#Alar

[incorrect-kkc-theories]

There is a rumor in the University

Well, there are many rumors, but this one is true.

They say there was a student, a brilliant one, whose Alar was as strong as Ramston Steel, and just as brittle.

They say that he called the True Name of the Wind far younger than anyone ever had, but it snapped his mind beyond the powers of Master Elodin and Master Arwyl.

They say that much like a snapped blade, he was still sharp. He could still call Names, still use Sympathy, but he couldn’t see the world around him.

He spoke to those who were not there, used sympathy as weapon on enemies in his mind, despite the preventative magics of the Haven. Designed brilliant devices which are now used in the Fishery, using only paper and ink, believing he had metal. Learned to fight and speak secret languages where he was his only Teacher. 

And he would sing beautiful songs to no one.

They say that one day in his room in the Haven he was brought food while believing he was in a fight with a phantasm. He killed the man with nothing but sympathy. 

They say Master Elodin built a new room in the Haven that day. Something he had vowed never to do. He used all his powers, working with the other Masters to make a room where Naming and sympathy was truly impossible. They say that Master Kilvin used his horded treasures from forgotten ages to assist.

They say that the day he was put in there, he tried to use sympathy to start a fire, he then tried to call the Name of Fire as he had before. 

He began to cry.

He never sang again.

On visits he says to be called Kote. “For Kvothe could do many marvelous things, and I cannot. I must then no longer be him.”

[othersideofthebladecampaign]

Session 40

[timeskye]

at some random point, i tried copying dsp’s style. i think it came out ok!

[rainbrookeemberscar]

Chapter 1: Questions

Her breath hitched as she set eyes on the little face before her. Two beautiful blue eyes stared, and soft pink flesh grasped. Alysa was everything a baby should be, warm and loved, so much love. Rain’s hands folded around her gently, like cradling an egg, and brushed the soft dark hairs along her head. She was so entranced, she'd hardly even noticed the calls of the child’s mother, Livian.

"Rain! Stop!...." She glanced up and around. The noises were fuzzy and so were the https://www.pinterest.surroundings. It looked as though the entire area around them was covered in a thick, soupy haze. "Rain! Please!....." Livian cried. What could Livi possibly be concerned about? It's not like she would ever do anything to harm Alysa. Rain's eyes trailed back to the infant in her grasp, but Alysa wasn't there. Only a smoldering heap of ashes clung in her shaking palms. She couldn't breathe.... I...I couldn't....I.... Tears and sobs escaped her as she cradled the ashes to her chest. I'm so sorry....

"Would you like a refill on your tea Miss?" the waiter inquired. Rain's attention snapped back to the cup betwixt her fingers, now just barely containing any of the warm contents. "Miss?" he pressed. "Yes, yes." She held her cup out and tried to smile. There was a small bit of comfort watching the amber colored liquid pour from the spout and splashing into the dainty cup. She wished desperately that the herb infused water could wash away these disturbing visions. But in the end she knew that was just a wish, not a reality. 

After cleaning up a few of the spilled droplets, the waiter bowed his head and dismissed himself to attend to other customers waiting. She watched him for a few moments before refocusing on her cup. It was rather ironic that she found herself reflected in a teacup. Warmth swirling and churning in a certain amount of chaos, all contained in a dainty, porcelain container so easy to break. "Bah," she muttered.

The haunting reality was Rain had no idea what she was doing anymore; no clue who she was or even what she really wanted. She was a hot, swirling, churning mess and quite possibly dangerous. Everything that had happened in the past few months had left her in a place she was not familiar with. Before, she'd lived 100 lifetimes of men and knew precisely who and what she was. Now, it was a different story. Was she a phoenix? A golem? A Kal'dorei? A Quel'dorei? 

What bothered her even more, there was no one to guide her. Her friends had helped her through these processes. Livian had created this unique golem for her and had been continually maintaining a close eye on her developments, but even Livian didn't know exactly what would happen. When Rain had felt like sharing any new progress or changes the poor dragoness would be thrown for a loop and drown herself with guilt and worry. 

Rain was not a child to be coddled or caged, even for her own safety. The only thing Rain was completely sure of was that she needed training. The fire magic was a minor concern in comparison to the other abilities popping up. And these visions....hallucinations.....whatever they were....were becoming a real problem. She needed someone to trust. Someone to guide her and teach her how to control all of this. The mere mention of training had sent Livian into a tantrum, but Rainbrooke knew there was more at risk than just the wrath of the Magus Senate. Livian was right, however. Those pompous politicians, powerful though they are, are not to be trusted. But who?

She drummed her fingers across her lips anxiously, wondering if she would spy the stubborn drake coming to drag her back to the mortuary. Livian would be furious when she received Rain's letter explaining her choice to seek training. In her heart, though, Rain knew it was the only option, especially after what she had seen. 

There was only one other phoenix she was aware of, perhaps he would be able to shed some light on the situation. That is, if she could get him to talk to her. He served the great Prince of Silvermoon, Kael'thas Sunstrider. But he was a phoenix nonetheless. 

