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I received a preview copy of the book, for feedback and a review. Here's my perspective on the text, which I've also shared on the Openhand website:
I've been sitting with what to say for a while now. I am one of the preview readers of Resurrection, and it's taken me a while not just to read the book itself, but let everything it stirred in me soften and settle.
It is an amazingly powerful book, that offered a great number of reflections that spoke into my own journey and opened doorways into further inquiries. As well as a few of those awesome, Aha! I get it! - moments, where suddenly the internal landscape shifts, the view shifts, and you see and understand things you didn't see or fully understand before. It is also a great, unfolding tale of one being's continuing inquiry into past and self, into energy and identity that kept me hooked.
But more than that, to me, there was a strong resonance, a feeling of Truth in the tale shared. There was also a knowing, understanding, that this is not about the story, or the characters in it, neither past nor present. This is about the *energy* that flowed off the words, that I could all but see radiating off the text on my screen.
I feel to say ~ unlike what feels like all of my co-preview readers ~ I grew up in a strongly Christian household. And while I left the Church over twenty years ago, still there were times during the reading of Resurrection that I felt things triggered inside. I found that fascinating to watch and feel into and work with ~ though slightly unsettling as well, given that even after all this time and distance, the early conditioning (brainwashing) still kicked in at times to cringe and shriek, "YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!!”
I will definitely purchase the book when released as paperback, to go back and re-read it.
And this time with a notepad and pencil at hand, to excerpt all the paragraphs and sentences that really spoke to me. <3
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P.S. This book is the fourth in a series, though can be read alone, no prior knowledge is needed of earlier books to understand this one. Though I do feel reading the other three first would help a reader in understanding where all of this is coming from ~ or at least the first one, Breakthrough.
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by the time act 2 is reached, melf will have no choice but to reveal that she's a sharran because shadowheart was talking about how lady shar protects her so imagine people looking at an equally unaffected melf. so at that point she'll also reveal the fact that melf is an alias, her real name is malice or mal. she is not happy about that tbh.
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Deuteronomy 15: Moses Tell The Israelites That After Every Seven Years God Needs Them To Cancel All Debts
1 At the end of every seven years you must cancel debts.
2 This is how it is to be done: Every creditor shall cancel any loan they have made to a fellow Israelite. They shall not require payment from anyone among their own people, because the Lord’s time for canceling debts has been proclaimed.
3 You may require payment from a foreigner, but you must cancel any debt your fellow Israelite owes you.
4 However, there need be no poor people among you, for in the land the Lord your God is giving you to possess as your inheritance, he will richly bless you,
5 if only you fully obey the Lord your God and are careful to follow all these commands I am giving you today.
6 For the Lord your God will bless you as he has promised, and you will lend to many nations but will borrow from none. You will rule over many nations but none will rule over you.
7 If anyone is poor among your fellow Israelites in any of the towns of the land the Lord your God is giving you, do not be hardhearted or tightfisted toward them.
8 Rather, be openhanded and freely lend them whatever they need.
9 Be careful not to harbor this wicked thought: “The seventh year, the year for canceling debts, is near,” so that you do not show ill will toward the needy among your fellow Israelites and give them nothing. They may then appeal to the Lord against you, and you will be found guilty of sin.
10 Give generously to them and do so without a grudging heart; then because of this the Lord your God will bless you in all your work and in everything you put your hand to.
11 There will always be poor people in the land. Therefore I command you to be openhanded toward your fellow Israelites who are poor and needy in your land.
Freeing Servants
12 If any of your people—Hebrew men or women—sell themselves to you and serve you six years, in the seventh year you must let them go free.
13 And when you release them, do not send them away empty-handed.
14 Supply them liberally from your flock, your threshing floor and your winepress. Give to them as the Lord your God has blessed you.
15 Remember that you were slaves in Egypt and the Lord your God redeemed you. That is why I give you this command today.
16 But if your servant says to you, “I do not want to leave you,” because he loves you and your family and is well off with you,
17 then take an awl and push it through his earlobe into the door, and he will become your servant for life. Do the same for your female servant.
