul of that place. Lady webb's death wasn't exactly sad, for they didn't know eachother long enough to form a connection, but he felt respect for the woman she was and grief for her life forever shadowed by Thaos. Maerwald straight up scared him more than anything.
Drycap - "The Dozens, House Doemenel or the Crucible Knights?"
So I may have made Mahen sound serious in the other question, and his alliance here will probably still make you think the same thing, but he's not. He was a drifter because he was an orphan, but also because he kept.. "liberating" stuff from nobles, generally getting in trouble. So his streetsmart attitude might make you think he'd ally with the Dozens or even House Doemenel. But he went for the Crucible Knights. Despite using humour and a carefree attitude to present himself, he knew support for the crucible knights would help out animancy, which he was very much for, not only because he hails from the Deadfire, but also because he's a cipher. That being said he did make them reform and work an alliance with the dozens.
Skaenbone - "Ultimately, which of the gods of eora did your watcher side with in the council of stars quest?"
Death was always a part of his life, wasn't it? So it almost felt natural to him to side with Berath. Again, appealing to his more serious nature (hdhshdhdjbs oops), and a bit of personal philosophy? Which, i'm not sure he even knew he had.
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The Last to Know
(So a little while ago, I was doing the Flora of Eora prompts, and in this one I wrote, in regards to Kai/Edér, “There’s probably a universe out there where the two of them end up together romantically, but I haven’t written it yet.” Well, my husband, in his infinite wisdom, challenged me to do just that.
And then, the lovely folks in the Writers of Eternity discord presented a challenge too, for all of us to try and write and share something this week while we’re all stuck at home under quarantine so here we are :)
Kai/Edér, set a couple years after Deadfire, I think)
(EDIT: Now also on AO3!)
“Mayor Teylecg?”
Edér looked up from his desk as a man stepped into his office. He was wearing a traveling cloak and a wide, friendly smile. His accent was obviously Raedceran. Edér tried not to hold it against him. “Somethin’ I can do for ya, sir?”
The man took off his hat and held it between both hands, looking a bit like he was using it as a shield. “Actually, I was hopin’ to talk to the missus. Is she available?”
“The who?” Last Edér checked, he was very much unmarried and had no real interest in changing that.
“Why, your Lady Watcher, of course.“
”Kiki? You think she’s my…" he cut himself off with a sharp shake of his head. “She’s at one of the farms to the west, helpin’ the midwife deliver a baby. Should be back by nightfall if all goes well. If this is important, I can send someone to fetch her.”
“That will not be necessary, Mister Mayor. It’s nothin’ that can’t wait ‘til tomorrow.” He bowed, the formal bow of someone who did it a lot. “Please do give her my regards. Good day.”
“Yeah. Good day to you too.” Edér watched the man leave and stared at the door for a long time after he was gone. “Huh. That was weird.”
He tried to shrug it off and go back to work.
He was still trying to get back to work when the door opened and Kai breezed in just before sundown. She looked exhausted, but in good spirits, and she smiled wide when he looked up from his desk. “You can add two more to the population count for the town. Twin boys, both very loud and healthy. Good evening, dear.” She kissed the top of his head as she walked past him to the living area. She called back at him as she walked away, “I ran into Mrs. Sammesbury on the way home and she gave us some of those cakes you like.”
He gave up on working and followed her into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway and watching as she unloaded what looked like most of a bakery from one of the baskets she was carrying. “Hey, Kiki?”
“Yes, my dear?” she said distractedly, placing what appeared to be an entire pot of stew on the table.
“I’ve been thinkin’…” He took a deep breath. May as well get it over with. “How come you’re still here?”
“In Dyrford?” Kai finally looked up, studying his expression with a curious, bird-like tilt of her head. “You wanted to come back, and I came with you. I like it here.”
“Sure, but why me?”
“Why not you?” She came around the table until she was standing in front of him, arms crossed. “Edér, what’s this about?”
“Are you in love with me?” he asked all in a rush.
She stared at him, slack-jawed. A noise escaped that might have been the start of a word before she snapped her mouth shut and fell quiet for a long time. Edér tried not to get antsy as the silence stretched on. “I honestly hadn’t thought about it,” she finally said.
“Yeah. Me either.” He ran a hand through his hair, trying to put his thoughts in order. “A man came by the office today lookin’ for you. Asked if my wife was available to talk Watcher business.” It hadn’t been his exact words, but he knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t respond well to being called ‘the missus’ even if it had been true. “You weren’t home, so he went on his way, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Do other folks think we’re married?”
“Well, we do share a home,” she said slowly, a knot in her brow saying she was trying to do the math too like he had been all day. “And a bed.”
“Yeah, but we don’t do anything in it.”
“How would they know that?” A thought crossed her face, and she pointed an accusatory finger at him. “Are you in love with me?”
He threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “How would I know?”
“I have no idea!”
They fell silent again, staring tensely at each other. It felt strangely like they were having an argument about this, but if they were it was the stupidest thing they’d ever fought about. And that was saying something.
A sudden idea came to him, half-formed and probably a bit reckless, but that’s how most of his best ideas started. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do,” she answered without hesitation.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Edér grabbed both sides of Kai’s face and pressed his lips to hers. They both stood there, not moving, staring at each other, faces so close his eyes crossed just to keep her in focus. There was no spark, no fireworks. Wasn’t that what was supposed to happen, if you were in love with someone?
She pulled away just enough that she could speak. “I don’t think we’re doing this right. I thought you’d done this before.”
“I have!” he said defensively. “It’s just been a while. And none of them were… like you.” He felt weird comparing her to the women he’d been with in the past. They’d all been nice enough, of course, but Kai was… different. He just wished he knew why she was different, and what it meant.
She grabbed his arms, though he couldn’t tell if she was trying to pull him closer or push him away. “Then kiss me like I’m one of them.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Then close your eyes.” Her eyes immediately fluttered shut, completely trusting of him, and that warmed his heart like it always did. Even if he didn’t know if he loved her, he knew he loved her. That, at least, was never in question. “You know you’ve even got freckles on your eyelids?”
“How could I have possibly known that, dear?” she asked dryly, but one corner of her mouth lifted in amusement.
He brushed his thumb over one of her eyelids, tracing the little cluster of freckles there, and Kai gasped, her lips parting as if she was going to say something. Before she could, Edér closed the distance and kissed her again.
