#Sorin whispers

[sorinbds]

hii, Sorin!!

I wonder if you could write Luka acting vulnerable with the reader🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭being the prince of the stage must not be easy at all and I just want to pamper him love

-Miri <3

Luka x reader

N/A:I completely agree, being the prince of the stage must not be easy.Remember that my glasses are lost and that is why there will inevitably be spelling errors.I will correct it in the future

The room was tinted with dull colors, the only light came from a candle that was threatening to go out. You sigh softly with the weight of Luka's head resting on your lap, his soft gold hair. His eyes reflected the flame of the candle, while his breathing was faint.

At first, luka had been skeptical of you stroking his hair. He rarely had the luxury of relaxing and trying to forget about the scenario he was created for, but you had convinced him to take a break from his practice, currently his eyes were closed and his usual tense features were relaxed. He seemed so relaxed that you were afraid to make any movement.

Your fingers trace soft circles on his soft hair, trying not to ruin his peace of mind. You couldn't hide the happiness of seeing Luka with a calm expression. These last few days had been difficult since his opponent had hit him violently.

The light of the candle was dying so you try to get up gently so as not to wake up Luka who had already been visiting the land of dreams for a long time, you move Luka's position to stand up. When you were at the foot of the candle, you grabbed a lighter to light the flame.

Behind you, a faint whisper stopped you in your tracks, as you turned, you looked at Luka's eyes open, his deep eyes looking at you through the darkness.

-Are you leaving already? -His voice was somewhat low as if he were murmuring, sleep was still noticeable in him.

-I didn't mean to wake you up - you said softly, taking a step towards him. He moved, gently sitting up and stretching his arms out as a sign that he wanted to return to your arms.

You return to the bed with a slight smile, his arms around your waist, his head on your shoulder, his eyes open slightly, before he closes them completely.

"Stay," he said, whispering as if it were a secret between you and him, and in some parts it was.

and you did it, embraced by its quality

[thehighladywrites]

Azzie, I think your mom is super hot…

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ Pairing: Azriel x reader, Rhysand makes a cameo, Cassian is mentioned, and Azriel’s milfy mom is the star of the show

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ Summary: Azriel introduces reader to his mother for the first time during Solstice. She develops a tiny crush on his mother and he finds the whole thing funny. Rhysand reminisces about the time he and Cassian called Azriel’s mom a milf and got their asses kicked. fluff, crack, so cute, az mom is just- wow…

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ Author’s note: Listen, I wrote this in the span of about an hour so it’s not really a masterpiece but I still love it. Also this is so relatable bc Azriel is canonically beautiful, like drop dead gorgeous and we all know he didn’t get it from his ugly ass father, so I headcanon that his mom is identical to him, resulting in readers innocent crush on her.

Azriel looked at you with disbelief as he closed his dropped jaw. “ You have a crush on who now?”

Nervous laughter escaped you as you averted your gaze. Azriel had disclosed that his mother was alive, when he caught onto your habit of referring to her in the past tense. Unbeknownst to others, she was alive, with only Cassian and Rhysand knowing. After Azriel spilled that he usually spends Solstice with her, Sorine, his mom, went all out, cooking up a feast when she learned he was bringing his mate over for the first time. The moment you met her, you were totally floored, and your face lit up like a festive candle.

She was a carbon-copy of your mate and they were equally beautiful. It was like looking at a female version of Azriel. Her looks paired with her kindness and caring nature made you develop a tiny crush on her.

"Well, look who Azriel brought to brighten our home! Come here, both of you. I've been eager to meet the one who's captured my son's heart."

Smiling, you and Azriel exchanged glances before approaching her. "Thank you for having us. I've heard so much about you. It's truly an honor to be here." Azriel softened by a hint of a smile, added "Mother, It's about time you met the person responsible for bringing some light into my life."

Azriel's mother, Sorine, observed you for a moment, a twinkle in her eyes. "My, Azriel, you didn't mention just how beautiful your mate is. You've got a good eye."

You, feeling a bit bashful, stammered out a heartfelt thank you, your cheeks warming. And it certainly didn’t help when she gave you a hug, her scent reminding you of your mate. Azriel, standing beside you, couldn't help but chuckle at your adorable blush, whispering, "Told you so," as his mother's compliment lingered in the air.

Presenting her with the basket of treats and gifts, you eagerly explained each item when she asked. " Heavens, thank you so much, sweetie. What a thoughtful gift," she exclaimed, kissing your cheek and flashing you Azriel’s infamous smile. Heat prickled your face, you averted your eyes, replying, "Oh, no problems, Ms. Sorine." Her heartfelt laugh filled the room, and she insisted you called her Sorine when you returned to the dinner table to start the meal.

Azriel noticed you squirming at dinner, not being able to fully look in Sorine’s eyes. Curiosity peaked in him, resulting in him pulling you aside when she went to prepare dessert. He gripped your chin and waited nervously for you to answer while a million thoughts ran through his head.

Was it too early to meet her? Did you like his mother? Why did you not keep eye contact with her? Was this a mistake?

All of his unease dissipated when you confessed to him about your unexpected, lighthearted crush on his mother.

“It’s embarrassing because I don’t want her to think i’m weird but I kinda have a teensy, tiny crush on your mother. Look, it’s no big deal but she is so beautiful and hot and I can’t help it. She’s so kind to me and I love her so much. And no wonder you’re a stunner, you totally stole your looks from your her.”

Azriel couldn't help but burst into laughter at your confession. Seeing the humor in your silly crush, he reassured you with a warm smile, "Don't worry, love. It's adorable, and I'm flattered. My mom will probably find it amusing too. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

Amused, Azriel gently cupped your face, his eyes filled with affection. "Besides," he continued, "it's endearing that you're so genuine. My mom will love you for who you are, crushes and all." He leaned in for a tender kiss, trying to ease any lingering unease. "Just be yourself because she started loving you the moment I mentioned you. She also threatened to do not so nice things to me if I ever hurt you."

A sigh of relief mixed with joy escaped you as Azriel's mother walked in, bearing a tray of delightful desserts. The atmosphere lightened, and you gradually let go of any remaining awkwardness. Engaging in conversation, you found a genuine connection with your mate's lovely mother.

As she shared stories, advice, and warmth, you felt a growing appreciation for the woman who had played a significant role in Azriel's life. Her care and protective instincts became evident, and you couldn't help but hold her in high regard for what she and Azriel went through. This shared moment cemented a bond that went beyond the initial nerves, leaving you grateful for the wisdom and love she gave.

As the evening wound down, and the shared laughter and stories reached their natural end, you exchanged heartfelt goodbyes. Standing, you gave Azriel's mother a warm hug, expressing gratitude for her hospitality and wisdom. She reciprocated with a genuine smile, her eyes reflecting the warmth of her soul.

Azriel, too, embraced his mother, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. The love and protection woven into their connection were palpable. Together, you left, hand in hand, carrying the echoes of a memorable evening filled with laughter, reassurance, and the comforting embrace of family.

The door closed behind you, leaving the night to cradle the shared moments as you ventured back to your own home, hearts full and spirits lifted.