18 Do not consider it a hardship to set your servant free, because their service to you these six years has been worth twice as much as that of a hired hand. And the Lord your God will bless you in everything you do.
The Firstborn Animals
19 Set apart for the Lord your God every firstborn male of your herds and flocks. Do not put the firstborn of your cows to work, and do not shear the firstborn of your sheep.
20 Each year you and your family are to eat them in the presence of the Lord your God at the place he will choose.
21 If an animal has a defect, is lame or blind, or has any serious flaw, you must not sacrifice it to the Lord your God.
22 You are to eat it in your own towns. Both the ceremonially unclean and the clean may eat it, as if it were gazelle or deer.
23 But you must not eat the blood; pour it out on the ground like water.
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A Sprinkle of Kindness Warms the Heart and Gives Energy
The power of kindness should never be underestimated. Even the smallest acts of kindness hold the potential to make a profound impact on someone's day.
Daily writing promptWhat things give you energy?View all responses
“Eat this for more energy to go on your day!”
“Drink this to feel empowered!”
There are so many things adverting their products as a source of energy. Not only because of the ingredients in their products, but also because of the deliciousness of the product that puts us in that feel amazing mood that wakes up our inner soul…
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This shitty feeling,
This shitty moment,
This shitty life,
It isn't forever.
But it sure is taking its sweet time..
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A Lilith character study about Lucilith
Lilith thinks about how her husband would die for her, she'd kill for him and how their experiences during creation really did fucked them up but its probably fine.
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Lilith didn't trust easily.
She doubted she could trust at all anymore.
She was an admitted selfish woman, unapologetically ambitious, truly sinful.
She belonged in hell and she couldn't be prouder of that, of a kingdom that called her wholly it's own and loved her as fiercely as she loved it; of standing for herself among those who only knew how to kneel and demanded the same from her.
The only reason she'd say Lucifer didn't belong in Heaven was that he was simply far too good that wretched place. Even if his revulsion for her home and pride weighed heavy on her heart.
Good things didn't 'happen to' Lilith, every good thing in her life had been viciously fought for and defended: except for Lucifer.
Lucifer was the best thing to ever happen to her, the only good thing that ever just happened to her. Stepping into her life and simply giving her all the admiration, freedom and power she had could have ever desired, ever been denied, as if she deserved it, as if she didn't have to fight for it.
Lilith didn't trust easily, and small dark part of her doubted that there even was such a thing.
But she remembers what it was to be held against Lucifer while his body split the sky, all six wings shielding her without a thought to even trying to slow his own decent; and that pure relief when he saw her almost unscathed, even as his broken form was painting the ground gold in a quickly deepening puddle.
It remained her that she did know what trust was. She had a truth lain before her that not even her deepest skepticism could deny: that new scorned woman in Paradise, that had to learn all gifts came with strings, the benefit of the doubt only led to loss and that no one acted without agenda.
Lucifer was exactly who she had always seen. After everything was stripped away, there was nothing else hidden under mask or act.
He looked at Lilith like she centred the entire world, like she deserved everything and more, all of creation and anything belong it.
Because he truly believed she did.
How many nights awake had Lilith spent battling with that realization, that he was real, that anyone could be that openhanded, that endlessly eager and willing to put someone else before themselves, with no fear or hostility or even hesitation.
That he loved her.
Chose her.
Chose her before God.
(She shelved those thoughts for another time, she was spiralling enough without a contemplation of just how high his place in the universe - that he saw her as leagues above - actually was.)
She didn't bother with questions of deserving like Lucifer sometimes did. She didn't care if either of them deserved each other.
Lilith didn't 'deserve' anything, she wanted things, and then she took them.
Just like every other rare commodity Lilith got her hands on, she coveted him selfishly.
She couldn't let it ruin him. She may love hell, but Lucifer was something special, unreproducible and irreplaceable. He would not be torn down into just another sinner out for himself and his power.
Especially with the toll this separation from his family was already on him.
If she was any less sure it wouldn't help him, she'd storm the gates of Heaven itself and tear those pitiful excuses for siblings, kin and a Father apart limb by limb.
