#all. yavie

[hayliel]

closed starter for @yaviefey​ location: hayliel’s villa note: alexa play i will always love you by whitney

There were so many things to do and such little time to do them. Hayliel wondered what exactly he could do that wouldn’t bore him to death. He liked shopping. That was fun. He had just bought a bunch of stuff just now and gotten so distracted that he had forgotten why he went outside in the first place. There were plenty of bags in his hands as he walked into the villa. “Ah, fuck.” He shook his head at himself and then caught sight of Yavie. Dropping the bags on the floor, he placed his hands on the floor and walked over to the fey upside down. “I bought you some stuff. Do hellhounds wear regular dog clothes?” He moved to balance on one hand before switching to the other and repeating the process. Maybe that would be a good distraction from thinking about his own problems.

[inquisitcr]

closed starter for @yaviefey​

There was something to be said about how different time passed within the Underdark as opposed to this very mortal world. He supposed it was intriguing to learn of the ins and outs of this fey culture. Somniar had never known what it was like. His memories were no longer relevant and he wasn’t so sure they would mean anything if he were to remember any of it. Still, it was curious to see if there would be anyone who would have known him before. Or to see how long he had actually lived before meeting his demise at the hands of...whoever it was. Nevertheless, these fey would make for an interesting experience for him. As fighting was not his usual forte, he did not often find himself actively going to find his own subjects. Were it not for Aegnor, he was sure he would have stayed within the confines of his home for the entirety of his life. Now he had learned better. The years of training had given him that opportunity. 

There had been this one eladrin he had found that caught his attention. Somniar moved to a spot behind this autumn eladrin and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. The knife he had conjured from the darkness was held against the eladrin’s neck as they were moved over to a tree. A hand rested on the other’s chest. “You seem to be a far way from home.”

[konstcntin]

closed starter for @yaviefey​ location: graveyard

There had been a very familiar sound he had heard upon entering the graveyard. It was a fairly common occurrence for him to visit the place as there had been a tombstone made for his children there. The demon had done so in remembrance, but their real graves were long gone by now. Where they had lost their lives was far away from where he was now. Konstantin liked to think about them sometimes. However, it was much easier to do so if he didn’t hear the sound of people fucking nearby. In the graveyard. The cubi was not one to judge though so only a brow lifted as he almost decided to forgo looking for the culprits. He was simply too interested in who it was to ignore it though. His feet dragged him over to where the moans had been coming from. The surprise would have been written all over his face if he hadn’t learned how to hide such an emotion over the years. There was that fey and, well, he could only assume this was that same boyfriend he had been summoned for a long time ago now. “I see you’ve gotten through your worries, Yavie,” he stated as he leaned against a nearby tombstone, arms folded across his chest.

[hopelilies]

Viviakou comic 💜

[renavi0]

Talking yesterday with a friend about Vivia and Yakou, I realized that Yakou being like "I don't have much money 😥" and then "Vivia, let's go to dinner at a restaurant✨️"

[elluendifad]

do you have a copy of the loa that can be easily seen? im curious about the calender and the like as an elfkin myself.

sure! this links to t-e/wal's page on the loa, and then i also have a pdf of my own where i put the meryali (solar/seasonal holidays) löastar (seasons) and ránastar (months) in order together in a list

their page is ordered meryali/holidays up top, ránastar/months, and then enquie/weekdays and löastar/seasons at the bottom. then here's a copypaste from my own pdf, starting with elven new year in súlime and rolling onward from there. linky for my pdf. it is a mess, forgive me. feel free to ask/dm whatever if the link has problems or if you have other questions.