————-—————-————-

In the days following the dinner with Azriel's mother, you found a moment to catch up with Rhysand. Curiosity tugged at you, and you couldn't resist addressing the unspoken aspect of the evening.

"Rhysie," you began, a playful glint in your eye, "I couldn't help but notice you didn't mention anything about Azriel's mother's beauty. I mean, come on, it's like a family trait."

Rhysand chuckled, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Well, dear Y/n, I've learned that when it comes to Azriel's mother, some things are better left unsaid. Besides, beauty, as they say, is in the eye of the beholder."

You rolled your eyes, sensing there was more to his response since he always gave a weird poetic expression whenever he was trying to deflect. "Spill, Rhys. I know there's a story there."

With a theatrical sigh, Rhysand leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Let's just say Azriel has a well-deserved reputation for being quite protective. I may have complimented his mother once, long ago, and let's just say he made it clear that some subjects are off-limits. Actually, me and Cassian called her a milf and he beat us up.”

You burst into laughter, imagining the stoic Azriel fiercely defending his mother's honor.

"That sounds about right, atleast I know what not to call her.”

Rhysand winked, "Smart move. Now, any more family secrets you want to find out about, or shall we leave the mystery intact?"

With a smile, you decided to leave the mystery for another day, content with the warm meeting with his mother.

[deadvnstudios]

oh no! i got into a argument with the romanceables and they said something so stupid that upset me! how do they apologize? :3

"H-hey. Can you just... come to my room tonight? I… I have something I want to show you."

Upon entering Tempest's room later that evening, you're immediately struck by its uncharacteristic cleanliness and the candles meticulously arranged along his shelves. They cast a warm glow over Tempest, seated on his bed with legs crossed, cradling a guitar in his lap. He proceeds to serenade you with a song, personally composed for you, by him. The performance is brief, encompassing only a single verse, and as the final note fades, Tempest asks you to forgive him.

"Oopsy-daisy, baby's breath. Iris-pectfully apologize. Please forget-me-not… and uhm… Look. Bad puns aside, what I'm trying to say is… I'm sorry for upsetting you."

The morning after your fight, you find Vein lingering outside your room, a vibrant bouquet of your favorite flowers in her hands. Before you can react, the flowers are crumpled against your chest in a crushing embrace as Vein pulls you into a whirlwind hug. The world blurs as she spins you round and round, leaving you with only two choices:

a) vomit from dizziness or

b) accept her sincerest apology

"Fine, I messed up. Happy? Now pick your apology – but you only get one, got it?"

Insisting that you would be unable to sleep until she apologized, Mary storms into your room in the dead of night, jarring you from sleep. Taking advantage of your grogginess, she pins you to your bed and fans out the thin, crumpled slices of paper clutched in her hand. She orders you to select one. On each slip of paper, a different IOU is written:

IOU a full day of doing whatever the hell you want to do

IOU a movie night where we watch all of your favorite trash movies

IOU a letter detailing all of your least annoying traits

IOU a homemade dinner of your choosing (...but cooked by Noel, he owes me)

"Darling dearest, how much longer will you leave me to linger in the hall? My night will be frigid, unbearably bothersome as I shiver on my lonesome without you by my side….could you find it in your heart to forgive a fool? At least one foolishly in love?”

You sigh as Mona continues to dramatically plead at your bedroom door, talons tapping incessantly against the wood as her anxieties begin to emerge. As you finally open the door, she rushes in and nearly tackles you to the ground. Trapped within her hold she noisily smooches over the entirety of your face, cradling you like you’re something precious. Irreplaceable. You two will have a serious talk in the morning, but you’ll spend the rest of the night tangled together, cuddling under the sheets as she whispers into your ear every reason she fell for you to begin with.

“Beloved, the affliction of affection ails me; my world becoming insipid and dull in your absence. In having wounded you, I have wounded myself. I will eagerly bleed my heart dry in repentance if it can’t beat beside yours. I would give you all of myself to see you smile at me once more. Please, return to me tomorrow. I miss you.”

The note Sorin slipped under your door is littered with a stray tear mark here and there. Your heart aches as the the crooked letters, scribbled on hurriedly, bleed across the page from the dampness. When you go to find him the next morning, Sorin eagerly intertwines their fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles as they beg for your pardon and your company. The two of you plan to take a nap in the sunlit garden, but you have to silence Sorin with a kiss as he prattles on, praising your character.

”Wait…I…please. Hear me out.”

Noel heaves against the doorframe, one arm holding open the door you’d planned to shove close. Though his ears burn in shame, he requests that you join him that evening for dinner. In his room. Alone. When you arrive you’re taken aback by the makeshift candlelit dinner set up on a picnic blanket on the floor. Noel sheepishly lights a candle, letting you know that he’s prepared your favorite. He doesn’t want to talk while the two of you are hangry.

[haydenigmatic]

You are the King’s third child, a Princess/Prince third in line to the throne of the eight kingdoms,Third in line to the throne, you have nothing to worry about , well of course you have your lessons but not as extensive as your brothers because your older brother is the heir and even if something happened to him, there is your other big brother.

Maybe you will be a pawn for your father in a marriage alliance, However, who knows what the future holds, something or someone could ensure that your dynasty will be nothing more than dust and you will have to fight for the throne as the heir apparent, or maybe you won’t have to fight at all…

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RO's intro post: ✸ Aurelia/n✸Damon✸Doria/n✸Hanniel✸

               ✸ Jasira✸ Nesrin ✸ Odette ✸ Sorin ✸ Verena ✸  

Play as a Princess/Prince of a powerful dynasty.

Variety of dialogue depending on your gender

Find love among nine characters of whom two are gender selectable

Manipulate, or genuinely care for your people

Bond with creatures that used to be extinct

Blurry the line between good and bad

Form alliances to win the crown

Do anything to survive at court

♢ Lady/Lord Aurelia/Aurelian Mezzei (She/her - He/him) 2 years older than MC

Aurelia/n is a proud and skilled adventurer with a free-spirited nature, always yearning for new experiences and the freedom of the open road. Beneath their composed exterior, they possess a kind heart and a rational mind, but can become a formidable force when provoked.

"The world is a tapestry, woven with threads of wonder and complexity. With each step, I strive to unravel its mysteries and add my own vibrant colors."

♢ Lady/Lord Doria/Dorian Muriel  (She/her - He/him) 3 years older than MC

Doria/n is a complex and enigmatic individual, shrouded in a veil of cynicism and guardedness. Their ruthless actions and lack of remorse paint them as a hardened figure, while their hidden heart of gold and capacity for loyalty reveal a deeper layer beneath the surface. They navigate life with a cautious scepticism, harbouring deep-seated wounds and a relentless desire for self-preservation.

"There's no room for sentimentality or second chances in my life. Once you cross me, there's no going back."

♢ Hanniel (Connell) Almlinger  (He/him) 4 years older than MC

Hanniel is a chivalrous and principled knight, driven by a strong sense of justice and an unwavering dedication to doing what is right. Despite the shame he feels as a bastard, he possesses a warm and compassionate heart, and his experiences have shaped him into a resilient and empathetic individual.