This time it was different. It was still stiff at first - he could actually feel Kai overthinking the whole situation - but he shifted, trying to find an angle that could make the difference in their heights a little less uncomfortable, and suddenly everything clicked into place. Suddenly, everything felt right. All the awkwardness fell away and in its place came a hunger that Edér hadn’t felt for a long time.
He deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around her, almost lifting her off the ground in an attempt to pull her closer. She caressed his face, carding her fingers through his beard, and there, there were the sparks. Her hands left a trail of them along his cheeks and jaw, shooting straight down his spine. He broke away with a groan and put his hands on her shoulders, trying to put a little distance between them so he could think again.
Kai was staring at him like she’d never seen him before, like she was trying to put the pieces together for a puzzle she hadn’t known was there. He knew the feeling. “That was…”
He huffed out a breathless laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, it was.”
“What does it mean?”
“I don’t know,” he said, but he was lying. He had a feeling he knew exactly what it meant.
This time, she kissed him first and he let himself stop thinking for a little while.
Edér wasn’t sure when they’d moved to the couch, but that’s where they were the next time they came up for air. Kiki stared up at him, her hair a cloud of wild curls covering the pillows. Her face was flushed, lips red and swollen, her eyes dark with emotions he’d never seen from her, and it was all he could do not to just dive back down and kiss her again. Had she always been this beautiful? How had he never noticed before?
He pressed his face into her neck and her arms curled around his back and this, at least, was familiar. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the fire-and-wildflower scent of her did nothing to calm the racing of his heart. “What are we doin’, Kiki?”
“I was rather hoping you could tell me.” Her voice was low and rough, but her words were as prim as ever and he couldn’t help but chuckle. His lips brushed her throat as he did, and she gasped and arched her back, pressing herself against him. He did it again deliberately just to see if he would get the same reaction, and he did, this time followed by a helpless little laugh. “That really isn’t helping, darling.”
“I dunno. Depends on what you’re lookin’ for help with.” He left a meandering trail of open-mouthed kisses up her neck. She clung to him, hands clenching in his shirt and hair. “If I’d known it would be like this, I’d’ve kissed you years ago.”
“Maybe years ago, it wouldn’t have been.” She pushed against his chest until he moved back enough to look her in the eye. “Hey, Edér?”
“Yeah, darlin’?”
She was so close he could barely keep her in focus, just like when he’d first kissed her. How long ago had that been? Minutes? Hours? So much had changed so quickly. “Are you in love with me?”
Edér didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slid his arms under her and sat up on the couch, pulling her effortlessly into his lap. She smiled at him like she couldn’t believe this was really happening, tracing her fingers over his cheeks, his brow, his lips, the slope of his nose. There was such an unexpected tenderness in the way she looked at him that it left him breathless.
If he hadn’t known the answer to her question before, he knew it now beyond a shadow of a doubt. “Yes. I am. I love you, Kiki.” He’d said it before, hundreds, maybe thousands of times, but it felt different this time.
Kai pressed her forehead to his, and the last bit of tension drained out of her. The relief in her voice was obvious. “Good. Otherwise this would be really awkward, because I’m in love with you too.” She closed her eyes, as if the effort of saying the words out loud had been too much, but she was still smiling. “I don’t know why we couldn’t see it.”
“Guess everyone else could. If that guy comes back, I’m gonna have to buy him a drink.” It was all so obvious, now that he was looking for it. How long had they been in love and not realized it? When had things changed? Maybe it had always been like this, and they just didn’t see it. “I’m sorry it took us so long to figure it out.”
“Better late than never.”
She kissed him again, and it felt like the start of something new.
#kai cirdani#eder teylecg#kai/eder#rhi writes#they are so sweet and so very very stupid#idiots to lovers (but still idiots)#infact I think I'm gonna make my otp tag for them#otp: idiots to lovers#they've been married for like 10 years and never realized it! they sleep in the same bed and are raising a child together!#(this wanted to be smut. kiki and eder wanted this to be smut *so bad*#because now they've realized they're in love they just wanted to speed-run the courtship part since they're already basically married)#I didn't think I needed more ships for kiki but they're GREAT and this was fun
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Watcher Wednesday
It’s that time of the week again; Watcher Wednesday- our weekly excuse to talk all about our Watchers, and other Pillars of Eternity OCs!
If you’d like to participate, you can use the tags ‘Watcher Wednesday’ or ‘PoE Watcher Wednesday’ to tag your posts, or to find content from others who are joining in.
Ideas for what you might like to contribute include (but are not limited to):
Share some facts about your Watchers or OCs, or answer some OC ask memes!
You might be interested in my Watcher Ask Meme, Watcher as a Companion Prompt, or Deadfire Ask Meme, or @pillarsheadcanons‘s Flora of Eora Questions, and the 30 Day Watcher Challenge (not mine) have some great questions, too. I also have a dedicated tag where I keep Ask Memes that I’ve reblogged over time.
Link us to your favourite fic, by yourself or by someone else, or even write something entirely new!
If you want some ideas for a fic or drabble, @pillarspromptsweekly has some amazing writing prompts that might be of interest to you.
Share some fan art, screenshots, or character bios to show off your Watcher or OC!
If you’re not very artistically-inclined, or just don’t have the time or energy to work on an art piece, then maybe you could use a picrew or a dollmaker instead.
Make a Moodboard/Aesthetic Board for your Watcher or OC!
You can find some wonderful free-use images on Pexels, Pixabay, and Unsplash, among other websites. And there are templates aplenty floating around in the Watcher Wednesday tag!
Make someone else’s day by telling us all about why you love their character!
And Most Importantly:
Have fun with it! Whatever you might choose to do, this is your weekly excuse to celebrate your own OCs, as well as the wonderful amount of diversity that a fandom like ours allows!