March/Súlime- Moon of winds, Arata Manwe

Mettare/Yestare- Elven end-of-year and first-of-year, beginning of Spring/Tuile. (Sulime 27-28), Vaire

Vaire April/Víresse- Moon of youth, Tulkas

May/Lótesse- Moon of flowering, Nessa

Nost-na-Lothion/Birth of Flowers- celebration of life, beginning of Summer/Laire. Vána (Lotesse 22)

June/Nárie- Moon of fire, Arata Varda

Tarnin-Austa/Summer Solstice - reflection on sunlight and deliverance from darkness. The Warm Light. (Narie 21 ish)

July/Cermie- Moon of first harvest, both materially and metaphorically. Irmo

August/Úrime- Moon of heat, All Ainur

Yávie- Celebration of fruits and Earth, beginning of Autumn/Yavie. (Urime 2)

September/Yavannie-Moon of great harvest, Arata Yavanna

Enderi- Midyear holiday for travel, beginning of Fading/Quelle. Arata Orome. (Yavannie 25-27)

October/Narquelie- Moon of Fading Fire, Arata Námo Mandos

November/Hísime- Moon of Mists, Este

Cuivere Quendiva- celebration of awakening date of first elves, beginning of Winter/Hríve. All elves (Hisime 21)

December/Ringare- Moon of bitter cold, mourning for the marring and sorrow of the world. Arata Nienna, indirectly.

Turuhalme/Winter Solstice- holiday of stories and community, bonfires, survival in the darkness. The Cool Light. (Ringare 21 ish)

January/Narvinye- Moon of New Fire, Arata Aule

February/Nénime- Moon of Waters, Arata Ulmo

Sovalwaris- holiday for spiritual cleansing and beginning of Stirring/Coire, Arata Nienna again (Nenime 2)

[hayliel]

closed starter for @yaviefey​ location: the otherworld note: it’s glampin’ time (but imagine it’s said in the tune of pauly d singing T-SHIRT TIIIIIIIIME)

When he had touched that orb, Hayliel had not known if he would get anything out of it. Even when they had made an appearance at the demolished witch house, there had been nothing for him to see. It was just a pile of rubble and not a single spirit in sight. The only sign that there was any life there before was the fact that there was a table somewhat still intact. Or at least it had been before they got there. It was currently just like the rest of the demolished house and he wondered if there was any sort of rebuilding that would happen with it. Not that he cared or not if they did decide to fix it up. It wasn’t like he was going to be helping with the whole ordeal. To be honest, the seraphim had no idea what they were even really doing other than helping Yavie right now. At the first mention of camping, the fallen had immediately taken it very seriously. He didn’t camp. No, he glamped. His arms wrapped around the fey’s waist as he pressed his face into Yavie’s chest. “Okay, I think I can get up now. What are we supposed to be looking for?” He reluctantly lifted off of the fey’s chest to sit up in the bed. Not before Hayliel let his tongue lick the eladrin’s cheek. 

[moonfelis]

first journal entry, written in the bentbranch meadows on the 22nd sun of the second umbral moon.

my dearest yavanna,

spring found me hunched over by the side of some nameless path in the twelveswood, thinking about the agony of your final days.

i wish i didn't leave the way i did, like a burglar in the middle of the night, rushing out the door with my guilt and the few belongings i had to my name. after we buried you in the meadow, i couldn't stomach the thought of saying goodbye to the rest of them. i felt like they could see it... all my shame, embossed on my skin. i felt like they could sense the obscene relief i felt, the twisted shape and utter wrongness of it.

i miss you everyday, yavi. i still wake up each morning wondering what food i'll make for you, only to remember that the only mouth i have to feed now is mine. it doesn't seem right for us to have entered the world together only for you to leave first. i should have been with you. it was my responsibility to be with you.

mama made me promise when she died. when the hunters killed her for poaching, she was bleeding on the grass and i held her hand until it slackened. she said it was only you and me now, and no matter how angry you got, i should never hold it against you.

i tried, yavi. menphina knows i did.

all the names you called me, the perpetual resentment in your eyes, the venom in your words... you were suffering and i was not. we were alike but what caught you left me alone. it was unfair. i know it wasn't my fault but some days i feel like it is. some days i remember the blame in your gaze and i feel like dying, too.

i love you, yavi. you must be the only person i know how to love. i don't know what to do with my hands most days, i don't know what to do with myself.

i'm trying to figure it out.

— your dearest yesha

[darethxshiral]

@wintersaurora location: Winter's Mountains notes: chilly

Scarlet wings carried him to the summit of the White Flame, the winter court had changed a great deal since their return. Meryasek was alive, changed just as he was, just as Nirvaan was, and just as Aurora had been. The crown that accompanied the wings, a signature of his race, dissipated as he landed. There were others: Aegnor, Tamlen, Cloud, Davheira, and Yavie. It seemed that everyone who ventured out into the Otherworld was changed in some way. Dareth had been right, they had been overpowered, but somehow had all benefitted in some way. Fate was fickle in that way.

