#ardowin AU

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Ardowin Ice Cream Shop AU

Lake and Jerry retired and opened a fun and successful novelty ice cream shop.

*A room of Ardowinians talking about their favorite Ice Cream Shop*

"Hey let's go to Lake and Jerry's!"

"Yeah! My favorite flavor is Molten Lava Lake"

"Cool, I like Lemon the Librarian."

"Ooo, I like the Fiasco Espresso!"

"The Johnny Goldfudge is great."

"I wish they would bring back Galentines Day strawberry flavor!"

"The Little KitKat is my go to."

"Nah, Sparrow's Sweet Revenge is better, more crunchy bits in it."

"I am partial to the Ice Cream on a Stick over a pint."

"Isn't that just a pretzel dipped in chocolate?"

"Yeah, and what about it?"

"B3 is sooo good with the Brownie, Brittle, and Bourbon."

"I love the Bane Train: Chunky Chunky, am I right?"

"no one likes you."

*that guy who said "chunky chunky" leaves out of embarrassment*

"Everyone knows The Cherry Bronco Rescue Cream tastes way better"

"Wendy's Horse Tracks is more my speed."

"I'm really happy they figured out how to make grape flavor because The Mother Treat Grape Tenders heals my soul."

"So sad they discontinued Arin's Nine Lives..."

"Yeah they replaced it with The Gildhart's Nougat-tech."

"What was in Arin's Nine Lives again?"

"Gummy fish, chocolate coins, black licorice, banana ice cream, vanilla ice cream, rainbow sprinkles, mint leaves, graham crackers, and peanut butter fudge."

"Yikes."

"They actually didn't discontinue it, they just renamed it The Nine Layers of Hell."

"Sounds about right."

"Poor Arin, I hear those were his favorite flavors."

"Ok, but can we talk about BFB: Banana Fudge Brownie."

"What is that a reference to again, and why is it hot pink?"

"Best Friend Bug, that little gay thing that hangs around Lake."

"Oh yeah!"

*Best Friend Bug peers around the corner to floss and/or hit the gritty."

"Hey! We love you BFB!!!!"

*British accent* "My friends call me William."

"Back to ice cream. A-la-mode-ious Apple Pie is kind of fire tbh."

"In terms of niche references, Delicious Awesome Pastry is baller."

If we are going niche Ish’Kraash: Not So Vanilla, man I could fuck that shit up!"

"The Bedlam Revelers Line is so good, Cherry Pit was my favorite."

"I wish they released the Elo-Quince flavor."

"I'm sad it got killed in production."

"I really love the SAGE of Ardowin flavor it's kind of like the god of all ice cream to be so real."

"Man, I could talk about ice cream all day. I am so glad The Chain Breakers saved the worl-- *gets hit by train*

thank you @whats-paper / @lionel-the-librarian for co-writing this with me!

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Ardowin Fish AU: Ardofin Hell on Water!

@fiasco-of-freyglen: Fishasco

@whats-paper: Driftwood

@the-ballad-of-johnny-goldfiddle: Johnny Goldfish

Lake: Lake Garatfire

@varina-has-a-gun: Marina Gar

@lionel-the-librarian: Lionfish the Librarian

@sparrow-eats-kats: Flying Fish

Wendy: Tide-y

William: Whale-iam

Quicksilver: Fishsilver

Kat: Katfish

Gildharts: Gillharts

B3: Bsea

@sageoffablesardowin: Seaweed of Fables Ardofin

We were formally The Bane Drain, now we are the Ship Wreckers!

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Will AU Lake ever try to get her memories back?

This is tough for me to say. I like to think AU Lake's memories (and magical knowledge), as they left her head entered the stream and most likely found their way to Curious. I think if events follow cannon where they fight their way through hell and end up at Wonder, I think it would be there in that goodbye from Curious and Wonder that instead of a ring containing magic, they would restore her memories, giving her everything she needs to make the decision right for her, concerning the way she feels about her ties to the mother tree and Killian. I think it would be rather cool, for her to remember her magic, but there is a part of me that thinks that that magic is no longer in one place, it has spread throughout the forest and bolstered Curious and it can't be returned in one beautiful moment. Lake in the memory loss AU has lost something that cannot easily be returned and might just have to live without it.

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Wizards Rock

Inspired by @sageoffablesardowin and my own character from the campaign. Please enjoy an Ardowin AU.

Chapter I: The Elf at the Creek

In the woods of Raewahld sits a river, hidden and running fast. These woods, still dark and scorched, were beginning to grow again. The water ran murky and brown still, but it shimmered under the light and held skipping fish. Though appearing like a creek, this water sloped deep towards the center, pulling a current below the surface many feet down. By the waters edge sat flat rocks that wore moss on their heads. These rocks were wedged in muddy sand and drew the line between the grassy meadow on the outskirts of Virdina and the underbrush at the foot of the treeline. 

It is at this line that a wood elf paces a few yards up and down stream. She was still young, only eighty two, though she was solemn and wise. This wood elf was olive toned and tan, with one large braid running down her back. She had muddy riding shoes, both from pacing at the bank here and a variety of muddy occasions from before she appeared. She wore a black skirt with blue and orange stripes at the hem, those too had a bit of mud on them. 

