#Songblade

[artilaz]

🧡✨ Once upon a Dream ✨🧡

After the fall of the Absolute and the Dead Three's chosen, the returned and remorseful Grand Duke Ravengard is hosting a ball to celebrate not only a hopefully new era of peace in Baldur's Gate, but also the return of his formerly exiled son. The young Duke, however, seems to have other things in mind...

Artwork by the amazing young-lyndis, who isn't on tumblr. Thank you so much!

[loganwritesprobably]

Day 20 - Touch Starved

Pearl belongs to @frillsinadress

Tags/Warnings: Mihawk/Pearl, fluff, established relationship, long distance relationship, Mihawk’s POV, brief implications of sex Word Count: 377

It was hard to be separated so often. Mihawk hadn’t been someone who sought out physical contact, or emotional comforts. Until he met Pearl, that is. Meeting her turned his entire world upside down, changing everything he thought he knew about himself until he was a newer, better version of himself. He’d thought he was too old for that, after all they say an old dog can’t be taught new tricks, but here he was laying in bed alone, wishing she were beside him. 

As he closed his eyes to drift to sleep, Mihawk’s mind conjured the image of his lover, arms open and waiting for him. He closed the space between them and lifted her into his arms, spinning her around before leaning down to press their lips together, passionate but not lustful. Yearning. He missed her so profoundly when he couldn’t see her, their positions in the world preventing them from being together too often, and certainly meant they shouldn’t be seen together in public. The limited time they did get to spend together was often interrupted by required public appearances, such was Pearl’s work, and in those moments he had to pretend to be just another fan, another man in the audience watching her perform.

He hated that.

He was so much more than those other men and women, he was the man that she had chosen to keep by her side, the man who could make her smile as well as moan. And well, all the other activities they got up to in bed. No other man had that privilege, at least not in the present day, but the men who came before didn’t matter to Mihawk because they weren’t the one currently on her mind. That was him.

Soon, he’d be on his way to see her again. Mihawk looked forward to that next meeting. Being able to wrap her in his embrace and bask in the feeling of her soft skin on his, her lipstick smeared over his face and neck, her smaller hand in his, and her delicate fingers between his own calloused ones.

Pearl made him soft like few else, and next to nobody before her. If he were to lose her, the entire globe would feel his wrath.

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[dramatisperscnae]

What D&D 5e class are you?

Fighter

You are a fighter! The base of your power is tireless martial training and a rigorous discipline. A fighter is any type of trained warrior, whether it's a soldier, mercenary, soldier, gladiator or knight. What they all have in common is an intimate knowledge of different types of armor and weapons as well as a trained combat stamina which allows them both to exert themselves to end battles quickly and survive prolonged assaults. Some fighters polish these basic techniques to perfection, while others practice complex combat maneuvers or even basic combat magic to supplement their martial prowess. A fighter is a seasoned and dedicated warrior who can battle effectively at any range, using a dagger, an axe, and a longbow with equal comfort and striking a balance between offense and defense on the battlefield.

Bard

You are a bard! Your power comes from personal inspiration and manifests by evoking emotions in others, whether positive or negative. Known as entertainers, travelers, and people of the world, bards are notorious jacks-of-all-trades, often having at least a passing knowledge of any given skill. Mostly, however, they are well-known for their ability to talk their way out of almost any situation and befriend just about anyone. Bards use their performances to inspire others and can learn a wide variety of spells - even those normally exclusive to other classes - to supplement their already wide repertoire of abilities. A bard is a witty and versatile character that rarely excels in any particular area, but can adapt to almost any given situation and escape almost any bind.

Shamelessly stolen from: @cxpedcrusxder Tagging: You, with the face owo

[fantasyfantasygames]

Sorcerer Cats

Sorcerer Cats, Magicat1666, 2017

The Warriors novel series, perhaps better known among middle-schoolers of a certain age as Warrior Cats, was extremely popular in the mid 2010s. So naturally someone wanted to cash in. I'd call it an homage or a tribute or say that it "pulled inspiration from," but no, it's a hack job. Sorcerer Cats was written by someone with no idea what Warriors was about. The clan names are almost the same, the locations are knockoffs,

First off, the characters in Sorcerer Cats are humanoid.

I know, right? Like, I don't feel like I need a "next off" after that.