“Does it ask anything of you?” Dareth asked, he only got so close to the flame, if only because those attending to it didn’t seem to enjoy his presence. It had a will of his own, some relic burned at its core, generations of song poured into one place.

[monaut]

nothing is funnier than being a vk fan and seeing people on twitter idolize these people as saints while I’m friends with two of m*yavi’s (famous wife guy) side hoes and one of my friends slept with [unnamed now dead singer] when she was 14 and another one of my friends was financially extorted etc etc… I say all of this and still put every author I like on the same level as God so I hope I can grow up soon

[sincreator]

closed starter for @hayliel location: the Senate (?) note: dream team + Dumah, we have to become comfortable with each other again, jestie it's been eons

A voice. After years of being hunted and influencing others in the dark, Atarniel could finally harness power in the open just like all the others. They'd managed to gain influence and, more importantly, a seat to really represent Ulthar's former soldiers. She considered Uriel and Dumah as former soldiers, knowing what happened to their siblings. In any case, Atarniel had decided to work with Dumah and be a bit more tame, for the sake of Adatiel. Looking at Hayliel, the Fallen just leaned back and smirked at her sibling.

"Don't, for one second, think I'll ever call you boss, Senator. At least you got to spend all that time with Yavie and returned for the grande finale. How very brave," she rolled her eyes. For what's worth she wasn't mad nor actually annoyed. What mattered most to her was the fact that they'd been safe. "So, what's your plan? We should probably make sure to keep our new quarters freed from all sorts of intruders. Lycans especially. Would be a shame to put them all on leashes if they still don't know how to behave, unless...?" Atarniel smirked, "they want to of course. Of course." She'd promised to behave.

[farenduil]

Location: Palace room? Darkened? Broody?? Person: Baby Bro @meryasek​ It’d felt like such a long time since they’d last spoken and yet like no time had passed at all. Such was life for them, having too much time and yet never quite enough. Even without the usual dissonance, Farenduil isn’t quite sure how long he’s been away, how long she’s been gone. But for every day he just sits there in that cabin in the forest and wants to somehow rot into the very earth, he’s thinking of the time he’s missing with those still with him. Micah, Yavie, Zahrya, Meryasek, Robin, and that’s just his son and other eladrin. There’s those outside of that circle too, he had no idea what had become of Eric after Lupercalia, the familiar faces he saw out getting coffee or when he was picking up something new to read. He knows he can’t hide away forever, even if he wants to. “Something feels wrong.” He states as he hears the door to the room close and he looks away from the window he’d been looking out to see his brother. Not just his brother, his king now and the thought brings the faintest smile to his lips. It’s there and it’s gone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be away that long. Speaking to Aurora was harder than I’d anticipated.” Grieving was harder than anticipated. After the loss of Aegnor, he had always figured he could handle anything. Losing Emma had been far worse, a father shouldn’t have to bury his child period. He knew he’d outlive her regardless, he knew one day he’d have to bury her. And yet he’d always thought it would be after she’d lived a happy, full life. He can’t think on it too hard, he needs to focus, he can brood later. “I take it you were successful in restoring Aegnor. Are you alright?” That’s the next worry, the next fear and he finds himself crossing the room from the window to his younger sibling. 

[hayliel]

@yaviefey

I want us to be a team. I want us to make big choices together. And I don’t wanna go anywhere you’re not gonna follow me. That’s all I want too.

[chtozaepta]

I love your OCs with the horns and tails! And all of your non human OCs, if you want could you maybe say a bit about their characters and the world they live in? Only if you want to (also I'm obsessed with your art, you really are a pillar of shaperaverse fan community on Tumblr)

Oooooh this gonna be lömg!

First of all, thank you I’m glad you like them :> These are characters from an original comic I’m about to post (the first chapter is almost ready), but this race does not appear in the main plot for some time, so I can say a few things without spoiling anything. I know it’s not a very original design, I mean, duh, who doesn’t have horns and tails right 🌚 So anyway, these guys are called yáve, and they are like… feral elves in a way. They live in forests/tundras in big clans and build funky colorful térems, mostly out of wood bc permafrost.

