#Highcliffe

[youllbejudgedeitherway]

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[endof-vanity]

weekend things

bonus wet floor sign :

[beautyinwisconsin]

Highcliff state park with the boys

[syngigeim]

Right! XIVWrite is in it's final day and I have written nothing! (Blame Splatoon) But I have kept in mind and written down who is still getting all the many prompts just to keep in mind with of my made up FC of WoLs has my interest.

Suprise, surprise, Syngigeim gets the most prompts with 5! Second on the list is a bit more surprising but perhaps not so much, as I tend to take where the MSQ takes us and marinate on it is Yamir Yadav, my dancing king and Radz-at-Han native with 3. Eleone and Kaen are around third place, and what I've been spinning in my head is something of an arc where, during the Final Days, Eleone proposed to Kaen but Kaen refused, causing a strain on their relationship. Turns out, Kaen still has lingering trauma from when she was last in a relationship, aka a very abusive one, and feeling that Eternally Bonding herself with Eleone, would, in a sense, entrap her. It's been something I've pondered about during this patch as a sort of side-story alongside the MSQ. How I envision it ending is that Syngigeim gets Kaen drinking with Zero and Estinien and both of them are just so befuddled at this situation that they just advise Kaen to just sort this out and actually talk about it. (While Syn just smirks and drinks)

The rest is a lot of my ocs getting one or two but I will make note of something. Both Elly Browne and Finn Highcliff, two actual alts of mine, recieved no prompts at all this month. And I have been struggling to get myself to bring Elly out of Heavensward. I believe this should be a sign to rotate them out of alts I super focus on to pull through expansions and just leave them as they are. Refocus attention on Aubinaux and Mariko instead as secondary alts.

...and perhaps get Yamir up into AT LEAST getting mounts already. I owe the boy that much at least and it would be much easier getting seasonal events done with them.

[mooreaux]

Lord Arthur Abdiel Highcliffe, my contribution to the TTRPG setting guide, Asyndra Isle. A dark fantasy, eldritch horror, pirate themed story to play with your friends. Check it out on Oct 21st

Follow @galaptia to learn more!

[miscellaneous-art]

Charles Landseer (1799–1879), Praia de Copacabana vista do forte do Leme, 1825-26. Instituto Moreira Salles - Highcliffe Album

[galaptia]

"My Dearest Silas" - A letter written by Lord Highcliffe, voiced by the brilliant Josh Wichard (Tav 1 from BG3) Find out more about the Asyndra Isle zine at galaptia.com

[reine-du-sourire]

Ranger Gathering 16: Game

"Hello and Go Along, apprentices! It's ya boi R4NG3R_G1L4N coming at you live today, diving back into the epic world of my new favorite game... the one I've been playing so much recently that it feels like I'm really living it... Ranger's Apprentice!

"Quick recap: our scruffy mentor's off on a little enforced vacation in Gallica after the Bridge Incident, so our mission, should we choose to accept it, is to track down the notorious Foldar. Yep, Mr. I-Killed-My-Parents-Over-A-Horsie himself. Here we go, accept the mission... I've got my trusty bow, my cloak, and my loyal horse, Blaze. Let's ride!

"All right, we’re starting in bustling Highcliff Fief. Look at those pixelated peasants! Living their pixelated lives... I mean, these graphics are actually pretty good, but I digress. Anyway, we’ve got a lead on a recent robbery, and you know what that means! Time to put on our detective hats- I mean cloaks- and suspiciously eye every NPC. First suspect on the list? Philip, the seneschal. Let's see...

"Okay, let's have a little chat with Baron Douglas. Baron, Baron, Baron... let's click on 'ask about recent robberies'... wow, my guy, not very helpful! Apparently, bandits are just a nuisance, and Foldar is a figment of our collective imagination. Thanks a lot.

