#brissa varyn

[idrellegames]

do the Masters trio have any particular feelings on if their student takes their surname over their original one? Is that a common tradition for Wayfarers? Thank you so much for your game I'm excited for the future

I'm going to have to check my notes but iirc taking your mentor's surname is an old tradition (as many Wayfarers have come from families they want no connection to), but it's not very common within the last generation of Wayfarers.

Cenric has taught (and raised, in some cases) many apprentices over the course of his life and he remembers each one. His apprentice taking his surname is the kind of thing that will make him cry if he thinks about it too long. I can't remember if this has come up anywhere, but Cenric inherited his surname from his mentor, and his mentor from theirs, so there's a line of unbroken history here going back a few generations. He is the most paternal out of the three and the most likely to consider his apprentice family.

Sero is filled with a great sense of pride, but they don't linger on it outwardly. It's the kind of thing where they'll be going about their regular day and then it'll hit them and they'll feel mushy for a minute and then continue going about their day.

Varyn deeply respects her apprentice, but she sees their choice either as a formality or a practicality (if they are Child of the Streets or otherwise wish to have no lingering connections with their birth family) more than anything else. She is the least familial out of the three - her apprentice is her student, not her adopted family.

[redwayfarers]

stories we (don't) share

wayfarer. brissa varyn & aeran kellis & mc. set post prologue, pre ep 1. gen. 1,6k words. written for @wayfarer-exchange. caswyn brynmor belongs to @seismologically-silly! surprise, i was your exchange partner! your boy was fun to write and i hope you like this!

The Spire’s kitchen feels like home after all these years. Lingering smell of food fills Caswyn’s nostrils as soon as he opens the door, and he’s suddenly hit by a pang of familiarity that doesn’t come from the last ten years of his life, but a time before. Venison, if he had to guess; in another life, he watched his father bring home deer that fed the entire clan. Too small to help, he spent one whole evening watching venison cook and change color, and just as it’d become a rich brown, he was dragged away to play with the other kids. 

These odd moods are frequent these days. He feels restless, agitated, like he wants to be somewhere else, like this place isn’t enough anymore. His skin feels a little too tight, his name too small. Apprentice Brynmor, as Sero has a habit of calling him, in that particular tone of theirs. 

Grandmaster Sero, Caswyn greets back, puffing his chest. It never fails to make them laugh. 

He hears footsteps from the hallway. Traces of a heartbeat, the rustle of clothes. Aeran’s head pops up over his shoulder much faster than Caswyn had anticipated. “So, what’s gotten into Varyn tonight?” 

“No idea,” Caswyn shrugs. It lifts Aeran’s head up a little. “She doesn’t strike me as a sit and talk in the kitchen type. That’s what Cenric does.”

“You think he has a stash of the same stories that he tells to every apprentice? In a little notebook?” Aeran’s eyes are bright and muted in the light of the nearby candle.

“Should I go look for it?” Caswyn squints playfully. “I have a meeting with him tomorrow to talk about alassar. And, how much do you think Sero is willing to pay for it?” 

“Entirely too much,” Aeran whispers conspiratorially and straightens his back. “So, Brissa! Your apprentices are here! You didn’t specify you wanted us to sneak around!” Another set of footsteps, to the right; unhurried and easy. Clinking of metal.

“I didn’t, Aeran,” Varyn intones from a nearby table. She places a wine bottle right in the center of three beautifully arranged, expensive looking cups. “I was merely getting what I needed.” 

“They do hide those cups well,” Caswyn says gently. Varyn smiles. 

“Sero and Cenric had a bet, once,” she says by way of explanation. “If Sero managed to hide them so as Cenric couldn’t find them, they would go to Sero. If Cenric did find them, they stayed in Cenric’s custody. It was him who had originally brought them to the Spire at some point or another.”

Caswyn looks at her. Her hair is pulled up in a bun, lit by the candles she doesn’t need as an elf, her hands secure and practiced as she pours the wine in each of the cups. Her nails are uneven, her face a picture of calm joy. “So who do they belong to?” 

“I found them before Cenric ever did,” she answers. She almost sounds proud. “I suppose it makes them mine, but I’d declared them cups of the Spire.” 

