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Undavi & Isle / Re: Well, hello there
« Last post by Lorivar on July 24, 2021, 05:48:18 PM »

"Have I?" He laughed. They both knew that was a lie. Lorivar annoyed most of the males, as much as he controlled them. Probably because he could, tempering them with his own manners as needed, or with his Red if that didn't suit. Except for that damn Red menace Ili had adopted. But it was nice of her to say.

Tuvian was mannerly like that.

"The sea blows them in a lot." He watched water drip from her wings to his floor as she settled herself into the chair he offered. Arranging it to her liking with her Jewels. "Which side of the channel was it on?" His, or Ilithian's? Lori would send aide if needed either way. But it gave him more leverage against the queen when things went sour on her side of the water.

"I'll eat with you." His Opal slithered down to the kitchens, spear to distaff to request a tray sent up to his office. Food and hot drinks. "We're not a proper court here," he waved away her concern, or was it prying interest, in formal dinners. Lorivar left that sort of nonsense to other rulers.

Queenly ones.

Definitely prying. Lori's smile turned wolfish. And his headache intensified. Women!

"About as well as they can be when you live on an island full of tiny queen children." As if the word summoned such devilry, a squeal echoed down the hallway. Lori's eyes turned toward it, probe racing to places his gaze couldn't follow. "Not a queen that one." One of his brood. Lori hoped the mother took him away soon.

Strigavi / Re: Fire and Ice
« Last post by Talimar on July 24, 2021, 05:31:25 PM »

Sometimes a man just had to have a look at the competition. And... it was fierce. Tali might have been ashamed if he'd been anyone else. He knew Rian would have been dismayed to compare them. But this was a fortress, built for pleasure rather than defense.

What they had built was a haven. A quiet place for travelers and rebels as they passed through to better things.

Still, he went inside. He'd never tell Rian he'd done so. But such a pretty building had to have even prettier occupants, Tali felt very sure. It was... something exotic Tali couldn't name. The back of his neck was red with heat, not just from the sun, but from a feeling. He'd never been outside of Askavi, unless you counted a bit of border hopping during the war, which was something far different than sight seeing.

So Tali didn't.

But this was almost like that. Like a whole different place than Askavi. Places Tali couldn't name or imagine. Hell, half the time he forgot what lay where around his own territory. Just that it had too many borders to defend and he wasn't really capable of defending them anymore. Instead he ran a tavern on a stretch of dirt with a bitchy sister seeing to the inn half.

"Well fuck." He muttered softly before laughing, a calloused hand rubbing the back of his neck. Trying to chase the blush away.

He found a good place to sit and ordered a drink. A table to lean over while he watched the people around him. Smiles for the women, and something a little more subtle for the men. Men were usually less obvious. All that training and violence made them shy about certain things. Tali didn't mind shy.

The gem of the bunch entered after he did. Tali almost suspected her of doing it on purpose. He'd never seen a woman in so much gold. Even her wings were adorned with it. Scrubbing his cheek, Tali drank, eyes bright with interest.

And then recognition. He'd seen this one at the Queen's court. Glimpsed when he slunk into Ilithian's presence, to press his forehead to her knee and drink from the cool pool of her Sapphire. "Lady Fulminare!" He half rose, tipping his drink to her, voice loud enough to carry without shouting for attention. What was the court priestess doing way out here? "Lost?" he asked, grinning like a damn idiot.