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Pilgrim’s Crown and St. Gyran’s Horn for saoirse!
thank u fern !! 💕
Pilgrim’s Crown: Where did your Watcher come from? What brought them to the Dyrwood?
ok this is gonna be a long winded answer but ! saoirse is from aedyr originally ! she's a noble's daughter, except bc she was born as a godlike and so her life has been anything but luxurious or comforting :( after her estate burnt down and her father died, she and her sister had to make it on their own, bc their family name had been disgraced to the point where their real identities could put them in danger. saoirse was sort of forced to grow up then and there, and started taking any work she could find, legitimate or otherwise, and bc it was mostly illegitimate work available for a godlike, they were forced to up and leave abruptly a LOT. laoghaire (pronounced like leer-y), her half sister, is a pretty intense follower of hylea, and wanted to help out w the victims of the waidwens legacy stuff, and saoirse was against it at first (typical overprotective, overbearing big sister vibes) but once laoghaire told her about raedrics offer, saoirse begrudgingly agreed. i hc they were in like? In valian republics or smth and they were supposed to board a ship bound for the dyrwood, but saoirse was refused passage bc shes a moon godlike and.... bad luck :/ so she told laoghaire to go on ahead, meet her in the city, and she would take the long way, working along as she went so that they would be secure by the time they met up again. hence why she starts the game solo !
St. Gyran’s Horn: How did your Watcher take to the responsibilities at Caed Nua? Did they return endgame?
saoirse LOVES caed nua. loves it. genuinely cares and cherishes for that place as if it were a living thing, like a loved one. she's never really had a home – even her family estate never felt like hers, bc she was controlled so relentlessly by her father and never rly felt accepted or like she belonged there. and literally the entire reason she does Anything is to support her sister, to give her some modicum of a normal life and make sure shes safe. like i said, thats the reason she travelled to dyrwood in the first place. so finding caed nua, feeling as tho caed nua CHOSE HER..... hhh she felt genuinely excited for the first time in her life, hopeful.... and u bet she did ALL the endless paths levels to make the place safe for her sis, and turned it into the absolute fortress not to be messed w. i like the think the battle of yenwood happens like 6months post canon, and she absolutely fights tooth and nail to keep caed nua, bc u bet she is NOT letting go of the one home shes ever felt safe in !!!!
anyway uh. the beginning of poe2? absolutely devastates her. breaks her gd heart in two :))
flora of eora questions !
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(From adraveins on main.) River Reed and Springberry for the Flora of Eora questions and Watcher(s) of choice?
...fuck it, let’s do all five of the little bastards.
River Reed: What is your Watcher's biggest fear?
Clelia: They’ll see her. They’ll find her and they’ll see her and they’ll do things with their grasping hands and their cutting words and their sharp weapons, and no one will care. Who are they? *shrug* People. The ones who were why she had to grow up hidden away in a back room of her father’s studio.
Oriol: One day he’ll run out of places to flee to and ways to reinvent himself, and all the people he’s hurt or abandoned will come to him for a reckoning.
Aegen: People will surround him and trap him and find him wanting and his mind will disintegrate completely as he suffocates.
Sikkerneq: There'll be no place left on Eora for her to call home, and it’ll be all spiteful words and wandering and desperation for her until the end of her days.
Eiheune: She’ll be alone, completely alone, with everyone who loves her dead or thousands of miles away and Wael angry at her for everything she’s done, and she’ll look on the results of her actions and know she deserves it.
Springberry: How has your Watcher changed during the events in game? How different are they from where they began as part of the caravan?
Clelia: She’s far less invested in staying small and hidden—her adventures put an end to that. And sometimes that means being unsafe, and that’s something that just has to be dealt with. She’s got people who have her back, she’ll be all right. Now, being unsafe and separated from the people who have her back, she’s not quite at the point of being able to take that in stride.
Oriol: It hasn’t all been good. His rage lives closer to the surface than it ever did in his Paladini years. But he’s also learned what responsibility means, and he’s working on the “take action to fix your mistakes and move forward instead of just running away” thing.
Aegen: He’s gained a lot of social skills, considering he started near zero. He has relationships now! Friendships! People whose company he sometimes seeks out!
Sikkerneq: By the time she hits Neketaka, she hasn’t whined, “I just wanted to do research!” in literal years. She’s not back home in Rauatai, she’s not with other Enutanik, but her niche is what and where she makes it. She understands that now.
Eiheune: There’s a seriousness and a humility to her that she lacked when she first left Ixamitl. She’s probably a better priestess now than she was when it was her full-time job, especially with the experience she’s gained in, ah, the pastoral counseling side of things during her travels.
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Blood Moss, Cave Coral and Blood Moss for Vi and Lenni?
Thank you! Cave Coral got answered for Vi here and for Lenn here.
Blood Moss: Did theexperiences in game one lead to any major wounds (physical/mental or both)?
Hmmmm Lenni definitelygot hurt/KO’d in a lot of battles, reckless as she is, and also suffered a lotof emotional trauma from the nightmares and freaking out over Watcher/Awakeningstuff, but also she’s tough and resilient and really good at bouncing back fromall of that. And also, it pretty much never occurs to me to leave my characterswith scars or any other permanent reminder of what they go through in a story,sooooo nope, nothing major to speak of in the end!
As for Violet: Nope, nothing to speak of for her either. She’s very emotionally/intellectually resilient with all that philosophy practice, so even the gods reveal at the end did not shake her as much as it probably should have. And she is not a front line fighter, she keeps out of harm’s way, rocking that crossbow, so she didn’t take too much damage most of the time either.
Floraof Eora Questions – by @pillarsheadcanons
#flora of eora questions#pillars of eternity#watcher lenneth#watcher violet#lenneth#violet#thanks for asking!#serenbach86
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Flora of Eora Questions Deadfire Edition 🌺🍄🐚 (spoilers below):
Berath’s Bell: What is your Watcher’s opinion on becoming the Herald of Berath? Given deitic reveals in game one, has your Watcher’s opinions on the Gods of Eora changed?
Blood Moss: Did your Watcher cope with the loss of Caed Nua? How has this changed them as a person, if at all?
Cave Coral: How did your Watcher take to the role of Captain? Were they strict, benevolent, or a scoundrel? Was The Defiant enough for them, or did they have a whole fleet upon coming to Ukaizo?
Gaensvef Berries: In times of hardship it can be easy to turn to the things that help us escape; what addictive vice might your Watcher have picked up through the years, if any?
Huona Mahe: What was your Watcher’s preferred party line-up? Did they favor any sidekicks to the main companions? In the same breadth, any particular romances (canon or no)?
Ink Harp: The Huana, Royal Deadfire Company, the Valians, or the Principi?
Maoro Coral: As you sail the Deadfire there happen to be a few uncharted islands. What did your Watcher name them if at all?
