#Melura

[astrumocs]

i'll take the birthday kiss,, <3

"Yeah? Okay, c'mere Autumn, one birthday kiss coming right up."

> He leans down and gives you a chaste kiss before pulling back with a smile.

[cloudbattrolls]

I’m learning things today.

[mik-mania]

Acklin what's the most annoyed you've ever been?

"There's honestly no one single instance that comes to mind. In general, my being annoyed almost always has something to do with Antemh or Pendic."

[chemzee]

LMAO I DIDN´T EXPECT THAT I LEGIT ALMOST SCREAMED

☆ playing around with Daniel's character ai bot

☆ i love how much this feels like Daniel is making a deal with the devil.

[capn-twitchery]

oc development talk tonight with @melura : a summary

[damistrolls]

little german boy @melura

[contrastparadoxx]

Dance Lessons

Wilmar - @melura

There was the occasional small perk to being the heir of a group you wanted nothing to do with. In this case it was a relatively isolated cabin in the woods where he could sometimes sneak away to exist without being bothered for a bit. A small perk, but a perk nonetheless.

Kilyia got there a day earlier than planned, wanting time to deal with dust clothes, generally clean, and move furniture out of the way. He even washed and replaced the bedsheets and made a small list of groceries to grab when he went into town to pick up his guest. The two of them might only need it for a few hours, but he had invited Ark to spend the whole weekend while his signmate watched Aludra. A nice quiet little getaway for just the two of them, it was going to be perfect.

Only once he was satisfied with its cleanliness the next evening did the seadweller leave the cabin and head back into the nearest town. A quick swing by the store to fulfill his shopping list, then to the cafe where he was to pick up both dinner and his guest. Luckily the anxious Blueblood was already waiting for him, so Kilyia was easily able to meet up with him.

“Wilmar, I’m glad you were able to find this place.”

He received a nervous smile “You, er, gave good instructions. Are we leaving now?”

“In a bit, I want to pick up dinner here, come in and let me know what you want.”

“Oh, er, only if you’re sure”

“Of course I am!”

20 minutes later they were on their way back to the cabin. Wilmar had insisted on carrying some of the shopping bags, as repayment for both the incoming lesson and dinner, which Kilyia was open to accepting. Once they returned, and the groceries were put away, they could sit at the table to eat and chat.

The conversation ranged, never getting too in depth on anything, until it came time for the actual reason Wilmar was here- learning how to not trip over his own feet when attempting to dance. This is why Kilyia had cleared out a space, and he was all too happy to help. Even when the heavier blue stepped on his feet all he did is wince slightly, and laugh it off. Both were more relaxed and having fun just being silly by the end of it. All too soon the time was up, and Kil slipped off to the bathroom to make sure his fins and makeup were proper before starting to escort Wil back to town.

It was the deepest part of the night, both nearly full moons gleaming in the sky above painting the world slightly pink and green. Neither were on guard, so it’s understandable that both were surprised by the shadowed figure that stepped out in front of them. Kilyia’s movement was instant, and instinctive, a half a step in front of Wilmar, with a hand where his sword would hang were he wearing it.

Unfortunately for both of them, he was not.

The figure spoke, face hidden in the shadows of his hood. “You should be careful trusting monsters” she spoke with a slight hiss in her voice, and it was hard to tell which of the boys she was directing her words at, though Wilmar tensed up behind Kilyia more than he already was.

“Please move out of our way” the seadweller said calmly “We are just trying to get back into town.”

“And let that thing hurt innocents? I don’t think so.��� There was movement, and a flash of metal from inside her cloak. Kilyia moved swiftly, summoning his sword as he did. Everything happened suddenly, the crack of her gun, the wet gasp of a sword through the chest, the thud of a body hitting the ground.

Her hood fell as she did, revealing a blue with only one eye, now coughing up blood as she glared at Kilyia. “You will… regret rejecting my help.”

“You just tried to shoot me. Or my friend. Either way there was no help being offered here.” He kept a foot planted on her arm, even as she died, not wanting to give her a chance to cause more problems. The blood rushing in his ears prevented the notice of any other background noises, “might have to call Hiro after this. Need to make sure her death isn’t going to cause either of us pro-“

He wasn’t sure exactly what earned him, perhaps it was just the feeling of something suddenly looming behind him, but Kilyia had just enough time to start to move out of the way preventing the snapping jaws from catching his vulnerable neck and gills, and instead sinking into his shoulder. That was enough for him to be picked up, and shook like a ragdoll, even as he cried out in pain, before being tossed and slamming into a tree painfully.

Kilyia tried to push himself up, vision spinning, but he did not have time to get away from the bear suddenly rising up to its hind feet in front of him.

As it came down, so did the curtains on his ability to stay conscious.

[theblackbookofarkera]

Anquvut

Deep within the shadowed forests that mark the borders of the Bearshield Confederacy dwell the Antuak, a tribe whose very identity has been forged in the crucible of hatred. These forest-dwellers are known throughout Hykraelia not for their crafts or customs, but for their consuming loathing of the Tru-isil Empire and its people, whom they call the Ishghana - the Soulless Ones.

The Antuak's most notorious practice stems from their belief that the Tru-isil's dark sorcery can be turned against its wielders. When their warriors fell a Tru-isil soldier, they carefully flay the face from the corpse in a single piece, preserving it through a secret process of smoke and herbs. These grisly trophies are stretched across their war shields, the preserved faces forever frozen in their final expression of terror or despair. The Antuak believe these macabre talismans protect them from the empire's magick, though some whisper the true purpose is to strike terror into their enemies' hearts.