Let's just get into the rules part. Sorcerer Cats is a bit OSR - it has the standard six attributes, levels, HP. It simplifies all saves to a 50-50 shot. No attack roll, just a "damage save". Combat works basically the same.

Instead of OD&D's usual four classes, we have Sorcerer (Wizard), Templar (Cleric), Songblade (Elf) (Elf was the warrior-mage half-caster class back in the day), and Treewalker (Druid). An unpublished supplement was to add a half-caster Cleric and a necromancer, where they totally fumbled the chance to use the word "Nekomancer" (thank you, Monstress).

The spells themselves are reskinned OD&D spells. Haste is Ferocious Agility, Detect Invisible becomes Scent of the Unseen, Speak with Plants becomes Hear the Wild, the cure-type spells require grooming, etc. Fireball, Lightning Bolt, and a few others are identical. There's no Light spell because you are cats and you can see in the dark.

Your characters explicitly have some cat-like abilities and drawbacks. You can leap very high. You get a bonus to stealthy actions, but if you're caught it's assumed that you forgot to hide your tail. This is accurate to life, can confirm. You get some minor bonuses based on your "race", like Maine Coon or Stripey.

...you know, I do sort of wonder whether Magicat1666 went into this with a more sincere homage, got a bunch of art where the artist Didn't Understand The Assignment™, and rebuilt the game the best they could around it. The art is very well-done, in a quite professional painterly style. It doesn't have any of the... for lack a better word, "bite" of the Warriors novel series. If I ended up with some really beautiful art for a game that I had different ideas for, and I couldn't just request a re-do, I might make this kind of change myself.

I was sadly too old to be in on the Warrior Cats craze, but what I'd really like to see is a heartfelt take on the "Young Wizards" series spinoff about magical cats. Diane Duane does a fantastic job with non-human characters (Mr. Athendë! K's't'lk!) and The Book of Night with Moon is just dripping with fun stuff to play around with.

[autobotdecepticonpeacekeeper]

AU Mon: Masterforce in TFP

I've got a bunch of tf ideas in my head, so I'm gonna start doing AU posts on Monday to share them with y'all. This week's is a TFP/TF Masterforce crossover, cause I recently started watching the latter show.

The Premise

Metalhawk and his crew (Lancer, Diver and Phoenix) were part of the crew of Autobots who were seeding Earth with energon, when they came across the crew of the Harbinger doing the same for the Decepticons, led by Bludgeon and backed by the Predacon clones Shockwave had created. The Harbinger was shot down, and the two sides joined in battle, with all cybertronians lost except Bludgeon and Metalhawk's crew. The Autobots then used the experimental/mystical power of the Master-braces to access the Masterforce and become Pretenders, taking human form and hunting down the Predacons (and inspiring many myths and legends in the process). In the end, it came down to Metalhawk and Bludgeon, who battled and severely injured each other, but retreated before either could strike a killing blow. They both fell into stasis, with a collection of Master-braces at both their sides.

Fast-forward several thousand years to Season 1 of TFP. The Autobots are scouting an area for energon, and have brought Jack, Miko and Raf along cause it's a low risk mission. The kids explore on their own and stumble upon Metalhawk's resting place and activate the Master-braces, turning themselves into junior headmasters and reviving Metalhawk with the energy surge. Metalhawk explains his story and joins the team, helping teach the kids how to use the Masterforce safely and wisely.

Meanwhile, not too far away, MECH is also scouting for cybertronian tech or biology, and stumble upon Bludgeon's resting place. Silas activates his own Master-brace, and Bludgeon decides to ally himself with the group, though his motivations to do so are unclear.

My Notes of the AU

AU starts between Operation: Breakdown and Rock Bottom, probably specifically between Operation: Breakdown and Crisscross, which in turn makes the latter episode more interesting with Jack and Silas having headmaster capabilities.

Jack's Headmaster form is Bluefire and his transtector is a blue truck with red flames. Miko's is Songblade, her transtector a pink and black sports car. Raf's is Radar, his transtector being an orange compact car.

Silas might also recruit two more Headmasters for his side, who could be two of the Destron Headmaster Juniors from Masterforce (Wilder, Cancer and Bullhorn), OR Sierra and Vince, for some interesting conflict among the kids OR two OC MECH soldiers.

