#anevia

[megarungoblinrun]

Never thought I would finish it 😭

[nnibarrel]

I apologize to the French and Japanese people :D

[vagrant-muffin]

Started Wrath of the Righteous. It’s going well!

[rpgchoices]

I love lesbians

[depresanesfreetime]

I was hoping I could help Arue pick good dreams or something... Nope, it was a mess. Enjoy the lone tree while it lasts.

[drizzerey]

Writing my fanfic and seeing just how many different ways I can miss-spell Anevia's friggin name. What's funny is I never had to look up the spelling for her, like I knew how to spell it. But typing it, now that's the part that is getting me.

[teddybaeran]

.....are Anevia and Galfrey being sneaky?

[lexsnotdead]

tirabade wives for pride month

+ flags, i wasn't sure which one i should use for them, so here are both. both is good

[sansevierias]

She never told Anevia that she'd sold her father's sword to pay for the elixir, for doing so brought Irabeth the final bit of closure she needed. Her father's legacy allowed her to bring joy to the one she loved more than anything, and that was precisely what she needed to get on with her new life. X Art sources: 1 2 3 4

[lukedanger]

Replaying WotR with all the DLC, I forgot how full of shit Regill is about the rest of the Crusades.

What prompted this is his nonsense about Irabeth. He acts as if she had no achievements to her name so he can pretend that she's unqualified when she has a PTSD breakdown before Drezen - as if she had not gone through Kenabres, or hadn't rebuilt the Eagle Watch from scratch to the point where it's one of the most competent forces (more competent than the Hellknights, TBH: at least the Eagle Watch doesn't have to threaten every soldier with execution for the slightest infraction)

I mean look at it - 'her first serious challenge'? Is Hellknight intelligence so incompetent that you don't even know her career before returning to Mendev? Did you forget that she and Anevia rebuilt the Eagle Watch from scratch after uncovering Baphomet's infiltration? Or do you not know that Kenabres survived because Irabeth managed to weld together a cohesive fighting force at the Defender's Heart and that the plan to take back the Grey Garrison was entirely hers?

Irabeth is no wet-behind-the-ears recruit thrown into high command without being tested: she's a veteran commander who's been fighting the Worldwound longer than anyone in the tent besides Anevia and Queen Galfrey (whom the narrative also maligns, I'll get to that in a minute). Irabeth has been fighting for high stakes: Mendev dies if they fail. If the Hellknights' token expeditions die? They lose some lances, but none of their core territories are threatened and they can easily shrug it off because the Crusades are basically Avistan's dumping ground for undesirables anyways.

This is a perfect example of the sheer arrogance of the Hellknights. Especially since Regill admits that just a glimpse of what happens in the Lost Chapel is almost enough to make him puke. Irabeth lived it and watched good people die in a horrible manner and be transformed into monsters against their will.

Irabeth isn't a coward. She's dealing with unrecognzied PTSD given how fast the march on Drezen usually occurs after Lost Chapel, and it picked the absolute worst moment to manifest... especially if the KC is an incompetent leader who constantly berates her and makes her a scapegoat for other people's failures.

It's not like Irabeth is asking to be dismissed - if you warn her that you'll bench her, she's terrified of being left behind to be the one who gets to mourn everyone that dies. She's still in the fight, she's just conscious that the odds are against them after how badly the gargoyle ambush went.

Galfrey, as an aside, acts as a leader should: she works to reassure Irabeth and console her. Galfrey has suffered immensely under the pressure of defending Golarion from the Worldwound with basically no support (Avistan's nations more or less uses the Crusades as a way to dispose of undesirables) - she knows what Irabeth is feeling. And the narrative did Galfrey so dirty by not giving her more moments like this - Galfrey's presence should have been an auto-success for reassuring Irabeth even if the KC still got to do a reassurance option even if only to give Irabeth an extra and much-needed verbal hug.