They looove all things colorful and worship the spirits of nature. The huge pink moth/dragon/reindeer guy? That’s one of them.

His/her name is Menerik and he/she is essentially a god(ess) of Northern Lights, the Moon, madness and magic. He/she is very coherently genderfluid, the gender depending on the moon faze. During the full moon she is a female entity, and when it’s a crescent he is considered male. On the new moon it is forbidden to speak of him. Fun fact - this also is reflected in their language, based on Russian, where a word for “moon” is feminine, and “crescent” is masculine). Since Menerik is a he for the most time, that’s what I would usually call him.

Most yave are mortal, their lifespan being close to humans, but there are two ways for them to achieve a sort of immortality. First is joining the Circle of Memories, an order that keeps their knowledge, culture and traditions and become essentially immortal through a ritual, and another way is becoming a mage and learning the ways to prolong life through contact with spirits. Any yave who starts learning magic is introduced to the spirits on the thinner layer of reality and give up their birth name, color and gender. Their new name they choose themselves, their new color is given by the spirits, and from the moment they start learning magic they are all non-binary, body and soul. All this “immortality” tho is really just a longer life, because they can still be killed, fall sick or get cursed, so there is hardly anyone older than 200 years there. There are rumors about mages over a thousand years old, but that’s spoiler territory)

Some stuff here is *very loosely* based on siberian shaman practices, some names and words borrowed from siberian folklore.

Some of the yave characters I’ve drawn so far:

There’s Chanava, the purple witch with blue horns, around 20 years or so; they will probably appear in the comic. They are a mage, and also joined the Circle, but neither have given them immortality or enough power. Not that they are desperate, just very curious.

Aravellane, their uuum king? Tsar? Prince? Whatever. The one in the crown and a blue fur coal a few posts earlier. A mage, but prefers he/him; he has a blade that can make whatever cut without killing you. Some say, he cut his own heart out with it once to stop feeling sad feelz, and the heart ran away, because he treated it terribly. Since then, an endless winter covered his part of land, and if it weren’t for the mages and trade of diamonds they mine, they’d all be very much fucked.

Myándush, the head of the Circle of Memories. Öld, woise, mistürios, all that. Speaks in riddles. Has a beef with Aravelle, though why, no one can tell.

Ryt’kheo - dabbles in magic, but is not officially introduced to the spirits. Makes airboats, which is basically a boat with a magic sail that can get it into air. The sails he weaves from wool and puts in threads of Menerik’s mane. He is considered one of the coolest craftsmen among the yavi, and everyone wants a flying boat, so he is always very fucking tired and 100% done. Random fact - a “Ryt’kheo” is not a name, it really means “Unnamed”. It is used to address someone who has already given up their name but have not yet taken a new one.

Harrahaye - Ryt’kheo’s brother, not much to say about him except that he is a pain in the ass. I’m still fleshing out their characters, so there you go x)

There is another one, who is more or less complete, but they will appear in the comic and are quite important, so all the info will be there 😌✨

[senatushq]

“From the home of the forgotten Rashemi, I fell through air and sky until I landed among the Soratami, the Moonfolk. Most had bluish-gray skin or pearlescent with matching hair. Elvish features with pointed ears and sharp features, most distinctive at all were their ears: rabbit-like and hanging down to their shoulders. They were very sensitive to touch, I spent a great deal of time with them before I ventured out, their directions at my back as I headed towards the spine of the world.”  - An excerpt from Soratami’s Skies, a text written by The Pilgrim

Reclusive and mysterious, the origins of the Soratami were unknown to even our ancestors. Some believed they were the result of a proto-race of humanity that made a deal with a lunar deity, others called them offshoots of an ancient elven society. Protectors of ancient knowledge, they are both brilliant and reclusive. Regardless, their pacifist nature makes them unlikely allies, but they will aid those who enter their domain who remain peaceful. Their domain is in the realm of Akadi, Sky Home. Akadi is an elemental of the sky, Goddess of air, travelling, and flying creatures. She gave up her physical form long ago to form the limitless region of mana that protects and conceals the Soratami. If any within your troupe hold ill intent, then you will never find their palace. Do not attempt to take more than they offer you, they do not look kindly upon greed. Under no circumstances should you draw a weapon, they will cast out any who try.  Laer’s warning and guidance to Tamlen