Lancer, Diver and Phoenix are either dead and gone (which could be some nice angst for Metalhawk) OR they are all also in stasis, but their resting places have been lost to time, until someone stumbles across them during energon scouting, mining, or relic hunting.

That's what I've got for you guys this week. See you later!

[ryttu3k]

There's definitely some kinda metaphor here XD 940 tonight, 67,746 total. I think just one more push and we're at the end!

Session quote:

[...] "I suppose you've been hugging every tree in sight?" he quips, and Halsin laughs. "And a few shrubs," he says amicably, "We have planted many in Reithwin, and removed almost as many of those corrupted by the curse. A part of growing is also cutting out the dead wood, as well." Astarion makes a sound of agreement, thinks once, briefly, of Cazador, and lets his thoughts move on. "Well, I can't speak much of growing things," he says, voice dry. "Avernus is much more about 'attempting to stay alive while trying not to get in the middle of someone else's war', for the most part." A nod. "So Wyll has been telling me. Still," he adds, glancing across the clearing to where Wyll is demonstrating some of his new moves to Gale, "It is not simply about survival. He has found the part of himself that is adept at the path of the bard. Is that not a way of growth, too?" "That, or the way of that blasted songblade he found in the vault. It gave him ideas." Still, he says it with a grin. It hasn't been all bad. They had found a music box too; on quiet nights, insomuch as 'quiet' (and, for that matter, 'night') existed in Avernus, Wyll had taught him and Karlach how to dance.

[starrdio-art]

Aanaadiprem 'Ana' Sidzsuexzndp, Marilith Songblade and romance enthusiast! After spending her whole young life watching the Abyssal sky for signs of the alien divine, she fell hard for an angel that she managed to contact. After undergoing an excruciating journey to the Celestial Plane so they could be together, she was met with the army they tipped off more than happy to exterminate her. Falling down to the mortal realm, she crash landed on the front porch of Silas (played by Ghostingcraft on twitter), who she promptly began working for in his serial killer endeavors. I played this character in a lvl-16 oneshot battling against a cosmic wizard in a Denny’s bathroom. Fun fact, I homebrewed a background for her that i published as the ‘Hopeless Romantic’-- but wrote as ‘The Simp’.

Drawn May 2022.

[maximuswolf]

The Warrior-Poets - Songblade [hits]

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[ninehclls]

Tav was a fool. It was indisputable. Astarion had admitted that he'd planned his seduction, and even more he hadn't elaborated one bit on his motive for it. Even still he was taken by the brokenness in his voice and the way it carried itself, raw and disbelieving to his ears. By all rights he should've shoved him away; he should've felt angry and taken advantage of.

Instead he felt like his brain was leaking out of his ears. What little sense he had shuffled away somewhere, likely to resurface later when he was alone once more. Alone as he'd always been.

I don't know what I want. He'd sounded so angry when he said it, and under it more sure than he was willing to admit to himself. If Astarion didn't know, why had he crowded Tav against a tree in a way that barred escape? If he didn't know, why, why, why were those hands holding Tav's to his cheeks like he'd shatter if they fell away?

Why was Astarion looking at him like he'd hung only the most blazing stars in the sky?

Lips smashed into his own and the world fell away. No more distant music, no more crickets, no more babbling brook. Just teeth and fire blazing from where their lips connected to rest like a risen phoenix behind Tav's rib cage. A shattered sound fluttered at the back of his throat as he leaned into the claiming sweep of Astarion's mouth on his own, equally lost.

He felt teeth break the plush skin of his lower lip and lost himself further in the tilt of his own head, in the melding of something more than just their lips. Gods damn it all to the Hells, but he was pushing his tongue past weapons for feeding to steal away Astarion's frigidness and give him warmth. His hands, though captured, freed themselves just enough to burrow in ivory curls, claws gliding over his scalp and gripping lightly but with just enough force to reel Astarion in like a fish on a hook.

As if he were the hungry one - the one out for blood.

But Tav wouldn't bite. And despite his hunger he left the leading in this dance, just like their previous one, to Astarion.

If this was how it felt, let him be used - he'd be Astarion's songblade in the dark.

to be seen is an awful sort of thing, he thought. to be known is even worse, he decided. especially if it meant contending with the churning under his ribs in the space where a heart ought to be beating true. there was nothing like that for astarion but it was as if his body conveniently forgot that it was of the dead and that any blood that rushed through his veins was stolen.

it was not his blood that bloomed over his pale cheeks. it was not his blood that warmed him to his toes at the very thought of this horrible thing he refused to name.

terrifying, awful, horrible, so why did he want it so badly?

he should have torn into one of those wrists calling out to him, should have pinned tav to the tree and violently secured his destiny by taking, taking, taking by the cut of his knife-toothed, manic grin.