Undavi & Isle / Re: Well, hello there
« Last post by Tuvian Fulminare on July 20, 2021, 04:27:05 PM »

TERRITORY: Askavi, Undavi and Isle
CITY/location: Province Court, Lorivar’s Office.
SPOTIFY LINK: Shephard of Fire by Avenged Seven Fold. (Tuvian’s Theme song.)
Attire: Long, flowing scarf dress, with gold trip and hem and neck line. The  elegant, drooping points of the skirt easily bind up for flight, yet are pure silk and fall, unwrinkled, the moment they are released. A drape of green gauze flows over her arms. Golden sandals that lace all the way up, and heavy gold jewelry complete the ensemble.
PURPOSE: Discuss what First Escort can be.
TIME: Summer, AW 104
TAGS: [ @Lorivar ]

Lets take a moment and break the ice
So my intentions are known
See I have pity in watching you suffer
I know the feeling of feeling of being damned alone
I got a storybook of my own

Tuvian was briefly framed in his door way, black wings gilded to nearly bronze by the westering sun. Those wings trembled slightly and gleamed with moisture, suggesting a rough flight indeed. She fanned them out gently, to let them dry properly, only closing them briefly to sweep into the room before spreading their black-and-gold glory out once again. The soft gown draped pleasantly, despite the wet, but her sandals were another matter.

Leather hated water.

The warm greeting and lazy smile were two of Lorivar’s best weapons, and he used them to devastatingly good effect when it came to running his own Province. It was less effective on Tuvian, than most. But that didn’t mean ineffective, and she felt a half smile curve her lips in return. A delicate weave of Purple Dusk nudged the chair into position and Tuvian settled into it gratefully. Despite her exhaustion, she carefully maintained the illusions over her scars, as she always did in the First Escort’s presence.

“Lorivar, you have been missed.”

“It is good to see you as well. We found a storm, on our way here. A village was in it’s path. We stopped to assist, and I left my Escort there when everyone was stable.” A second curl of Purple Dusk, no more than wisp, began the world of loosening her sandals.

“Food would be very welcome, if you are joining me in a meal; otherwise I shall wait until your Court takes their dinner.” Tuvian settled back in her chair, allowing her gaze to asses the young Warlord. She did not appear to so much as notice the discrete pile of papers at the edge of his desk.

Turned upside down.

“How do you fare, Lorivar? Is all well here?” Would he answer, or evade?
Strigavi / Fire and Ice
« Last post by Tuvian Fulminare on July 18, 2021, 01:41:11 PM »

TERRITORY: Askavi, Strigavi
CITY/location: Just outside of Ligure, on the edge of the Painted River,  The Sea and Sky Tavern.
SPOTIFY LINK: Fire and Ice by Pat Benetar
Attire: Elegant golden gown, leopard hide belt, elegant sandals that strap all the way up.
PURPOSE: Meet Talimar, give him the news!
TIME: Summer, AW 104
TAGS: [ @Talimar ]

Fire and ice
You come on like a flame
Then you turn a cold shoulder

The only good thing about the Winds being destabilized, was that Tuvian was free to fly. High, far, fast. A gold-black glint in the sky, her distant shadow blessing or curse to those below, depending upon the weather. Banking swiftly, she folded her wings and dropped below her dual Escorts. Their hunting cries were snatched from her by the wind of her passage, but a brush of power from each of them assured her she was still well within their net. Good, good.

Her oldest son, Gladiar, dove directly after her. Foolish; she had too much of a head start. But the young Warlord Prince’s instinct to give chase ruled him still. Just before he closed with her, she spun in place. Her Purple Dusk wrapped around him in a physical shield, then pulled tight, fouling his wings. As he fell past her, she reached out to touch his nose, counting coup. He snarled and laughed at once, more horrified by her re-enacting a childhood ritual than by the plummet towards the earth.

The air shifted behind her, as her second son swooped on a nearly-perfect trajectory to foul her wings with his wind-shear… but he was young, eager, and far too interested in jeering at his brother. The young Prince did not often beat his twin in combat drills.

Silly boy. He should not have let himself become distracted, and not gotten quite so close to her. Tuvian swept her legs close to her body, and then kicked him hard, right in his puffed up chest. Had they been upon the ground, it would not have moved him. Even in the air, his more massive, heavily muscled form barely moved.

But she shot away from him as if launched. And that’s when he felt her Purple Dusk Psychic Probe, from the softer, unnoticed touch to his bare arm. A simple one, carrying enough of her Healing Gift to mess with his inner ears.