Orlan’s Cradle: If Vela carried into POE: Deadfire, how did your Watcher handle responsibilities of parenthood at sea? If they didn’t adopt Vela: Any favorite sea shanties or crew members?
Pox Cap: If your Watcher came upon a plague ship, what was their response?
Quill Leaf: The Watcher is no stranger to uncovering things lost to time; what was their personal journey like as they searched for Ukaizo? Were they overwhelmed by the rich history, or did they sell it to the highest bidder?
Rahi Pods: It really wouldn’t be a fantasy without a dragon! How did your Watcher handle the chaining of Scyorielphas?
Ratiti Root: Did any consequences/decisions from game one come back to haunt your Watcher? Would they have done anything differently?
Razorgill: Many elements in the Deadfire are beyond beautiful; however many of those things have proven to be dangerous (including Neketaka). Did your Watcher feel that the Huana way of life was unfair? Adjacent to that; did your Watcher seek justice where they saw fit (perhaps involving the Crookspur)?
River Reed: Over the course of the game did any companions leave? How did things with your party end come the finale?
Spire Sponge: In the end; how had your Watcher’s relationship to Eothas changed (if at all)?
Bonus Critical Role Question: Hey, fellow critters! Did any of you make members of Vox Machina in game; or did you use any of their voice clips for your own characters?
Be sure to tag @pillarsheadcanons so I can see your answers!
#this doesn't include any beast of winter questions because not everyone who has the game has the dlc#but feel free to add bow details to any questions you're asked!!!#pillars asks#Pillars of Eternity#poe#pillars questions#flora of eora
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Unlikeliest Places
@pillarspromptsweekly fill 95. It’s another Roll for It, and my elements are The Living Lands, travel fatigue, and a beautiful natural vista. (also, crazy self-indulgent bc my birthday is this coming week AND I think this is my 100th prompt fill(?) so I wanted to have even more fun with it than usual.)
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Despite how much she loved traveling and adventure, Tavi did have to admit there were some not so great things about it. Like sore feet. And walking in the rain. She didn’t have anything against rain, per se; when she was somewhere like Caed Nua or an inn and it was her choice she loved to go for long walks and get absolutely soaked to the skin. But that was completely different from this--boots squelching with every step as she she and Aloth trudged down another road after another lead. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she knew how far to their destination. But road signs were apparently unheard of here, and the last person to give them directions had just vaguely gestured down the road and told them it was a straight shot of “a few miles”. A few miles so far was up to six by Tavi’s reckoning.
At least the Living Lands were more scenic than, say, the Vailian Republics. And all the flora and fauna was new and unusual. It made her regret never making it up this far before.
And then she stepped in a deceptively deep puddle and almost lost her balance. Would have if Aloth didn’t grab her arm.
Abydon’s fuckin’ forge, we better find somethin’ that makes this fuckin’ worthwhile Tavi shot him a grateful smile as she shook muddy water off her boot. “Thanks. I’m gettin’ real fuckin’ close to wantin’ to talk with that orlan about the definition of the word ‘few’.”
Aloth chuckled. “In my experience, places this... provincial tend to use that as a catch-all for anything lower than about twenty.”
She snorted and raked sopping tendrils of hair out of her eyes. “You can say ‘backwater mudhole’ if that’s what you mean, Corfiser, no one’s here to get offended.”
He shrugged and rolled his shoulders to shake rainwater off his cloak. “Better not to take the chance.”
She shook her head fondly. “You are incorrigible, city slicker.”
Aloth snorted in amusement as he tugged his hood further forward. “And you’re one to talk on that score, Tavi.”
Tavi grinned despite the rainwater trickling down her face. “Pot and kettle, what a pair we make, huh?”
He actually laughed. “You could say that.”
“Or I could point out I think I finally see a town up ahead,” she chuckled. “It better be Stilden, or I really will go hunt down that fuckin’ orlan to have a few words...”
“Whether it’s the town we seek or not, I’ll be satisfied if there’s an inn,” Aloth pointed out. “Just getting out of the rain will be enough for now.”
“Heh, true,” Tavi snorted. “We can dry out while we try to figure what the fuckin’ Key wants up here. Untamed frontiers never struck me as their kinda place.”
“No?” Aloth raised an eyebrow as they drew close enough to see this was indeed a community of some kind. “With all the unexplored valleys in which to hide, the potential ruins waiting in their depths, and a high likelihood no one will question your disappearance--or others’ who poked where they didn’t belong--because meeting an unfortunate end is all too common?”
“Well, when you put it like that...” Tavi grinned, letting the words trail off. She nodded toward the only two-story building in sight. “That’s prob’ly either a tavern or a general store, an’ both’ll serve our purpose.”
“After you, then,” Aloth said lightly, tucking his hair back behind one ear.
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m the diplomatic one,” she teased, rolling her eyes.
“Perhaps not, but you are the forceful one, and I have a feeling that counts for more out here,” he returned.
From the sign over the door--the carven torrents of a splashing waterfall--Tavi was pretty confident this was an inn, or at least a tavern, as they approached.
The sight that greeted them when she pushed open the door confirmed that; the interior was full of tables(half of them occupied) and fairly tough looking folk woman stood behind the long, rough-hewn bar.
Thank fuckin’ Hylea, Tavi sighed. I need a drink.
Every eye was on them as soon as they stepped through the door. and she practically felt Aloth tense at the attention. Tracking down a Leaden Key cell usually relied heavily on keeping a low profile, and this was the exact opposite of what they wanted.
“Can’t be helped,” Tavi murmured, tugging his arm so he’d follow her toward the counter.
“I know,” he murmured back, slipping his hand in hers. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
She squeezed his hand in silent agreement--at least out here no one recognized the Watcher of Caed Nua--as the woman behind the bar jerked her head toward them in greeting.
“Don’t get many travelers through here,” she commented, bracing her hands against the counter. “What can I getcha?”
“Whatever you have that’s strongest for me,” Tavi replied as she pushed back her hood, extremely aware of the drip trail they were leaving across the floor.
The barkeep nodded approvingly and raised an eyebrow at Aloth. “And you?”
He met the question with a tight smile.”I’m fine, thank you.”
“Whatever y’say,” she shrugged. “What brings you through Stilden?”
Aloth’s grip tightened fractionally on Tavi’s hand. She shifted her weight, brushing her shoulder against his as she replied, “We’re adventurers. An acquaintance mentioned there were plenty to be had up here.”