Yet even in this darkness, glimpses of lost humanity persist. As noted by Incus Gautha, a brave of the Bearshield Confederacy:

"The way of my people has not always been as it is; where once we were merciful the Ishghana has made us cruel. Where cruelty was once another arrow in our quiver it has spoiled and become something sick. I have seen many a scared Ishghana cry for his mother or his beloved. I have even seen the Ishghana give quarter. Perhaps one day we will stop seeing one another as demons but rather men."

"I spent a winter among the Antuak, watching their warriors return from raids with bloody sacks containing their trophies. What struck me most was not the brutality of their custom, but how they would weep while performing the ritual of flaying - as if some part of them remembered when they were something more than vessels of hatred."

- Utukizim pel-Melura

[damienanddragons]

And it's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken "Hallelujah"

art by the lovely @melura , of course

i don't think Volt is feeling very good right now :(

[corsair-princess-nenime]

KENDERNIME FINALEIME

with the worst players leaving town to live in bublefuck medianvoter, Ohio, DRAGON LANCE MUST BE ENDED.

we RUSH INTO THE FLOATING CITADEL OF TAKHESIS AND (AFTER SAVING THE KENDER VAMPIRE FROM MY MURDER HOBO COMPANIONS) ARMED WITH THE FLAIL OF BAHAMUT KENDERNIME FACES THE INCELORD SOTH

SOTH COMMANDS THE WORST ELF IN MY ELF PARTY TO K THEMSELVES NOW INSTANTLY SLAYING THEM PERMANENTLY (YAYYY!!!!!!)

with a few levels of war cleric under her belt, NENIME TOTALS SOTH (lorgar on the cover of betrayer STYLE). IT WASNT HARD TO FIGURE OUT THAT I HAD TO USE THE DRAGONLANCE TO PUT OUT THE MAGIC FIRE FUELING THE CITADEL. We get off and back on the ground face off against kalisandi and her dragon even though the credits are already rolling. a hold monster later we total kalisandi and dragon, with the wizard elf taking queen k magic eye.

as the OBVIOUS chosen of paladine, kendernime is perhaps the greatest hero of this story, and i like to think she gets a kiss from Melura the kender shoppkeeper and goes on adventures with the kender vampire. in time, she becomes president of lemon when the dragon armies are defeated, the end.

[cloudbatcave]

@melura

Being a primate is BULLSHIT sometimes I tells ya

[astrumocs]

it's my birthday today oda 🫶

"That so? Happy hatchday- or well, birthday, like you said. Sorry, troll habit."

"Have a good night on me, yeah? I'll even give you a kiss for good luck."

[cloudbattrolls]

thoughts on archie too for arty,,

“Cringe.”

It doesn’t seem to want to dignify him with a longer answer.

[hanghenfil]

back to my roots i guess except this time i blame @melura/@afallatmak

if donnie was a troll would that be fucked up or what!!!!!!

[cloudbatcave]

@melura

[theblackbookofarkera]

Irdanians

For countless generations, the Irdanian people dwelt in the shadowed valleys of Romeria, their destiny forever bound to ancient prophecies whispered by their blood-haired seers. Though their oracles foretold the coming storm that would shatter their civilization, the Irdanians made no move to flee or fortify - accepting their fate with an eerie serenity that puzzles scholars to this day.

When the armies of the Unyielding Emperor finally descended upon their lands, the Irdanians offered little resistance, watching with cold detachment as their settlements were put to the torch. Only at the scarlet-walled city of Teleteon did they bare their teeth, turning the siege into a two-year bloodletting that would haunt the dreams of Holy Vantari veterans for decades to come.

The Irdanians earned their epithet "the Scarlet People" through their sacred custom of steeping their hair in sacrificial blood upon reaching maturity, staining it a deep crimson that marked them as children of prophecy. Their society's inner workings remain largely lost to time - their sacred texts and manuscripts fed to Disforgia's purifying flames, their loremasters broken beneath sanctified hammers.

Those few Irdanians who survived the purge now drift like ghosts through the perpetual gloom of the Thurinwald Forest, desperately performing ancient rites to preserve their dwindling bloodlines. They still whisper prayers to their Nine-Headed God, a primordial entity whose heart beats with raw chaos while its nine aspects represent the ordered cosmos - though many wonder if their deity abandoned them long ago.

Most intriguing are the whispers that the most potent of Irdanian magickal knowledge was never truly destroyed, but rather seized by the Unyielding Emperor's own court sorcerers. These forbidden grimoires are said to contain rituals of staggering power - magicks capable of shifting celestial bodies, bringing prophecies to fruition, and even purging death itself from the mortal realm. The Unyielding Emperor's later descent into gibbering madness is often attributed to his obsessive attempts to unlock these eldritch secrets.

"I have walked among the Irdanians in their forest sanctuaries. Their eyes hold the weight of countless dooms, yet they speak of the future as if reading from a script written at the dawn of time. When I asked why they did not resist their prophesied destruction, they merely smiled and said 'The blood remembers what was and what will be.' I left with more questions than answers, and the disquieting sense that they know far more about the fate of our world than they reveal." -

-Utukizim pel-Melura