"The measure of a person's worth is not determined by their birthright, but by the content of their character."

♢ Lord Damon Lavone (He/him) 4 years older than MC

Damon is a charismatic and ambitious knight, driven by a relentless pursuit of glory and recognition. His privileged background as the heir to the second wealthiest man in The Eight Kingdoms, combined with his natural talent and captivating presence, has made him a captivating legend and a force to be reckoned with. Beneath his confident exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective nature, willing to go to great lengths for the ones he loves.

"To be ordinary is a fate worse than death. I was destined for greatness, and I will leave my mark on this world. Remember my name, for it will be whispered in awe and reverence."

♢ Lady Jasira Oursbar (She/her) 2 years older than MC

Jasira is a fiercely independent and outspoken individual, unafraid to challenge societal expectations and fight for what she believes in. As the daughter of a northern duke, she defies the traditional role of a lady, embodying strength, determination, and a rebellious spirit. With a background rooted in nobility, Jasira carries a deep sense of loyalty and a strong connection to her heritage, guiding her actions and shaping her unwavering pursuit of justice.

"I'd rather live a life of freedom and danger than one of safety and confinement."

♢ Lady Nesrin Parovus (She/her) 1 year older than MC

Nesrin is a cunning and intelligent individual, skilled in the art of manipulation and strategic thinking. Born into nobility as the daughter of one of the seven dukes, she exudes grace and elegance while harbouring a hidden depth of ambition and determination. With her background of privilege and a mind shaped by political intrigue, Nesrin is a formidable force, always three steps ahead in the game of power.

"There's nothing more satisfying than outmaneuvering someone who thought they had the upper hand."

♢ Lady Odette Lavone (She/her) 1 year younger than MC

Odette is a compassionate and idealistic individual, driven by a strong sense of empathy and a desire for justice. With her noble background as the daughter of one of the seven dukes, she possesses elegance and grace, often regarded as the epitome of a court lady. Her genuine kindness and unwavering devotion make her a steadfast ally and a beacon of hope in a complex and sometimes treacherous world.

"Love is not just a fleeting emotion; it is a profound connection that binds us together. With each beat of my heart, I choose to love fiercely, fiercely enough to change the world."

♢ Sorin of Soirsa (She/her) 2 years older than MC

Sorin is a resilient and resourceful individual, shaped by a challenging past as an orphan and a former courtesan. With a guarded demeanour and an independent spirit, she navigates the world with a keen intellect and a knack for survival. Beneath her tough exterior lies a tender heart yearning for connection, a hidden vulnerability that only a select few are privileged to witness.

"Life may have dealt me a difficult hand, but I'll play it with audacious grace, turning adversity into art."

♢ Lady Verena Sarpe (She/her) Same age as MC

Verena is a captivating and ambitious noblewoman, known for her seductive allure and calculated strategies. Born into a distinguished family, she carries the weight of her tarnished reputation and navigates the intricate web of political power with cunning and determination. Behind her enchanting facade lies a complex soul yearning for genuine love, battling her own insecurities and the shadows of her past.

"Love is a delicate dance, and I have perfected the steps. But be warned, for the fire that burns within me is as treacherous as it is enchanting."

[courtofcrescent]

In a Eurydice and Orpheus situation, who'd look back and who wouldnt?

Good day, Tragic Tale Anon! Ahh... one of tumblr classic asks that I love 🩶

MALLORY knows that a deal is dangerous, especially a deal with such powerful beings. He knows not to mess with such a volatile arrangement, any misstep could have catastrophic consequences. He recognizes that turning back or second-guessing could unravel everything he has worked for, so his eyes are fixed firmly ahead. Whatever happens won't falter his steps. Mallory won't lose in this perilous deal of life. You'll soon be back in his embrace. And back you are.

VIVIAN marches down with the intent of dragging you up. If the condition is not to look back, then she'll obey until the very end. Every step she takes is deliberate and measured as she moves forward with a single purpose—to end this journey as she meticulously planned. Your deafening silence only strengthens her resolve, she will definitely solve this challenge. And as the journey reaches its climax, it'll conclude just as she intended, with you safely back in her care.

ELLIS is resolute, determined to follow the path laid out before him. But, just like in the tragic tale, he succumbs to temptation—the fear of losing you again, of never knowing if you're still there. In a moment of weakness, just a few paces before his goal, he turns his gaze, desperate to catch a fleeting glimpse... and seeing you gone from his sight hits him with crushing force. His fate is sealed. Soon, he'll join you in those bleak world. Soon, even death itself can't keep you both apart.

SORIN tries desperately to not look back. But it becomes harder and harder as she hears nothing behind her. Doubt gnaws at her, a treacherous whisper that grows louder with every silent moment. The silence behind her grows too deafening... and she freezes in horror when she accidentally makes the fatal mistake. She screams, beg, and cry, pleading for a way to undo her mistake. Over and over, she will blame herself, again and again and again and again—

E̴N̵I̶G̵M̸A̷ wo̷n̵'̵t̷ ̴wa̴n̸t̴ to̴ ̷p̴l̴ay̸ ̵by̵ ̷t̵h̵is̶ ru̵le.̵ ̶

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"Oh, you have no idea what you've done." Lord Tarquinne strides into the hall, throwing the doors open. His eyes are scathing, even from a distance, glaring daggers at the cocky young Praetor currently enchanting the councilmembers with his victorious tall-tales.

They were laughing, each one holding a goblet of wine of the highest caliber, it seems. A celebratory scene, one would think - they sure did. Except the current situation was nothing to be celebrated.

In the center of the group, the noble boy looks up at him, mocking arrogance and pseudo-disbelief reeking from his voice "Is that so?"

The older man sighed, exasperated, now standing right in front of the table. The councilmembers fell silent, all eyes turned to him, though Praetor Lorcan seemed particularly amused. Tarquinne answered, "Yes, it is."

Lorcan rolls his eyes, throwing his arms out wide, with a cackling laugh as if he just heard a fine joke. Some of the councilmembers, perhaps out of fear or out of a wish to fall in his good graces, hesitantly joined in, though they seemed unsure why he was laughing.

Finally, the Praetor took a deep breath and a long sip of wine, before retorting, still smirking "Oh. I get what you're talking about." He says, realization dawning on him but not harming his confidence. He continued proudly, mockery in his voice "Still, I feel the need to ask: why do you think so?" Lorcan chuckles, gesturing dismissively "After all, she's just a girl! She's no threat anymore."

Lord Tarquinne's face was unreadable, and he took a step forward. What few councilmembers had joined in Lorcan's mocking display had long since fallen silent once more.

The older man slammed his hand on the table, rattling the cutlery and startling a few of the noblemen. Lorcan still stared up at him lazily, sipping his wine as if bored. "That 'girl' won a duel against one of my finest knights when she was only thirteen years of age. That 'girl' is the daughter of Cerys Reikar - the most dangerous man in the realm." At that, Lorcan's easy smile began to fall, being replaced with a frown, uncomfortable at the reminders "She follows the Oath of the Sword by the book. Sorin knows more ways to kill a man than you ever will."