Did they not understand what they were so callously tarnishing?! This pure true divinity so infinitely rare even upon their holy kind! Tossed aside, forgotten and left to rot.
No.
Lilith wouldn't allow that.
She had always lived, worked and thrived in the scraps discarded from Heaven's over abundance. She knew the endless potential in things they habitually overlooked.
She would love and adore him like they failed to. Utilize every piece of him he offered, make fools out of everyone who'd ever given him up.
And they would learn to fear her at his stead.
Heaven has freely given her the rope they will hang by.
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The 1st trimester
The test
In which rolan begins care of his pregnant wife
I wrote this on my phone at work there will be typos so shhhhh lol
I'll try to clean it up later
The news was hardly unexpected but thrilling all the same.
Their love life was one of near constant need to be held which on most occasions became the desperate to explore each other. However, as of late, Rolan found himself waking up to sensation of the beds weight shifting in a hurry.
She always struggled to be quiet as she could despite being ill in the mornings. He would make her tea that 1st time, demanding she stay in bed to sleep whatever bug she had off.
And sleep she did, damn near half the morning was spent with blankets pulled all the way up to her ears.
By late morning she had washed up and come downstairs, saying she felt fine. The rest of the day was much the same, but when Rolan held her close he felt something a bit off. She smelled a little different, so he placed a hand on her head and looked at her with concern.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
She just nodded at him, his warm body making her feel a bit sleepy.
The following day was much the same, though this time Rolan insisted on her staying in bed. He found himself quite worried as she curled up against him in the night, shivering from cold.
Again the 3rd day she was ill and fine again, that was really quite enough. This time she stayed in the wide bed with its many thick comforters without a fight.
Rolan grumbled to himself as he went downstairs, spotting cal finishing breakfast.
"Is she feeling better today?"
He shook his head in response.
"Can you go fetch a cleric? I think I know what's going on, but I need to be sure."
Cal nodded before stuffing the last corner of toast into his mouth and dusting the crumbs off his hands. Lia set a plate of eggs toast and hash brown down for Rolan and herself.
"You think she's got a bug or something?"
"Or something"
Lia raised an eyebrow at him, handing him a teacup and setting the kettle down between them.
Near an hour went by before cal came back with an old woman from openhand temple. She shuffled in, while Cal ran off to fetch Rolan she stood in the middle of the room looking around. When finally Rolan arrived for her, she was staring with much interest in the shops small herb gardens.
"Thank you so much for coming ,my wife is up stairs- are you alright with stairs or would you like a portal?"
She looked up at him from under drooping eye lids, giving a relieved sigh as she shook his offered hand.
"A portal would be a appreciated, can't do much with these old knees but tell the weather."
He chuckled as he lead her to the back of the place, winding a hand and opening a glittering white hoop of light. Rolan was careful to keep the opening low for the old woman who balanced herself on his forearm as she stepped over. The room was dimly lit, sun spilling over from behind long dark red curtains. The old woman went over to the mass of breathing blankets on the bed and snickered. Again Rolan hurried off and came back with a chair for the cleric to set herself on.
She did so grateful for his care, then set about pulling the blanket back and looking over the sleeping woman. One eye opened blearily to look at her then over to Rolan who stood looking pensive behind her.
"Did you fetch a cleric because I'm tired?"
"You've been ill for three days."
"I'm fine."
The cleric placed her cool soft hand paper thin skin on deyllas forehead, touching around her ear.
"Can you sit up for me dearie?"
They both watched as the old cleric took a leather pouch from off her wait and set it in the table. Her hands moved slow with arthritis laden knuckles bulging. The cleric smiled as Rolan hurried over to help Dwylla out from under the covers.
"You keep up like that and you'll have yourself one spoiled woman you know."
Rolan blinked in confusion, though when he looked over a mischievous smile played over the old woman timeworn features. She was teasing him.
"I do believe that's my job isn't it?"
She just chuckled at him before going about a normal check up asking question after question.
"You're a lovely couple so ill assume you've been sexually active then?"