She tossed a few coins on the table, making sure to leave a generous tip for the waiter, and made her way to the portals. Shattrath would be the closest to she could get to Tempest Keep without alerting anyone. Several timelords had created a magical field upon the entrance to that place, transporting those back in time to when the occupants were still alive. It served as a testament of the plunders of devotion to the Fel. Kael'thas and his minions had done terrible things with magic and it proved to be their downfall. Now it seemed that period of time might hold some of the most important answers for Rainbrooke.

She stepped through the portal and arrived instantaneously in the City of Light. Refugees pattered back and forth through the corridors, buying and selling goods. She did her best to blend into the crowds, pulling her hood over the red tendrils of hair and trying to cover her face.

She hurried quickly in buying her gryphon ride and setting out. The sooner she was away from crowds the less chance she had of being discovered, or of causing a scene. She used to love crowds and parties, dancing all night. Now, the thought almost made her vomit. 

The trees and stone passed beneath them in a haze, until the creature slowed and landed just outside the mighty keep. Goblins and Sin'dorei had taken up residence outside to sell their wares and offer loaded down travelers a place to dispose of unwanted items. But she wasn't in the market for either this day. A short walk away was the door to the great phoenix A'lar. Would he have answers? Would he even speak to her? So many questions buzzed around in her head, but she would never know if she didn't try.

[nelc]

René Auberjonois as Alar in Stargate

[cactushroom]

[rockstarfreak-illustration]

My alar is like the ocean in a storm" -Patrick Rothfuss , The Wise Man's Fear

[bbcblackjack]

[elminx]

Poly sympathy...get it?

Me: I just don’t know how to rectify what I need you to do with what I would want a person that I was dating’s partner to want to do.

My Sexy Husband: Just split your Alar.  You can hold both concepts at once, It’s fine.

Me: How did we even have conversations before Patrick Rothfuss entered our lives?

Him: I honestly have no idea.

[felipeyuski]

Fazia um bom tempo que eu não desenhava o Alar, praticamente desde o encerramento do XDragoon Procurei fazer um design mais simples para o personagem. #xdragoon #alar #webcomics https://www.instagram.com/p/BwdHFR2lwid/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=a4v6bg90r4i7

[othersideofthebladecampaign]

OSOB Screens 2 - Aeedy & Alar

Oop took Mod Moose a while to get these out but he’s still going! Next set of the fake OSOB anime pics, the local cat and dog!

The next set is gonna be A Thing, I got an idea and we’ll see if I can execute it properly.

[ziruzainternational]

BARI KELDI’S IG STORY

[doctorpark]

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[spockvarietyhour]

Rene Auberjonois in Stargate SG-1′s “The Other Side”

[lexi-tyler]

[PREMIERE] > Alexander Alar - Los Angeles (Michon Remix)[ Polyptych] by Closing Sounds https://ift.tt/2Q9gJmL

[druids-and-dinosaurs]

Moment

A response piece to @weirdalar ‘s writing. I stole your format, you’re welcome.

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She knew the letter was from him before opening it. Who else had handwriting that...unique. She often liked to make fun of his penmanship but now she found herself glad it was so easy to identify.

The arrival of his letter caught her off guard, but with resignation she reminded herself that's how it always goes. She could deny her habits to herself all she wanted but she always kept an eye out for him in one way or another. Looking for his bright teal hair in the red and gold crowds of Silvermoon, or listening for his laugh when she just so happened to be passing through Ratchet.

The events of the war had caught her full attention, and naturally as soon as she dropped her guard he resurfaced once more. He always was good at surprising her.

She wanted to put off opening it, because even though she had seen him only months prior she was afraid of what it might say. She was always afraid of what he might tell her, because she believed that he eventually would close the doors she, unrealistically, yearned to walk through once again.

She trudged slowly into her house, followed by the ever diligent, ever destructive robot scorpid by the name of V.6 that was always seen clicking away at her heels.

Her house for once was clean. Clean of dirt, clean of papers. Clean of furniture and decoration and warmth. All that stood in the once cramped spaces were boxes of everything she had ever owned. She no longer wanted to live in Silvermoon, and the state of her house made that abundantly clear.

She settled onto one of the larger boxes; it clanked around but she paid the noise no mind. She pulled off her goggles and blinked at the golden light that shone from her eyes, reflecting off of the envelope in front of her. She still hadn’t gotten used to the change of her appearance, and in truth she wasn’t sure how she felt about it yet either.

All that had been happening; the new allies joining ranks of the Horde, the burning of Teldrassil, the bombing of Lordaeron, the war in general. It gave Tyrestra a lot to think about, and it made her afraid of the future.

She needed Alar. More than she did when her bed felt a little too big, or when her world felt a little too grey. She needed him to fix everything and make it right, like he always seemed to do.

V.6, poking idly at her feet, made an alarmed beeping sound as she ripped open the letter suddenly. Her eyes leapt from word to word as she read his unusually neat sentences, slowing down once she realized he wasn’t writing to tell her anything horrible.

She tore a piece of cardboard off of the box she sat on and rummaged around for a pen. Once she found one she scribbled a hasty reply to the Troll, not seeming worried about her last minute request.

“Eversong Woods, the hidden spot? I’ll see you there tomorrow night.”