Hushed whispers filled the table. All here knew those words to be the pure truth, as much as the cocky commander of the guard refused to acknowledge it. Tarquinne moved away from the table, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to find the patience to continue, "And you, stupid child, just hurt the person she loves the most in this world. Worse yet, you let her escape. With a dragon."

Lorcan scoffed, indignant, "I was trying to send a message -"

The other cut him off before he could finish the sentence, voice calculated, "And you did indeed send a message. A message that you're unfit for your position and that your choices can bring jeopardy to everything the Inquisition stands for." Tarquinne's sentenced ended in what was practically a yell, booming in the hall, before he took a deep breath and paused.

The gathered nobles were silent as a grave, and Lorcan's eyes burned with rage at his faults being exposed to his 'adoring crowd'. However, his arrogant facade was beginning to falter, dread peeking through into his expression.

Tarquinne addressed Lorcan, and though he asked a question, it was more than clear that it rather was a statement. "Do you seriously think that Sorin is going to stand down after you tortured her betrothed to the edge of madness and killed his sister?" He couldn't keep the sheer disbelief and impatience out of his voice at that, much like a teacher scolding a troubling child. Lorcan said nothing, and the older Lord shook his head. "No. She'll be coming for your blood, and I won't be the fool standing in her way."

It was clear the young Preator didn't want to show weakness in front of his followers. Still, his face was visibly paler, and his rings clattered slightly against the wooden table as he placed his hands upon it, steadying himself, "Then what should I do now then?"

His voice was provoking, carrying an underlying tone of disdain that wasn't unnoticed by any of the others in the room, especially not Tarquinne, but he still seemed to wait for an answer rather nervously.

Tarquinne sighed, "Now, fool, I will do what you should have done in the first place - I'll send my men to kill Sorin Reikar and the wildmage you drove mad before they come for us. And you had better pray neither of them find you before my men find them."

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The History of Starkovia: A Land Shrouded in Darkness

Starkovia, once a land of rich beauty and prosperity, now lies forgotten under a dark, impenetrable fog. But how did this desolate place come to be? To understand Starkovia’s tragic fate, we must go back 400 years to its origin as the country of Ebia, and the bloody conflict that reshaped it into the cursed land it is today.

The Arrival of the Mortreans

400 years ago, the Mortreans, a nomadic people, wandered across the lands of what was then known as Ebia. They were a fiercely independent group, longing for a place to settle after generations of living on the move. After searching far and wide, they found the underpopulated region of Ebia. To them, it seemed like the perfect home, rich with resources and unclaimed by any powerful empire.

However, the native Ebians saw this sudden invasion as a threat. Though their population was small, they were not willing to give up their land without a fight. What followed was a gruesome war between the Mortreans and the Ebians. Over the course of many bloody battles, the Ebians were decimated. Their homes were destroyed, their armies crushed, and their way of life annihilated. The Mortreans emerged victorious, but at a great cost.

The Rise of Sorin Starbán

The leader of the Mortreans was King Sorin Starbán, a wise and powerful ruler. Sorin had led his people to victory, but unfortunately, he did not live to see the fruits of his conquest. He passed away unexpectedly, not on the battlefield but due to illness. His death left the kingdom in the hands of his two sons, Darius and Theo. With their father gone, the brothers were tasked with governing the newly conquered land of Ebia, which they renamed Starkovia after their family's lineage.

At first, it seemed like the Starbán brothers would rule well together, but tensions quickly grew. Theo, the younger brother, was beloved by the people for his charisma and fearsome presence on the battlefield, while Darius was more reserved and calculated, preferring to keep to himself. As time went on, rumors of jealousy and betrayal began to spread.

The Tragic Fall of Theo

It wasn't long before these tensions boiled over into violence. One night, Theo was found dead in his chambers, and whispers of murder began to circulate through the court. Many believed that Darius had killed his brother in cold blood, seeking to consolidate his power over Starkovia. However, no one could prove it. Darius, now the sole ruler, took the throne, but his reign was far from peaceful.

The Dark Fog and the Curse of Starkovia

Soon after Theo’s death, strange things began to happen. The skies grew darker, and a thick, supernatural fog descended upon the land, surrounding the borders of Starkovia. No one could leave the country unless they were of Mortrean blood or specially chosen by the king. Trade ceased, crops began to fail, and the people of Starkovia were plunged into famine.

Legend has it that Darius cast a powerful spell, summoning the fog as a form of punishment for his people or perhaps as a way to protect his reign. But whatever the cause, Starkovia became isolated from the outside world, and the once-vibrant land fell into decay.

Darius himself became increasingly absent, disappearing from public view and leaving the country to govern itself. Some say he became a recluse, driven mad by guilt or the dark magic he wielded. Others whisper that he is still alive, lurking in the shadows of his castle, waiting for the day to reclaim his power as a vampire lord.

Starkovia Today

Now, Starkovia is a land on the brink of ruin. Its people live in constant darkness, barely clinging to survival as they starve and wither. The fog has kept them trapped for 400 years, and the sun hasn’t been seen since. What was once a proud kingdom has become a forgotten wasteland, and the legacy of the Starbán family lies in ruin.

As Starkovia’s past slowly fades into myth, its future remains uncertain. But one thing is clear: the darkness that plagues this land is more than just the absence of light—it is the shadow of the sins committed long ago, and the weight of that history still looms over the land and its people today.

If you're interested in learning more about Starkovia and how Darius fixes the horrendous mess he made, you can learn about it in my book King of Dust, which is available for preorder today!

Link is in my pinned post.

[the-starry-raven]

ATWGD Chapter 2

TW: Violence, blood, swearing, angst, threats, google translated Russian and Portuguese

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Character(s): Miguel "Rio" Costa (oc), Mykyta "Night" Kravchenko (oc), Malakai "Jaws" Aukai (oc), Sorin Blackwood (oc), Cyril "Atlas" Drakos-Carew (oc), Zephyr "Achilles" Drakos-Carew (oc), Aurelie "Voodoo" Madden (oc), Amos "Coyote" Rojas (oc), Jacob "Thunder" Sterling (oc).

Rio was cursing as he tried to focus on finding Sparrow, he had no luck with any of his flybys. “Shit…” He whispered as he then heard his radio crackle to life and a spark of hope jolted through him before it faded when he heard the familiar voice of his captain.

“Night to Rio, any lucky locating Sparrow or her crash site?” Mykyta’s voice rang over Rio’s side of the radio. The pilot reached over and clicked the button so he could reply, but paused and removed his finger. “Rio, do you copy?”  His voice crackled as he spoke to the Brazilian man.

“Negative. I haven’t been able to find her, but I did spot smoke. Not sure if it’s an enemy camp or her crash site.” Rio spoke up as he clicked the button again, his voice was shaky as he tried to calm his nerves while trying to focus on the mission.

“Roger that, pull back and regroup for the day. We’ll take a break before searching on foot. It’ll be too risky to fly now that they know we’re here.” The Ukrainian man ordered before he switched lines to inform the rest of the team. Rio switched himself over to the team’s line and listened.