"Looks like we're in luck! Maeve's got the inside scoop. Oho, looks like Philip's been racking up gambling debts. Big surprise. Apparently, he’s also been visiting the village at night... probably not for the clubs, I bet. Only one way to find out. Stealth mode activated!

"Here we go, keeping a safe distance. Just a ranger and his horse, blending into the night. No biggie. Aaand there's our guy. Look at him, sneaking out with that sack of money... bingo! That’s the payoff. Let’s follow him back to the castle and set our trap. Gotta tail him...

"Hold up! Ambush time! Crossbowmen at twelve o’clock! And these guys have the aim of stormtroopers after a night at the tavern. Just... stand still for a second... gotcha! And hey, would you look at that! There he is, the man of the hour, berating his goons. Nice going, Foldar, love the haircut!

"Timeskip! Nice. All right, guys, let's get some double bluff action going on here. We’re setting up a fake tax convoy... gonna need some archers for this. Let’s recruit!

"Hmm. Setting up our archers here... here... and here. Aaaaaand... here we go! Convoy’s on the move! Time to ambush these bandits. Go go go, guys, c'mon, give 'em all you got! Yes! Bullseye! Look at them scatter. Wait a minute... Foldar's making a break for it! Yeah, that's not happening. Quick, Blaze, let's get him!

"C'mon, c'mon, I've got him in my sights- time for some serious Power Ranger action. Aaaand nailed it! One, two three, and… wham! Down he goes! Game over, Foldar! That is how you take down a notorious villain while looking incredibly cool. Another mission done successfully. Just gotta head back to spill the beans on Douglas now. Speaking of beans, I could really go for some coffee after this...

"Anyway, thanks for joining me, apprentices! Don't forget to like, subscribe, and always keep an arrow nocked and your cloak handy. This is R4NG3R_G1L4N signing off. Go along, and see you next time!"

[its-sixxers]

OC Masterlist

Vampire the Masquerade OCs

Nosferatu - Youngest to Oldest

Adam Romaniuk (former Hunter, Mary’s childe as of 2012) Briar Mary (Bloodlines fledgling) Casimir (Mary’s Sire) Elaine de la Saules (Casimir’s Sire) Athanasia the Nymph (Elaine’s Sire)

Tremere

Viola Florakis (former ghoul)

Fallout OCs

Tin Lizzy (Lone Wanderer) Carmen (Courier Six) Eleanora (Sole Survivor)

Elder Scrolls OCs

Morrowind Asenath (Nerevarine, Tandreth and Raansi’s mom)

Oblivion Vaka (Hero of Kvatch) Stellan of Twin Sight (Vaka and Martin’s son)

Skyrim Idunn Kyne-Kissed (Dovahkiin) Indoril Tandreth (Thieves Guild Master) Indoril Azuraansi (Archmage of Winterhold)

FFXIV OCs

Saskia Highcliff (Viera, my WoL / AU RP character) Stellan Hearthseeker (Saskia’s brother, RP character)

[youllbejudgedeitherway]

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[starikune]

Highcliff Town

As the name suggests, Highcliff Town is a beautiful, quiet settlement nestled on the edge of a breathtaking cliff, overlooking the waters of the Fairlyn region's Great Lake. The clear blue skies overhead are often dotted with Taillow, Wingull, and occasionally, the magnificent Staraptor.

At the heart of Highcliff Town is the Pokémon Gym, where the energetic, rambunctious Gym Leader Shaun presides. Shaun is a passionate trainer who specializes in Flying-type Pokémon. His gym challenges are praised for their creativity, and he focuses on mastering the art of the sky. Trainers will receive the Gale Badge if they manage to defeat him.

[elliewilliams93]

August 2024

Got to spend mums birthday with her and my god mother Claire which was lovely.

Sanne landed in Southampton and also got to meet mum and I showed her the sights. We actually drove to highcliff so we could get our ocean fix. It was so cool Sanne being in the UK.

We then drove to Dover to meet up with the rest of the gang for the English Channel..