It's telling how much the narrative had to bend over backwards to make the Hellknights seem competent rather than a bunch of arrogant pricks who are trying to take credit for holding back the Worldwound while offering little actually useful. I think the most useful thing they do in Act II is give you another option to get at the giants at Drezen, everything else is them either being counterproductive, needing the crusaders they sneer at to save their asses, or volunteering to be vescavor fodder because their egos wouldn't let them stay behind while those best equipped to tackle the threat deal with it... and get the credit.

[nairdde32]

Daily reminder that WotC doesn't truly give a shit about you, and that while stanning corporations is cringe at least Paizo puts their money where their mouth is and makes genuine effort to represent people.

[ascendantdemon]

Gazing Starward

(Anevia, Nenio, Aivu, Knight Commander/Arueshalae, trans Knight Commander)

Happy Trans Day of Visibility!

I got to the Anevia conversation in Act 5 and found the response options pretty lacking, especially given that I imagine Aoife (my Azata Knight Commander) as trans. So here's a way that conversation might have gone:

Aoife rubbed her temples. Ever since she’d returned to Drezen, trying to manage the armies and decrees that actually made up the Fifth Crusade had taken up most of her time. She hadn’t even had the time to help Arueshalae with her dream. She stared blankly at the green and red miniatures dotting the map of the Worldwound.

“Commander.” Regill’s stern voice startled Aoife.

“Wha- yeah, Regill, what’s up?”

“It is nearly midnight, Commander. With your permission, I will retire to my quarters, and I recommend you do the same.”

“Oh, of course, Regill. Get some sleep. If I can get these orders issued tomorrow morning, we’ll take the teleportation circle in the afternoon. After we meet with the Hellknights, there are a few places along the front I’d like to follow up on.”

Regill saluted and walked out of the command room. Aoife looked to the guards still remaining.

“You all can leave, too. I’ve got one or two more things to finish up here, but it’s late, and Aivu and myself can take care of any issues that come up.”

The guards stood at attention while she spoke, then bowed to her and left.

“Hey, Commander.” Anevia tapped Aoife’s shoulder. Aoife jumped.

“Anevia, you don’t have to call me that. Technically, I’m not even the commander anymore.”

Anevia shrugged. “Sure. Anything on your mind?” Aoife thought for a moment.

“I don’t know,” Aoife sighed. “We’re putting the pieces of the crusade back together, all of my friends here have different places they need to go and things they need to do so that we can fix their specific problems, we need to go save Irabeth and the Queen, I need to figure out what the hell to do with these godsdamned Crystals, there’s all of my friends up at the court (including some actual Azatas) who I have to solve disputes between, and in between doing all of those things I’m in charge of going into all of these places dotted across the Worldwound and killing demons and cultists. It’s just a lot, I guess.”

Anevia laughed. “Yeah. If you need to talk about anything, you know I’m always here for that, right? Even if you just want to shoot the shit about Desnan temples or whatever.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Anevia,” Aoife said. She hesitated, then said, “I promise I’m not trying to press if you don’t want to share, but would you feel comfortable telling me about the issue that Irabeth sold her sword to help resolve?” Anevia laughed.

“Still on that? Sure, Aoife. You remember how I told you about how my mom sent me off to the temple of Desna to keep me safe as a kid?” Aoife nodded. “Well, that’s all true, except that for all she knew, she didn’t send her daughter. She sent her son. The priests at the temple hid me, and they pretended I was a girl as a way to keep me hidden better. Except that I realized it felt right. It was kind of like… like a muscle I didn’t know I had was suddenly relaxed after it had been tense my whole life? Anyway, I kept the disguise. Then, I met Beth, and we fell in love. Eventually, she told me about a potion they make in some parts of the world. She found a reputable alchemist that could make it, and she sold her family’s sword to get the money for it. I told her she didn’t have to, but she insisted. I’m grateful. We’d still have been saving up for it on our combined salaries in Kenabres if she hadn’t.” Aoife was pacing the room now. Anevia waited for her to say something, but the silence lingered. Anevia sighed and started on her prepared defensive. “Look, if this is gonna be some kind of problem, Commander-”

Aoife started laughing. “Fucking Hells. In Kenabres? I’d hoped that maybe I could find a lead there, but I didn’t know how close I’d been…”

“What?”

