#Valric

[eternalwritingstudent]

Sunday Snippet

This is an amusing bit from later in the book. Sorry you get it without context. Have to read the whole book for that once I get it published. ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍

The arms and legs were bothering me the more I woke up. Someone was lying on me. I froze, my heart jumping into my throat. My mind, still sleepy, panicked. It screamed I needed to run away from Tristian. My breath was coming fast, the sound of it loud in my ears as I kept my eyes squeezed shut. With deliberate, but slow movement, I made myself open them. A whimper of fear threatened to slip from my throat, but I swallowed it down. The shelter I saw above me told me I wasn't with Tristian or in his house. What if he had followed us though?

I tried to make myself look down to check the color of the arm across my body, but what if he wore the necklace that made him look human? How would I know? What if he made himself look like Valric or Akira? Oh, gods. What if one of them had been him this whole time?

This was not helping. My heart was beating so fast I became lightheaded. I had to calm down. If it was Tristian, this would not help me get away. I took a few deep breaths, making myself count as I breathed in and out. Then I tried again to look down. It took me two more tries, before I could bring my eyes down to find an acorn hued arm across my waist. More weight pressed on my leg, but not enough to cause pain. I swallowed hard and forced myself to turn my head to confirm the face connected to the arm I knew. Panic danced along my nerves like an Amber Coast chime dancer.

The corkscrew curls on the sand next to me made my stomach unknot and my heart slowed. My breathing became easier. It was Valric. We were in the tent, free and on our way to Herliun with Akira. The worry one of them was Tristian in disguise ate at me, but I worked my best to ignore it and calm myself.

I needed out from under him if in order to cool off and calm down all the way. I shifted, trying not to wake him, attempting to gently lift his arm off of me. He groaned the moment I did and pulled me close, turning on his side and burying his nose in my neck. The whimper I'd been holding in left me then. It was Valric. I repeated it over and over to myself trying to push through the fear shaking my body. I could do this. I cleared my throat.

"Valric, wake up. We have to go."

My voice shook far more than I wanted it too. This was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I felt trapped in my own body, something terrifying me that I couldn't run away from or control.

"Baby, shhhh. There's plenty of time before I have to go to sword drills." He snuggled his cheek against mine, his beard tickling my face.

I knew he didn't realize what he was doing as he dreamed, or lingered in that space just shy of waking. My mind still went through a rush of emotions all the same. Fear hit me first, breath coming out in gasps again. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to fight. I wouldn't let this beat me. This would not become my legacy. A woman afraid of existing in the world with other people because my mind was being irrational.

I needed to remember this was Valric, and he meant me no harm. He didn't know what he was doing. He would die of embarrassment if he was aware of what he said. That idea amused me enough it helped me find a focus. I got my body somewhat under control, enough I stopped crying. A soft chuckle left me at the image of his face in my mind when he realized what was happening. It drew another reaction from him though.

"Mmm, beautiful, I'm still sleeping. Shhhh…" He lowered his arm and pulled me against him by my waist, strong fingers curling against my skin. He kissed the back of my neck before he snored.

Between the snore and being fully awake, I fought back the rush of panic. To be honest, if me and Valric had met in another life, I might have spent the night with him at some point. There was, sadly for him, no chance in this life. Thirty years ago? Twenty even? But, he'd been born in the wrong era, to the wrong family, and at a time where I wanted no complications in my life. Besides, thirty years ago, I wouldn't have felt so strange about our ages.

"Um… Valric? I appreciate the compliments, but we gotta go."

Valric's eyes popped open as I reached back and poked his ribs. "Mmm… what?"

His eyes met mine as I gazed back at him. I hoped it wasn't obvious I'd been crying. It took a moment for the sleep to clear his mind and realize he'd cuddled up to me. His eyes grew wide, a blush spreading across his cheeks and neck. He bolted up, hitting the side of the tent.

"Whoa! You'll tear the tent down." I couldn't help laughing at his reaction as I reached out to keep him from falling backwards. I wasn't healed enough to be that fast.

He pitched backwards as the sand shifted beneath his feet. Arms wind milled as he plummeted backward. The tent spikes on my side pulled free from the sand and I found myself under the open night sky, a breeze blowing my sweat dampened hair. The sudden jerk of the tent had pulled the floors ties free from the tent, so I got to pleasantly sit, while Valric thrashed and yelled.

I laughed, the feeling and sound a relief after my awful waking. The sound loud in the silent desert. Akira's tent opened. He was rubbing his face as he stepped out, watching the tent flailing through the sand.

"Don't ask. It's ridiculous."

[cedarw00div]

when the...the gates r bald....times three....

[onshadowsedge]

The Cast of On Shadow's Edge

On Shadow's Edge is an adult high/epic fantasy with themes of found family, enemies to lover, lqbtq+ req, a dash of wlw spice, and personal growth. Short Blurb: Joining the local thieves guild was supposed to put a roof over Freedom's head, not put her on the run from an insane mage with goals of godhood. The same mage who wishes to kidnap her boss's son and possess his body to have a younger more powerful vessel.