Rolan nodded, dwylla yawning new feeling quite sleepy again.
"I think I know what we've got but we'll be sure of it."
They watched her prepare three tiny vials and then open three separate little swabs.
"Open up"
Dwylla found herself glaring at Rolan while the inside of her cheek was smudged over with a dry uncomfortable nub of cotton, then twice more. Together they watched her pop them into the little vials, give each one a little shake and set them back down. Rolan tightened his jaw as he watched the light blue liquid in each vial begin to twinkle.
Dwylla raised an eyebrow as it became a more bold blinking before suddenly each tiny vial glowed a bright glittering gold.
"Well that's it then, congratulations!"
Rolan stood up, not having noticed that he'd been leaning down. He clapped a hand over his mouth and turned away. The cleric blinked a bit surprised, until her turned about with a smile so wide it left his eyes as little glassy presents.
" You're sure??!"
"We did three tests to be sure dearie, you're gonna be a father."
He crawled over the bed and grabbed his sleepy wife's by her shoulders and peppered her face with a series of quick short kisses.
"Can I go back to sleep now?"
"Anything you want!"
He let her curl back up and pressed the heavy blankets back up around her. Again, the cleric watched with approval as she picked up her small mess.
Rolan helped her back out the portal thanking her profusely as he walked her out.
"It's good to finally see someone happy about the news, you shoul help me back to the temple. I think I've a few things you're going to want."
Rolan waved to Cal and Lia before following the cleric out, her light hand holding firmly to his forearm as they went.
"It's good news but I'm afraid not a single one of us has ever assisted in the care of bringing a new tiefling into the world. So we won't be of much use as midwives but I'll give you what I've got so you can learn a bit for yourself. You seem like you rather take care of herself anyway."
"That's a shame, having help would be nice but I'm happy to accept whatever you think is proper."
The old woman smiled up at him as they went up the low stairs that lead in. He made sure stay still as she used his arm to leverage herself up each step, pausing to huff and puff and doorway. Finally she lead him to a small office and plopped down in a squat wide chair. She pointed to a shelf nearby
"On that shelf, 3rd one down. You're gonna want the first three books there, take em. I hope it helps."
With that she shooed him out and promptly fell asleep in her chair by the window. On his way out Rolan left a fistful of coin in the charity box, a little disappointed at the hollow noise it made as it clattered down.
As he walked back to the tower, he flipped through the 1st book. All kimd of anatomy and physiology of various races, though he noted how thin the portion in tieflings was. The next book charted the standard pregnancy of most races, including tips and recipes on handling various problems, again with a very thin portion on the care of tiefling mothers. The final book was aftercare for most races,
Again, the portion for tieflings was very thin, though he mused it's all that was available.
He would have to fix that.
He paused in the middle of the market when he spotted a familiar face bustling about inside a bakery.
They could probably help, he hurried over and shuffled in. The line had just begun forming and as he stepped in line, he found that the line behind him went out the door.
At the register he found Bex looking at him shocked, she went around the side of counter give him a hug whether or not he liked it. He grinned at her round belly.
" oh my goodness, I thought you'd never visit!"
He looked at her face now a bit rounder than before, then down to her belly.
" oh is this three now?"
" yep! The other two are starting studying with Alfira this morning."
With her hands on her hips she looked down at rolans books and raised an eyebrow at him, a sly smile plastering itself on her face
" I was wondering if you could come by tonight, you might be the local expert on the topic."
He raised one of the books to show off how thin its tiefling content was. She waved off the book before going back behind the counter and plopping. Pile of past tied and cookies into a box. She plopped it on top of his books and said firmly.
"That's free for the woman who can put up with your nonsense, the family and I will be by today after closing, dinner it is?"
Rolan couldnt hide the relief as his shoulders drooped.
" Yes, dinner it is!"
With that he hurried back to the tower, grinning unlike himself the entire way.
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Energy update
what is going on in the energy field ~ a perspective
Good morning, gentle reader. I am back from the Openhand Avebury Facilitator Conference, and after five days of processing feeling ready to - at least attempt to - put what has been moving and shifting energetically into words.