The barkeep snorted as she pulled a dark green bottle from under the counter and popped the cork. “Heh, this acquaintance would be right. You sure they ain’t also tryin’ to get you killed? We got more up here that’ll do ya in than any other country in Eora.”
Tavi laughed and accepted the freshly poured drink the woman pushed toward her. “Pretty sure, yeah. And I think we’ll chance it, either way. Danger just adds to the fun.”
The barkeep smirked. “Good attitude to have up here. Just don’t go lookin’ for too much fun or ya might might get in over yer head.”
“That’s good advice anywhere,” Tavi said glibly. She picked up the mug, smelling the alcohol in the drink before she had it more than a couple inches off the bar. She’d said strong and the woman had obliged. She took a good hard swallow and ranked it better than most of what she’d had in the Deadfire, even if it wasn’t the best she’d ever had.
She nodded appreciatively as she lowered the mug. “That’s pretty good.”
The barkeep grinned. “Thank ya, I brew it m’self.” She held out her hand to shake. “Hilde.”
Tavi shook her hand and introduced herself. “Any other advice for increasing our chance of survival?”
“Don’t travel after dark,” Hilde said with a shrug. “An’ your best bet is t’ hire a guide if y’ wanna go explorin’. A good one,” she clarified, “who’s seen a lot of this place. Hey, Tarven,” she called across the room to a dark haired elf slouched alone at a table. “Skellen back yet?”
The elf snorted. “With the shit his group was lookin’ t’ find? We ain’t gonna see them for another month or two at least.” He tipped his head and gave Tavi and Aloth a meaningful look. “If we ever do.”
“They get the point, Tar,” Hilde said dryly. “You wouldn’t happen to know who is around, would ya?”
Tarven pursed his lips in thought a moment. “They could ask the Rook whelp, I s’ppose. He don’t do much guide work these days, though. His wolf’s too old t’ keep up on the long trips and no one who makes it this far into the Lands wants a short one.”
“Can’t hurt t’ ask,” Hilde retorted. “An’ he’s been roamin’ the Lands more’n three decades, I’d hardly call him a whelp.”
“He is in the scheme of things,” Tarven shot back, before locking eyes with Tavi, his ears dipping in mild irritation. “But I can tell ya where to find him, if you wanna gamble on bein’ special enough he’ll say yes.”
Tavi shrugged and took another swig of her drink. There was a note of something in there she couldn’t quite figure out, but it was really growing on her. “Worth a shot. Worst he’ll do is say no, right?”
“Kel, yeah. There are some folk that would do more dependin’ on their mood.” Tarven straightened in his seat. “Now, he works outta his folks’ salvage business, so it’s a little ways outta town...” He beckoned them closer, and Tavi went, her drink in one hand and tugging Aloth along with the other. He followed just behind her without protest, though she could see concern in his eyes. She made a mental note to ask about that as they sat down across the table from Tarven so he could lay out the route to where they could find this guide.
o.O.o
It took a while to finally get some privacy; Tarven proved chatty, and Hilde even more so when they attempted to wait out the rain. When the weather showed no sign of relenting anytime soon, they caved and got a room.
“Alright, spill, city slicker,” Tavi said soon as the door closed behind them. “You’re so tense I can practically see your anxiety floatin’ over your head like a fuckin’ storm cloud.”
Aloth half-smiled at her attempted humor. “I’m simply concerned about bringing someone into our confidence who we don’t know.”
“Whaddya mean?” Tavi probed as she hung her cloak over the back of a chair to dry and sat down to start working off her boots.
“This guide,” he said. “I do appreciate improving our odds of survival, but how do we search for a fanatically secretive cult without tipping him off to what we’re doing? There’s only so much we can explain away with the adventurers cover.”
“What’s so wrong with tippin’ him off that we’re lookin’ for someone?” she shrugged. The stubborn boot finally came off and she started working on the other one. “Obviously he doesn’t need to know everything, but what can it hurt tellin’ him we’re... shit, lookin’ for evidence of an ancient guardian order. We can just leave off that we think they’re still around and fuckin’ with the course of history.”
“Because we don’t know how large a presence they have here,” Aloth replied, absently raking his fingers through his still-damp hair. “For all we know, this Rook fellow could be one of them. Even if not, who’s to say he wouldn’t answer any questions put to him regarding our business, whether for compensation or simply due to not having a reason he shouldn’t?”
Tavi snorted. “If you’re gonna be that fuckin’ paranoid, maybe I shoulda used a fake name, Engferth.”
He shot her a dirty look for that, but she saw the corners of his mouth twitch. “Tavi, it’s been two years, are you ever planning to let that go?”
“Nope,” she said cheerfully, kicking her boots under the edge of the bed. “It’s too much fun givin’ you shit for it.”
“That’s the answer I was both afraid of and expecting,” Aloth said with a long suffering sigh. He was smiling as he joined her on the bed, however. “The benefits of aliases aside, we really do need to decide if we’re going to employ this Rook, and if so, how much we tell him.”
“Look, city slicker,” Tavi turned so she was half-facing him. “I know we’ve survived everything from town drunks to cultists to the fuckin’ gods themselves, but I didn’t survive all that to get eaten by a fuckin’ lion or some weird plant b’cause we were too paranoid to take advantage of local knowledge and experience.”
He shot her a dubious look. “A plant?”
She shrugged. “Y’hear things. Rumors’n shit.”
“I... highly doubt there’s any truth to that one,” Aloth said diplomatically.
“Better safe than sorry,” Tavi insisted. “I say we hire the fuckin’ guide. You can decide how much we tell him,” she conceded. “You have more experience with the fuckin’ Key than I do.”
Aloth mulled that over a moment, twisting one of his rings while he thought, before nodding. “That’s a fair compromise.”
“Great. Then I’m goin’ to bed,” she grinned, wriggling out of her pants and kissing him on the cheek. “B’cause walkin’ in the rain and mud all day is fuckin’ exhaustin’.”
He chuckled. “I’ll join you shortly, there’s something I want to check first.”
“If you wait too long, I’ll be asleep,” Tavi warned playfully around a yawn as she snuggled in. She hadn’t realized how tired she was til she said something, but she really was exhausted.