“Cups of the Spire,” Aeran snickers. “You did mention them during a trip to Erenvor once.” 

Caswyn purses his lips. He was not invited to that trip. “Cups for future Wayfarers?” He supplies. 

“Yes,” Varyn replies. “In three days’ time, you will both be my and Cenric’s equals. But I wished to drink with you once more as apprentices. Would you rather be elsewhere, Caswyn?” 

Caswyn swallows. “No,” he mutters. It echoes in the otherwise quiet room. “I am quite happy to be here with you and Aeran.” 

Varyn smiles. “Good. Sit, then.” 

Aeran squeezes Caswyn’s shoulder and brushes past him. “Let’s go,” he repeats, and it takes Caswyn a second to see past the similarities between him and Varyn. There’s something in that motion that Varyn does. It makes his heart clench. Does he have any mannerisms of her? Did Aeran pick it up on the way to Erenvor that one time, when Caswyn wasn’t invited? 

He shakes his head and walks over to where Varyn gestured. The rich smell of wine hits him, and he smiles. “Thank you, Varyn,” he says gently. “Did this come from Vestra?” 

“Didn’t know aeda had a good sense of smell as well as hearing,” Aeran mutters into his cup. Varyn shoots him a look. “What? We aren’t meeting any stuffy noble, Varyn. We’re drinking with friends. Relax.” 

Varyn blinks. “You’re right, Aeran,” she relaxes her shoulders. “This is.. Entirely too inappropriate unless we are conspiring. But yes, Caswyn. Vestran brew from Vodena, 1203. A gift from a friend, from another life.” 

“Court customs are weird,” Caswyn comments. Forests of Artanis seem like an entirely simpler world to him. He raises his cup. “Cheers!” 

“Cheers!” Three cups echo in the quiet room at this late hour. 

“To the Wayfarer Order,” Caswyn adds. Aeran nods and takes a hearty sip. Varyn daintily sips hers, and leans back. They sit in a comfortable silence until Caswyn speaks again. “This reminds me of Clan Brynmor gatherings.” His brow furrows in memory. “A cousin’s wedding.” 

“Oh?” Aeran turns his head to him. “Embarrassing the newlyweds?”

“We wish them good luck in Vestra,” Varyn whispers, her tone light, “but customs vary across this great continent of ours.” 

“No!” Caswyn laughs. “We were kids, we grew bored of the adults' party so we made a separate little fire from theirs. One of the grooms was the brother of one of the other kids, so they shared stories about him, and then we all started doing the same. Sharing stories of our family, I mean.” 

“They let kids drink at Brynmor?” Aeran asks curiously. 

“Only if we ask nicely,” Caswyn whispers conspiratorially. “Don’t tell Varyn or Sero.” 

Varyn laughs. Her eyes are soft. That’s a rare sight. “What story did you tell?” 

Caswyn takes a sip. His heart aches a little. “My mother, Alarani, she died when I was young,” he says. “She was..” Words linger in the air, barely formed. Like Varyn, in some respects. 

No! Wrong! Caswyn looks at the table, ashamed. Alarani was nothing like Varyn; she was cold and judgmental, whereas Varyn is like a mother Alarani wishes she’d been. Too bad she’s dead. Caswyn isn’t terribly concerned. Aeran’s just had his “went to pick berries in the woods with mom” moment, and if he looks close enough, Caswyn will find that he had those moments too. 

Like when Varyn left Aeran to study magical classification once while she and Caswyn went for a trek in the woods around the Spire. It was summer, she could see in the dark, and she’d been living for decades in this place. She taught Caswyn the winding paths around the Spire while they talked for hours about the stars and whatever else. 

They are both Varyn’s sons. 

“She took me on a walk through the woods,” Caswyn says. “Told me what it was like to fly.” A pause. “I sometimes do wish I had her wings. They were beautiful.” 

“I think aeda wings are cool,” Aeran replies. “You’d look great with aeda wings like your crest.” 

“I would not have met you and Varyn, then,” Caswyn shrugs. “I am happy being wingless, in reality.” 