Starting with a short overview of the Avebury Facilitator Conference itself. So, from July 10 to July 16, a group of Openhanders gathered in the Avebury region, and then connected through zoom with people in Europe, America, India, and Australia. Under the theme of “the unravelling flow”, we practiced one-to-one facilitation - and then took out into the field, to apply those skills there as well.
And so a lot was moved and shifted during that week. A lot. Mainly along the lines of reconciliation and healing of ancient wounds. Through the group, we were able to connect with a number of beings in higher dimensions, of the Old Annunaki, and facilitated their shift towards reconciliation and healing.
That alone was a massive bit of energy work, that to my sense is still rippling through the field.
There were other beings that the group connected with as well, monstly of what we would call “the intervention”. The important thing to remember when working with intervention energies is not to demonise them; make them the Bad Guys. They have a role to play, too, they have their own journey. We were able to facilitate some realignment there, too - or in one case, a removal.
So that’s the conference in very broad strokes.
The effects?
First, the healing of ancient wounds shifted things on the plane of emotions. If those have been challenging for you over the last two weeks, if relationships are challenging or old stuff has popped back up again - that might be the reasion.
Clearing the plane of emotions of some distortions and convolutions enables Gaia’s kundalini energy to rise into and through that layer, as well.
Yes, the torus is speeding up even further. The energy is rising even stronger. This is your chance, your invitation to work with it.
Second, facilitating a shift in the 4D intervention opened that layer up - not a lot, there is still more to be done, but it is softening. And that means that higher dimensional energies can come through a little more easily.
If you are open to them, and receptive.
Those energies of Andromeda, of Lyra, of the Arctureans and the Pleiadeans coming in is hugely beneficial to the shift and the ascension process. They can help smooth things for those that are incarnated on this planet. They can help make things a little less challenging and ease some of the suffering.
So them being able to come in a little more easily is fantastic.
Now it’s up to all the lightworkers on this planet to anchor these energies. And we do that by tuning in, connecting with these star being nations - and then embodying the energies in ourselves.
And that brings us into this week, and what my sense is of what is going on in the field right now.
To me, the changes of last week are still rippling out, and the echos have begun to come back as well. A lot has been stirred up, like sediment at the bottom of a river, and a lot is moving which, yes, makes things ... interesting right now.
Change takes time. Healing takes time. But! There is an amazing opening and softening through the heart. There is a new gentleness and strenght in the sacrum, the plane of emotions. There is a lot of activity on the plane of the third eye.
So, what does that mean on a personal level?
For one thing, it is highly likely and absolutely okay if things are feeling dense or intense. If there is a sense of confusion, maybe loss or of being lost. If relationships are suddenly pushing buttons and if there is a whole lot of turmoil on the emotional plane.
Let yourself feel. Express what you are feeling in the way that feels aligned to you. Honour yourself and your emotions. Honour yourself and the challenges you are facing.
Work with what is coming up. Find somebody who you can work with, a shaman, a life coach, an Openhand facilitator, and begin your own journey of reconciliation and healing.
On the other hand, you might be really tuning into the higher dimensional frequencies - the joy, lightness, and wisdom of the Pleiadeans, the clarity, focus, and inquiring mind of the Andromedans, the more-than-speed-of-light fastness, humour, and savvyness of the Arcturians (oh, they are laughing at me now!), or the high frequency of alchemy and transformation of the Lyrans. If you are? Feel it! Embody it! You are the bridge they need to reach our reality and help transform it.
That is why they are here. That is their sacred mission, their soul journey of evolution. Their fulfillment.
And they are all of them so very grateful for each one of us who are incarnate who reach out and connect.
That is the message that wanted to be conveyed.
And that is, just about, my sense of what is currently going on in the energy field.
I am very well aware this is only a snapshot, a fraction of it all. That is okay. This is what I need to be aware of.
And you, who reads this, as well.