Freedom: FMC

Freedom is a female Rime elf, who works as a thief and assassin. Trained from childhood to be a fighter, guard, and killer, she's moved those skill into her new profession. They've served her well in her life of crime. As well as running from the elite bounty hunters from her home country who wish to capture her for a murder she didn't commit. She's prone to claiming she doesn't have friends or people she cares about to simply keep others safe, but those who know her best know that's bullshit and call her friend anyway. Freedom is loyal, suspicious, smart, and under it all kind and loving. She just refuses to show it most of the time as a defense mechanism.

Amon: MMC

Amon Vahana is a Zephyr elf, who, much to Freedom's dismay, works for The Hunt (the bounty hunters chasing her). When he arrives to take her back home for her crimes she instantly hates him. He refuses to believe her story about not committing the murder or about her abusive childhood. As the days pass and he gets to know her, sees things, and hears things his opinion begins to change. Amon is loyal, smart, insanely tall, kind, patient, and protective.

Valric: MMC

The human Marquis Valric Highwater is the son of Archduke Victor and Archduchess Marilyn Highwater. He is a city guard, which is lead by his father. He is a handsome young man and knows it. His parents are a bit disappointed in his choice of less than stand up friends and the bad habits he picks up from them. They have great hopes that he can put his power of Recall, as he calls it, to some benefit that will serve a higher purpose. He is sent with Freedom to rescue [Name Redacted to Avoid Spoilers] whom their enemy is after where he swordsmanship and Recall skills can be put to use.

Valric is kind, a little naive about the world, sweet, a bit snobbish at times with a dash of vanity mixed in, but otherwise a good man in spite of his flaws.

Inva: FMC

Priestess Inva Adebayo is a God-Touched woman who was visiting the city on Pilgrimage to the local temple when everything went sideways. Archduchess Marilyn had met her elsewhere before and offered her shelter when she came to the city. While there, Victor drew her into the machinations going on with the insane mage. She is a cleric and healer, but also a fighter and not afraid to blast someone with divine energy or an arrow. Which ever is more effective at the moment.

Inva is patient, kind, loving, sweet, smart, supportive, understanding, gentle and... alright she'd pretty damn perfect much to Freedom's dismay.

Stefyan: MMC - Antagonist

Master Mage Stefyan Kaldor is insane. Not because he believes he's a god, or is attempting to rise to godhood. Because he's just pure evil and will hurt anyone who gets in the way of his plans. He has beguiled and manipulated the king, Archduke Victor's younger brother, tortured and seriously injured Freedom. And in addition to his own godhood, he appears poised to try to bring back primordial gods that the current pantheon banished thousands of years ago because they were evil.

Stefyan is smart, evil, nasty, vindictive, controlling, powerful, cruel, and perverse.

[ask-wb-alexandra]

[iceaxeflynn]

My D&D character Valric, a Star Druid who pretty much became a god on accident. He’s a huge sweetheart, and his best move is Guiding Bolt ⚡️

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[theundesirables]

I decided I wanted to show a base I’m working on for some dumb reason it’s Mike with his sons William Valric and Dillard as small ones.

The song was picked because that’s the song that played the very night they came home on the radio.

It’s treated as a lullaby.

This is todays contribution to my creativity on Tumblr

Yes he has a beard you find the time to shave with triplet Babies on your hands

[ilithaieahq]

**house valric** is considered the wisest of the families . an ancient house , they are highly respected due to their cordial and proper nature , but private . their symbol is 12 stars ; one of for each of the gods . and their motto is ' *out of darkness , we bring light .* ' .

their house colors are maroon and silver : the maroon stands as a reminder of the blood spilt that lead to the creation of their empire . while the silver represents the stars that hang in the sky and their devotion to change and progress .

[kiaradimari]

So earlier today I made an offer to @eternalwritingstudent to create an image of one of her OC’s.  She had a toss-up between two that she was tempted to see and gave me the option between which one I thought might be eaiser to do. 

lol I couldn’t choose either and wanted the challenge.   So her OC’s got to cross over from her two WIP’s into one image for tonight. I only hope that I got at least close to what she envisioned.   If it so pleases, may I introduce Vilanna from Soul of Iddia and Valric from Thief :) 

I know I promised by Monday night latest, but I apparently managed to find a bit extra time tonight lol.  Surprise? (I’m sorry if the tribal facial tatoo didn’t come out as you envisioned… It was kind of a test for me ^_^”)

[doodlesfromthebird]

I broke down some of the OC notes I put on DA.

Man I have so many OCs how the heckie am I gonna do torso studies for all of them...

[countxcrimson]

Quick and simple busts of some of my WoW OCs!

On the left we have Kestrasz (He/Him), my red dragon! He’s often disguised as a blood elf and in that form he is referred to as “Kestran”

On the right we have Valric Echogloom (Fluctuates between He/They/She), my void elf warlock! They often change their form depending on how they’re feeling (femme form, masc form, etc.), Their sayaad does the same.