“I’ll just have to take that risk,” Aloth said with a smile as he pushed off the bed.
o.O.o
Tavi’s suspicions proved correct and the night was at least half over before she felt the bed shift as Aloth settled in next to her. But he’d never needed much sleep, and the lack of it didn’t have a noticeable effect on his mood, so she didn’t tease him too much as they prepared for the day.
Aloth took all of it in stride--he was well accustomed to her habits by now--and waited until they were leaving the room to inform her that her hair had dried slightly curly.
“Oh, yeah, it does that sometimes,” Tavi grimaced self-consciously. “’Specially in humid weather if I’ve cut it recently.” Which was the case; she’d trimmed it less than a week ago. She sighed and feathered one hand through it. “Oh well. Nothin’ I can really do about it, so guess you get a peek at what I looked liked in my twenties,” she teased, pulling on her cloak as she stepped into the hall.
Aloth raised an eyebrow. “This is how you kept it back then?”
“Well, yeah, city slicker, I was workin’ for the blacksmith at that point, short hair was much easier to keep out of my fuckin’ eyes.” She tugged the door closed behind them. “An’ our part of Old Vailia got humid as fuck in the summer, so this is how it usually ended up.” She scowled at an ugly thought and kicked the wall. “At least until everything went to shit. There was a while in there I couldn’t cut my hair, even if I’d cared enough to.” Her gaze dropped to her hands, just in time to watch Aloth take them in his.
“Tavi,” he said softly, deliberately turning her hands so she couldn’t see her scarred palms. “I didn’t mean to bring up unpleasant memories.” His thumbs swept in matching arcs over her knuckles.
Tavi snorted a shaky laugh. “Shit, Corfiser, it’s almost forty years ago. I can’t expect you to walk on fuckin’ eggshells ‘bout anything that might bring it to mind.” She squeezed his hands appreciatively all the same. “B’side I walked myself into that one.”
“Still, I am sorry for bringing it to mind.” Aloth tugged her hands to close the distance between them and steal a kiss.
“Mmm, not that you need it, but you’re forgiven, Aloth,” she mumbled, smiling, into the kiss.
“You know how much I admire your resilience,” he whispered when they finally broke the kiss, foreheads still touching.
“Tough as fuck,” she agreed mischievously, freeing one hand to cup his jaw as she tipped her chin forward for round two, murmuring, “Just like you,” right before their lips met.
Gods, she loved the way his ears went pink whenever she complimented him.
“I don’t know about that,” Aloth demurred. “I’ve seen some of the things you survived and doubt I would have fared as well.” He cleared his throat. “But don’t we have somewhere to be?”
“Right.” Tavi brushed her thumb against his cheek one last time before stepping away so they could resume course downstairs. “Let’s go hire a guide so we can have an adventure with less risk of dying.” She laughed when he rolled his eyes. “Didja figure out what we’re telling him?”
Aloth nodded. “We’re searching for Engwithan ruins. It’s a large enough portion of the truth to serve our purpose, and still sufficiently commonplace to not raise suspicion. And given the connection between the Key and Engwithan culture, it’ll at least get us where we need to start looking. Between what we learned in the Dyrwood and the fact you understand the language, it’s more than plausible.”
“Also, if it’s leaked somehow, worst that’ll happen is the Key comin’ after us rather’n us havin’ to hunt them down,” Tavi added with a dark grin.
“I did consider that, actually,” he said dryly.
Tavi shot him a bemused look as they exited the tavern. “Covering all your angles?”
“Exactly.”
o.O.o
Tarven’s directions from the night before proved easily followed, and this salvage business equally easy to find. The walk was also far more pleasant now that it wasn’t raining and they could enjoy the view. There was a wild, untamed beauty to the land, even this close to a settlement, and she could see trails that meandered toward tangled forests and overgrown ravines. I really should’ve made it up here sooner, she mused. This place would be perfect for me.
But it she had, she wouldn’t have met Aloth or Kana or any of the others, or shit, even Maren and the rest of Silversteel. So she wouldn’t really change things. Besides, this place didn’t seem overly given to change, so it probably didn’t look that different than ten or twenty or even forty years ago.
“This place reminds me of you,” Aloth commented, almost as if he’d heard her thoughts.
Tavi snorted. “Stubborn and untamed?”
“And chaotic, and fascinating....” He nodded toward the sprawling vista off to their right, trees framing the view of sky and clouds, ground split by a red-rock valley. “Beautiful.”
“Now we’re talkin’,” she teased. “Shame I can’t think of anywhere flatterin’ to compare you to, city slicker.”
Aloth smirked. “You’ll just have to come up with something else, then.”
“Yes, I will, but later.” Tavi nodded toward a dirt path that wound off to their left, curving around a clump of trees before looking like it maybe, eventually, led to an indistinct shadow that might’ve been a house.
“Well, this just fills me with confidence,” Aloth said dryly.
“Why?” Tavi laughed, starting down the path. “He’s a wilderness guide, I”d be more worried if he lived in the middle of fuckin’ civilization.”
“Or what passes for it out here,” Aloth muttered, swiping at the tall grass that encroached on the trail.
“Be nice,” she scolded playfully. “‘Specially since you just said this place reminds you of me.”
“Fair point,” he conceded, lips curving in a faint smile.
The indistinct shadow had started to take more definite shape now; a low, single story bungalow, with semi-neat piles of miscellaneous goods lined up along the sides. As they drew even closer they could see the figure sitting out front, a few feet away from the door. A blond elf, the sun catching both the reddish highlights in his hair and the silver-streaked coat of the wolf lounging at his feet as he worked. Tavi gave the longbow he was shaping a once-over, one brow arched in admiration. Bows might not be her weapon of choice, but she’d spent enough time with archers to recognize a well-crafted one when she saw it.
By now they were close enough for the wolf to catch their scent, and it lifted its head, ears twitching back, to alert the elven hunter.
“Easy,” he murmured, not looking up from his project to address them. “Help you?”
“Yes, we were looking for Kel Rook,” Aloth said. Tavi bit back a smile at the wary glance he sent the wolf. Just because Tarven had alluded to the animal getting old didn’t mean it was harmless.
“Found him,” the blond grunted, flicking a brief look at Aloth before returning to the bow. “But it’s just Rook. Why the interest?”