“Voodoo, Rio, Coyote, and Jaws. I’m gonna need you four to search where Rio saw the smoke, Northeast. Atlas, Thunder, Achilles, and myself will head Northwest. Everyone got that?” Mykyta ordered over the radio. Rio stayed quiet for the moment but he agreed with that idea.

“You gotcha, Capt.” A Cajun woman spoke up. “We meetin’ up at the coordinates or will I have to find Jaws, Coyote, and Rio?” Voodoo joked as she spoke. “Watch it, Madden. We might sneak up on ya.” Coyote spoke up with a snicker. 

“Quiet, Rojas. We’ll meet at the coordinates so our resident vampire can patch anyone up.”

“You heard the captain. Get your asses back here, I wanna know who needs shit done before we get split up.” The resident vampire, as they liked to call Sorin, spoke up with a chuckle. The medic was always fun when it came to jokes like that.

“Jaws ‘nd I should be there in no time. His radio is shot.” Thunder spoke up and the sound of their teammate cursing in the background about how he was lied to about his radio being waterproof. It got a cackle from Coyote and Voodoo.

“I’ll catch the two when they swing around, it won’t be worth it to just go ahead when it’ll be safer with them. Power in numbers.” A deep masculine voice spoke up with a heavy Greek accent, Atlas managed to startle Rio when he spoke. 

“Damn it, Atlas. Can’t be scaring me like that…” Rio spoke up as he found the makeshift base they were using and prepared to land. He didn’t realize how far he had been flying until now. “Already there, beat you all there.” He tried to joke.

“Oh c’mon! No fair you got a damn jet.” Thunder grumbled, causing everyone else to laugh, even Jaws; he still was pissed about his radio though, but it was a good distraction for the man. “I’m still fuckin’ grounded.” The Oklahoman huffed.

“Keep it up and you will still be grounded when we get back to base, Sterling. Hurry your asses up. We’re wasting the darkness with this chit chat. Rio, so see Sorin and load up on medical supplies just in case.” Mykyta snapped as his voice crackled with the static of the radio. 

“Yes, Capt…” Thunder sighed before his radio was silent.

“On it, Captain.” He replied before he removed his finger from the button to focus on landing. When he did land, he hopped out of the jet and stretched. He wasn’t used to the night flying, that was Sparrow’s specialty not his. He didn’t complain though, especially considering she was the other captain of the team. “Sorin!”

The raven haired medic poked their head out of the medical tent to see who it was before they sighed. “It’s just you, Rio. Come in and get what you need.” The heterochromatic eyed medic hummed as they disappeared into the tent once more, leaving the tall ginger to follow them into the temporary medical area they had set up.

Sorin was packing things into their own bag, back to Rio as he packed what he needed. The raven haired enby must’ve seen the look in his eyes before they had turned his back. They thought about whether they wanted to say what was on his mind or not. They decided to say it.

“We’ll find her, Miguel.” They offered him a soft smile, hoping to give him some sort of hope so he wouldn’t be so sad.

Rio didn’t even look at them as his only response was a small hum, he didn’t know what to say now. Anything he tried to piece together in his head to say all sounded like something that didn’t fit the situation or just didn’t sound right to him. Sorin could tell that and was quick to add onto what they said.

“You don’t need to reply, I was just putting that out there… It helps to have hope when looking, and besides…I know she’s still alive. She’s a…tough cookie as Voodoo and Jaws would say I believe.”

Rio chuckled softly at Sorin's attempt to copy or well borrow a saying from their American teammates. “Yeah, that she is… Mykyta would agree, he’s known her the longest after all.” He spoke quietly, he was a lot less enthusiastic without his partner at his side. 

Sorin shifted their gaze over to the taller man beside them before their eyes caught the very man he had just been talking about. “Mykyta, how’re you doing?” They asked the captain as he walked in. Rio looked over and went quiet.

“Doing okay, but I’d be better when we find my second-in-command. All of us would.” He spoke up as he glanced at Rio, he could see how this was affecting him so much already. “The others should be here soon, do we have enough medical supplies to go around just in case?” He asked the medic.

Sorin nodded as they looked at Mykyta. “We do, but I’ll need to restock whenever we get back to base. I’ll be wiped clean after this.” They replied as they glanced over at Rio again. “I’m worried about him, Mykyta…” They whispered to him, the Ukrainian nodded slowly. The two continued to quietly discuss to each other, Rio piping up once and awhile to add his own two cents.

That was until they heard the familiar voices of their teammates, seeing two of them before the others due to their heights. Atlas and Achilles both spoke quietly to each other, while Coyote, Thunder, and Voodoo were talking about who knows what. The others besides Jaws could barely understand them due to how quickly they were talking and their Southern accents didn’t help shit with the translations.

“Alright, I’ll do a roll call just in case and then we’ll go over the plan and what to do if we find a clue.” Mykyta spoke up after he walked out of the tent, Sorin and Rio following behind him. The others looked at their captain and went quiet. “I’ll call last names and you know the rest.”

“Aukai,” Jaws raised his hand. “Blackwood,” Sorin raised their hand. “Costa,” Rio let out a small hum in response. “Drakos-Carew,” Atlas and Achilles both looked over, replying with quiet ‘here’s. “Madden,” Voodoo gave a small wave. “Rojas,” Coyote grinned and gave a nod. “And Sterling.” Thunder hummed as he waved a bit. “Alright we’re all here. Now the plan is simple, we find Sparrow and divide into our teams. If we find any clues, radio the group and we’ll shift directions. If you find enemies; take one or a few as hostages. We’ll need information to find Artamova.” He looked at everyone, earning nods from the team.

“Just a reminder of teams and directions. Rio, Voodoo, Coyote, and Jaws to Northeast. Sorin, Atlas, Achilles, Thunder, and I will be heading Northwest. She’s somewhere North as that’s the last direction Rio was with her. We need to find her as quickly as we can, we don’t want her to be any more injured than she already is and we don’t want information to get out; not that she’d say shit anyways.”

‘But what if she was already way more injured than she was from the crash? What if they already…’ Rio had to shake his head a bit to snap himself out of spiraling down into those thoughts. He damn well knew Sparrow was alive, he knew she’s been through worse. He was just worried about not making it in time when they did find her. He didn’t want to lose her, not yet. 

Mykyta and Sorin made sure everyone had everything that they needed before they left and there they went. One team going Northeast and the other going Northwest. Would this work? No one knew, but it was going to take time and an observant eye to spot any clues. 

Rio, Voodoo, Coyote, and Jaws kept an eye out for clues as they headed to the direction of the smoke that the pilot had seen. It was about three to four hours until they made it to the source. It was in fact a jet crash, one that Rio knew all too well as he had helped and spent hours with Sparrow fixing and repainting the outside of the jet. It was hers, it had Sparrow’s touches to it. 

“...Simplesmente ótimo…” He murmured, Coyote walked over close and gently patted the pilot’s shoulder and was about to say something before he was interrupted. Thunder had found something, but not just anything; footprints. Sparrow’s footprints. Voodoo and Jaws had gone up ahead and found something else, the group ran over after following the footprints and found signs of a struggle.