Poor Nev and his wife, Carolyn, and there 3 suitcases didn't quite fit in the mini..

The first few days were really sunny and we got some good ocean time in.

[syngigeim]

So with the final raid tier in mind...

...here be the desires my raid team would be corrupted by.

Syngigeim: Her noble heroic desires would twist her into becoming a god above all others who would offer salvation.

Mariko: Like Lahabrea, and so many of the other wardens, his desire for a singluar person would be twisted against him. And I think you all know who that would be.

Q’hara: Quite similar to Erictonios, despite all of his accompishments as a hero, he downplays them and always feels the need to prove himself. To be self-sufficent and not weak.

Finn: Finn’s a fun one in that I haven’t spent that much time with him. But a lot of him is defined by the trauma of losing his home versus his desire to see what’s out there. Don’t quite know what would be the corrupting point yet.

[spiderwarden]

"I have met few Githyanki in my life." Minthara starts as she addresses the male in particular. Between the books that filled her time as child and the investigative nature she still carried today, curiosity has always been a quality of the Drow's, for better or worse. While Minthara addressed Amis her hand move behind her back, a sentiment conveyed that she had wanted to learn about his lived experience in full. Especially in coming to face with the man who seemed a differing situation entirely from their Lae'zel despite being born of the same origin. "Those whose blades I have crossed always screamed out for mercy in their alien tongue as they died."

"But it seems even compared to Lae'zel, who has proven herself every bit the capable warrior I had imagined the children of the Gith to be, you are not quite the same. Instead, it seems the details of your origin share more in common with Karlach than it does with Lae'zel." She tilts her head with the lift of her brow, "It is most curious."

The tale of Amis Highcliff was unique, and Minthara wanted to know more details outside of what she had seen when their minds had touched. She craved the personal details of an intriguing story, an intellectual conversation. "Indulge me if you will. I would like to know your story in full, without the ilithid touch. How does a Githyanki find himself in the service of Bel, how does your time in the Hells compare to Karlach's, how is it different."

@illithilit - for Amis.

[turkeypaw]

clans of shore valley: chapter one

PROLOGUE <- CHAPTER ONE -> CHAPTER TWO

Sharpthunder took his time to groom himself and calm his racing heart before ducking out of the warriors’ den and peering around camp. It was halfway to Sunhigh by then, and the Clan was already hard at work before the heat of the Greenleaf day kicked in.

The WillowClan camp was situated on the opposite side of the beach from Highcliffs, sitting instead in the shadows of the smaller and less-threatening sister cliff formation, Tallcliffs. The camp was bordered on the land-facing side by mangrove trees, and on the ocean-facing side by large, sun-warmed stones that sat just past the line where the water reached at high tide.

At first glance, the sandy clearing appeared abuzz with activity.

Sharpthunder watched as the Clan’s one apprentice, Twigpaw, slipped out from underneath the thick bush that sheltered the apprentices’ den. She held old moss in her jaws, and she made quick work of trotting out of the root tunnel leading out of camp to dispose of it. After her, the dawn patrol slipped back into camp. The leader of the patrol, Dawnlight, immediately split off from Ravenbloom and Goldenlion, and padded over to where depute Midgedance sat beneath Mossstar’s den.

Mossstar’s den, hollowed out in the roots and trunk of an old willow tree that sat atop a small sandy dune, was bordered by a ring of stacked river stones. Atop the stones, before the entrance to the den, Midgedance greeted Dawnlight. The two cats began exchanging quick, hushed words.

Sharpthunder furrowed his brow in concern, but was distracted when Ravenbloom walked up to him. Her gray tabby coat was damp from wading through the dewy grass of the moorland, and she smelled of willows and heather. She touched noses with Sharpthunder warmly and sat beside him before beginning to groom herself.

