#coerl

[greenshi]

10, 29, and 30 for ernie :]

10. Playing with his cats, Thread and Needle! Thread was someone who kept him company while he was working as a sellsword, and was the only companion he had for a while. Needle is a more recent addition, having joined him in early stormblood, but he cares for her just the same.

29. Makes him think of Ysayle.

30. Yes! There's the one I have with my FC, wherein we split our wols canons from personal canon and a separate FC canon, where they're all hanging out and getting into sitcom situations together. And also comforting one another through The Horrors.

However, I also have a personal AU for him, which. Admittedly isn't very developed aside from general vibes and cool setpieces, but. It's the Giant AU, where Ernie is like, 50 feet tall sjlbdvhjsbdh. That's it thats the only real change. I want to make some art/gposes for it at some point, because at this point I have Nothing, but. yeah :thumbsup:

[dragon-hoard]

the alexander raids were tedious as hell but the music does fuck

[kingstealer]

v'tchos tia's fingers close around the haft of the spear he's just been handed, and he is home in a way he's never been holding a staff.

the spear is nothing special--a piece of filed metal, lashed to a weathered piece of wood. but it's familiar in his hands, and as he goes through the motions of driving it through hapless wildlife, it comes alive.

his skill is praised, his aptitude for the lance extolled. but he knows in his bones and at the base of his skull that he's done all this before, and is just remembering it.

-

when he's offered a position as the pupil of ishgard's former azure dragoon, it takes no effort to accept--a skill that is quickly put to the test as he is driven out of the only place he's ever known into the brutal winters of coerthas, to end a neverending war.

-

as the snow, and the war, thaws, v'tchos stumbles upon a corpse in a forgotten alley in the slums--a corpse that offers him a sword.

"i've only got the one," he says, with a flash of a smile in his glowing red eyes. "take it. it's yours."

a stone tumbles from the corpse's pocket as he stands, and the ache at the base of v'tchos's skull flares. he fumbles through the hallowed halls of the heavens' ward, shaking from the weight of the sword, fingers drenched in blood and darkness. and something at the bottom of his soul curls into a smile.

-

he had picked up a grimoire, joined the arcanist's guild, on a whim--etrii had said something half-seriously about how little he knew about magic, back when the pieces of the war were still being picked up, and his contrarian streak reared its head. with whispers from a voice he would swear was familiar echoing through his skull, he traces runes and sigils in the book, puzzling through it. trying not to think about how his friends lay a few rooms over, chests barely rising and falling, and how little he knows about anything that could be done to save them.

not for much longer. he will figure this out.

-

v'tchos is in ul'dah when a passing stranger offers him a job. he is barely surprised when it turns out to be a ruse, and curiosity leads him back to where the lemures keep their court. the woman in charge hands him a crystal, the pain in the back of his skull stabs, and--

a haunting hooded figure hangs in the air over her desk.

something deep within him opens an eye.

hands barely shaking, v'tchos accepts the scythe he is offered. it's familiar in his hands the way the spear was--which should probably scare him, but he doesn't think to be afraid.

-

he stands over the defeated body of a voidsent, watching it dissolve into ash. coerthan winds flutter his coat and ruffle his hair.

the voidsent he has come to regard as his own creeps up at his feet, like a coerl seeking attention. we could do that, it seems to whisper. we could be that.

the thing deep in his soul, steeped in blood and shadow, cracks open a second eye.

no, it says, echoing across the ancient stone.

no, you won't.

something shatters inside him, a cage thrown wide. for half a terrifying heartbeat he's convinced it's the Light from the Wardens finally killing him.

a flurry of movement whirls across the ground. a piteous scream sounds silently before it is choked off, and there is the wet crunch of snapping bone.

v'tchos draws a shuddering breath--and is enshrouded in darkness.

a familiar darkness, he realizes. a darkness he walks alongside.

that's better, fray murmurs.

and he agrees.

-

the first time he calls forth bahamut, drawn from the aether that tore through him all those years ago, g'raha smiles. there's enough joy in that expression that he can ignore the flinch alisaie almost manages to hide, across the courtyard. the demi-primal swoops across the sky, and the former exarch's eyes are alight with wonder.

"that one's from you," v'tchos says, arm draped over the other miqo'te's shoulders. a grimoire faced in allagan gold and blue dangles from the fingers of his other hand. "and those old books in your tower."

g'raha just grins, eyes fixed on the sky.

-

v'tchos startles awake from a catnap at the sound of books dropping onto his desk. he blinks the sleep from his eyes to see g'raha standing triumphantly in front of him, his expression only slightly marred by guilt at having interrupted a well-earned rest.