"you fool," astarion croaked weakly, and the only act of violence he would commit would be that against what he thought he had wanted so desperately.

the power he longed for was so easily wrapped up and given away one might wonder if he meant that he was the fool here, not tav.

they were going to ruin each other, he thought morbidly, not willing to consider that burning themselves down this way would lead to a chance to rebuild.

two hands lifted now to cradle the ones holding his face firm and for a moment it seemed it would be all astarion would do. he closed his eyes, took a breath he did not exactly need, and steadied himself.

then the dark lashes fluttered open and his crimson gaze seared into the two-colored eyes peering up at him. astarion surged forward and slanted his mouth over tav's with a ferocious hunger.

what was he trying to devour? a man's heart or his own?

[adarapaints]

Acute. Shes is a wizard, and here is the best part!! She is a Wizard who can’t read. She’s a demon fay. God she’s freaking fun! She’s owns a tavern, which is pretty cool. I think its in space or something. Acute is cool a shit.  Character does not belong to me

[uranusport]

Título: Sizígio Categoria: League of Legends (LOL) Personagens: Akali e Seraphine Formato(s): Spiritfanfics (600 × 400) Entregue para: @AllKDA_project e @illumitroxa

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[artilaz]

🔆 The future of the Sword Coast 🗡️

Nineteen years after the fall of the Absolute, it's time a new portrait is painted on the Ravengard estate, to immortalize the four young dukes and duchesses that have since been born to Grand Duke Wyll and his lovely wife, Lady Lythia.

From left to right: Isabelle Francesca (15), Ophelia Ilaria (10), Eirvin Aozhan (12), and Aymeric Ulder Ravengard (17), all of them the pride and joy of their parents and grandfathers alike.

Illustrated by the wonderful @nonalillie. Thank you so very much, it's been a pleasure to work with you as always! 💗

[askdragonbladetalon]

‘ were you singing? ’ - Laaska-vi-om

“You’re very kind to call it singing,” Talon said dryly, glancing sideways at the vastayan woman. He nodded after a second, chagrin touching his eyes at having been caught doing something so useless.“I’ve been told I need a hobby and I have a friend who makes beautiful music. I thought if I learnt a song to sing to her, it might – please her.” Move her. Touch her. Make her feel less alone, remind her that Talon thought about her even when he was not physically there. Show her that Talon was trying to learn her language, prove that Talon was taking an interest in what mattered to her.His motives were complex but the song that flew from his lips so sweetly had been simple. It wasn’t a Noxian song but a Shuriman one, and so Talon had sung it low and soft to try to avoid being overheard. Noxian songs were all war songs at heart – even when they sang of love, it was of a battle to be won with the heart a fortress that must be stormed. Noxian songs wouldn’t do and he didn’t dare sing an Ionian song. He could speak most of their languages well enough but to sing in Ionian was a different matter.He’d compromised on Shuriman, translating the words into Common as best as he could. The tale of the girl who faced down the whirlwind dervish, who sang it to captivity until it lay quiescent at her feet and took on a human form, was a tale of love and triumph and courage. It served the dual purpose of giving a story and a song at once, so Talon had chosen to learn the tune, then spent many nights figuring out how to change the words in a way that would still rhyme and make sense.“Did it sound off-key to you?”

[thechandraraj]

Sometimes I just feel like drawing friendship. 

[the-huntress-songblade]

The Owl and the Raven

Part 2

"I go by Reth." He said, offering no further details.

The huntress tilted her head to one side before looking at the satyr, then back to the man called Reth, "You are not one of Salis' hunting trainees... what is your mission?"

He tilted his head slightly, as if confused by her question. "I do not know any such person." Then he nudged the stirring leader, who groaned from his injuries. "My mission? Who needs a mission to hunt these abominations?" Then he blinked at her. "And what is your mission, you sound quite official."