Settling down beside her, Sharpthunder pressed his dry pelt against her damp one, taking comfort in the freshness of her smell. The striped she-cat purred amusedly, and ceased her grooming to lick Sharpthunder’s ear fondly.

“You slept in,” she noted good-naturedly, before tucking her gray paws underneath her chest and settling next to him.

Sharpthunder nodded, the shock of his dream coming back to him. He shook it off and passed a quick few licks over his creamy gray chest fur to disguise his discomfort. “How was the dawn patrol?”

“Uneventful. We checked the HeatherClan border and the base of the hills. Dawnlight was restless though, he couldn’t wait to get back to camp.” Ravenbloom nodded towards where Dawnlight and Midgedance still stood, conversing quietly. As they watched, Dawnlight glanced around camp, as if afraid he was being listened to.

“Why?” Sharpthunder queried, and settled down into a crouch beside Ravenbloom. He rested his striped tail over her similarly-stiped back affectionately.

“You didn’t hear?” Ravenbloom turned her wide, sage-green eyes to him. “Oh, you wouldn’t have, I suppose. Mossstar is ill. Very ill.”

A wave of anxiety rippled through Sharpthunder. He shifted his paws, digging his claws into the soft sand. Sharpthunder remembered the silver tabby she-cat sharing tongues with Midgedance at sundown yesterday. “She looked fine last night!”

Ravenbloom nodded somberly. “She was. It came onto her overnight, apparently.”

“Is it the same thing that Beachfeather has?” Sharpthunder mewed. The beloved elder had been dispensing wisdom and stories to kits and apprentices since before Sharpthunder had been born. Recently, he had come down with a cough, which was unusual for this time of year.

“I’m no medicine cat,” Ravenbloom deflected, her head snapping to the medicine den as a long-furred, dark gray she-cat emerged from the shadows between the two leaning stones. Her belly was swollen with kits, and she held a bundle of herbs in her mouth as she walked slowly to the elders’ den and squeezed underneath the flat rock overhanging it. “Ask Rindlebramble when she’s done seeing to him.”

“You know,” Sharpthunder begun, “Beachfeather used to tell this story about these distant Clans, where medicine cats weren’t able to have kits. They were supposed to love the whole Clan like they were their kits.”

“Lucky Rindlebramble isn’t living there,” Ravenbloom purred with amusement.

The round medicine cat wiggled out from the elders’ den quickly, a stricken look on her face. She trotted over to Midgedance and Dawnlight as quickly as she could, and then bypassed them to duck into Mossstar’s den, the roots of the den entrance squeezing her on either side as she did.

“Oh no,” Ravenbloom murmured, just before Rindlebramble reappeared. She looked even more afraid.

“It’s as I feared!” Rindlebramble yowled from atop the stones bordering Mossstar’s den.

The remaining cats in camp began to gather loosely beneath her. Bugstripe slipped out of the warriors’ den and padded as close to his mate as he could get, looking up at her with concern not just for what she has to say, but for her. Rindlebramble paid him no attention, her round bronze eyes stricken with grief.

“Beachfeather has gone to StarClan,” she began, “and last night, Mossstar lost a life to the same sickness. However, instead of the illness leaving her body with the loss of the life, Mossstar remains deathly ill. I am afraid she will lose another life.”

The gathered Clan gasped and yowled in shock. The deputy, Midgedance, stared out over Rindlebramble’s shoulder, gaze foggy, like she was not even there. Ravenbloom pressed even closer to Sharpthunder, and he instinctually wrapped his tail around her protectively, even as his own mind whirled.

Is that what his dream meant about protecting his Clan and his leader with his life? How is he supposed to do that if his leader is dying from something he can’t fight?

[galaptia]

Lord Arthur Abdiel Highcliffe

The youngest leader of The Highcliffes in recent history - and a man said to have inherited his righteous flame through a terrible need to dispel a darkness that once drowned his life

Find out more in the Asyndra Isle zine October 21st

Art by @mooreaux