She carried with her a pale blue spellbook, each page watercolored and scrawled on. The binding was simple cloth and the paper was wrinkled and water damaged. But the spells were pristine. The school she attended cared only about the spells, not particularly the book, so she was sometimes careless with the thing. In her other hand she held a torn open envelope and a letter of acceptance to Freyglen Academy of the Arcane:

Dear Bathrion Farleson,  After reviewing your application and essay on the principles of water magic for mounted wizards, the admissions board has granted you a place at the Freyglen Academy of the Arcane with high hopes for your continued study. Along with your acceptance into this prestigious school, you have been offered a scholarship and placement on the Water Polo team for the full sum amount of tuition, room, and board for the first two years of your attendance. This scholarship maintains that you keep in good academic standing and have zero behavioral infractions. We look forward to you joining us and studying magical wizardry here at our institution. Sincerely,  Esther Canterbury

Bathrion, or Bath as she was better known as, looked into the shadows of the forest. When she got home earlier that day, she found this letter opened on the table. She assumed her mother, Joan, had intercepted it upon its arrival to the house. Her mother was a stoic woman who believed in the importance of education and was, of course, fully set on her daughter attending this prestigious school. But her daughter, well, she wasn’t sure about much. Bath was bright, certainly, but not the brightest. Bath was skilled, definitely, but not the most skilled. Bath was competent, obviously, but not the most competent.

Bath stood at the edge of this creek and thought, well, if she was accepted, she must be bright enough. She did write that essay and scored the goals. She looked back to the meadow, the school, she could even see her house from here. She turned to walk home. This is when the moss becomes more important to Bath, as she slipped and fell backwards into the river. Landing her head on a rock. There, head in the water and flat on her back, she began to drown.

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Wizards Rock

Inspired by @sageoffablesardowin and my own character from the campaign. Please enjoy an Ardowin AU.

Chapter II: The Disappearing Spell

As Bath burbled out her last breath, knocked out cold by the collision, the rock her head rested on began sloughing off bits of rock. The water grew red with blood and murky as the sediment whirled around. The rock took shape, flattened out on top and began to carve itself. Each line of text read a spell, then another, and another. When Bath let out her last breath, so did she let out her last spell. 

Her last vision was a dark shape looming above her, standing beside the water and inching closer. The apron of her skirt tugged her up as this creature bit down into the fabric and pulled her up and back on the bank. She coughed up water and spit and sludge, and hacked and took shallow breaths. Only half awake she held onto life just a little longer. When holding on to life turned into  just plain living, she opened her eyes again. Above her stood a palomino horse, old and grayed, main yellowed and coarse. The mare wore a string around her neck “Wendy” stitched on it.

The elf couldn’t remember much, she knew she was an elf, she knew she was from this town, she knew this creek. And she said it, “Creek.” And she was at the water, so she said it, “At Water.” With very little work, and only an utterance, she casted her last spell for a while. Her name was now Creek Atwater. She tried going home. She didn’t know she had left her book and letter behind. She just walked out into the meadow, she knew the path. 

When she got home her parents were fussing around the house, looking for the letter, though Creek could not have told you that. When they saw her standing in the doorway, drenched, caked in mud, and blood dripping down out of the end of her braid, the two rushed to her side. They carried her to her bed. Pushed aside the stuffed horse and began cleaning her up. Along with her spells, she left much of her memory and everything she had learned in school. 

It took Joan and Alvin a few months to get her back on her feet, but she had always been hardy. She had trouble understanding when her parents spoke to each other. She felt herself left out of conversations, just the hushed elven tones kept her parents' words out of her mind. Her parents got her back in school, got her name changed to Creek Atwater. They wanted to add Farelson to the end, but it was too late for that. When they couldn’t find her book, nor convince her she had one in the first place, she was placed at the beginning of the wizard classes. She was sat next to one of the brighter students, and coincidently next in the alphabet after Atwater, a white haired girl called Jerry Bronco. 

As the days went on, Creek floundered in class and distracted herself by stealing glances at Jerry. She didn’t remember taking these classes before, and her parents spoke of her past life only in Elven,. This left Creek to believe she was a brand new student, and a dumb one at that. She asked her parents to teach her the family tongue, but they refused, seeing her grades were so bad, they didn’t want to add more to her course load. So Creek gave up. 

She started by skipping mathematics, that didn’t matter anyway. Then she would ditch history, who cares about dead people anyway. Then she ditched language arts, she could read and write (somewhat that is) so why bother. Then she skipped practically the whole day. She never missed Wizardry though. 

Jerry Bronco was Raewahld’s premiere wizards prodigy. She didn’t find her niche until highschool so she too was starting at square one, in her classes that is. She was at square fifty by the time Creek had finished writing her name on the top of square one. Jerry would offer to study with Creek, but with her head as it was she would rather stare off into space than really try at all. 

As her grades continued to suck, her parents got more and more short with her. She was “supposed to be a talented wizard” like them. She would hear the whispers and she would be sent to her room to study. For a while she would sit there and stare at the markings she made that were supposed to be spells. She would imagine they made sense, but very quickly she grew impatient. She would end up sneaking out her window to run to the stables. She snuck into the stables most days she skipped school, and began picking up jobs washing up and tending the horses. At night she would just talk to the horses (mostly about Jerry Bronco, some about how she feels like an idiot and how her parents believe she is an absolute failure, but mostly about Jerry). 

Creek knew she loved horses. She had seen one the day she fell in the creek, she had a stuffed horse on her bed. When she went to the stables, she could relax, she could stop trying to think so hard. She could rely on muscle memory and feel each movement, simple and clear. Creek knew how to ride, it felt natural to her. Even though she didn’t know who she used to be, the horses knew. Bath studied the art of mounted spell casting, but Creek, she practiced the art of friendship.

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French Ardowin AU

Sparrow: Moineau

Stick: Baguette

Johnny: Jean Orviolon

Fiasco: Fiasco *french accent*

Lionel: Lionnel le Bibliothécaire

Lake: Lac Filleaufeu

Varina: Varina *french accent* Fille

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Ardowin AU where Stick struggles to use a smart phone. She is really good at emailing though, but that’s because she doesn’t know what paper is. But, can really see Stick putting on her readers to look at The Facebook and trying to take a picture and getting jumpscared when the front facing camera is on when she opens the app.

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