Arrianna looked the man up and down before retraining her bow on the satyr instead, pausing only long enough to pull down her mask so that more than just her amber eyes was visible, "I am Nightstorm, huntress aspirant under Salis Ashenbow's cadre." She looked about at the various crystals, then back to Reth, "The satyr here have been performing Fel magick and it was my mission to collect at least one of these crystals so that we could discover their intents."

He lowered his hands. "Well then, feel free to take your fill. I have no interest in demonic jewelry." The smoldering satyr was groaning and gripping at Reth's boots, like he was struggling to pull himself up. Reth kicked his hand away. "If you don't mind, I'm going to have a conversation with our friend here about where his comrades are hiding. And he's going to be very helpful if he knows what's good for him."

Arrianna's grip on her bow loosened, the string coming to rest back in its ready position as she looked between the elf and his prisoner. She glanced about at the crystals she'd been tasked with collecting, then back to the satyr again. If she had the information from the leader of the satyr about the rest of the vile creatures... Salis would be sure to not only reward her but she also could show her parents that she didn't need to be a druid or priestess to be successful. With several long moments taken to get to this train of thought, she looked back at Reth, voice still stern, "You mind sharing? That information would be invaluable to our people, after all."

Reth the hunter arched an eyebrow as he stared at her, the satyr still uselessly clawing at the ground. "Are you asking to interrogate a prisoner together? Strange idea for a first courting." He said with a chuckle. "What do I get in return for sharing this information?"

Arrianna recoiled slightly, the look on her face clearly one of frustration at his mention of courting, "Excuse me? First courting? You're a bold one..." She pursed her lips together in thought before answering, "What would you want from someone like me... and don't think about cracking wise." Her bow was now back in its sling, but her polearm was at her side, the blade so sharp it looked like it could shave the hide off the satyr before them in a scant second.

He held his hands up apologetically. "Relax, huntress, I was only jesting." He pushed the satyr with his foot, rolling the creature onto its back. "Since I assume you wish to know the information to hunt the satyrs yourself, how about you agree to leave any valuable items they may possess to me." There was a small sound of his stomach growling. Spending so much time in solitude, honing his skills and hunting demons was not precisely a lucrative career decision.

Arrianna looked the man over again, catching the sound of his stomach in her sensitive ears. She frowned, looking back to the satyr before nodding, "Of course... assuming the items are not helpful to my superiors, they are yours." She turned her attention to the satyr, baring her fangs at the creature as he stirred. "Looks like this one is about ready."

Reth planted his foot on the demon's chest, none too gently. "You heard the lady, demon. Speak. Tell us where your disgusting comrades are." The demon managed to raise and turn his head slightly, the better for him to fire a glob of fel-glowing spit onto Reth's boots. "So rude... suppose I shouldn't be surprised." He drew one of his blades and held the tip down against the satyr's throat. "Lets try that again... with a little more civility." The demon unleashed a stream of demonic, what could only be insults.

Arrianna watched the exchange in silence. With a quiet inhale, she grabbed her polearm and brought it to the satyr's foul hide, making a two-inch cut on his arm, drawing blood and a sharp hiss from between his teeth. But she seemed unfazed by his reaction, saying only, "I'd suggest you answer his question, foul beast... and every time you don't, I'll add another cut... a single one won't kill you, but you won't last past the thousandth."

The hunter glanced up at her with a bit of surprise at her ruthlessness. Reth pressed his foot down harder. "It seems my new friend here is even less in the mood for impoliteness.” The satyr swore again and began to speak, entirely in demonic. And though his words were unintelligible, he turned a charred arm and pointed northwest, seemingly in the direction of the woods at the western base of the mountain. "That wasn't so hard was it?" He removed his blade and his foot and turned to the woman. "Any other questions?"

Arrianna thought about it for several moments before shaking her head, "No... no, I think not." She tied her polearm to her back before moving to tuck the glowing crystals in the vicinity into a leather satchel.

The satyr had a momentary look of relief. A look that was short-lived. Reth nodded and looked down at the demon. "Thank you." His sword sliced through the air and cut across the demon's flesh, trachea, and arteries. Blood flowed from the wound and pooled around his body as jerky thrashes overtook him for a moment. Then his strength gave out and he fell still. "Been hunting this one for three days,” Reth mused.

Arrianna's face held an impressed expression, and she looked him over again as she tied the satchel to her waist, "Only three days? I wasn't even sent here for him... just the lesser satyr. Salis will be quite impressed that we got to one of the leaders." She tilted her head again, looking Reth over in confusion, "How is it you don't have a superior officer to report to?"