There was something familiar about his voice, in a way that set Tavi’s teeth on edge and squeezed something tight in her chest. She didn’t like the feeling much. Probably because outside Silversteel or her Dyrwood and Deadfire companions pretty much anyone familiar had likely tried to kill her. She crossed her arms defensively(as if that would help). “We’re lookin’ to explore around here an’ were told you’re a good guide.”
Rook frowned. “Damn Tarven,” he muttered, running his hand along the curve of the bow. “Were you also told I don’t do guide work often now that Fletch has trouble keepin’ up?”
“Maybe you could give it a fuckin’ try,” she returned, more irritably than she meant to as that nagging familiarity squeezed tighter. “We’re lookin’ for ruins, so we’re not gonna be movin’ all that fast, an’ we can handle ourselves, so it shouldn’t be too dangerous.”
“Everything here is fuckin’ dangerous.” Rook shot back heatedly, finally looking up to scowl at her with glass-green eyes. “I work best with an animal partner, Fletch ain’t up to it, and the pup I’m trainin’ isn’t ready yet.” He cocked his head and his scowl turned to a squint for a protracted moment before, “Have we... met?”
Tavi frowned. “Not unless you’ve been outta this fuckin’ jungle at some point in your life.”
“Not since I got here.” His brow furrowed. “Somethin’ familiar about you, though.”
Tavi crossed her arms tighter. That weird feeling was getting stronger and it was setting off alarm bells and she really didn’t like it. She shuffled a half step closer to Aloth and shrugged. “Well, I’ve never been up this way, so can’t help ya. C’mon, city slicker, if the man won’t do it, we’ll just hafta find someone else.” Someone who didn’t send spider-feet sensations crawling up her spine. Something about Rook tugged at her and whether it was from her own life or just more Watcher shit, she didn’t like it. She’d apologize to Aloth and explain herself later.
“But-” Aloth started to protest.
“Hylea’s tits, just-”
Rook caught a sharp breath and stood so fast the bow he’d been crafting tumbled to the ground and his wolf bolted up on shaky legs in case he was needed. “...Tavi?”
She froze. How...? She looked, really looked, at this naggingly, uncomfortably familiar hunter with his reddish blond hair and pale green eyes. The burn scars she hadn’t noticed before that trailed down his arm and up the side of his neck. There’s no fuckin’ way. It can’t be.
“What’s wrong?” Aloth whisper, protectively glued to her side.
Tavi shook her head. Nothing was wrong, just her world being tilted on its axis. Tarven had called ‘the Rook whelp’ Kel. No, Tavi, she scolded herself as she pictured the man in front of her thirty-odd years younger and with his voice a couple octaves higher and a ridiculous hope started to sprout in her chest, nearly four decades after the worst day of her life. They all died, all of them. Even him. It’s not... He can’t be.
But hope was a wild thing, stubborn as Tavi herself, and the name escaped in a breathless, unbelieving rush. “Khellin?!”
He nodded and the world screeched to a halt, fading out around the edges as she clapped her hands over her mouth.
“Oh, Hylea’s blazin’ feathered copper-fucking tits,” she muttered through her fingers. This couldn’t be real. She hadn’t really woken up yet, this was a dream or some shit like that. She bit the tender skin at the base of one finger hard enough she nearly drew blood. OW. Nope, not dreaming. FUCK.
Khellin--who was really standing there, she wasn’t dreaming--gave a strangled laugh that sounded more than half a sob. “Figures you still swear enough to send Mom into fits.”
“‘Course,” Tavi snorted shakily, dropping her hands. “I’m fuckin’ incorrigible, you know that better’n anyone.” Almost anyone, she corrected herself, darting a glance toward Aloth.
He was staring at her with wide eyes. He’d been there through enough occurrences of the relevant anniversary to know exactly the implications of this turn of events.
Khellin laughed again, this one closer to the real thing. “Can’t argue with that.” He ran one hair through his hair. “Guess it’s a bit of an understatement to say we have a lot of catchin’ up to do?”
It was Tavi’s turn for a shell-shocked, almost hysterical sob-laugh combination, because her brother was alive. He was alive and she wasn’t dreaming and what the fuck, whichever god she needed to thank she’d do it gladly because Khellin was fucking alive. “I think callin’ it just a bit of an understatement is an understatement.”
Forty years. She’d thought he was dead for almost forty gods-damned fucking years and he’d been here the whole time. I really should’ve visited the Living Lands sooner.
Khellin reached down to brush his wolf’s ears in a comforting gesture when he whined. “How ‘bout I change my answer, help you two find those ruins you’re lookin’ for?” he offered. “We can start the blazin’ long process of catchin’ up while we search.”
Tavi nodded, not even looking at Aloth to check. There was no way he’d deny her this, even if they hadn’t been planning to employ him before her own personal Godhammer had been dropped on the encounter. “Sounds like a fuckin’ plan. There’s just... something I need to take care of first.”
He cocked an eyebrow and she could feel Aloth’s curiosity as well before she crossed the distance in three swift strides and pulled her baby brother into a ferociously tight hug.
Khellin flinched and his wolf’s ears tipped backward, but he did wrap his arms around her after only a few heartbeats and hug back.
“Sorry,” Tavi whispered. She knew he wasn’t always thrilled with physical affection, she just couldn’t help herself.
“Don’t be,” Khellin mumbled, hugging tighter, his voice further muffled by her shoulder. “You’re an exception, always have been.”
Tavi matched his strength, still hardly able to believe this was happening, even though she could feel him, warm and solid and real. She finally, reluctantly, loosened her grip and stepped back, surveying him head to toe again. “I guess... I guess if we’re gonna travel while we talk we better get movin’?”
He nodded, glancing between her and Aloth before he bent to pick up the dropped bow. “We should; it gets dark early if you’re under tree cover. And it seems you’re lookin’ for somethin’ special? Usually hafta go pretty deep for that.”
“Not today, I fuckin’ don’t,” Tavi grinned and Khellin laughed.
“No, I guess not.” His fingers brushed the wolf’s head as he turned to go lean the longbow against the bungalow. He ducked inside briefly, returning with a shortbow and quiver of arrows as well as a ration bag. “Preparedness is our chief virtue out here,” he explained, slinging both quiver and bag over his shoulder. “Let’s go find whatever it is you came lookin’ for.”
Tavi was pretty sure she’d be smiling for the next several hours at least. “Let’s,” she agreed, reaching for Aloth’s hand and weaving her fingers between his. She felt really good about their odds now. She’d hoped to find something worthwhile up here, and that had already been granted beyond her wildest dreams.
