#The mute bard. (Vyn)
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Simpler character tag dump under the cut
The lab rat. (ilia)
The runaway. (Jackson)
The delinquent. (Emily)
The nephilim. (Talia)
The seer. (Iris)
The mutant. (Melody)
The goddess of healing. (Eir)
The frogman. (Liam)
The deckhand. (Samantha)
The phoenix. (Vale)
The freckled bard. (Alya)
The changeling. (Emilia)
The rainbow. (Neon)
The healer. (Asami)
The brawler. (Ikari)
The rose. (Thorn)
The nightmare. (Yume)
The illusionist. (Gensou)
The athlete. (Kiki)
The violet spider. (Viola)
The whale shark. (Ai)
The mute bard. (Vyn)
The beastkeeper. (Dawn)
The scout. (Cullen)
#The scout. (Cullen)#The beastkeeper. (Dawn)#The mute bard. (Vyn)#The whale shark. (Ai)#The violet spider. (Viola)#The athlete. (Kiki)#The illusionist. (Gensou)#The nightmare. (Yume)#The rose. (Thorn)#The brawler. (Ikari)#The healer. (Asami)#The rainbow. (Neon)#The changeling. (Emilia)#The freckled bard. (Alya)#The phoenix. (Vale)#The deckhand. (Samantha)#The frogman. (Liam)#The goddess of healing. (Eir)#The mutant. (Melody)#The seer. (Iris)#The nephilim. (Talia)#The delinquent. (Emily)#The runaway. (Jackson)#The lab rat. (ilia)
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The skies were tinged a sickly fel green, with violet, violent stormclouds bringing forth azure lightning. Anasterian hugged his journal close to him as he ran through Silvermoon’s streets, letting out a cry as an infernal crashed through a nearby tower.
The bard was panicking, his heart racing to leap out of his chest. His eyes were wide with fear, shining with silver tears that he couldn’t have dropped if he wanted to, and his mind was numb with death looming over it. His cloth boots rang out against the white paved streets with every stride he took, feet running raw against the material as he pushed on. Anasterian’s jade eyes flicked up as a tall, crimson Eredar’s gavel was sent effortlessly through a building down the street, and fel-stalkers began to claim their prizes. A desperate cry left his lips as he gripped his book tighter, ducking down another alley. It felt like right now, it was the only tangible solace the Bard had, gripped behind white knuckled fingers. Has he progressed down the alley, it became darker, and darker still as the man felt like he was running for an eternity, going nowhere in plenty of time. The sound of fel powered engines still roared around him, threatening to raze the buildings surrounding him. Anasterian sobbed softly as he finally found a courtyard to find respite in, ears flicking up in joy as he saw a familiar council member looking around wildly for something beyond the fountain. “Lord Vyn!!” Anasterian cried, smiling as he began to rush over. Finally, someone that could take charge, someone with higher expertise that would know what to do! With a hopeful smile, Ansterian reached the council member, putting his hand thankfully on the man’s bare shoulder in greeting. Then the world fell dark again, the skies ripping open as the stars bloomed with the void. From where Anasterian’s hand lay, a dark, creeping corruption spread from Vyn’s shoulder to his chest and beyond. With a wrenching cry echoing the ships above, the man’s vibrant green eyes fell pitch black, black and sanguine ichor leaving the man’s body in a flood of pain. Anasterian’s scream left his mouth silently as he staggered back, the weight of the world seizing his heart as his superior fell to the ground. From the pool of drained life bubbled a new form, slowly growing and coalescing into the cackling form of a deep orange Doomguard. Even if the bard could understand the demonic tongue, the garbled words of doom echoing from it rooted the man to the spot. Finally those tears were allowed to fall, as did Anasterian to his knees as he hugged his book tightly. Streaks of past memories flashed across his vision, all swimming together with the lashes of fel fire burning around him--The Sunwell’s light leaving his people, that deep set hunger clutching his very soul, the despair as his entire family succumbed to the loss, their innate magic loosing upon whatever they so desired in a mindless rage. Claws emerged as skin withdrew from long nails, jaws open in slacked ravaging desire. A final, loud scream left the bard as the world calmed, thrust out of his nightmare. He woke, throat raw from the sudden yell, in the plush confines of his master bed, surrounded by the familiar violet sheets and golden pillows. Tears still clung to his cheeks as uncontrolled sobs left the bard trembling from his own depraved thoughts and twisted visions of what he’d thought he’d abandoned long ago. Holding a pillow close, all Anasterian could do was shove his face into the cushion to mute his desperate pleas to the air that everything would be alright. Oh, the fear of falling apart. Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart.
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Made the student witches
Was gonna make student Cullen too but didn't like the hair choices.
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Vyn is in the square, playing for tips as usual. They chose one of their more upbeat and fun songs to dance along to as they played, and hopefully attract more attention to them.
Veggi is sitting holding a hat that has some snails along with some trash people tossed in there to pretend they gave something. Veggi loved listening to Vyn play music, she also enjoyed Vyn writing music to play and the silly frustration they put on while writing. She knew the songs usually had lyrics and wished Vyn could sing them, knowing how badly they wanted to.
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Vyn spent their weekends playing music for tips to help their grandfather in the day market. Veggi sat down beside them, holding a hat for the snails to hold while Vyn cast their spell to summon their violin. Their violin was specially painted, the bow a light blue, the instrument itself a light purple. They looked to Veggi and smiled before taking a quiet breath and raising the instrument to their chin.
Vyn then began to run the bow across the strings, their fingers moving elegantly across the neck as the music flowed freely. They were playing a lovely piece they had written, not using any magic, just bowing with their heart and soul. They feel the music flow through them with each note, Vyn hoped the audience could feel it too. They may not be able to speak, but their music clearly showed their emotions and love for their art.
Vyn finished their piece gracefully, hearing a few scattered claps and bowed politely as thanks as a few people tossed a couple snails into the hat. Veggi smiled proudly up at Vyn as they caught their breath.
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🎤 Vyn
Waiting In The Wings - Eden Espinosa
"Who cares how loud the silence rings? You'll find me waiting in the wings."
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Tag dump 6
People talking without speaking // people hearing without listening. (Vyn)
Fool you shouldn't stare into these eyes of fire // you're going to regret this little fight! (Dawn)
Sweet tangerine // will you please come back to me // cause I don't think that these feelings are gonna leave! (Cullen)
Npc; Grandpa Eryn.
Npc; Jasmyn.
Npc; Orion.
Npc; Veggi.
Npc; Blaze.
#Npc; Blaze.#Npc; Veggi.#Npc; Orion.#Npc; Jasmyn.#Npc; Grandpa Eryn.#Sweet tangerine // will you please come back to me // cause I don't think that these feelings are gonna leave! (Cullen)#the beastkeeper. (dawn)#the mute bard. (vyn)
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