[eternalwritingstudent]

Characters as Songs Tag Game

I love this idea. Thanks @catchingbigfish for the tag. Since the main WIP I talk about is Thief Without Faith, I'll do the main cast from it. Freedom, Valric, and Akira. Freedom - Roots by In this Moment

I thank you for all the lives you've led I thank you for every word you said I thank you for walking away I thank you for the promises you broke For always watching, watching while I choke I thank you for teaching me Yes, I thank you for your hurting

I bite down a little harder My blade's a little sharper My roots, my roots run deep into the hollow Strike back a little harder I scream a little louder My roots, my roots run deep into the hollow I'm stronger than I ever knew I'm strong because of you I hit back a little louder Fuck you a little harder My roots, my roots run deep into the hollow

Valric - There's Fear in Letting go by I Prevail

So follow me deeper into the unknown Into your heart, into your soul This is the end of the world that you know And there will be pain in letting it go Feel the uncertainty down to your bones Are you afraid of dying alone? This is the end of the world that you know

I push myself a little closer to the edge So intoxicated with the end Those who wish me dead, yeah Made me who I am, yeah Until you lose it all, you will never know There's fear in letting go

Akira - Saviour II by Black Veil Brides

I never knew how to live alone Holding my fear in the unknown And if we only speak in tongue, how can we be heard? Are there songs you keep to guard your heart? Let this be the one you use to start your own And every word that came from you has carried me

So I'm trying my hardest to be what you made Like a court jester, my smile won't fade Giving it all, rising to fall to my grave Answer the call, living in thrall You're the one born to save

I haven't seen this game on my dash before so I'm not sure who all has done it or hasn't. I'll tag (and feel free to ignore) @pheita @bexminx @ddbirb @jezifster

[cedarw00div]

Agnezes has no morals and says yes to everything, and that's why Astarion thought he could manipulate her through sex(she ended up befriending him but letting him ascend)

[wildcreativemastermind]

Songs from History: the Grant Pill

This is the first (or second, depending on your point of view) post where I will be giving you the names, lyrics, origin date (of publication), and if possible a video of someone singing, a song from history. I think music can be a fun thing to use to learn about the past, it is one of the few things that can get you into the mindset of people (or just a particular group of people) from a particular time and place. Songs are also one of the things that can come from people of all social classes. People from all walks of life would sing for various reasons after all. Since I’m currently studying the US Civil War, the first songs I do this for will be from the US during that time, but I am very much open (and am planning to at some point) to doing this for songs from other times and places.

For these posts, the name of the song will be linked to where I’m getting the lyrics from.

So, song information. The Grant Pill is a song that was written by Harriel L. Castle and published in 1864. You can listen to a cover of it by Bobby Horton here.

You see, my jol-ly comrades, we are ripe and prime for battle We heeded not the cannon's roar nor grape shot's hissing rattle We were sworn to death or victory for our Union, God defend her And to on-ly take from re-bels unconditional surrender,

 un-condition-al, un-condition-al, un-condition-al surrender.

A-midst the din of warfare and the shrieks of hosts a-dy-ing We heard a shout of triumph, saw the flag of truce a-flying And we knew the rebel leader a petition came to tender But our gallant General Grant-ed uncon-ditional surrender,

 un-condition-al, un-condition-al, un-con-di-tion-al sur-ren-der,

"'Tis un-chi-valric treatment to a man in my condition But I yield me, " said their leader, so our armies gain’d admission Then our flag went up instanter, as she must, when braves defend her And while leaders have this war cry "Unconditional surrender."

un-condition-al, un-condition-al, un-condition-al surrender. 

Hur-rah! then for our Union, Our Flag and Con-sti-tu-tion, While we've hands and hearts for battle we will have no dissolution, Hurrah then for our Union, peace and liber-ty attend her And henceforth be this our war cry uncon-ditional surrender,

un-condition-al, un-condition-al, un-con-di-tion-al sur-ren-der,

[viktortalon]

Sir Valric von Zoltan Diabolos

I thought it was a crime I didn't have an OC that was a skeleton so I made a sona that was one.

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[blauna]

- Ethereum: The Chronicles of Blake -

That’s a comic about Blake’s bizarre adventures. He’s a half-elf that travels the world of Ethereum with his dragon friend Valric.

Next weekend I’ll be at KBOOM! Barcelona selling my comic, stikers and more! See you! Author: @blauna.illustration See more: https://www.instagram.com/blauna.illustration/ #fantasyblade #fantasybladefanzine #fanzine #blakehaizeak #artwork #pegatina #sticker #lovely #originalart #originalartwork #illustrators #ethereumthechroniclesofblake#ethereum #blakehaizeak #comic#novelagrafica #kboom18 #funny #drama#kboom #kboombcn #kboombarcelona#autoedicion

[ilithaieahq]

in the east , you shall find the realm of mozrithen . a beautiful , elegant kingdom ruled by the wise valric family . the ancient myths say that when the gods lived among their creations , it was in mozrithen that they ruled .

the landscape of mozrithen is quite varied . most of the realm is covered in dense forests and jungles . but there are also dry grasslands , rugged hills , pine forests , sprawling wetlands , immense plateaus , and a long coastal plain .

they provide most building materials in ilithaiea ; with resources including timber , iron ore , bauxite , and tin . most spices and nuts also come from mozrithen , and they are considered delicacies throughout the other realms . they have a population of near 3 million .