He tries to imagine his life without Varyn and Aeran. Faces of Clan Brynmor’s children are a distant and blurry image, left behind in a life Caswyn doesn’t want to return to. Aeran’s fingers glide over the engraving on the metal cup. Images of Sero and Cenric, either asleep or engrossed in their work, stand in sharp detail as if they were here with him. 

Maybe Caswyn’s gift to the life the Order had given him could be wooden statues. Alas, he doesn’t have enough time to carve them all. 

He’s becoming a Wayfarer in three days. 

And he will decide to forget how Varyn takes Aeran with her to diplomatic missions and not Caswyn. He will decide to forget the inside jokes she shares with Aeran. They’re elves. They will outlive him by decades, if not centuries. He refuses to harbor hurt where joy could take root.

Instead he will remember Sero’s pranks, Varyn’s gentle smiles, sparring with Aeran. Apprentice Brynmor now exists as tomorrow’s relic, forming the altar of Wayfarer Brynmor with all the happiness of a childhood his clan couldn’t really give him. 

Alarani’s bones dig deeper into the earth. 

“Will we have gatherings like this once we’re Wayfarers?” Caswyn asks. “Once we’re back from the road, Aeran and I, I mean.” 

Varyn looks at her cup with an expression Caswyn can’t decode. She then looks at him and reaches out to squeeze his hand just once. “I would be happy to hear of your stories and adventures,” she says softly. 

Aeran laughs and places his own hand on top before Varyn can pull hers away. “Maybe we finally stop sharing the same ones, Cas,” he says with a brilliant smile. 

I recall certain stories I wasn’t here for, Caswyn almost thinks. Instead he just runs his thumb over Varyn’s finger. “It’ll be glorious,” he says, and it feels true. 

He will still carve out those statuettes. He will bring them back as gifts. Aeran and Varyn will be happy to see them. 

The Spire’s kitchen feels like home, after all these years. 

(Years will go by. Aeran and Varyn will see those statues and they will smile and be happy to see them. The kitchen will periodically smell like Vestran wine again.

Years later, the Spire, the kitchen and the statuettes will burn in flames. Elven hands will dig through ashes, soaked in Vestran wine.

But tonight, Caswyn knows he will be happy. At least for a time.)

[idrellegames]

Brissa Varyn is one of three current Wayfarer masters. She spent most of her early life carefully hiding her magical immunity and working her way up through the ranks of the Vodena elite. She is a rare example of a Wayfarer who joined the Order as an adult. She has trained many Wayfarers over her decades with the Order and holds the position of Ambassador for the Order. When she is not teaching, she is travelling to major cities across Rhesainia to negotiate with political leaders.

Varyn is introduced in the Prologue and appears in many flashbacks throughout the game.

Wayfarer Masters - Brissa Varyn 🏹

(psssst go play @idrellegames' Wayfarer, you won't regret it!!)

[wayfarer-is-life-its-such-a-gem]

[little MC-Silver practicing his war face?]

I'm not completely satisfied with it, but it's something quick, so I'll leave it as is. ♡

[nyafyn]

day 3 - injury/scar

[b1narysol0]

Prompt list here.

11. Travel

Fandom: Wayfarer IF

Characters: Alaitha (Alay) Bisera, Aeran Kellis, Brissa Varyn

Words: 228

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Varyn has long since fallen asleep in the carriage, leaving Alaitha and Aeran awake and too excited to sleep. They peer out the windows as the carriage travels on through the darkness. They giggle and jostle each other, pointing out the lights of distant towns on the horizon or constellations in the sky. At one point they hear a wolf howl, and Aeran starts so badly that Alaitha laughs out loud, quickly stifling it when Varyn stirs in her sleep.

When they tire of looking out the window, they whisper to each other, huddled in the blankets the carriage driver provided them with back in Tyridia.

“Do you think Varyn will let us talk to any important people when we get there?” Alaitha asks.

“Naw. She won’t want a couple of kids getting in her way.”

“Why is she bringing us, then?”

“Who knows why Varyn does anything?”

“Well, I think—”

“We can hear what you think in the morning, Bisera,” Varyn’s sleep laced voice suddenly says. “And Kellis, regardless of why I do what I do, I can tell you that I ask my apprentices to get a full night’s sleep so they aren’t tired in the morning.”