He fell into a flat spin, which ought to have taken him out. But a young Prince is not easily defeated, even (or especially) when things are bleakest. No, the clever young scamp added power to his spin, despite the blinding pain of the inner ear imbalance she’d triggered. His Birthright Summer-sky was more than strong enough to capture all three of them in the miniature whirlwind.

Tuvian’s laughter rippled through the sky, and she deftly wove a Blood Opal Cushioning Spell to catch all of them, setting them down gently.

Gladiar bounced to his feet, helping up his mother but leaving Ferriar to fend for himself. He was more serious now, painfully aware of his duty as Escort. His gaze swept around, nose sniffing the air as he sought information from the discreet Hunter’s Mark Tuvian had asked him to place upon Prince Talimar. “He’s here, Mother.”

“Please keep track of him, in case he bolts.”

The Sea and Sky Tavern was an elegant, tall tower crafted in the era before Witch. Before the Black Age. The first six floors were a lovely blue-green stone, the concentric circles of each floor growing smaller as it grew in height. This left a plethora of outdoor dinning and tall blooming from the terraces so created. The back of the tower intersected a waterfall, creating an entrancing sound reminiscent of the ocean. Curling flows of water both maintained the foliage, and curled into beautifully sculpted water art all along the Tavern. Occasionally, spills of water were allowed to fall from one floor to the next, providing both privacy screens and a cool place to rest, even in the height of summer. Then next two floors shot free of the water fall, and were crafted of vast white ash trees, each several feet across, the inner limbs woven together through skill and Craft to form the next floor, the outer limbs curved high and wide to create private booths, landing pads, and even one large banquet hall. A final, slender spire was crafted of a brilliant, white shaped granite in so fine a lattice work one might be forgiven for thinking the entire structure created by the Dea al Mon.

But oh, if you knew the heart of an Eyrien, you understood the appeal of a tavern that soared defiantly into the heavens. Without even speaking, the three Eyriens took to the sky and shot towards the first of the white ash levels. Upon landing, she released her twin sons to enjoy the Tavern. At 104, they were old enough to feel a pang of conscious about allowing a dual Caste Priestess Healer and the Territory Court High Priestess to be on her own, but young enough that the lure of ditching their mother won out over duty.

 Which was precisely why she’d chosen them as Escort today. The coming interview would go much, much better if Prince Talimar did not have any male allies readily to hand. While her children fled, Tuvian extended her senses, and sought for the unique Psychic presence that she sought.

A swift brush of craft neatened her loose bun, and removed all debris from the soft, golden gown she wore. Sandaled feet with delicate straps elegantly wrapped up her legs. A leopard sash bound her waist, highlighting the gold dust in her wings and the black accents of her eyes. Tuvian did not bother to conceal the ragged scar with its star-like marks upon her upper left arm. Nor did she employ craft to conceal the whip marks along her wings, back and neck. The man she sought out had been wounded far, far more grievously.

Undavi & Isle / Well, hello there
« Last post by Lorivar on July 18, 2021, 07:23:39 AM »

Lori ruffled the papers on the desk, the feel of the edges against his thumb callous not at all soothing. His other hand held up his head, cheek wrinkling his eye, frustration evident in the weight of elbow on the desktop.

This was not the way he'd meant to rule the Isle. A place he had held against all comers. Even upstart queens. But his duties to Ilithian had called him away from island more often. Truth be told, it was his spear that dragged him back to the territory seat with more frequency these days.

"Fuck me." He muttered, pushing the papers away as his wings drooped dramatically behind him. Scrubbing his face vigorously, Lori tried to wipe all his worries away, but there were just so many of them. And even with them bearing down on his backside, he still kept trying to think of new and inventive ways of talking Ili into taking a bit of spearing.

And new ways to dodge that rotten Red menace in her court.