With Tamlen at the lead, Davheira played a tune to accompany the troupe as they made their way through the fallen realm of the Rashemi. Within the Ashenwood was a pool of silver waters, auspicious magic lingered about this place but Tamlen recited a song taught to him by Laer while the others looked on, Yavie from the shoulders of one of Zahrya's changelings. The placid pool bent into itself as a void of nothingness opened before Tamlen, with some false confidence, he told them to march onwards. Together the troupe stepped into the void and slipped into a realm of open sky, with their advance down was suddenly up and up was suddenly down as they began to tumble through open air. Laer neglected to mention that the realm of Akadi was without any solid ground - infinite sky and clouds with howling, swirling winds. 

Together the troupe tumbled until Yavie took to an effortless flight, grabbing Farenduil and Aurora with either hand. Melpomene wove some of the aetherial element into the air and captured the rest of the falling troupe in her makeshift vessel. The large changelings landed with a loud thud that almost turned the ship over before Melpomene managed to steady it. As they stood and righted themselves, all about them was open skies, clouds that drifted both above and below, directionless, the wind careened in places from so many directions that it was possible to land their vessel upon it and step onto the air as if it were solid ground.

Through the skies they sailed together, propelled forward by Melpomene’s magic while Tamlen took point and direction with his song. Air rocked them back and forth and Nirvaan discovered that it was possible to become skysick, retching over the side as Dareth patted him on the back. Davheira continued to work on his song while Cloud conjured and threw small stones at him, pretending that there must be tiny rocks whizzing through these eternal skies. 

Day shifted to night and under the light of silvery moons that hung both above and below, Tamlen’s song led them to the iridescent city of spires that rose amidst the clouds. Roadless and groundless, as they approached, the floating soratami who were born with effortless flight drifted amidst their palaces. Specks of blue and white with fluttering robes that drifted effortlessly. The vessel passed through a field of energy that dispelled the magic vessel entirely completely. Once more the troupe began to fall; though this time warm, pink clouds moved to catch the fey before they were ushered them into the city - Yavie floated over his before landing on it with an exaggerated pout. 

Numerology under the Number’s Sphere of magic led the soratami to know the precise time of the troupe’s arrival. The amount within their party and the relative theme of what they would ultimately ask. Vessels of pink clouds guided the troupe through the illustrious city as the denizens of Sky Home watched them with intense curiosity. Aegnor waved at a giggling group of Moonfolk that flushed so deeply their bluish-white skin turned pink. They lingered in the windows of the elaborate libraries, watched from their reliquaries and the laboratories - to the soratami there was nothing more important or noble than the pursuit of knowledge and the need to preserve it.

Long ago the Moonfolk joined their consciousness, not a hivemind, but a unity of dreams, every individual brought with them a spark: creativity, ingenuity, passion, beliefs, and hopes. All came together as one, a myriad of ideas and ambitions, in this the soratami hid nothing from one another, but everything from the outside world. From the moment the troupe passed into the soratami’s sphere, there was a song that hummed in the air, powerful and palpable. Its weight hung over them as the troupe fell under the influence of soratami’s laws: should they disobey them, the clouds which they travelled on would dissipate and the air itself would force them out.

The troupe with their changelings were ushered to stand in front of the counsel of the Moonfolk’s elders, ancient beings with jewelled markings, embellishments and a collective magic that was far superior to the fey, drow, and high elf that stood before them. As all soratami, they hovered in place, levitating as their robes rippled and shifted as if the air was perpetually fluttering each slip and fold.

The soratami had not known travellers for thousands of years, not since the Pilgrim had entered their domain - now his warder stood before them with silver hair, alongside a pair of drow warded to the light, a prince without a crown, a fey with two souls, the dying and her saviour, a songless bird, a songful bard, and a broken shield. Curiosities each and every one of them. Several members of the council blushed when Mneme brought up that Laer had directed them towards the soratami’s hospitality. In the distance giggling could be heard and both Cloud and Tamlen sighed in unison. 