“There’s tire tracks about nine meters away, someone for sure took her. Might be who we were looking for in the first place.” Jaws spoke up as he looked at the group but mainly the now eerily quiet Brazilian man. Voodoo was looking at the tracks and deciphered how long since they’ve been made and which way.

TRANSLATIONS:

Simplesmente ótimo - Just fucking great

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Last Line Tag

Thank you, as always, @macabremoons for tagging me here<3333

“You told me to learn my place,” I whisper, hissing the last sound. “It is a pity you did not know yours. My name is Isadred Thereugenet, eldest daughter to the king you serve. My place was under your protection. My place is here, above you, while you kneel. Sir, I am no bandit girl, but had you respect for such women too, you would not have thus disgraced yourself.” I stand, and add with a glance back, “Do tell Lord Aedred of me. Tell him I am travelling to Ryeneth, very much alive, and that (bandit king) is a liar and a fool.” I disappear into the crowd and nearly bump into Sorin. “You good?” he asks quickly. His hand is still on his sword. “Yeah, you?” I breathe. He nods. “Let’s go,” he grabs my hand before anyone else can spot us.

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Neon Dynasty Kami- wait hang on

Are we still on Innistrad? I thought we did Innistrad last time. Excuse me while I review the previous post.

***

Yes, it seems we started Innistrad, but I got sidetracked by talking about all the corrupted angels from Shadows block. Odd. When I try to remember the process of writing the last post, there aren’t any specifics, just this... warm, hazy thrum. That’s probably fine, right?

Anyway.

INNISTRAD: MIDNIGHT HUNT + CRIMSON VOW, CONTINUED

Henrika Domnathi (art by Billy Christian)

It really is so easy to make vampires hot, isn’t it? Like there’s a formula: take a pretty woman, give her opulent clothes, put a little trickle of blood from her mouth as a crack in the facade of controlled civility, right, just to indicate that she may look like nobility but is in fact a decadent animal, and then give her a wine glass full of blood and have her hover a bit. There you go: buttons pushed, hotness achieved.

Henrika, Infernal Seer (art by Billy Christian)

Oh, by the way, Henrika apparently drinks demon blood exclusively, which is a cool character detail I thought you should know. There is something very Mardi Gras about this whole look, which just makes me want to reread some of Caitlín R. Kiernan’s New Orleans short stories. Actually, you could do a very interesting Innistrad reskin using Kiernan’s mythology, their dog-like ghouls and Southern vampires in houses with decaying wallpaper. Wizards of the Coast did a bunch of alternate versions of cards from Crimson Vow as Dracula characters - I’m imagining something similar with Jimmy de Sade as Sorin, Salmagundi as Avacyn, and so forth. Free Secret Lair idea, if Wizards want to make a product with a target audience of one.

MUCH LIKE THAT WHOLE PARAGRAPH. LET’S MOVE ON, PLEASE.

Gisa, Glorious Resurrector (art by Yongjae Choi)

You know, there is something really compelling about a woman who is passionate about her art, even if that art is raising the dead. Not a lot of fun to be had on Innistrad, generally speaking, but Gisa is having the time of her life: bloody cleaver, picnic basket full of hands, horde of adoring undead, evil shovel. Some respond to the horrors of Innistrad by retreating to the safety of ritual or religion, hiding in their hamlets, hands gripping axe or torch, mouths set in grim hope. Gisa responded to the horrors by saying, “I could do your job better, actually,” and it is working out great for her. Apologies to Olivia Voldaren, but Gisa is Innistrad’s premier girlboss and it is not close.

Bat Whisperer (art by Jodie Muir)

I’m sure the other vampires get judgy about how Sabrina’s always getting fully contoured and dressed to the nines just to go lounge around on rooftops with bats, but frankly she has captivated me with her #AutisticGirlSwag. I am so excited to learn all about the difference between bat species in Nephalia and Stensia.

Saryth, the Viper’s Fang (art by Igor Kieryluk)

There aren’t any gorgons on Innistrad, so Saryth has decided to DIY it. About eighty percent of the sex appeal here is the massive, luminous constrictor. That’s not just me, right? Igor made the snake really hot, right?

ANYWAY, YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE CROSSBOW SEGMENT OF OUR SHOW.

Apprentice Sharpshooter (art by Steve Prescott)

Personally I think it’s good to have to watch out for spikes when you kiss a pretty woman. There’s a lovely textural contrast between cold pointy metal and the softness and warmth of fur and skin. More spikes on women in 2023, please.

Bloodthirsty Adversary (art by Heonhwa Choe)

Yes, like that, exactly! Spiked pauldron, spiked hips, double crown of thorns, and we’ve escalated to two crossbows. She will kill you, unfortunately, but you’ll get to experience several interesting and different piercing sensations on the way out.

Sawblade Slinger (art by Joshua Raphael)

And speaking of escalation, um. Look. We can argue about whether the Fuck-Off Buzzsaw Hurler is technically a crossbow, but I hope we can all agree that it is an Effective Visual Metaphor for the best goddamn strap game in Innistrad.

THIS HAS BEEN THE CROSSBOW SEGMENT OF OUR SHOW. THANK YOU.

Creepy Puppeteer (art by Marie Magny)

If you’re not at least curious about what it would feel like to get double-teamed by a lovely hammer-wielding maniac and her mannequin duplicate, you might be reading the wrong blog. Hey Marie, this is pretty good, but can we get the horny turned up a couple hundred percent?

Blood Hypnotist (art by Marie Magny)

Amazing, thank you so much. Where to even begin with this? I don’t know exactly what blood hypnosis entails, but I would very much like to learn. The dominating eye contact, the blood-soaked talons, the coy little heart in blood on her previous victim’s face (”previous” because what this image communicates above all else is “you’re next,”) fat braids straining against their prison of riveted leather strips, the way the outline of her head irresistibly suggests a praying mantis head (that one’s just for me, thank you!), and - why not - fat tits into the bargain. Honestly, the only thing that could possibly make this any hornier would be the visible bulge of her thick cock, which I’m sure they only didn’t do because this game is 13+. Then again, they printed this card as-is, so I guess Magic: the Gathering is real educational, huh? Tap lands, cast spells, make friends, feel things about card art you can’t yet identify but which will shape whole swathes of the rest of your life.

Alright, that’s been Innistrad, a welcome change of pace from almost two years of mostly-neutered art. Thanks for going on this journey with me!

NEXT TIME: CYBERPUNK, ART DECO, AND TAMIYO'S HOT GIRL MAKEOVER COMES AT A TERRIFYING COST!

[missallanea-aa]

While it's no secret that Ashiok has spent much of their time in Theros, they remain a Planeswalker and as such have explored the far reaches of the multiverse. Here's a quick run-down of their thoughts on the Planes they've visited :

ALARA : was unfortunately not able to visit this Plane prior to the Sundering. Delights in Grixis but has otherwise spent little time here.

AMONKHET : visited some time before the War of the Spark. Was intrigued by the potential of the Trials, but this turned out to just be another colosseum of men killing men. No inspiration to be found.