He arched a brow again, equally confused and amused by her question. "Because some of us have no interest in following along like a child. I'm quite fine pursuing my own goals, on my own schedule." He paused for a moment, blinking. "And what's this about 'we'? Did we become partners at some point?"

The huntress made a scoffing noise at him, hands landing on her hips, "I'm sorry, did I confuse us as being of the same people? Can't imagine why I would've done that." She stared at him for several long seconds and retorted, "And using 'we' is just a... a habit, I suppose..." She frowned, looking the man over again, taking in the full sight of his form wrapped in worn leather armor.

He sheathed his blades at his belt and moved to spy around one of the tents at the rest of the camp. The satyrs seemed to have assumed he'd escaped into the woods as the camp was mostly empty save a few sentries left behind. "Yes, well, my 'people' aren't really my people. So you might say I'm better off on my own. Now, WE should probably make ourselves scarce before they come back even angrier."

Arrianna blinked as he started looking about the rest of the camp, and gave a nod, following after him quietly, "Yes, you're probably right."

Reth glanced over his shoulder as she followed him, then quickly stood and made his way out of the camp, heading west.

She had little trouble keeping up with him, pausing only to grab more crystals on their path - she knew the fewer the satyr had, the more advantage her people could get over them, however small that might be. But as they walked, her mind was on something else... something he'd said. "Thank you." she offered simply as they made their way west.

The hunter looked over his shoulder as she spoke, making their way around the shore of the lake. He looked mystified. "For what?"

"For sharing... you didn't have to do that."

He shrugged, as if it didn't seem like a big deal to him. "Uhm... you're welcome. It’s just information, as long as you're not going to get in my way, I don't see the problem... and I'd prefer if you not tell any one of your... superiors about me."

Arrianna frowned more, tugging her hood from her head so she could shake out her short silvery-white hair. Her golden eyes shone back at him confusedly, "What exactly is your issue with our people?"

He cleared his throat as they walked through the forest paths, toward the northern woods. "Those people have an issue with me. They think me corrupted simply because I refuse to hide timidly in the trees. Fine with me, I can get more done without 'orders'."

Arrianna tilted her head to the side, brow furrowed deeply on her visage, "Why would anyone think you corrupted? You are as talented a hunter as any of the rest of us... perhaps more, considering how quickly you located the leader of that group of satyr." She sounded genuinely confused as to why anyone would feel alienated against him. She thought about it further, remembering the look in his silver eyes and suddenly wondering where she'd seen that look before.

He remained silent for a moment, a bit longer than he usually took to answer. "Because they seem to think that hiding like frightened children is preferable to employing ALL possible weapons in order to drive the terrors from our home. Stormrage was right to turn the demons' power against them... and they call him Betrayer."

At this Arrianna blinked in surprise, staring at the hunter's back as they stopped in their walking. "... you... I know where I've seen you... I saw several of you whispering amongst yourselves some weeks ago... something about the Stormrage brother... the one who traded away his sight." She frowned again, jogging to stand before him and look at him more fully, her tone both stern and reassuring, "There's nothing wrong with seeking to destroy our enemies, you know." Her piercing amber gaze was unwavering as she looked back at him, her youth betrayed with her face fully visible - she could not be much more than three hundred years old, barely past her Coming of Age. Her facial tattoo still looked fresh on her face, framing her eyes like the feathers of an owl.

He glared at her from beneath his mask and hood, and after a moment finally pulled both free to reveal his smooth face and mane of messy, shoulder length black hair. "Yes. And a waste of time. Some of the more... zealous followers seem to believe they can break Illidan from his prison... a fool's errand. I would rather seek out his source of power directly." He paused in his explanation as he looked over the girl, apparently younger than him by a small amount. "You would think that would be true, but apparently leaving ourselves vulnerable is a fine price to pay to remain 'honorable'... which I'm sure the thousands who've died appreciate."

Arrianna looked taken aback at the hunter's brazenness. And at his overall physical wildness. But seemed ensnared by his sharp mercurial gaze. It took a few times of her mouth opening and closing before she said, "That... that's exactly right! Where our elders continue to try to stick to outdated traditions... where someone like me should be dressed in a priestess' garb and singing prayers to the White Lady, or at the very least training under her father to follow in the footsteps of Cenarius' teachings, to be of any value to society... why must we hide and remain passive in our pursuit of safety and happiness in life?!" She looked him over again, a slight hint of color painting her purple cheeks. "You... you said your name was Reth?"