"i found something new--well, old--in the Tower," g'raha blurts, fixing the immaculate tie on one of his armguards. "there aren't many references, not to the machi, but. this codex survived." he picks up one of the books.

"they didn't used to be just summoners. they could heal, too."

any remaining thoughts of sleep are stolen from v'tchos with that turn of phrase. he pushes himself to his feet, reaches for the codex, and begins to read.

-

the first real interaction v'tchos has with the viera who showed up half-dead to their confrontation with elidibus, after pouring half his blood back in his body when he insisted on helping fight the warrior of light personified, is with a blacksmith's hammer in hand. helios takes a cursory look at him, polishing a botanist's scythe, and says: i wonder what you could do with a firearm.

and while he proves himself more than capable at the marksmanship, where v'tchos really feels at home in machinistry is the tinkering. he drags cracked and broken allagan constructs from the depths of the crystal tower and remodels them to fight for him, alongside him.

that doesn't stop him, however, from standing at g'raha's side in the bozjan resistance. while they always have more things to do, curing tempering and all, there's plenty of time to for one catboy from corvos and one who at this point might as well be to spend fighting garleans on dalmascan soil.

and of course, there's no keeping helios from a cause. helios, who quickly proves himself as capable with a gunblade as with a rifle.

so it is that in the trenches of the bozjan southern front, at the gates of castrum lacus litore, and finally storming the dalriada, it is helios leading the charge with his gunblade, with g'raha and v'tchos at his heels--g'raha armed with his fragment of the crystal tower, light and dark magic at his fingertips, while v'tchos takes careful aim with a custom-built firearm, ready to throw a repurposed allagan construct into the fray.

[look-oc-prompts]

FFXIV Whump Prompts

Morbol Breath

Living Dead

Seduced/Charmed

Aether Sickness

Ice Shard

Unstable Cerulean

Blood Drain

Devoured

Calamity

Poisoned Arrow

Tempered

Barbed Lance

Voidfire

Cleaved

Airship Crash

Miasma

Dragonbreath

Under-sand Ambush

Windburn

Ghimlyt Dark

Meteor

Woodsin

Collapsing Ruins

Held for Ransom

Magitek Lazer

Sin Eater

Goldbile

Fae Mischief

Flare

Ricochet

Coerl Attack

Bodysnatched

Cerulean Eye

Heavy Fog

Steam Burn

Bloody Banquet

Red Throat

Out of Mana

Human Shield

Aerial Combat

Coerthan Blizzard

Painflare

Garlean Assassin

The Vault

Drowned

Ritual Sacrifice

Healer Down

Ancient Curse

Night Terror

Doom

Ultima Thule

Delirium

Attack Hounds

Petrification/Paralysis

Eye for an Eye

Down for the Count

Sea Monster

Ransacked Village

Holy

Nausea

Lost in a Labyrinth

Marked as Prey

Final Sting

Blasphemy

Thorny Vines

Quicksand

Spiked Drink

Blue Death Flu

Wasteland on Foot

Zantetsuken

(You can read about various diseases mentioned as prompts here!) (While many of these reference specific spells/events/creatures/etc, you're welcome to take creative liberty with the interpretation of different prompts)

[saqqarasdissent]

I adore the idea of Nyxs tattoo being a native coerl and tracing my fingers along it to examine the details would be just ecstasy. Drool worthy 🥵🤤 .

Tattoos - Nyx Ulric

Had some fun with Nyx’s tattoos and character design here. The large cat I mention here was part of his actual character design, which I mention here, and is a really beautiful piece of concept art that was never actually used in the game/movie. I added a few tats for…research purposes. Hope you like it.

Tagging Nyx friends: @chocobopuffs @daemonchocobo  - and @opalandowl for the inspiration

xxx

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[arcanobabble]

there are two coerls inside of you

one says

Static tuned in to reason (Yes, falling back right in with the system)

Time in the aether deepens (Who'll see you falling back to the end)

Transmissions blink uncompleted (Yes, falling back right in with the system)

Seven two three two three...<send> (Who'll see you falling back to the end)

the other says "Crack thoom snap bam bim bangy zoom!"

[lookbluesoup]

My take on a coerl from the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV, which includes a free trial that includes the entirety of "A Realm Reborn" AND the award-winning "Heavensward" expansion up to level 60 with no restrictions on playtime. 