ARCAVIOS : attempted to reach Strixhaven, but found that it was not quite so easy to breech. Children are full of potential in so many ways, but it seemed Vess was not so foolish as to let the school exist without her personal breed of protection. Disappointing.

CAPENNA : oh, Capenna. Homeplane of their dearest Elspeth, but beyond such a promising ingenue, has little to offer them. The invasion of the Phyrexians is distant memory ( prior, of course, to the Invasion of the Multiverse ) and many citizens are too busy chasing Halo to really have much to play with. Still, they find themself here now and again.

DIRADEN : a plane of eternal twilight, ruins, rot, and fog. If Ashiok didn't know better, they might have believed this to be their homeland. Far less intruiging now that the dark shroud has been destroyed by Chandra Nalaar. Tsk, tsk. Pesky firebug.

DOMINARIA : come now: every Planeswalker worth their spark has made their way to Dominaria at some point. They only wish they could have seen it before the Mending era.

ELDRAINE : a more recent delight of theirs, Ashiok was pulled to this realm by the whispers of the Wicked Slumber. Such noble intentions... such foolish aspirations. Of course, with the spell lifted, they've since withdrawn from Eldraine... but that isn't to say they will never return.

GARGANTIKAR : what can really be said about it? Everything is large. Purely a scientific visit with nothing to be gained.

INNISTRAD : one would think that a nightmare would find more delight in a plane that seems solely inhabitited by werewolves, vampires, and other horrors. But what things do the dead really fear? Of course, they would still love the chance to... pick Sorin Markov's mind.

KALDHEIM : really just a brief blip on their radar. It's much the same to Theros, in that there's something purely human about their warriors. They could certainly play around here for some time, but nothing has intruiged them enough to keep them here.

KAMIGAWA : ever since Kamigawa entered the Neon Dynasty, Ashiok has had little interest in visiting. Perhaps androids do dream of robot sheep, but what fun is there to be made with bits and bytes? Of course, Tamiyo would certainly have made an interesting plaything... shame.

MEDITATION PLANE : also known as Bolas' Meditation Realm and the Prison Realm. Ashiok has been here. When, why, and for what remains a mystery... but given who is housed in this eternal prison, we can assume it wasn't anything good.

NEW PHYREXIA : previously known as both Argentum and Mirrodin. What fun they had here, twisting the nightmares of the Grand Praetor herself. And they didn't even know if Phyrexians were capable of nightmares. Of course, this nightmare may have given Elesh Norn a particular hatred of Elspeth Tirel... but that need for vengeance? What a human desire for a Phyrexian to have.

RAVNICA : Ashiok was, in fact, present in Ravnica during the War of the Spark... although what role they ultimately played, they've thus far shown no interest in revealing. Not their favorite plane to visit, due to the density of the population.

ZENDIKAR : much like Dominaria, this is considered something of a mecca for Planeswalkers. A plane that is home to large sources of mana, now healing from the devistation left in the wake of the Eldrazi titans. Rarely visited these days, in hopes of avoiding running into any of the Gatewatch.

[oops-prow-did-it-again]

“I wanted to speak to you in person,” Avacyn cut him off. She was still staring at the statue.

That seemed to give Sorin some pause. He was silent for a moment. “Alright,” he finally settled on. She heard his footsteps shuffle across the stone floor as he came to stand beside her, then rested a cold, cold as death hand on her shoulder. Softer, he asked, “What ails you, Avacyn?”

She stiffened her body under his touch. Part of her wanted to shoulder his hand away, but another part of her thought it too rude to do so.

When she didn’t answer right away, Sorin seemed to trace her gaze. “It is only a statue of you,” he whispered. “The humans commission such constantly. I requested one such like it. Does it bother you?”

“No,” she spit out her reply a bit too quickly. But she was lying. It did bother her, to see her visage in stone, in Sorin’s own chambers.

If Sorin noticed, he made no comment, only a mildly thoughtful hum.

Avacyn finally turned to face him. Setting a firm gaze upon him, her eyes burning orange in the gloom of his chambers, she calmly said, “I want to know about Nahiri.”

The air in the room changed in an instant. Sorin backpedaled, and then started to stalk in circles again. “No,” he growled. “No, Avacyn. I am not talking about her.”

“Why not?” Avacyn demanded, whirling to face him. Prickles of aggravation crawled up her spine. “Why, Sorin?”

Sorin. Not ‘Father.’ He looked as if she might have struck him.

[deadvnstudios]

[ ASK - SORIN'S FAVORITE FLOWER ]

"Hm... all flowers serve as profound, whispered reminders of beauty's ephemerality. Yet, it is wisteria in possession of an embittered beauty that holds court within my heart. With blooms of cascading violet tears, it symbolizes that which we must forsake, inviting us to shed what no longer serves us. It is through this embrace of impermanence I have discovered everlasting solace."

[haydenigmatic]

Sorin (so-rhin) of Kilmeden

Step into the world of Sorin, where every performance is a carefully orchestrated act, and every con holds the promise of both risk and reward. Her story unfolds in the labyrinthine streets of Soirsa, where veils dance, secrets whisper, and the cities themselves become stages for the elaborate performances of a life lived in the shadows.

For her face claim I'm still on the look , this portrait (inspired by the character of Esmeralda of The Hunchback of Notredame) kinda reminds me of Kristine Froseth. For the voice I would say Cree Summers (Kida from Atlantis the lost empire) or Penelope Cruz.

Family Dynamics:

Marlan - The Foster Brother: Her bond with Marlan is a mixture of shared survival and genuine camaraderie. They found each other in the gritty streets of Soirsa during their early years, forging a connection that goes beyond blood. Marlan, quick-witted and agile, is Sorin's partner-in-crime, and together they navigate the intricacies of their nomadic life. Their unspoken understanding and the shared weight of their pasts create a profound sibling bond.

Shevy - The Mentor and Father Figure: Shevy, a seasoned con artist, serves as both mentor and father figure to Sorin and Marlan. Having taken them under his wing when they were still navigating the harsh realities of life in Soirsa, Shevy imparted his knowledge of the art of deception and thievery. His guidance went beyond the tricks of the trade; he instilled in them a code, an unspoken set of rules that, despite their illicit activities, set them apart from ruthless criminals.

Some details about her:

Memorable Quote: "People like us, we don't get happy endings. But we can make the most of what we have."

Sorin and her foster brother, Marlan, communicate in a silent code using hand signals and glances during their scams.

When in a new city, Sorin seeks solace on rooftops, finding comfort in the panoramic views that temporarily distance her from her past.

Traveling between the 12 principalities/countries/districts of Soirsa with Marlan and Shevy, only staying long enough to make a profit before moving on.

Her lively companion on her adventures is Jinx, a mischievous (capuchin) Crown-tail monkey with a fascination for shiny objects.

Sorin follows a moral code; she refrains from stealing from those who can't afford to lose.

Trust doesn't come easy to Sorin; she carefully assesses individuals before letting them into her inner circle.

Having once been forced to work as a courtesan, her past is marked by torment, but her resilience and skills have helped her survive.