“I can’t believe you got one in Kenabres. What are the fucking odds?”

“Aoife, were you looking for an Elixir of Sex Shifting? Oh, shit– is Aoife even the right name?”

“Huh?” Anevia’s words snapped Aoife back into the moment. “Oh, yeah, Aoife’s correct. It’s not the name my mother called me, but that was the case even after I told her, so fuck her.” Anevia stared at her as she continued. “I’ve been trying to find one of those fucking potions for years. The one time I went through Nerosyan I saw one on display, but at that point I couldn’t really afford it even if I hadn’t been too frightened to use it.”

“Holy shit, Aoife, I’m so sorry that I didn’t know, I-”

“It’s okay, honestly it’s a pretty big complement to my shoddy illusions and minor transmutations that the best spy in the Crusade didn’t notice.”

“I don’t think they’re as shoddy as you think they are. Have you told anyone else?”

Aoife shook her head. “By the time I was in a position where we had a moment to breathe, I was also the Knight Commander of the Fifth Crusade. There are enough old-ass nobles in the capital that would’ve dropped any pretense of trying to help us out if they knew, and we were already on the rocks as it was. I didn’t want to make that situation any worse.” She paused, thinking. “I’ve tried to bring it up to Arue. If she really does reciprocate my feelings, she should know, right? I don’t know, I didn’t want to impose, especially when we were in the Abyss. She has enough going on. Maybe once I can help her out with her dream we can have an actual conversation about… us, I guess. Me. Her.” Aoife kept pacing as she spoke.

Anevia looked at Aoife thoughtfully. “Irabeth and Arueshalae have a lot of differences, but I can’t imagine that Arueshalae’s reaction to this would be anything short of as supportive and kind as Beth’s was. Whether you take an elixir or not.”

“Objectively I do understand that, but… I don’t know. I don’t think anyone I travel with would be weird about it if I told them, but that doesn’t make it an easy conversation, you know?” Aoife smiled. “Of course, you understand. I don’t know. I don’t want to sound ungrateful or anything, because my life is so insane now, but I wish I’d been able to get an Elixir before Kenabres burned.” She felt her new wings fluttering behind her. “What with the wings and the flower petals and the plants blooming everywhere I walk in Drezen, you’d think Areelu’s fucking ‘Mythic Power’ would have been a place to start with all of this shit, but I’ve tried that and no dice.”

“Well, first off, there’s not going to be any pressure to tell anyone you don’t want to tell. I won’t even tell Beth if you don’t want me to. Second, not to focus on money, but I’m sure you could afford one now, right?”

“Oh, sure. Once you find an alchemist in the middle of the Worldwound who’s using their talents to make Elixirs of Sex Shifting instead of Potions of Healing or Shield of Faith or Alchemist’s Fire, let me know and I’ll add my name to their certainly extensive list of orders.”

Anevia smiled thoughtfully. “You should get to bed, Aoife. You can finish signing these decrees tomorrow. Let me get everything put away.”

“You’re probably right. I need to focus. Save Irabeth, the Queen, and the rest of the Crusaders in Iz, then close the Worldwound, then deal with the expensive and powerful Elixir. I’ll have the bottle in my hands by the end of the year.” Aoife walked over to Aivu, who had been curled up asleep on the floor since just after sunset, and lightly scratched behind her ears. “Hey, Aivu. I’m off to bed, if you want to come hang out.” Aivu opened her eyes groggily, then bounced up to her feet.

“Okay, let’s go! Goodnight Anevia!”

Anevia watched as the pair crossed the hall to the Commander’s Quarters. She snuffed out the last few candles in the war room, and smiled as she walked the short distance down to her and Irabeth’s quarters.