He nodded along, seemingly impressed with how agreeable she was. "Reth'lazar. The whole thing is a bit much. Reth is fine." He cleared his throat again. "Nice to meet someone who seems to see some sense. Besides, I don't think you'd look as good in a priestess’ robes." Then he raised his eyes as if he were trying to look at himself. "Not that I can talk much."

Arrianna smirked at his comment, shaking her head. "No, that's... I think you look just fine." Even as she said it, she averted her amber gaze to one side awkwardly, glancing back up the path they'd been walking. She looked back at him curiously, hand motioning toward Hyjal, "Where, eh... where do you call home? Near the base?"

He ran his fingers through his wild hair, as if somewhat surprised at the compliment. "Thanks. And... not exactly. I live wherever I find a piece of cover to sleep beneath."

The huntress took a turn to run her gloved hand through her own hair, glancing up the path, "Well, Reth'lazar... I still need to turn these crystals in to my superior... are you hungry?"

"Reth, please. Ahem... I suppose a meal wouldn't go amiss."

Anna smirked again, nodding, "Well then... my name is Arrianna. Arrianna Nightstorm. And I'm inviting you to dinner. As thanks." She looked back up the path, "The glade a little further north is where I call home... and anyone who helps hunt the satyrs is welcome."

He nodded with a slight grin. "So long as you don't plan to try and recruit me, I'll be glad to accept."

"Psh." She chuckled and shook her head, "I'm not an officer, I'm just an aspirant... a trainee. I'm a nobody."

He moved to follow her this time. "I don't think that's likely."

[abysel]

a little rundown of my d&d ocs under the readmore!

alaric tanmer. (elf.) a roguish swashbuckler, duelist famous for his charm and cocksure attitude. on an almost eternal chase for new a new rush. played by: matt smith.

arno krauser. (human.) leader and usurper of the largest shadow syndicate of the continent. hides their tragic past behind smiles, and a mask. played by: maxim baldry.

cagliostro. (hobgoblin.) a wizard who thinks very highly of himself, usually seen coasting courts around the continent and delivering unwanted advice. played by: n/a.

charles “chuckles” stang. (goblin.) what happens when a goblin turns out to be interested in humans, and decides to adopt their lifestyle? well, he gets kicked out of course. but becomes one hell of a druid! played by: n/a.

croaker. (kenku.) a mythical figure in gaea, the croaker is known as the all-speaking kenku. they bring wares, and will tell the future to those they meet. played by: n/a.

erron ashwood. (human.) paladins are known for their heart, and loyalty to a cause. erron couldn't keep standing for the lies of a king he did not love. played by: david oakes.

gaius, the songblade. (halfling.) the bard, the glory-stealer. few don't recognize his ballads when they hear them, and those who do, wonder if they've heard them before. a hero? maybe not. played by: ralph fiennes.

goodfellow. (warforged.) discarded and forgotten, he was never given a name. his creator called him "good for nothing", he heard "goodfellow." played by: n/a.

issac aedne. (human.) zealots forsake their lives for their king. and who once was a farm boy, became a machine of terror for his king and god. played by: ewan mitchell.

mordred farron. (human.) the inquisitor's abandoned one and only successor, called up to his duty mere months after tragedy struck his life. played by: tom glynn-carney.

orion thales. (human.) leader of his band of wandering mercenaries, orion's life is full of nothing but revelry and brawls. dubbed "the storm lord's fist." played by: mark rowley.

sosara malanie. (half-elf.) the top student and researcher of the magic arts in the realm, or so people would call her, if she ever got out of her chambers. played by: cate blanchett.

steel-spines. (dragonborn.) his husband was his peace- without it, he's nothing more than the monster they made him out to be. and he will make them pay. played by: n/a.

viggo. (half-orc.) a legendary warrior, a mercenary who has slain over 100 men in a single battle. he's seemingly disappeared from the public eye, and retreated somewhere. played by: amar chadha-patel.

voxander “vox” orlesi. (changeling.) sometimes, wearing other faces... makes you forget your very own. who is he, really? nobody knows. not even himself. played by: donald glover. [main fc.]