I’ve since decided to give Nahte a black coerl instead of a regular one, but this was meant to be his kitty. It starts as the kitten you can rescue early in ARR and matures through the storyline along with Nahte, developing the red tinges to its scales and extravagant horns that mark it as a mature, dominant adult by the time of Shadowbringers. They’re just cool I like coerls

[chocodile]

Red Panther from Final Fantasy Tactics Advance

Always thought these guys had a cool design. Somewhere between a skinned heraldic beast and a melted plastic toy from a grocery store vending machine.

[oldschoolfrp]

Comic covers of the 1970s seem to have been a big inspiration for new monsters added to D&D after the initial 1974 rules release (see especially Gil Kane's version of Coerl the Black Destroyer/displacer beast). Conan's foe above calls to mind shambling mounds, ropers, mimics, and lots of other creatures with giant mouths posing as harmless objects, and most closely resembles the hangman tree whose stats first appeared in the Monster Manual II in 1983. D&D's version grabs victims with noose-like vines and drops them into a mouth-like opening in the trunk.

Conan the Barbarian #41 (1974) Cover by Gil Kane

[liketheinferno2]

Haurchefant 🥺

Haurchefant. Ive surely said this but. Haurchefant has evil powers that make you believe for a half second that a man was that sweet to you IN REAL LIFE when he speaks. I care him deeply. Here's some of his dialogue that didn't get translated right or was lost to previous limited events:

Haurchefant ponyplay moment!

Haurchefant wants the WOL from the very second you meet him they just toned him down SEVERELY in english because he's now too polite to say any of this out loud lol

Also this proposition:

Which he tries TWICE.

The situation of Alphinaud appearing and he backtracks so suddenly is hilarious to me. I have highjacked a one-word ask again, excuse me, but HAURCHEFANT THOUGH. Bi king.

[lesoldatmort]

| FFXV 4th anniversary poster |

Fierce as ever, ...our roadtrip chocobros! Happy FF15 day! ♥

[thwippersnapple]

And now just for fun IT’S PROMPTO

[aeternxm-aa]

the joke, unsurprisingly, goes down very well. axel finds himself snorting, covers his mouth to try and muffle the embarrassing sound. humour wasn't something he was exposed to much during his time as a bearer, and he'd found he'd quite liked it -- eased the tension and lightened the mood, if only for a while. " i'll take the coerl any day, hell -- i'd take a behemoth over her most days. "

" my name? " for some reason he's surprised that joshua had even asked. maybe it's just the years of not being given a second thought that's got axel confused when someone actually wants to know something about him. " oh uh, axel -- well, lea -- but either is fine, really. " lea, the name he'd been given at birth -- but axel? well, apparently his masters hadn't cared much for his birth name, took it upon themselves to change it. figured axel was more fitting for someone like him.

he shifts slightly as he prunes the tree, taking a few branches back to ensure that the tree continues growing at a steady pace. " so uh, joshua.. " a pause before he turns back to the other man, pushing back his anxieties as he tries, for the first time in maybe ever, to keep a conversation going.

" how're you finding it here? "

The bow seemed to cause the man discomfort, and Joshua couldn't help but wince inwardly. Outwardly he did his best to smooth his expression into something far more neutral. That was right; there were plenty here at the Hideaway that were not used to the fact that there was no difference between Bearers and anyone else. Some still found it uncomfortable to be treated like an equal, unable to stop themselves from fearing the punishment that was bound to come on the heels of acting so disgracefully.

There was a lick of anger that twisted inside of him for a moment before fizzling out. If he was angry over every injustice he say, he'd never be able to feel anything else, and while it was a powerful emotion, anger... ultimately ate away and left nothing in its wake.

Joshua had to pause to stop himself from uttering an apology, knowing that would do nothing to improve the situation. Instead he just smiled at the man's comments over Charon. "Lady Charon is... adept at her trade." Without her, he knew that the Hideaway would have been out of money years ago and left dead in the water - pun not intended. But that didn't change that her personality did take a bit of getting used to.

"Though I cannot deny I feel I would fare better if I were to face down an angry coerl verses having to deal with her ire."

The joke, he hoped, would land... not poorly and not make the man more uncomfortable. "My name is Joshua. Yours?"

[rajinedgeofdarkness]

Getting some very foundation character design sheets. Forcing myself to figure out the main characters enough to start illustrating as I improve on these sheets much later on for supplemental book material. Next with be secondary characters and settings and continuing to complete my online coursework so I can finally get this show on the road.

[mathclasswarfare]

Do you think they have Lisa Frank on Eos?

[evandrelical]

paissa & friends ffxiv-themed washi tape

one paissa, two paissa, three paissa, more! four paissa, five paissa, six paissa, score...? can you spot all the strange paissas and friends?

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