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"In appearance and deportment, the President recalled to Washington an earlier federal period. His clean-shaven face, in a day of prevalent whiskers and mustaches, was an anachronism that matched the demeanor of an old-fashioned statesman. McKinley was gracious but not informal, colloquial without familiarity; and, so far as was compatible with the dignity of his office, he dispensed with ostentation and parade. Avoiding the lax and desultory protection offered by the Secret Service Bureau, he walked freely through the streets without a guard. Washington, recently unaccustomed to the sight of a President on foot, applauded the advent of plain citizen to the White House.
McKinley's personal habits were lightly touched by the transition to the Presidency. He did not smoke in public, or permit himself to be photographed with a cigar. He altered his signature, which had been 'Wm. McKinley' since his father's death, and wrote his Christian name in full. Though McKinley never changed his conventional style of dress, he had a larger and more expensive wardrobe than before. He ordered a number of snowy piqué waistcoats, often sported a vivid pink carnation in his buttonhole, and took to wearing his reading glasses suspended on a neat black cord around his neck. He shone with Sinclair's expert valeting and the ministrations of the barber who periodically visited the mansion to cut and treat his hair, and sometimes to shave him. The gloss of grooming befitted McKinley's position, and also reflected the new ease of his circumstances. His financial worries were over. A salary of $50,000 a year was opulence which gave scope to his naturally openhanded disposition. The President was generous to his family dependents, and to charitable and patriotic causes. He lavished finery and jewels on his wife, celebrating her first birthday in the White House with the gift of a diamond brooch; and indulged in the purchase of a fine team or bays and a handsome carriage for their drives. The 'cuisine á la Canton' was by no means frugal, and many guests were gathered around the bountifully laden table. Benjamin Harrison lamented that the expense of White House entertainment did not permit the President to save money; but, without stinting the official hospitality or his own liberal inclinations, McKinley was able every year to lay aside a comfortable sum, which was invested for him by Myron Herrick or [Vice President] Garret Hobart.
An exceptional confinement was required of the President, and McKinley started out with a resolution to keep himself fit by taking outdoor exercise. For a while, he had a saddle horse in the stable; but after a few attempts to renew his pleasure in riding, he gave it up for good. A schedule of constitutionals, though more persistently followed, was gradually curtailed in length and frequency. McKinley was finally reduced to snatching odd moments for a stroll in the [White House] grounds. On fine afternoons, he usually took a drive with his wife. He went to church on Sundays. McKinley had come to Washington with a Bible text shining in his mind: '...what does the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?' He kept his faith alight by public worship. He attended the Metropolitan Methodist Church, joining unostentatiously in the service like any other devout parishioner."
-- Margaret Leech, painting a remarkably detailed portrait of President William McKinley's personality and life in the White House, in her Pulitzer Prize-winning 1959 biography, In the Days of McKinley
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What personality trait of their love interest do the Targboys + Helaena love the most?
If I had to pick just one:
Aegon: When Jace is with her inner circle, she is very openhanded with affection. Aegon is at the center of that circle, and he happily laps up the lion’s share of her affection.
Aemond: Luce’s spiritedness and humor make him think of earlier times when they were younger and carefree. She helps him temporarily forget all of their adult problems.
Daeron: Joff has a pragmatic attitude, very different from his own optimism/idealism. It helps him look at things from different perspectives, and they both learn a lot from each other.
Helaena: Rhaena is consistently calm, practical, and kind. It means Helaena always knows what she can expect from Rhaena, and that gives Helaena a sense of security and comfort.
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"It is Israel...that consistently offered compromise, dialogue, and a two-state solution. And it is Palestinian demagogues...who have rejected these openhanded offers - in favor of endless strife and the desire that the Jewish community be completely destroyed."