Sorin's talent lies in the mesmerizing "Dance of the Five Veils," a performance that draws admirers from all walks of life.

Though she's adept at blending in, a faint Kilmedian accent occasionally reveals her origin to keen listeners.

She was bestowed with the name Sorin by the house mother. This name, like a veil, concealed the remnants of her previous existence and marked the inception of her life as a courtesan.

Once prosperous merchants in a bustling city, Sorin's parents faced ruinous debt due to unfortunate events. A ruthless creditor, seeking retribution, sent masked assailants to storm Sorin's home one night. Unable to repay, her parents were mercilessly murdered, leaving Sorin as the sole witness to the consequences of financial ruin.

A heartless slaver seized the opportunity, abducting the grief-stricken Sorin. Sold into slavery, she became a mere commodity, her innocence shattered as she navigated the brutal realities of captivity. Forced into a life where survival meant mastering adaptation, Sorin's spirit faced the crucible of hardship.

A wealthy patron purchased Sorin, thrusting her into the world of courtesans. Trained in entertainment, seduction, and charm, she became a pawn in the games of the rich and powerful. Behind the lavish façade, Sorin concealed scars of her past, forced to wear a mask of grace and sophistication to survive.

Once believed she had escaped the clutches of slavery when a powerful man, professing love and marriage, bought her. However, it was a cruel ruse; he sought to exploit her talents for his gain. The illusion of love shattered, leaving her trapped in a different form of servitude.

Realizing the betrayal, Sorin, fuelled by the bitter taste of deception, sought liberation. It was her foster brother, Marlan, and mentor, Shevy, who orchestrated her escape. With their cunning skills, they shattered the chains of illusion, allowing her to break free from the clutches of a man who feigned affection while intending only exploitation.

The experience left her scarred, not just physically but emotionally. She had felt genuine love for the man who merely saw her as a tool for his ambitions. The betrayal deepened her mistrust and cemented her resolve to rely on Marlan and Shevy, the only constants in a life fraught with deceit.

I may have added way more but I needed to add context guys.

[lord-of-innistrad]

Shadows of the Multiverse

Chapter Five

Tessa marched along the branches of Realmbreaker at the head of a column of hundreds, no, thousands of Phyrexians. Her former home, Innistrad, was her target. She would see it conquered for the glory of Phyrexia.

The advance party had done good work, she noted, when she arrived. Thousands more waited for her, including a moondrake. She marched through the camp, giving orders. A detachment went to Nephalia, to the territory of Ludevic. With them went the great moondrake.

Tessa knew full well what the defenders of Innistrad would throw at her. The undead. Hordes of them. Dividing Ludevic and his stitched creations from the other defenders would be priority.

Calmly, she ordered that the moondrake and the Phyrexians that had come with her would hold back unless absolutely necessary or until Ludevic was found. Then they could destroy his laboratory.

Continuing down the line, another grand host would be sent to the greatest of the plane's defenders. Sorin in Geier Reach. She would lead this army herself. Failure was not an option.

***

Tessa soared high over the mountains, directing the marching army through passes and into towns. Phyrexians fell by the dozens, over cliffs and into entrances to places where demons lurked, but for every troop they lost, they compleated many more, until, at the end of the day, they finally reached the first vampiric estate.

The compleated walker landed now, to avoid giving herself away. She barked a command in Phyrexian, and the column fanned out into the valley the Maurer Estate was contained within.

The wards of the estate stretched into the sky. A brute of a Phyrexian werewolf came up to Tessa. "The breakers are in position. Awaiting your command."

And command Tessa did. The Alabaster Host beat on the metal of the fence viciously, but the wards held in place.

Ballistae fired from the broken windows of the manor and into the crowd, impaling many Phyrexians.

Tessa knew these wards would withstand an army of Cathars with their blades glowing like silver in the light. But could they withstand her?

A swirl of spirits arose from the dirt.

"Murderer!"

"Horror!"

"Beast!"

"Alchemist!"

The spirits shrieked their insults, furious at being used in this fashion. Tessa began crying tears of oil as she slammed the spirit force into the wards. The spirits very narrowly disobeyed, but Tessa overrode their unruliness and forced them to her will.

The wards broke and Tessa let the spirits dissipate. "For the glory of Phyrexia..." she whispered to herself, steeling her resolve.

The Phyrexians marched in and had their first clash with the defenders.

Tessa observed from her perch as vampire after vampire fell one by one. And she cried.

For the glory of Phyrexia indeed.

[westeroslive]

when  the  sun  rises  in  the  west,   the  gods  eyes  are  drawn.  may  the  seven  have  mercy  upon  you  as  we  welcome  you  to  court,   lady ceryse baelish, princess sorin dagareon, lady mirella lannister, lord daeron zalyne !   now  a  victim  of  the  court,  the  bards  compare  your  beauty  to  im jinah, giovana cordeiro, zoe kravitz, aaron fontaine   as  you  play  the  game  in  the  midst  of  seasoned  nobles.

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࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         im jinah,  31,  cis woman,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  CERYSE of  house  BAELISH NEE REDWYNE,  the  RULING LADY  of  DREARFORT.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  CHARISMATIC  and  MANIPULATIVE in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  hosting parties and games.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  ; a face and figure blessed by the goddess of beauty, ; mesmerizing and enthralling others with stories and humorous wit, ; a fertile womb constantly rounded with life, ; the life of the party, ; a cunning mind not only used for creative gaiety but also for secretly high ambitions, ; tricking another to do one's will through honeyed words and alluring bargains . the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THEMSELVES, HOUSE BAELISH, HOUSE REDWYNE.     (  ooc  :  garnet,  29,  she/they,  gmt+8  ) *taking up theomar's wife wc

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         giovana cordeiro,  27,  cis female,  she her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  SORIN  of  house  DAGAREON,  the  PRINCESS  of  PENTOS .  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  FREE SPIRITED  and  STUBBORN in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  hobby.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  whispers on the wind of the gods, pale purples and pinks of the setting sun, prosperity and bounty melded from ivory and gold.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with    THE  EMPEROR  OF  ESSOS  .        (  brooke  :  24  she/her,  est  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         zoe kravitz,  35,  cis female,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  MIRELLA  of  house   LANNISTER NEE HARLAW,  the  RULING LADY of  CASTERLY ROCK.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  INTELLECTUAL and  CUNNING  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  hobby.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  grey skies over head with rocky crags below, wine stained fine cloth , figure perched up on a rock as they admire the view.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE HARLAW/ THE  TARGARYENS     [ taking up pen pal connection for helaena zalyne ]     (   brooke  :  24  she/her,  est

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         aaron fontaine,  34,  cismale,  pronouns.    announcing  the  arrival  of  DAERON of  house  ZALYNE  ,  the  LORD of  BRAAVOS.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  STRATEGIC  and  COCKY in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  hobby.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  purple harbor in bright of twilight, white foam cresting on pebbled beaches, lord of the tide and tempest .  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE ZALYNE / THE  EMPEROR  OF  ESSOS  .         (  brooke  :  24  she/her,  est  )