Surely they’d find something to work with; the Living Lands had all sorts of great things hiding in the unlikeliest places.
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I’ve been wanting to let Tavi find out Khellin’s alive for... I think like a year and a half? Maybe longer? And just never had the chance to do it, so when I saw the elements for this week’s prompt I had a MY TIME HAS COME moment and decided to do it now. Obviously at some point there’s gonna be a follow-up that’s them talking about what happened to each of them, woven in with Tavi and Aloth’s hunt for the Leaden Key. But we’ll just have to see when I get the chance for that ;)
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For the Pillars asks: Admeth's Wyrt, Cave Coral, Golden Celery, and River Reed for either of your Watcher's!
Those have been popular questions! :-D Since the previous ask answered the first two of those for Vi and the last two for Lenneth, I’ll swap it here. Thank you for the questions!
Admeth’s Wyrt: Howdoes your Watcher view their newfound abilities? Is it a blessing, a curse, orperhaps both?
It’s a curse forLenni, especially the nightmares part and feeling stuck with a past self shenever asked for and whose unfinished business she’s stuck with fixing. That’smore to do with the Awakening than with being a Watcher though. She is also notcrazy about seeing souls and all that, but gets more comfortable with it overtime as it proves handy in one way or another. (also, non-Watcher Lenneth who dealswith her Awakening in Soul & Shield ends up handling it all rather better:maybe in part because it’s just the Awakening, not the Watcher stuff; and inpart because Vi and Aloth are there to help her through it; and in big part,because of the implications for her past life. When Lenneth is the Watcher, herInquisitor-self Glynis had to be the one to betray Iovara and learn the godsweren’t real and see the dark side of the Inquisition and all, and that would tearher up far more than it would for Inquisitor Ianthina, Violet’s past life. Butwhen Violet is the Watcher, and Ianthe deals with all the Inquisition stuff,Glynis is happily off in the Ixamitl Plains having visions of magicalcity-shields, living her best life. So in that world state, Lenneth’s Awakeningis much less traumatic because Glynis’ unfinished business is just “protectCitlatl!”)
Cave Coral: Does your Watcherconform to the culture of the Dyrwood, or do they stick to their roots? (Thiscould mean appearance wise/morally/how they speak etc.)
Lenneth’s roots arekind of scattered; she was so young when she left Rauatai, and her family werenot native to Raiatai anyway, and she loves to travel and being a conartist means she’s also got a tendency to don the mask of whatever cultureshe’s passing through at the time…yeah, she’s never too worried about stickingto her roots. It’s more fun finding new roots!
Golden Celery: Whichof the game one companions were in your Watcher’s main party? Are there anymembers in the party that you ship your Watcher with?
Vi usually had Aloth, Kana, Hiravias,and once I realized Edér was recruitable, always Edér. XD (I missed him whenshe went through Gilded Vale because she talked to him before he becamerecruitable and I didn’t think to talk to him again after the dwarf-on-the-treescene so I just wandered off and left him there. Oops. Saw references to him asa companion online later on and was all the way to Defiance Bay before I cameback to get him!) Hm…I guess the fifth companion varied. She did actually haveDurance in her party pretty often even though Vi had the priest stuff coveredherself, just because Philosopher Vi actually liked all those challengingconversations with him. And after the White March she had the Devil of Caroc alongmuch of the time for her mechanics skills. XD Oh, and I sometimes ship her with Edér, when we’re ignoring Deadfire, i.e. for Soul & Shield.
River Reed: What isyour Watcher’s biggest fear?
Hmmmm during game oneit was probably that she would find out her god really was gone (I mean, shecomes to the Dyrwood as part of a pilgrimage to visit his priests in everyland, so she’s started hearing more of the worrying rumors the further she getsfrom Ixamitl and then gets to the Dyrwood and hears the worst of thenews and isn’t sure what to make of it…). After Deadfire it’s that they won’tbe able to live up to his expectations and find a way to fix the Wheel or livewith its ruin.
Floraof Eora Questions – by @pillarsheadcanons
#flora of eora questions#pillars of eternity#watcher violet#watcher lenneth#violet#lenneth#thanks for asking!#bee-charming
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Admeth's Wyrt & Cave Coral for Vi, Golden Celery & River Reed for Lenni?
Thank you!
Admeth’s Wyrt: Howdoes your Watcher view their newfound abilities? Is it a blessing, a curse, orperhaps both?
More of a blessing, as it gives her more insight and she’sglad someone, even if it has to be her, has the skills to help the lostsouls trying to move on. Being able to look back at someone’s past life when itisn’t actually affecting their present life is kind of creepy, though, so afterthe first few accidental glimpses of random souls (those backer NPCs) shepretty much stopped doing that if she could help it.
Cave Coral: Does yourWatcher conform to the culture of the Dyrwood, or do they stick to their roots?(This could mean appearance wise/morally/how they speak etc.)
Philosopher Violet isalways gonna be Ixamitl through and through. Ixamitl clothes are way cuter thanDyrwood clothes, too. (Actually Vi doesn’t care that much what clothes shewears, so long as they’re practical for the day’s work. And she is fine with adoptingwhat she needs to from Dyrwoodan culture. Really I think she considers Eothasianher culture more so than Ixamitl or Dyrwoodan, and most certainlysticks to her roots there even with all the Dyrwoodan animus against her faithand all the things she learns about the gods during the games.)
Golden Celery: Whichof the game one companions were in your Watcher’s main party? Are there anymembers in the party that you ship your Watcher with?
I ship Lenni with Aloth,even though I’ve only barely started her Deadfire playthrough to make thatcanon… XD Definitely always had Aloth and Edér in her game one party, and…Hiravias?Kana? Sagani? Maybe? I mean I switch them up based on quest needs often enoughbut I think those are the three she had most often.
River Reed: What isyour Watcher’s biggest fear?
Lenneth’s fear oflosing more of her loved ones may be a bit justified by how many of her familydied when she was still just a kid. She gets a little reckless in protectingher companions though, much to Aloth’s distress.
Flora of Eora Questions – by @pillarsheadcanons
#flora of eora questions#pillars of eternity#watcher violet#watcher lenneth#violet#lenneth#thanks for asking!#sayonaramidnight
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