Mneme began to ask if the soratami would aid them in fighting the drow, she spoke about the Asphodel when one of the eldest on the council started reminiscing about Araushnee, the rebel princess. Industrious and spirited, he laughed and then began rambling before he was interrupted.

Aegnor, in his irritation, cut the soratami off and said they were wasting time with pointless fanfare. The troupe needed directions and allies and wouldn’t spend a century here as Laer had done, he said that he wished to kill Ayi’ig, liberate the drow, and wanted the soratami’s aid in doing so. At the mention of Ayi’ig, the clouds about the moonfolk dimmed and darkened. A rumble like thunder was heard in the distance before light washed over Sky Home once more. Aegnor was warned not to speak the drow Queen’s name again, that Lloth and her Dark Seldarine were never far from the light.

Mneme spoke again, calmer and more level-headed than some of the others as she attempted to peer inside the minds of the soratami but was promptly halted. They cautioned her against attempting to manipulate the council and Mneme was forced to start again. She said the power within Sky Home was clear and the soratami obviously had both the knowledge, the forced, the power, and the ter’angreal to aid the Fairy King's fight against the drow. Mneme highlighted that the fey were dying and with every death the drow only grew stronger - that someday the drow queen would turn her eye upon this realm and by then even the moonfolk might not be able to stop her. The counsel told the dark elf that it was not their place to get involved, that their realm was well protected and secure. If the elves wished to be saved from their own mess, then they would need to pull themselves out of it.

Aurora spoke up and asked why they would not lend some of this knowledge to the fey - why they wouldn’t help them restore what had been lost? Why wouldn't they help fight against the drow? It wasn't enough to be wise or powerful, they needed to use both or the lives that they could help save would be on the Soratami's heads.

The counsel responded: 

“Wisdom is not the counting of all the drops in a waterfall. Wisdom is learning why the water seeks the earth.”

Tamlen asked if the Soratami could point them in the direction of those that would help them, that Aurora sought to regain her song through the White Flame, and that if the counsel would not help or lend them their resources, maybe they could tell them who might. Yavie reiterated that if this was an elvish problem then there had to be more elves out there, somewhere. He also offered to trade Aegnor for it, pointing out how he’s incredibly virile and of noble blood, Cloud nodded in agreement. They'd been silent this whole time but felt the trade was a good one; the soratami said that wouldn’t be necessary, and then they also said that the sun child had already convinced them but they appreciated the rotten one and the broken one's efforts. The Soratami told them of Arvandor, one of the last homes of the Elves, and realm of the Seldarine, located within the Astral Sea - the cosmic waters that surrounded and connected the World Tree, Nimloth, or what used to be called Faerun and was now referred to as the Otherworld by the mortal realm. 

As a gift and a sign of respect to Farenduil of the elven royal family along with the Pilgrim's warder, two vessels would be prepared, both to cross the Astral Sea: one destined for Arvandor, and one for Frozenfar. Objects of power of elven origin that had come into the soratami's possession would also be gifted to the troupe as a means of returning pieces of history to the appropriate parties.

Frozenfar was a realm once held by the lunar court of elves, it fell during the early days of the rebellion. However, due to the abominable temperature of its element, Frozenfar remained untouched by the spellplague that came to ravage Hyperborea and so many others. The furthest and most northern part of the astral sea, Dareth, Aurora, and Nirvaan would be made to sail for many years before they landed upon it. 

An islet within the graveyard of the Gods, Arvandor laid beneath the sands of Álfheimr, like the Astral Sea the wild realm of Arvandor was without time. The Pilgrim had once set out to land upon its shores, but he never reached them - interrupted instead by the corrupted Hyperborea that he landed upon instead. 

The troupe was given quarters in the iridescent palaces of Sky Home, each member of the troupe was gifted a boon to help them along their paths. Nirvaan, still sick, appeared green through the entirety of all this discourse, while he spent the night in the restroom, the others enjoyed a wonderful evening and an even better night's sleep. Throughout the course of the evening the troupe dined and explored some of the city before retiring for the evening.