Aeran and Alaitha exchange looks. “Has she been awake the whole time?” Aeran mutters.

Whatever the case, Varyn’s eyes are tightly closed again, as though she never spoke.

[warlock-enthusiast]

I have a super boring online training and I'm playing The Wayfarer instead

got Brissa Varyn as my master <3

[braveaioli]

I present you my some initial concepts of my wayfarer: Nevere Varyn, formerly Hisadis. 

She/her

Half-melusine/half-human

Child of the Seas origin

Mentor: Brissa Varyn

(Mostly) persuasive and perceptive

Scrambled to make this before I started ep 2, but now I’m ready (I think. Am I ready?). Thanks to Idrelle for making such an incredible game. If you haven’t yet, you need to play @idrellegames Wayfarer!!

[rinriya]

Alar Vesna (MC in Wayfarer)

Name: Alar Vesna |  Alias: “Al” | Age: 36 (he is older, but doesn't know his real age)

Gender: male | Pronouns: he/him

Ancestry: Elven | Origins: Child of the Streets 

Wayfarer Master: Brissa Varyn

Sword: Wielder of Nightfall, the Kingkiller

Favored skills: Persuasion |  Perception |  Agility

LI: Ren Varadon*

*he doesn't know it yet, but it's already been decided.

Complexion: Light beige

Height:  Average | 5’8 (172cm)

Eyes: Grey 

Hair: Ash blonde, slightly wavy, shoulder-length

Tattoos: None | Piercings: None |  Facial Hair: None | Scars: None

About Alar: He is an extraordinary person. He is an elf and grew up on the streets, but that didn't make him angry or cold, in fact, the harsh life helped the boy become stronger and more confident. He values every life and treats everyone with kindness. Not greedy, will give the last piece of bread to the needy one. He understands people well and is not afraid to say things straight. Open-minded, positive, easygoing, loves to fool around and tease. Easily blends into any party. Can become a friend to anyone, likes to be in the middle of everything. He doesn’t hate mages, is friendly, kind and cheerful. He loves to flirt and joke, somehow very easily attracts people with his charisma.

However, he has a good sense of the moment. He can be determined and stubborn, he can be calm and rational. He is a good diplomat, great with speech and can hold his own. Very often performs the role of a peacekeeper. He tries to solve all disagreements without bloodshed, but he also has his limits. He is honest, stubborn and resolute, doesn’t shrink from a challenge, used to look in the face of difficulties and never give up. He knows how to survive and never at a loss for words.

Often takes risks, knows it and continues to take risks. Smart, cunning and inquisitive. Sometimes reckless in his decisions, but unyielding. Will definitely be in the midst of events. Achieves his goal no matter what, loves the truth and justice. He cannot pass by other people's problems. Always ready to listen, support and help. 

Accepts people for who they are. Sometimes thinks how his life could've been with magic, but remains committed to his true self. He is not ashamed of himself and sincerely believes that mages and wayfarers can coexist. He keep it secret, but hopes to restore the Wayfarer Order. 

Enjoys life and appreciates every day.  A bit of a dork, a bit of a troublemaker, but that's why people love him.  

Heavy spoilers below

Companion’s status and relationship with them:

Aeran Kellis - 90 bond (1 ch.end) | 94 bond (2 ch.end)

Everything is very complicated with him, he is like a best friend, little crush and a child in one person. Alar considers him as a close friend and appreciates very much. Flirts with him, but doesn't take it serious. He is always supportive and helpful to Aeran. He tries to be gentle and caring with him. Unfortunately, he doesn't understand what is going on with his friend and it upsets him. Alar is very hurt by Aeran's secrets. However, he still stays by his side, ready to help in anything.

Melchior Larkspur - ?

He is Intrigued to see more of Alar and it's mutual. Mel was easy to talk to and his company allowed Alar to distract himself from his sad thoughts. He hoped to get to know him better.

A very strange relationship (really how?):

The Crimson Count (Intrigued by Al, dead by Aeran) 

Veyer Krellion (he was impressed and gifted a strange emerald ring)  

Sabien Quirinus (definitely wants something from Al)

Faction’s status

The Order of Lethalis -  Neutral 51 (2 ch.end)

The Order of Solarath -  Neutral 55 (2 ch.end)

The Arathian Empire -  Friendly 70 (2 ch.end)

Episode I:

Conflict at Rona

The Crimson Count is dead, slain by Aeran.