A young warlord stuck his head around the door jam and cleared his throat. Looking up, Lori scowled at him, eyebrows raising in invitation. Speak quick or die, they seemed to say. As if the thoughts of court menaces had summoned one, the lad announced the Lady Fulminare had come to call.

Lori grimaced.

"Send her in." What the hell was the High Priestess doing out on the Isle? Lori figured he would find out soon enough. Scraping the papers into a pile, Lori tapped them into a neat stack and set them aside face down. The Isle's concerns were none of Tuvian's and Lori didn't doubt she would try and stick her nosy priestess nose in them given the chance.

She was friends with Ilithian after all, and she was the nosiest damn person he knew.

"Ah, Tuvian, so nice to see you." Lori smiled a lazy smile, rising to his feet at her entrance. He propped his hands on the desk and leaned over it, wings sleeking down his back and out of the way. "Come in, sit!" He gestured to a chair. She'd have to pull it up herself, otherwise Lori was likely to blast it straight to Hell with craft by pure accident. "Need any refreshment after the flight?" It was a cursed long with without the Winds.

First Link / A Dream of Spring - AU ASOIAF Medieval Fantasy
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First Link / wightwold • original dark fantasy + monster hunters
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First Link / Grand Finale
« Last post by Rahzilla on July 12, 2021, 11:09:49 AM »

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First Link / ZapdosZulu!
« Last post by Korkcon on July 10, 2021, 07:16:36 PM »
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Skygge / Re: Spring Leaves, City Lights
« Last post by Koa Red-eye on July 10, 2021, 07:27:46 AM »

Koa's lips pursed, eyes roaming the green and the people spreading across it. Some picnicked, others lounged. A few clustered together in intense discourse. More still milled, traveling down the paths that cut along the river and across the grass. He knew there was a little footpath that meandered into a copse of trees, artfully placed.

He saw no one waiting. "It was not my intention." He apologized, unsure if she was awaiting someone he was keeping away with his very presence. Koa checked himself, like a man searching his pockets, curious if he did something without realizing. But he felt like himself, inside and out. A little unsettled by playing attendance on a queen, but otherwise him, with pockets full of maps.

Koa was torn between watching her sort her fabrics, choosing a color only to count the threads and stitches with her fingers, and imagining her running through forests in her fluffy gown. The two acts seemed so completely opposite, and her appearance at odds with being free in nature. "I would think trees are a natural thing, for queens." They were the caretakers of the land, the heart of Blood. Every male bent to service to protect more than just a witch, but a realm.

It seemed more natural to him, than all of this.

"Wisdom is a true gift." Koa's head bobbed. She should take one of these brothers with her when she went running about like a wild thing. Truly he could not picture her running at all. Caught off guard by her question, he turned inward, chewing at himself as he tried to put words into what his life was. It was not something he thought much about it. "True say, its not wherever I want, but wherever I'm needed." There was, he decided, a difference.

She liked families, he saw by her smile. Why then was she out here without her own? Koa put full blame on the males, and left the queen clean of misconduct. And maybe a little lacking in wisdom, but he did not scold. "Most people are." He had not met many idle ones. At least none of good character he would wish to recall. There was a silence after his little joke. Koa was used to the silences. His was not the gift of social graces. He spoke too slowly and thought slower still.

"It is a joke." He agreed with a duck of his head in apology. Maybe not an incorrect joke, but she did not seem to like it, so koa let it float away. "A storm?" His thumb nail stroked a bristle of hair beneath his chin. He had missed a place when shaving. Head canting, he examined the queen, who was, he thought, examining him back. Her hands idle among her fabrics. "I would imagine you could say whatever you please." A storm. Koa's hand strayed beneath his arm, fingers lightly where claws marked his skin.

"I have never sprung rain before, so you should be quite safe." He promised her, in case she worried. "Your dress too." He gestured to her sewing basket. "What are you making?" He asked, trying to take her mind away from whatever was bothering her.

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