- Palestinian commentator Bassem Eid
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FIRST ROUND OF ACCEPTANCE! i just wanted to give a huge thank you to everyone that applied and showed interest in the group. i know that exciting things are coming and i already have a couple of fun things planned! please see below for all of the acceptances and look over here for next steps. as this is the first acceptance, i'll extend the 24 hour period to 48 since we're technically not open yet to give people some time! we're still not opened for in character interactions until we get a full group, but upon blog submission i'll share the discord server with all of you so you can start plotting.
lucas lynggaard tønnesen, homosexual, cis man + he / him → isn’t that casper tømmeraas? i’ve also heard they go by the artistic. i hear they’re 21 and want to be a future artist / art historian. they seem to be creative & blithe, but also stubborn & spontaneous. they remind me of clicks of skateboard tires against the cement, charcoal fingertips and trailing down over the side of his palm, & backpack full of notebooks full of sketches - you may be in it. | ghost
drew starkey, bisexual, cis man + he/him → isn’t that francis wymack? i’ve also heard they go by the heir. i hear they’re twenty-five and want to be a ceo of a multinational conglomerate. they seem to be openhanded & protective, but also capricious & self-destructive. they remind me of a mercurial temperament that swings between clarity and disorder, a penchant for the obscene and complicated until the next episode of apathy, & the scent of clive christian no. 1 and cheap convenience store beer at ten in the morning. | smithy
harris dickinson, bisexual, male + he/him → isn’t that noel summers? i’ve also heard they go by the scholarship. i hear they’re 19 and want to be an indie film director. they seem to be passionate & perceptive, but also aloof & impatient. they remind me of the magician tarot, drive in movies, & black coffee. | red
jan luis castellanos, bisexual, cis-male + he/him → isn’t that manuel jaime diaz? i’ve also heard they go by the it boy. i hear they’re twenty-one and want to be a broadway actor. they seem to be hardworking & charismatic, but also perfectionist & pushy. they remind me of spotlight shining in the middle of the stage, the shine of a leather jacket, and a morning run around the park. | taco
nico greetham, homosexual, male, he/him → isn’t that parker butler? i’ve also heard they go by the red herring. i hear they’re 21 and want to be a surgeon. they seem to be confident & charming, but also risky & impulsive. they remind me of spotlight, bottle of tequila, & red thorn rose. | tommy
brandon perea, homosexual, nonbinary ( they/them ) → isn’t that yasmyne 'yaz' solis? i’ve also heard they go by the skeptic. i hear they’re 21 and want to be a chemical engineer. they seem to be perceptive & introspective, but also sarcastic & cynical. they remind me of purple latex, glasses, a flask of vodka & eye rolls. | rhi
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oc : malice blythrone melf
name: malice blythrone melf
class: monk, way of open hand (currently)
deity: shar loviatar
orientation: bisexual
age: 39
alignment: neutral evil
home: westgate, dragoncoast, faerun.
hailing from the city of westgate, a city along the dragoncoast malice blythrone was raised by her two sharran parents. her mother, was apart of the monk of the dark moon and her father is a locksmith by day. with her mother apart of an esteemed monastic order,, she was not home often. however, malice still deeply respects her mother and have aspirations to become someone like her mother.
prior to the nautiloid incident, she was a level 16 monk, trained in the way of shadows. however, being a sharran to the core, she's learned discretion and how to preserve shar's secrets. thus, when it came time to choose a method of training again she became an openhand monk.
the mother superior of her enclave gave her the blessing to go on a pilgrimage in order to became a dark justiciar as the tradition has been revived. however, it was during this pilgrimage that she would receive a message from her mother that there's been a rogue sharran faction in baldur's gate that was using shar's name. the cloister of sombre embrace was seen as a blight and thus, malice was redirected onto a new path : to find the sharrans on the heretical mission and eliminate them.
however, little did she know that she would be kidnapped by illithids, her powers suppressed drastically. worst of all, she would end up amongst the same group as the very sharran who was sent under a renegade mission. if she was at her natural state of capabilities, that party would be nothing to her and her bare fists and yet, because of her weakened state, she has no choice but to lay low and find other means of sabotage. thus, she adopts the name "melf" as a cover.
to others, she appears to be a monk of loviatar . her alignment can be described as 'neutral evil' and she is 39 years old. a relatively young elf. you will not find out her true allegiance until the shadowcursed lands, when she too, is unaffected by the curse.
#ch. melf#me apologizing to shadowheart but also not really#melf disapproves when you try to save isobel btw HHHH
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