The next day, Anevia took Aoife’s new decrees and passed them onto her scouts, who went off to the teleportation circles to deliver the orders to those expected to carry them out. Aoife took a small group out to the Hellknight camp to meet with Regill’s superiors, and that gave Anevia at least a few days to work.

The Inn was surprisingly full, given how difficult travel in the Worldwound was. Of course, some of the rooms were permanent residents, such as the one Anevia was going to.

“What do you want, girl?” Nenio asked, not looking up from the book she was scribbling notes into.

“Hi to you too, Nenio.”

“Interesting– more individuals than my assistant find the exchange of meaningless pleasantries to be necessary to begin a conversation.” Nenio looked up after writing the thought down. “My question stands, girl.”

“You brew potions, correct?”

“Yes, girl. Though, if you require healing potions, I would suggest you find someone else. I believe the tiefling boy makes them.”

“Great. How do you feel about Transmutation?”

“It is one of the schools of magic. Not entirely uninteresting to me, but not my speciality either. Please, get to the point, girl.”

Anevia smiled and pulled out an old piece of paper with an alchemical formula written on it. “Do you think you could make this?” Nenio took it and scanned it quickly.

“Ah, for my assistant? Good. Her illusions are good, but I imagine she will prefer not having to use the spell power. Yes. I can make this. If you find me the reagents.”

“Wait– you knew?”

“Knew what, girl?”

“Knew the commander was– nevermind. I’ll get you the ingredients.”

Nenio nodded, then went back to her notes. Anevia went to talk to Wilcer about some acquisitions.

The Commander’s trip ended up taking several days, which was good news for Anevia. Nenio had to be reminded of the task she’d agreed to do, but once the ingredients had been requisitioned (Wilcer was helpful to a point, but the thieflings had some helpful connections that got the more exotic ingredients in incredibly quickly), she had completely absorbed herself into honing the elixir.

After the fifth day of work, the mixture was complete. Anevia recognized the smell (she still remembered it vividly), and the viscosity was exactly to specification.

The next day, Aoife, Aivu, Arueshalae, Regill, Ulbrig, Daeran, and Seelah returned to Drezen.

That afternoon, Aoife returned to the war room for the first time since she’d gotten back to Drezen.

“Anevia, can I speak to you for a moment in private?”

“Of course, Commander. Let’s go to the balcony.”

The Commander and Anevia closed the door behind them.

“I told Arue.”

“Yeah? How did it go?”

“It went– she’s so wonderful. I can’t believe I’m so lucky.” Anevia smiled.

“What did I tell you? Arueshalae’s got a good head on her shoulders. I’m glad you talked to her.”

“Thanks, Anevia. I’m sorry to spring this all on you.”

“Aoife, you’re one of the most powerful sorcerers alive and you have an unfathomable mythic connection to the plane where the goddess I’ve worshipped my entire life lives. This is one of the only things in the world I feel confident giving you advice about.” Aoife leaned over and hugged her.

“I don’t know if I’m going to tell anyone else. I don’t think they need to know. Not right now, at least. Maybe someday. Once this is all over.”

“Makes sense. You’ve got a lot on your plate, and so do they.”

“Yeah.”

“Speaking of things on your plate, though, Aoife…” Anevia pulled a small vial of sparkling liquid from a pouch at her side. “I don’t know if this adds something or takes something away, but I found this for you.” Aoife’s eyes widened, then filled with tears.

“You– you did? Where?”

“Found someone in town who could make potions but wasn’t working on anything for the rest of the crusaders. Figured it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle for them. Unrelated, and I don’t imagine she’ll remember why, but you may want to thank Nenio at some point.” Aoife laughed, still crying. She reached out and took the bottle. She contemplated something for a minute, then spoke.

“Tonight, can you meet me and Arue and Aivu in my quarters? I don’t want everyone to see it happen, but… I’d like some company when I take it.”