Rhodarth is alive and has departed Rona with his company.

You dropped the chalice into the ocean.

You informed Aeran that Zenaida came to Rona specifically to find him

Episode II:

House of the Phoenix

You attended Archon Sophia Anaxas’ gala

You met with Phaedra Amestris, Melchior Larkspur, Elleshar, Sandro Anaxas, Sophia Anaxas 

Quirinus gave you a message to deliver to Umbria. You did not fulfill that promise.

You met with the Order of Lethalis.

You had a terrible fight with Aeran about the Spire.

You met with Melchior and was invited to a party at his theatre company’s quarters. You accepted. While there, you met Kythera, the lead actress of the Lilac Company. You played pavrat with her. Afterwards, you spent time with Melchior.

*Information will be added as the game continues, until the very end.

Wayfarer by @idrellegames ​

[shibe-myths]

"I had no one before you and her. Now she's gone and I don't even know who you are." - Cynane Varyn

Child of the Streets | Trained by Brissa Varyn | Wielder of Oathbreaker Poor little Cyn. Orphaned twice. The Fool who trusted Brissa, TRUSTED Aeran completely and now it is eating her alive as she realizes that everything that they said was a lie.

Fanart for @idrellegames

[idrellegames]

Sadge that brissa prefers aeran over mc what is this favoritism sobs mama pls love me too and let me in your secrets💔 im just joking btw, love brissa ans cant wait to learn what she and aeran have been gossiping and working on!

For Varyn apprentices, she doesn't necessarily prefer Aeran over the MC. 😉 The MC's inner monologue is biased; whatever extrapolations they have made about their former mentor may or may not be correct as they cannot speak for her. It's actually a good question if you look at how Aeran talks about Varyn about whether whatever additional connection he had with her (for whatever reason that may be) was a positive one or not.

For Cenric and Sero apprentices, then yes, Varyn does have a much closer connection with Aeran on account of training him.

Regardless, all of the mentors' relationships with their apprentice(s) are complex and possibly not exactly what the MC thought when they were a child.

[coldshrugs]

wayfarer mc picrew dump [1][2]

ephyra "effie" metaxas.

she/her. elven. child of the city. 5'4".

mentored by brissa varyn. prioritizes persuasion + perception.

diplomatic, sarcastic, bleeding heart.

auster "aus" keron.

he/him. human. child of the streets. 5'9".

mentored by rindan cenric. prioritizes strength + agility.

earnest, quiet, kind.

calypso "cal" delphi.

they/them. half-melusine. child of the seas. 6'3".

mentored by amali sero. prioritizes agility + persuasion.

jovial, direct, ambitious.

[idrellegames]

Aeran Kellis is a Wayfarer, one of the last to be trained at the Spire prior to the Order's collapse. He studied under the mentorship of Brissa Varyn and was present at the Spire when it was attacked and destroyed by militia from neighbouring villages. Following the Order's fall, he travelled the world as a mercenary, eventually teaming up with the Protagonist after an unexpected reunion in Karth.

Aeran is introduced in the Prologue. 

Wayfarer Cast: Aeran Kellis

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Wayfarer is a game by @idrellegames 💜

[mistrall-art]

Prologue Noa!

One day soon I'll draw Aeran :')

Noa Ó Braonáin

Elven (for now)

Child of the Wilds

Trained by Amali Sero

Wielder of Endsinger, the Fated

Also I had no idea Quirinus could guess the mc's master wrong?! But when it suddenly went: "you're trained by Brissa Varyn, aren't you?" and I was like wait what, no she isn't???? 😆

[nyafyn]

旅人

[wildfairies]

thalia voleteus, half-melusine child of the city,

trainee of brissa varyn, in love with aeran kellis 

sarcastic, compassionate, short-tempered, clever / perceptive, persuasive, agile

a quick first attempt at my mc from wayfarer by @idrellegames bc she is living in my head rent free rn !! dressed like a tavern wench for some reason <3