At dawn’s first light, the troupe divided in two: Melpomene, Farenduil, Aegnor, Tamlen, Cloud, Davheira, and Yavie in one. Aurora, Dareth, and Nirvaan upon the other. Twin gilded airships at the pinnacle of magical and technological craftsmanship departed from Sky Home travelling in opposite directions. The Astral Sea was separate from time itself, while thousands of years could pass within, it could be mere moments to those back in the physical realm. From here, Tamlen only had one final piece of guidance from Laer to go off of:

"In all my journeys, through the Underdark and the Court of Drow included, nothing was more dangerous than the Astral Sea. Stick to your path, do not let yourself get lost within, or you very well may never find your way home again."

ooc info:

The plot thickens, what fun!

Feel free to roleplay the journey on the vessel, or whatever events you’d like to have transpired after the meeting with the council. Soratami are generally aloof, philosophical, and curious - if you’re unsure about something feel free to ask. 

Items given to the troupe must be received in some way, either in a thread with another rper or self para, in both circumstances the soratami who gives it to them will give them unsolicited life advice and be a bit cryptic. This needs to be done by the end of the troupe event (September 1st) otherwise the object is void and cannot be used.

It's important to point out that the items that require use or activation aren't endless resources without limits. They're like most magical objects and will draw on the users magic like any other spell.

Items can be found here.

[kittystargen3]

Summary: Alternate Universe- What if Anakin's mother survived and Anakin never went dark side. Padme has the twins on Tatooine and survives. Anakin tries to help the surviving Jedi, while still keeping his family secret. Meanwhile Darth Sidious has been crowned emperor and is going after the remaining Jedi. Rumors have it he's looking for a new apprentice. Anakin gets to be a daddy.

I've added a new chapter to Return of the Survivors today. Below is a small selection. Click one of my links above to read more.

Chapter 92 - A Botched Rescue

“Enemy one up ahead.”  Han used the ship's comm to announce to the teams onboard.  

When they had gotten their equipment running, the rebels discovered three Dreadnaughts headed their way.  Deciding to start on the offensive, their teams were sent out.  Onboard he had a whole flank of rebel soldiers.  He had to get them just close enough to board.  Then he would fly around the enemy, like a fly to an Orbak, annoying the Phobium out of it.  

As Han predicted, the bay doors opened and out flew a battalion of TIE Fighters.  The first plan was to squeeze in there long enough to drop off the soldiers.  But Dreadnaughts had a large crew, and their chances would be slim of getting past a crowded bay undetected.  It’s a good thing Han had his other idea.

He spun his ship and aimed lower.  “Hit the snout.” He shouted to the other pilots nearby.  

They changed their aim to a singular spot on the front tip of the dreadnought.  This coordinated attack wouldn’t do much damage, but it would cause hull cracking, which the crew would send out droids to fix.  

“There.” He saw the droid bay doors open, and he shouted into his ship’s comm, “Three, Two, One, Drop.”  As he pulled away he saw the crew standing on the hull as their magnetic boots attached to the ship.  They were wearing suits and masks, so they could get through the droid ports without suffocating first.  Then Han spun around to rejoin the fight with the other ships.  

Leia stayed by the hatch door until all of her team made it through.  Then she looked to Sergeant Kes Dameron, who was in charge of their crew.  Dameron gave a nod, and she shut the hatch.  Taking a big gasp, Leia pulled off her mask and space suit.  

“Alright Jedi, where do we go next?” Dameron asked.  

Leia used the Force to sense where the nearby officers were.  Through the nearest hatch was a workroom and two men were stationed inside, but there were another three soldiers in the hall outside.  If they couldn’t handle these two quietly, they would be a problem. She put her finger to her lips to signal her Sergeant.  Then used two fingers on one hand, and three on another to explain the situation to him without words.  

He nodded, then signaled their man to open the door.  Once in the room, they were able to sneak up behind the crewmen and Leia used a sleep suggestion to knock them out.  

“Good.  Yavi, did they leave us any droids?” Dameron asked one of their crew.  Their team had a few bombs, and their goal was to place them in key places onboard.  A droid would be an efficient way to do this, as most crew probably wouldn’t question its presence.  

“No, it looks like they’re all off fixing battle damage,”  Yavi responded.

“Figures, alright that means we do it the old fashioned way.  Jedi, where to?” Dameron looked at Leia again.  She closed her eyes to enhance her Force senses. ...