“Of course, Knight Commander.”

That night, after dismissing everyone from the war room, Aoife walked to her quarters. Ever since her and Arue had finally gotten together, the room had been filled with the flowers of Elysium. A fitting place for such an event, Aoife thought. Aivu and Arueshalae came in together. Aoife walked to Arueshalae, and pulled her into a kiss. Arue blushed and smiled.

“We’re still waiting on Anevia, but I wanted to bring you both here because tonight I’m going to do something that I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” As she spoke, Aoife took the elixir off of her desk. “My physical form… hasn’t really ever been the way it’s felt like it should. For as long as either of you have known me, I’ve been using some simple spells and items to make myself look a bit more like the image in my head.” Anevia walked into the room quietly and smiled at Aoife. “This is a potion that can help. It’ll make my body match the person that you know. That Desna knows. I’m excited, but I don’t want to be alone when it happens. If it’s okay with you, I’d like you to stay here while I take it.” Aivu wagged her tail excitedly.

“Yay! That’s such fun magic!”

“There is no universe where I wouldn’t stay with you when you asked, Aoife,” Arueshalae said earnestly.

Anevia nodded in agreement.

“Thank you.” Aoife’s eyes were watering again. “Well,” she said, uncapping the bottle, “no time to lose, I guess. Bottoms up!”

As she drank the elixir, Aoife’s wings began to flutter, causing her to float into the air. The motes of light that always surrounded her glowed brighter, and began to flash pink, green, purple, and gold. Light swirled around and into her, almost as brightly as it did when her mythic powers grew.

The main sensation Aoife felt was one of warmth. Her entire body felt warm and relaxed, even as the other three watched her features start to morph. Her face softened, her proportions shifted, and she felt her least favorite part of her physical form disappear and change into what she had always wanted there.

Aivu squealed with joy as Aoife descended back to the ground. The lights went back to their normal hues and brightness. Once she landed, Aoife stumbled. Anevia jumped forward to stabilize her.

“Oh, shit, I forgot to mention. The first few hours you’ll be a bit shaky. Your new muscles aren’t used to this body yet. They’ll get there soon, but for now I recommend you stay in bed.” She winked at Arueshalae, who blushed deeply, then nodded.

Aoife reached over to lean on Arue, looked in the mirror, and wept.

She finally saw herself looking back.

[dragonologist-phd]

14 Days of Femslash February

fics based on this kiss prompt list:

peck: a quick, light kiss on the partner’s lips or cheek (Naia/Shadowheart (T))

surprise: a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard (Arueshalae/Piper (G))

underwater: a kiss shared while submerged in water (Rudi/Maia (T))

hickey: a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin (Lilith/Wenduag (E))

comfort: a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance (Cleo/Galfrey (G))

blowing: a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner (Marja/Sigrun (G))

hummingbird: a series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area (Arueshalae/Piper (E))

tango dip: a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward (Kanerah/Mercury (T))

wrist: a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist (Araj/Naia (M))

lingering: a long, slow kiss filled with emotion and desire (Leliana/Marja, Marja/Sigrun (T))

seductive: a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire (Kagha/Lilith (M))

rain: a romantic kiss in the rain (Marja/Sigrun, (G))

hand: a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand (Lilith/Wenduag (G))

teasing: a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing (Anevia/Irabeth (E))

now fully updated! thank you everyone for reading and for your encouragement this month, this little project was a blast!

[domainsteer]

lesbians

i'm still in chapter 1 no spoilers please

[rpgchoices]

We are almost at the end!! Welcome to round four!

Here we see Z'rell, the villain character from act 2 of Baldur's Gate 3, working with the Absolute and loyal ally of Ketheric vs Irabeth, proud wife of Anevia (the two are my favorite established couple in all videogames!), paladin of righteousness, and advisor of your character in Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous!

(this is the other poll, Dorn vs Dirrong)

[depresanesfreetime]